Umm... yeah... so I was hit with a plot bunny tonight. I think it is my brain revolting from all the things I am constantly using it for lately and it needed a fun outlet.
Stephenie Meyer owns the characters and Twilight, I just play with her toys.
A bit of fun here. I plan to have an ever changing plot and short chapters. No update schedule as those of you who are reading Breach know I am terribly swamped at the moment. This tidbit just wouldn't be denied.
When Bunnies Attack!
I hadn't given much thought to how I would die… no wait, I had.
I was bound and determined to live to a nice ripe triple digit number.
While a couple of centuries would be nice, I figured I'd need that time to find Mr. Right, 101 would do me just as well.
The guy running down the museum steps at lightning speed, crashing into me, and sending us both tumbling to our doom at the age of twenty three?
Not so much how I saw the whole death thing playing out for me.
"Ow! Ow, ow, ow! Damnit, watch where the fuck you are going!" I yelled out, cupping the back of my head, my eyes screwed tight against the pain. The cold marble beneath me did not make a very good landing platform when plummeting to meet your maker.
"Sorry! Oh my God, are you alright?" he asked, sounding truly worried.
"No, you moron, I am not…" I trailed off when my eyes opened to glare at the idiot and instead I ended up an idiot myself.
Damn he was fine. And that hair? Unf!
I'm pretty sure I was drooling after just seconds of looking at him. How embarrassing for me, I gotta say.
Even more embarrassing was when I realized my legs were wrapped around his waist, his hips lined up to my nether regions. He had one arm next to my head, propping him up and I could feel the other wrapped around my waist.
I swallowed hard, staring up into his shining green eyes. Why knew they made green in that hue?
"Umm, I got nothin'," I finally spoke.
He laughed and I was able to break our gaze and tilted my aching head around to search for my belongings.
There were a few people staring at us, none of them offering to help and the others just walking past. A few feet away was my bag, the contents spilling out all over the steps.
I tried to prop myself up on my elbows and get myself up, but ran right into strange gorgeous guys chest.
"Oh, sorry, just… trying…" I trailed off. I was trying to get away from him. My hips lifted and I heard him groan when I brushed against the flashlight in his pocket.
That was a flashlight… right? I mean, guys don't normally run around with dicks that hard, do they?
I struggled for a few minutes and he tried to help, but I couldn't get away from him!
With a huff I landed back down on the marble. "Umm…. Are we stuck?"
"I… umm… think so," he replied.
I watched his eyes look from side to side, looking for his own belongings. His eyes widened and I turned to see what he was looking at.
Lying a few feet from my own bag was what I assumed to be his… with porn magazines sliding out exposing pictures of naked women and their… toys.
My head snapped to my bag and sure enough, as my luck would have it, my purple bunny was pointing at his mags like a fucking neon arrow.
"Oh, shit!" we both cried out at the same time.
We scrambled, trying to reach our hidden items that really needed to remain hidden especially in public. Our shoes slipped on the marble, neither able to gain purchase. He tried to stand up and only pulled me with him and we went crashing back down onto the floor no closer to our goal.
This time I was on top and I managed to sit up, straddling his hips. I pushed against his chest, trying to get up, but we were stuck.
He was bucking his hips, his feet pushing against the floor. I was bouncing up and down on him and really wishing I had put on a bra that day. I tried to get off of him, but it was of no use.
Well, no use to him but that flashlight of his was doing wonders to my clit.
"Jesus fucking stop!" I cried out, my cheeks flush. The bouncing was getting to be too much and we were starting to acquire an audience.
He stopped immediately and looked up at me. I heard him curse but was too busy with trying to detach us to figure out what he was going on about.
Fuck, our belts were stuck together.
"Fuck fuck fuck," he continued to curse.
A sudden idea came to me and I laid back down on his chest.
"What are you doing?" he questioned, somewhat frightened.
"Don't worry, princess, I don't bite… much," I said with a smirk.
He groaned again, his head tipping back on the ground, and I brushed it off as being that he now held all of my weight on his body.
Once my legs were between his, I pushed against the floor while my hands pushed down at my waist. All of my weight was now focused on my chest which was being mashed into his.
I wiggled my hips, pushing and pulling, crawling up his chest, trying to get the waist of my jeans past my ass. He continued to moan and groan and I really wanted to tell him to shove it, I was trying to get us out of the situation.
Finally, I managed to get the fabric past the swell of my hips and I wiggled the rest of the out. As soon as I was free I jumped up and ran over to our bags and stowed away the paraphernalia.
I sighed in relief before I heard the security guards running up to us.
"Just what the hell is going on here? Miss, where are your pants?" The guard asked.
My eyes went wide and I looked to my flashlight friend who was still attached to said pants only to find him staring at my nether regions.
Of course, on that day, I had to be wearing a pair of novelty panties my friend had bought me for my birthday.
'I've been naughty', occupied the front while the back read 'Spank me'.
My cheeks burned as mortification set in. I ran to flashlight guy and tried to rip my jeans away, but it was of no use.
Running back to where our bags were I grabbed mine and pulled it over to where he was, whipping out a pair of scissors and cutting the fabric of the belt. Frantically, I pulled the belt from the loops and freed my jeans. Undoing the clasp and zipper I slipped my legs through the fabric and over my hips.
"Umm, keep the belt," I said to the idiot who was still just staring at me. I turned to the guards. "Happy? Okbyebye!"
I got up to run away and remembered something so I stooped back down. I leaned down close to idiot and spoke in a low voice. "Nice collection, by the way. Oh, and nice flashlight… though I don't know many guys who keep one in their pockets."
I smiled at him as he looked up at me dumb founded and ran like a bat out of fucking hell to get away.
So, maybe I cheated death that day, but what I didn't expect was just how that brush would change the course of my life… and my panty collection.
Oo' ~~~~~~Oo' ~~~~~~Oo' ~~~~~~Oo' ~~~~~~Oo' ~~~~~~Oo' ~~~~~~Oo' ~~~~~~Oo' ~~~~~~Oo'
I pondered the word over and over in my brain.
I mean, come on, she had to fucking know what was going on, right? She was wearing fucking 'I've been naughty, spank me' panties! Not only that, she had a vibrator in her bag and complimented me on my fucking porn magazines!
I couldn't sleep. The girl from the museum steps was occupying my every thought.
At least she had filled my spank bank before she left.
While she had collected her bag before she left, one item was left behind.
It was sixty two pages long and filled to the brim with more hot sex scenes then most of my porno collection. The pages were all marked up where she had made notes and changes. There were emails attached from her 'pre readers' and I found the name to call out when I came.
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