Y is for Yield

YZach rolled away and April sucked in a sharp breath. She had no idea why, but all of a sudden she was sobbing.

“Oh god, did I hurt you?”

She snorted and wiped her nose. “N-no, I’m fine.” Trembles racked her from head to foot.

“You’re cold.” He lurched away and fished for something behind her head. “I’m an animal…here, I stashed my camping gear earlier…”

She rose on a shaking elbow and watched him flip a sleeping bag open onto the floor. “So, I was a foregone conclusion?”

He frowned with distaste, kneeling beside the loveseat. “No.” A palm under the small of her back, he lifted her and pulled the towel free, then cleaned her up with gentle awkwardness. Scooped her against his chest, “You’re so tiny,” barely a whisper, “light as a feather.”

He held a red nylon corner, plaid flannel pooching underneath, while she scuttled inside, grateful for the cozy haven but still shaking. Zach slid in behind her hot as a furnace, graceful and lithe. She backed into him seeking heat.

“Careful what you wish for,” he chuckled, inching his arousal away while leaning into the embrace around her shoulders and face.

“I want all of you next to all of me,” she insisted.

Zach groaned but complied. Their bodies connected at every curve and corner, skin on skin. April snuggled her face deeper inside the blissful cave and breathed into soft cotton, her nose thawing and her cheeks flushing. Zach’s breath became slow and ragged, his limbs weighted and pliable around her. Muscles relaxed, nerves calmed and she dozed to the languorous rhythm of his dreams.

She must have dreamed herself. Maybe a nightmare. “What?” she startled awake disoriented, cold again. She sat up and looked about, chill air seeping around her nakedness. Alone.


This flash fiction is a part of the Blogging From A to Z (April 2015) Challenge. A new installment arrives every day in April, following the alphabet; check the calendar below to see which letters post on which days. Read more about this blogfest HERE.


4 thoughts on “Y is for Yield

    1. Honestly clapping and laughing with glee! This flash fiction experiment is the best thing I ever tried as a writer, and hearing from readers right away is amazing. I’m so glad you’re liking it and I sure hope tomorrow will satisfy!

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