Author: Missy Jade PM
KrystalAdam... Krystal thinks about her strange new sugar daddy... [HIATUS]Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,405 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 08-17-05 - Published: 08-15-05 - id: 2536832
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Well, I never should have watched the episode again… ugh! Here comes another bloody Krystal/ Adam piece… a bit more naughty than "Sugar Daddy"… this time from Adam's POV while they're sitting in the Mercedes. For some reason, I can't get the "pillow" line out of my head and how the line was said, hence this naughty title. If my muse comes up with any more of these, I'm going to just combine them up in a single fic… why? It's just easier for me, LOL!
Well, enjoy, Caren and Bonanza and AMC Addict, and thanks for the feedback!
I'm becoming increasingly aware of how well that fabric enhances her very nice… um, pillows while we sit and wait for the bank to open. She must have recently fluffed them, probably after she knew I was coming to cash her next check.
How dare she… fluff them…?
There she is, just sitting there, glaring out the windshield, pretending that she isn't heaving her pillows just to get my attention! That's what this is, you know… her, trying to seduce me! Just to get into my money and power and bed… do I really mind, though… yes, of course, I do… right?
Crap, she just heaved her pillows again, her face all scrunched up, hands fisted up in her lap… a very nice lap… very... womanly… lap… dear sweet Lord, she smells good! Smells like… womanly… things… like… a woman… been a long time since I've smelled a woman who smells so… womanly…
I am such a bad, bad, bad man…
"But you like being a bad man, don't ya, Bad Boy?"
Oh, dear… am I having another stroke… why is she wearing a… thing? Don't get me wrong, it's a nice thing but, yowza… it's quite a… yowza… and it highlights her pillows so nicely, actually… There she is, sitting in the seat, in a strange bodice thing that makes my bad boy parts do a strange and disturbing happy dance…
Thank god it's not yet the visible happy dance… yet…
"Get those eyes outta my rack!"
And, hey, how'd she change so fast! She's somehow out of that incredibly good-looking little thing and back in that bright green dress… how could someone with so many womanly wiles wear something that makes her look radioactive! Although, okay, yes, it's a very, very sexy radioactive…
And, very suddenly, I realize what she just shrieked… Quick Adam, come up with something… you're Adam Chandler man… show her what you're made of!
I straighten, meet her angry gaze with my own, and… say what I really didn't mean to… "You have lovely breast… did you fluff them?"
There are no words to describe our odd silence as we stare at each other blankly… outside, a cricket chirps… Jesus, I hate when that happens during an awkward moment… another goddamn cricket starts up and I decide to call up an exterminator… stop the stupid chirping…
"Ah…" a few more minutes of silence, more of those goddamn crickets start up… "You did it very well."
It's like a frickin' orchestra out there… are the windows about to break from the… "Shall we go in, Carey?"
"Yeah… yeah, right… of course…"
Okay, good, I can do this… until I watch her strut in… displaying her very nice back end… ah, here goes the happy dance… damn…