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By *tevexix OP Man 17 weeks ago
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Two shorts dedicated to my friend Belinda , please note we are just friends and this is just two shorts i wrote for fun and sent Christmas day , im curious what anyone if anyone thinks ..
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Draft 1: Clean version- boo's awakening
Wrote edited by yours truly..
A sliver of morning light cut across the room, landing softly on Boo’s shoulder. Steve opened his eyes slowly, a pleasant heaviness lingering in his limbs. For a moment, the world was just the quiet hum of the house and the soft rustle of sheets.
He turned his head on the pillow, a slow smile touching his lips. There she was. The woman who had filled his dreams and his waking hours with an intensity he hadn't known was possible.
She was turned slightly away, a cascade of dark hair spilled across the white linen, framing her face. The smooth, golden curve of her bare back rose and fell with the gentle rhythm of sleep. In the soft morning light, she was breathtakingly beautiful, an art form wrapped in shadows and sunlight.
He couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch her this time, his fingertips tracing an imaginary line from her shoulder blade down to her waist.
Just as his hand reached her hip, she sighed, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver through him. She shifted in her sleep, her body curling towards his, her warmth a delicious invitation.
Steve leaned closer, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of her skin. He pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, feeling her skin bloom with warmth beneath his lips.
She murmured in her sleep, her hand reaching back and finding his, her fingers interlacing with his own. She was awake now, though her eyes remained closed, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and desire.
Steve chuckled, pulling her closer. "Morning, Boo. How did you sleep?"
"Better now," she replied, finally opening her eyes and meeting his gaze. A comfortable silence settled between them for a moment, filled only by the sounds of the morning.
"We should get some coffee," she suggested, stretching languidly.
"A perfect idea," Steve agreed, kissing her forehead. He knew that whatever the day held, starting it by her side was exactly where he wanted to be
Boo lay there for a moment " Steve" she said in a low seductive tone" last night was " Steve interrupted " i know he said with a glint in his eye .Belinda sits up " and from nowhere says " i want to..... ( to be continued )
Merry Christmas Boo you sexy fucker !! ❤️❤️
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Universal timeloop the search for Boo
Draft 1 short story boo 1
In the rusted neon glow of 2076, Steve adjusted his neural-link headset. The Great War of ’73 had shattered time itself, leaving the world a mosaic of fractured eras. His partner, Boo, had vanished during the final siege, carrying a chronal-tether device that was now his only hope.
A thousand miles away—and over a century in the past—a housemaid at Downton Abbey polished a silver tray when she spotted a strange, metallic cylinder under a sofa. Curiosity piqued, she pressed a recessed stud. The device hummed, its quantum signal slicing through the decades to Steve’s receiver.
"Boo?" Steve gasped, his voice cracking.
"I... I don't know who that is, sir," the maid whispered, terrified.
Steve’s heart sank, but he checked the device’s telemetry. The signal wasn't originating from the maid; it was acting as a relay. "Listen to me," Steve urged. "That device is searching for its twin. It’s tracking a signature in 2025."
He rerouted the maid's connection, bypassing the 1920s and piercing the veil to a snowy afternoon on December 25, 2025. The static cleared to reveal the sound of church bells and laughter.
"Steve?"
The voice was faint, filtered through fifty years of temporal displacement, but he knew it instantly.
"Boo! I found you," Steve cried, tears blurring his vision of the wasteland.
"I’m in London, Steve. It’s Christmas Day," Boo said, her voice trembling with relief. "The device said you’d find me today. I’ve been waiting."
"Stay exactly where you are," Steve said, his fingers flying over the console to lock onto her coordinates. "I’m coming to bring you home."
In the ruins of 2076, a portal began to shimmer, fueled by a signal passed from a manor house in the past to a woman in 2025, finally bridging the gap for a Christmas miracle a century in the making.
Merry xmas
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Mrs S&N 
