I Sit Beside The Fire And Think Novels & Stories

Take me in your arms and take my nipples in your mouth! My thoughts were running wild and it was almost impossible to subdue the desires that within me. "I..." I swallowed. "I...I will sit by the fire place." "Good. I thought you would say that, and you did." He watched me as I walked to the fire place, aware that the room was warm enough.

The only moments I could think things through and meditate if need be. I took a seat on the log that Bren had placed in front of the fire and it warmed me, making me sigh with pleasure. The air grew chillier but I paid it no attention. It was probably the ice. I placed my palms over the orange and blue flames and closed my eyes, ignoring what I believed were sounds of smooches and moans. Shameless.

Marta in the morning, turning into a red she-wolf, went hunting, but has not returned yet. From the cold, the fingers squeezing the edges of the shawl became numb, and I nevertheless returned to the house. In the passage she shook off the snow, hung up her shawl, and went into the room. She walked over to the fireplace and threw a couple of logs into the dormant fire. She stirred up the fiery beehive with the poker. Sparks like fiery bees scattered across the belly of the fireplace. Sitting on a fluffy rug opposite, she looked at the fire. I liked to sit like this in the evenings, the fire seemed to burn all the negativity of my thoughts.

I opened my mouth to say that I hadn't even noticed it but he stopped me with a shake of his head and a chuckle. Cassius flicks his finger swiftly and produces a spark before the entire fireplace ignites. “So, what's going on in that mind of yours?” My eyes flickered towards the fire that now crackled, forming a harmonious sound throughout the room. I leaned back into the chair to settle in before I spoke. With all honesty, I wasn't sure what was going on in my head. The thoughts on why they'd want us here was enough too keep me guessing for years but I didn't have years. Hell, I wasn't even sure if I had another day.

About the way the fire held all of it without being diminished. She thought: the fire is the fire. She thought: yes. She thought: put it in the ledger. Not tonight. Tonight was the fire. She sat with her pack around her and the bond quiet between her and Kade and the fire burning and the specific weight of a wolf who had been here twenty-five years and was in the fire now and the fire was the fire and the fire went on. She held her cup. She was still. She let herself be at it.

He said, “I used to think the truth was a fire that would burn me. Now I think it’s a light I can walk toward.” The room clapped. Soft.

Where am I? Sleep-addled, I see low embers, their glow a mere crack amid white ashes behind a fireguard. A side-light casts a sort of light over where I'm sitting in an armchair. A blanket covers my lap.... Beth.... .... And Richard.... This is when you find out who your friends are.... My neck is stiff, but I'm warm and otherwise comfortable. And I think of the empty bed in my room.... I'll stay here for the night....

Maybe if he gets rid of whatever it is he's carrying, he can move on and be the kind of man he wants to be. He's got a fire blazing in the pit. It's cold, getting colder every night, so I'm thankful for the warmth. It also gives a muted illumination to the area we'll be sitting in. It's always easier to be honest when the person you're speaking to can't really see your face. A cigarette dangles between his lips, and I see a couple of Coronas sitting out, two chairs sit next to one another.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

Hours later, I stand in front of the fire we built, watching the flames flicker into the night sky, burning away everything that made me feel powerless. Remington stands behind me, his arms wrapped protectively around me, watching the fire over my shoulder. “I win,” I murmur. “Yes, yes you did.”