Still here. That limp, crappy chow mein a couple of hours ago just didn't cut it. I threw it out. Now debating going to a Wendy's drive through for fries and a frosty, but then I'm having images of the security guy attempting to lift me onstage, and throwing his back out. But I'm starving...
It's dark in the bar, kind of smoky too. You can't figure out why you're here, it's certainly not your type of hang out. A laugh reminds you of the reason you came, for your friend. You'd do any thing for her, include hang around this scuzzy bar while she has some fun. You sigh and lean against the bar. You don't know why..but it feels as if you're being watched...you're certain you can feel eyes on you. But when you look about there's no one.
Uncertain you move off towards a corner of the bar...stickin close to the wall, you tell your friend your heading home, then make your way out. As you near the door you see him. Leaning agaist the wall, even with the glasses on you know his eyes are watching your every move. He smiles. Intrigued you stop...and watch as he meanders his way over to you. His voice is soft, snesual...and rough ' You shouldn't be goin out into the night alone, luv.'. You roll your eyes, tell him you'll be fine. He smiles again, all arrogance and confidence. You go to leave but he captures your hand in his...brings it to his lips...head bowed, he looks up at you. ' Surely a lady wouldn't mind some accompaniement to her house?' and he gives you a charming smile. You sigh and and leave...but you know he's following, not close, just sort of trailing behind at his own comfortable pace.
The thing is...you've never been in this part of town before, and you soon admit your lost. You turn around to find him smirking. 'Somthin a matter luv?'...and it's about then that it starts to rain. In fact..it pours. Before you know it your soaked, and he's pulling you aside, under the shelter of a shop's overhang. You're wet, your clothes plastered to your body. You shiver. He looks over his glasses at you...clearly drinking you in...and his gaze is intense...makes you feel warm.
He takes off his jacket....moves close. You back away, but have no where to go. He leans in , reaches around you to place the jacket on your shoulders, then pulls it close in front. He doesn't move back. Just stands there...so close..looking down at you.
You shift...and he moves closer...he's pressed against you. And you can feel everything through your wet clothes...even the softest touch. He brings up his hand, brushes some of the hair from your face and lets his finger trail down your cheek to your lip. Shocking even yourself...you nip it. And his smile returns. He's leaning into you now..pressng you against the wall...he ducks his head,...breaking eye contact...until you feel his tongue hot against your cool skin. Firts just by your ear..then he moves lower...following the trails left by rain drops. He reaches your collar bone and presses a kiss there..before looking up again...watching your reaction. His voice is rough, deep, and his accent thick ' I want more...'..he moves closer now..his lips a whisper above yours..'I want to taste...' and he licks first....just a bit...before capturing your lip...and then your mouth. The kiss is hot, and deep...you run your hand thru his wet hair...his hands wander your body..before roughly grabbing your hips and pressing you agsinst him. You gasp...and he kisses you deeper...before moving his lips to your neck again..biting your shoulder... His hand runs down your theigh....gently he pulls upwards.....
...............wooo
holy crap..I just saw how long this is...
...and half of it wasn't even smut!!
What's wrong with me!?!?
hi girls, i posted on the old thread. that chizip has been posting under my name! that's what i get for letting him use my laptop anyway, we're off to hard rock cafe. be wary of any posts by me that brag about chizip's manhood...
oh well,, thank you all who liked my work You see, i was a really bad writer prose-wise. I have turned out very good poems over the years....so that's at least one step up for me.
But i took an informal writing group for a bout 3 yrs in the late 90's.
I also kept writing my own FF in another non-music fandom, and now in the last year or so { inspired by PLEABANS old & new } done some private U2+ Bono FF.
But this IS the first time Ive EVER posted anything FF wise on any mesage board anywhere. So thanks again for the kind words!