Written in response to the ‘Feathers’ prompt. 99 words, no more, no less.
Gabe gasped loudly, Stella tracing the duster from neck to unbuttoned jeans.
“Quiet,“ she whispered, fingering his lip. “You’ve been a dirty boy. You need cleaning.”
Gabe nodded obediently. “Yes, Ive been so dirty.”
Desire coursed through them. Eyes locked. They burst into fits of laughter.
“Kiss your mother with that mouth?“ Gabe joked.
A feint but familiar child’s cry sounded from next door.
“Oh well. Looks like were sharing the bed love,” said Stella, kissing Gabe tenderly.
“Ill take the spare room,“ said Gabe smiling.
Stella tossed him the feather duster. “Take that, the corners need doing.“
Afterwards 