Since AO3 is down, should I consider exploring a story (once I finish at least two of my current WIP) where established rabbot have fallen into a rut? Snippet below, with no polish, mostly dialog, summarized bits, etc. Just curious if this would be up anyone’s alley.
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Jack and Robby are visiting Maggie, an old med school friend of Jack's. They’ve each had half a gummy and are relaxing. Robby says the weed has made him sleepy, Jack bids him a loving goodnight after mentioning how chilly he is.
Once Robby is gone, Maggie comments on how sweet their relationship still is, how she envies them after her tumultuous divorce. Jack agrees but seems distant. She asks how things are.
“Things are…fine. I think we could keep doing this for the rest of our lives.”
“Why does that sound like a bad thing?” She laughs, but at his pinched expression her tone changes. She lets worry, and not a little curiosity, infuse her next word. “Jack?”
“It's not, it's not. Michael’s great. He's…Michael, we're just…we're fine. He does the laundry, I fix the car. He gets things off the high shelves. It works. I shouldn't be greedy.”
Maggie stares at him. “Jack. You guys were always so in love. I guess it's normal for that to temper somewhat over time, honeymoon period, and all that.”
“Yeah, yeah, you're right.”
“How's the sex?”
“Jesus. it's comfortable, Mags, what do you want me to say? He doesn't ask much of me. I can live my life and every couple weeks it's nice to share a bed with someone I care for. It's not like I’d want to go back to the apps or anything.”
“But, you’ve thought about it? Someone else?”
“Of course. I don't think I’d ever do it. I’ve had my share of great sex; if that half of my life is over, it's not worth hurting Michael over. But sometimes…Mags, this has to go so deep in the vault you’d need C-4 and a deep sea diver to get it out, ok?”
“Yeah, babe, ok, of course.”
“Sometimes, I fantasize that he steps out on me. Not in like a cuckold, kinky way, but because then I’d be free and he’d be happy. Fuck. Let's talk about something else. What the hell is in these gummies, sodium Pentothal?”
Around the corner, in Maggie’s boho chic kitchen, Robby stands against the wall, clutching a spare blanket to his chest, trying desperately to draw a silent breath into his lungs.
