Quiet Moments with the Mile High Kissers

It’s been cold here the last couple of days, which makes walking back and forth to work an experience, for sure.  That’s been making it cold in the apartment, and my hands were so chilly last night that I had to get out the wrist wraps made for me by my friend Tanya and wear them because I was feeling a real chill in my hands.

Action shots of me in my red pajamas and purple sweater.  It doesn't get more meta than this.

Action shots of me in my red pajamas and purple sweater typing away. It doesn’t get more meta than this.

Yes, that’s me typing away at the current scene that produced exactly seven hundred words last night.  Now you know what my computer looks like when I’m home, and the TV in the background, and a few pair of my boots standing against the wall.  Beyond those boots is the balcony and the outside world, and I don’t go out there unless I have to.

If you look closely you’ll see I have Scrivener up, and behind that is the dashboard for my blog.  Yep, exciting nights in Casa de la Burg.  As I told a friend last night, “This is what I do for excitement.”  Kill me now.

The title of this point–hum, yeah, that comes from something I wrote last night, something that happened to Annie and Kerry within the first five hundred words, and since I’m nice I should let you see what that was.  And it’s going to open up something on Annie as well:

 

All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)

From the Observatory the glow of the Beltane bonfires were visible, and a small part of Annie wished they’d been invited to the Bonfire Dance, but she understood why A Levels weren’t allowed to attend. She hugged Kerry’s arm tighter. “Would you have liked to have gone to the Bonfire Dance?”

“Well . . .” He chuckled as he leaned on the viewing gallery railing and hung his head. “I don’t think I’m ready to get naked and dance around in front of a bunch of people.”

Annie hugged him tighter. “Not even me?”

“That’s a question I can’t answer.” He kissed her forehead.

“Why not?” She chuckled now. “You’ve seen me naked.”

“Yeah, in vision of something that happens in a few years. Not like now, and—” He wheeled around and wrapped his right arm around Annie’s waist. “In person. Besides . . .”

She was fairly certain about what he was going to say next. “Yes?”

“I don’t know if I could handle seeing Erywin and Helena and Wednesday and the other instructors not wearing any clothes.”

Annie didn’t think she’d be that bothered, but then she’d gone with her mother to a spa many times over the last two years, and she was used to catching glimpses of women in various stages of undress. Kerry is so different there. His family doesn’t even like to hug and touch him: public nudity is something he’s not used to being around. “I can see why that could bother you—” She ran her fingers along his left cheek. “At least you know with them having transformation magic they’ll be close to perfect.”

“True there.” He looked over his shoulder. “Maybe next year—if we get an invite.”

“I feel that just might happen.” She took his hand and dragged him towards one of the large deck chairs. “After all, we’re celebrities now: we’ll get invited to all the important soirées next year.”

Kerry laughed as he settled into the deck chair next to Annie. Upon their return from the Mile High Flight the whole flight was lined up for the group pictures, but before they were allowed to leave Trevor—the school’s archivist and the one directing the photos—requested that they take a picture together. Trevor told them that not only were they the first to “kiss on station,” but they were the first known couple to do the flight, ensuring their place in the school’s history books.

Once they were back to the Dining Hall for the Flight Dinner Annie noticed all the students glancing in their direction, with a few of them giggling, a few glaring. Though they’d spent the entire year holding hands and cuddling in public—and even sharing a little kiss now and then—this was their first real display of affection where everyone at school saw it happen. Though they’d shared the dedication dance at Samhain, and they hugged and danced close, Annie kept her kisses to little pecks on Kerry’s cheeks.

This time, however, they’d locked lips for almost fifteen second thirty-one hundred meters above sea level, and they’d not hid it from anyone.

Like it or not, they’d always be remembered as the Mile High Kissers.

 

Annie and nudity:  she’s down with it!  And like Kerry says, asking him if he wants to see her naked–okay, Annie, we know where you’re going with this.  You also find out she goes to spas with her mother sometimes, which seems like a very un-witch like thing to do, but then again she is the daughter of a Formula One driver and has a few million euros in her own trust fund, so you gotta expect her to go off and do, you know, Rich Girl Things now and then.  But she doesn’t wear pink on Wednesdays–though now I have to write a scene of her doing just that and have Kerry comment on it.

And the Mile High Kissers.  Doesn’t have quite the same ring as the Lovey-Dovey Couple, but they are now famous at the school, and will probably have that photo go up on the Wall of Remembrance in the East Hallway of the Great Hall.  Just wait until their parents see that!  Really, though, that’s another drawing I wish I could do, of them sitting on their PAVs at thirty-one hundred and fifty-five meters, side-by-side, smooching away, and then hugging each other closely while Vicky and their fellow fliers look on.  I can see it done in manga style right now, leading to some incredible facial expressions.

It’s funny, but I’d really wanted to write about something else here, which means I’ll have to do it tomorrow morning, as I won’t get a lot of time for writing on Saturday due to getting the nails done and going out for a little dinner in the early evening.  No Mile High Kissing, however, I can promise you that.