Pleban Girls Party - Fever dreams of U2

[Gluey]

*spits* penterterating????

 

[mysterious_jen]

jaysus ........... can you say that ???


oh can i have unedited copy pleeeeese ??

 

[Gluey]

mee too!!

 

[youvedonewhat]

i hope YDW is inspired by all these caps im getting sore fingers !

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Oh, I'm inspired all right...but unfortunately we can only be a little inspired here...

 

[mysterious_jen]

*crosses legs cough *




45 second rule

 

[Gluey]

liek I said, i can proovfread it for you....tell you what bits to take out!

that wasn't too bad for ytyping!

 

[youvedonewhat]

I'm not much good at writing sex scenes...

 

[Gluey]

new thread jen!! soon hrurry!

 

[youvedonewhat]

Yay...end old thread on something SMUTTY!!

 

[mysterious_jen]

Oh, I'm inspired all right...but unfortunately we can only be a little inspired here... [/B]

yeah that frustrates me ALOT .....

sucks when it comes to fan fic !

slash and underage implications i can understand as being off limits, but consenting adults in a fictional story

 

[Gluey]

I'm not much good at writing sex scenes...

if yoru half as good as you aren at creatign tension, i'm sure you'd do usaproud!

 

[mysterious_jen]

new thread

http://forum.interference.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=177813

 

[youvedonewhat]

Ok, lets end with a statement:

I really would like to sleep with Bono....



Hope he doesn't snore...mwah...

 

[bonoishot]

He’s bored. It’s not hard to tell, the man might as well be a flashing neon sign declaring his emotional and mental state. He sighs, shifting back and forth in his seat. Looking out the window at the scenery speeding by only satisfies him for a moment. He leans back, closing his eyes and humming some melody which is both familiar and yet new to you at the same time. He never does seem to do anything the same way twice.

He sighs again, looking at you with his head still resting against the back wall. You can only see slivers of his gorgeous blue eyes this way, but they’re no less beautiful for being partially hidden. His attention rests heavily on you, and though you keep your eyes turned toward the book in your lap you cannot read a single word.

He’s been silent for a long moment now. Wondering what he’s up too, you can’t help but glance up at him. He flashes you a devilish smile and your heart skips several beats. You can’t help but smile back, and he’s sure he almost has you. He slides the sunglasses off, revealing those eyes with all of the power he knows they wield over you. You force yourself to look away, though your hands have begun to tremble with the effort you’re putting into playing it cool.

“How many times have you read that page now?” He teases. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and you bite your lip to keep from grinning shyly. You glance at him as you turn the page defiantly. When you turn your attention back to the book, he leans forward, his elbows on his knees and begins chewing on his thumbnail absently. Another deep sigh, and then he’s sitting next to you, reading over your shoulder.

His body heat is all that actually touches you, but it affects you no less than if he were spooning you, every inch touching. His breath is hot and damp against your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder, still reading. When you try to turn the page, he catches your hand in his own and holds it, his thick fingers intertwining with your own. He rests your interlocked hands on his knee and ignores the vexed look on your face.

“Do you mind?” You ask, though your voice is softer than you intended. He lifts his head to look directly into your eyes, his nose nearly bumping against your own, a faint smile touching his lips.

“Not at all. Unless you wanted to do something else.” He replies, his hand releasing yours and moving up to caress your cheek gently.

“Like what?” You ask, playing his game. He has to feel the way you’re trembling now, feel how rapidly you’re breathing. There’s no sense trying to hide it.

“I have a few ideas.” He smiles, his lips catching yours too briefly to satisfy. He smiles again at the way you lean forward as he pulls back, wanting more of his kiss. His hand slides up into your hair as he obliges the request in your eyes. More, in fact. By the time your mouths part again, your both gasping for breath and you know the one thing this train ride is not going to be is boring.

OMFG!!

 

[bonoishot]

Last one for tonight

You can tell he’s planning something, just by looking at him. He’s got that smirk on his face. You’ve seen it once or twice before, and the memories of those times make you want to smile, too. The man is such a flirt, you can hardly stand it. He loves to tease you, to see if he can make you blush. Which he does. Often.

“Psst. C’mere.” He calls to you, crooking a finger at you, still smirking wickedly, his gorgeous blue eyes shifting from side to side to see if anyone is watching. You approach hesitantly, knowing you’re likely to end up with a heart ache. You always do. He flirts, teases and plays, but never follows through. And your pride won’t let you tell him how badly you want him to follow through.

“What?” You ask, feigning impatience. As if you could ever have something better or more important to do than be with him. He smiles at you playfully, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you around the corner with him into a dimly lit corridor. You can tell he’s been drinking, both by the way he carries himself and the slight bitter scent of beer on his breath as he leans in close to your face and whispers conspiratorially.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He says, and every muscle in your body tenses in anticipation, even if your mind is immediately working to prove to your eager body that he has no intention of doing anything like *that*.

“Really?” You manage to ask, your throat feeling dry, suddenly. Your voice is a hoarse whisper and you lick your dry lips self-consciously. “What’s that?” You ask, your voice only slightly stronger this time.
He smiles at you, stepping in close and making you take an instinctive step back. He chuckles under his breath at you and you frown back at him. He advances again and this time you stand your ground.

“Close your eyes.” He tells you, his whiskey burned voice hot and wet in your ear. You can feel the heat radiating from his broad chest as he stands so close to you there’s less than an inch of air separating your bodies. You hesitate for a moment, but he’s watching you closely and grinning, waiting for you to play along. You might be a fool, but you do. You close your eyes and he whispers again, his breath hot against the skin of your neck this time.

You bite your lip to keep from whimpering, your body aching with need from simply standing so close to him. He sways slightly, his balance a little uneven from drinking, and his chest brushes feather light against your own, but you know he felt the way your nipples tented the soft fabric of your shirt; felt the brush of hard flesh against his skin. Maybe if he would button his shirt once in awhile, you think defensively, but immediately your skin flushes even hotter at the thought of his naked chest peaking out from under the white silk shirt.

“Ready?” He asks, and you nod slightly, your eyes still closed tight. You can feel him moving, but aren’t certain what he’s up too until you feel something brush against your lips. You gasp in shock, and when your lips part you feel his finger slide in between them slightly, brushing over the tender skin of your lower lip. Your mouth begins to water as soon as the taste of whipped cream, Coffee and Irish whiskey.

You smile instinctively and open your eyes. He remembered. The intimacy of the moment doubles as you realize that he remembered the conversation you’d had in which you suggested cold Irish Coffee was possibly your favorite thing in the world. He smiles at you now, his face maybe three inches from yours, his head bowed toward yours.

You lean forward slightly, your hand rising to take him by the wrist and hold his hand in place as you close your mouth over the length of his finger and slowly lick it clean. You hear his breathing grow rapid and shallow, feel his body tense next to yours and it hits you like a bolt of lightning. He wants you. He wants you the way you have wanted him for so long. You’re more intoxicated by this revelation than if you’d been drinking all night. The moment you lean back, releasing his hand, his mouth closes over yours, his hand in your hair, and the entire length of his body is pressed hard against yours.

He kisses you hard, his lips firm, his tongue demanding, penetrating deep and rough as his free hand breaches the soft fabric of your shirt to find your soft skin with his slightly callused fingers. You break the kiss, gasping for air and letting your head fall back against your shoulders, your eyes directed unseeing toward the ceiling. He’s moaning softly, his lips against the soft skin at the base of your neck, the heat and vibration from his voice rushing through you like a wildfire.

Your hand laces up into his soft, shaggy hair and you breathe in deeply; loving the way he smells. You also love the way his stubbled cheek feels as is it brushes against kiss sensitive flesh. He murmurs sweetly as he traces a line of kisses down your chest, sinking to his knees before you to kiss your belly. His hands are on your hips possessively as he looks up at you and you see the look in his eye. Your lips part slightly in shock and your body floods with heat in anticipation of his next move…

Dead.