Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
This story is part of the little series I will be starting, known as 'The No Series'. All Lemon One-shots with the word 'No' in the title.
It will mostly be Blackwater, but I will try and include other characters too.
My first one was 'No One' and then 'No More Regrets' and now the third. They have no relevance to each other, so it will not be like sequels or anything. Just good ol lemony moments.
Note: This one is a smidge bit dirtier...*smirks* Fine...Its filthy!
~NO LONGER LOSING~
Jacob Black walked through the metal swing doors, pushing them hard, making them slam against the brick wall and strode over to the bench and slumped down.
He threw the boxing gloves across the side of the room in a desperate attempt to release some of the built up aggression.
He couldn't believe he had gone down to a fucking amateur. Him, Jacob Black, soon to be world heavy weight contender, to a fucking amateur…an amateur!
Jacob punched the wood of the bench on which he was sitting making it, trembled under his strength and weight.
He mentally scolded himself, with reasons of why he had lost the fight. Though it wasn't as if he lost it to a 'Knock Out' or a 'hook' that sent him down on to the hard matted boxing ring floor, kissing the canvas. It had been a woman, a fucking woman!
Her long toned tanned legs nestled in the highest high fucking heels he had ever seen. Her skirt, not subtle at all, reaching and cupping under her ass, just enough to not expose the sweet flesh that lay under the material. Her unbelievably perky tits, that he could see poking through her satin shirt, obvious that she wore no bra. And tight ass…damn! That long wavy jet black hair that would only serve one use in the bedroom and that was to be fisted. Her red plump juicy lips, and those eyes, they would have pierced the soul of a weaker man.
Why did she have to sit ring side?
Why did she wear expensive clothing, which only increased her fuck-ability even more?
His dick twitched as he thought about her. Jacob groaned trying to push all the thoughts out of his head as his body slumped, his elbows resting on his knees as he ran his bandage wrapped hands through his short cropped mess, he called his hair.
Had he had his head in the fight and not stealing small glances at the woman, he would have seen the high right hook flying straight in his direction. He would have been able to block it and counter with his own uppercut, as his opponents chin would have been left exposed.
Jacob didn't go down in the fight… no! He would rather die a thousand deaths, before being known as the only person to be knocked out by a shit head of an Amateur, that was no doubt celebrating his victory over the older, wiser, better fighter.
Emmett Cullen, Jacobs's trainer and corner man, had tried to stop the split above his eyebrow, which was gushing blood by dabbing the wound and applying the Vaseline to hopefully clog the flow that trickled down his face, with no such luck. The lacing from the gloves had sliced against his skin, splitting it in an instant.
The old bastard of a referee had called a Technical Knockout, due to the risk of the wound not closing and threatening to rip open a little further as the contenders traded blow for blow. He declared the fight unable to continue the match, declaring 'The Kid' winner by default.
Jacob's perfect 42-0 match stats had been thrown out of the fucking window after years of being able to keep any potential opponent at bay. 34 fights had been to 'Total Knockouts' which was currently the highest in the division, of the boxers that were still in circulation, still fighting.
Seth 'The Kid' Clearwater had landed the blow to his now split eyebrow and the blow to his perfect record.
This had been 'The Kids' first professional fight and he had managed to walk away with Jake's championship belt. Seth was a bawler. He was a boxer who lacks finesse in the ring, moves slower, lacks mobility, has a predictable punching pattern, but makes up for all that with raw power and the ability to knockout their opponents with a single punch. It was lucky 'The Kid' had punched a little high, hitting Jacobs upper eye and not his jaw, because he was certain if he did, Jacob would have been knocked out for the first time.
Jacob was very weary of 'Bawlers'. Untrained, undisciplined, uncontrollable. Funny thing was, Jacob himself used to be a bawler. Through his school and his teenage years, he had learned to fight, and he was good…really good. Emmett's father, Carlise or the 'King of the Ring' as they liked to call him, had owned the local Ring in Forks, and had encouraged Jake to come along and start training with him and his sons.
The Cullen family had once been the elite family of Boxing. Emmett had been a world champion once or twice until he shattered a carpal bone in his neck, rendering him unable to fight again. So he took up the next best thing, being a trainer.
His other brother Jasper taught night classes to the local women, in self-defence and using the weight and momentum of their attackers to fend them off or make them immobile. Jacob knew Jasper was good, because once he had pissed his sister Rachel off enough, for breaking up her sex session on the couch of their father's house; she had put him on his ass. Though he always told her it was because he was drunk and on antibiotics that she had managed to get the upper hand.
The third brother, Edward ,was not a heavy weight boxer, like Emmett but a Mauy Thai fighter. His lean physique made him a great fighter. But up against a heavy weight Edward might as well have been up against Goliath, while he would portray the small boy, David. Edward had been kind enough to teach Jacob skills in hand speed, punch combinations, timing, punching power, defense, and counter-punching, which helped when fighting against fighters trained only within their own discipline and weight class.
"Stupid fucking Ref!" Jacob hissed into the empty room, kicking the rag bucket next to him and sending it flying across the room, crashing against the wall.
Jacobs head shot up as he heard a chuckle from across the room. In the doorway, stood the reason he hadn't won, the reason the ref threw his fight, the reason for his slight distraction, and the reason he could still smell the blood, leaking from his brow.
Leah stood against the doorway, arms crossed under her round tits, pressing the satin closer to them and shaping the material around them, unintentionally. She wore a smirk and a raised eyebrow as she looked over at the obviously tormented man in front of her.
She thought he had gotten exactly what he deserved. Had he been paying attention to the actual fight and not trying to steal a glance up her skirt and eye fuck her tits, he might have managed to beat her brother into a pulp. But not today.
She looked him over. He was a fairly attractive man. He was huge, his muscles flexing under the strength he held his fists tightly together. His shoulders where well defined, leading down to his god like arms. His fists where still wrapped in his bandage wraps, and she could see blood splotches on the rags from his knuckles. His whips of black hair were wet with sweat and his whole body glistened under the low light of the free hanging fluorescent bulb. His white trunks sat snugly on his waist, its thick band wrapping tightly against his russet skin, contrasting perfectly.
Jacob was breathing deeply, trying to quell his anger at the woman standing in front of him. It wasn't working.
"You!" He hissed in her direction. Not only had she distracted him, but she had been sitting in "The Kids' corner of the stadium, showing her support for his opponent. His eyes burned in rage, glaring at the woman in the doorway.
"And you…" Leah said calmly, not at all affected by his glare. She smirked, walking forward into the large changing rooms towards the large man. She knew all about Jacob Black. His fighting record, his signature moves including the 'Sunday Punch', which was a punch delivered causing a TKO and his 'stick and moves', using his light footwork used to evade his opponents. She knew Jacob Black favoured his right hook, while managing to stay balanced perfectly on his left foot.
"What the fuck do you want?" His voice bombed through the room causing a shiver to ride up Leah's body and send bolts of pleasure through her. She had always had a thing, for the great Jacob Black. He was like a Muhammad Ali of his era. He moved just like a butterfly and she hoped he stung like a bee.
"No need to be petty. You lost…big deal" She said sarcastically rolling her eyes, noticing the fire that burned in his eyes still remained. "I just came to get your autograph, no biggie" She said moving still towards the huge male.
Jacob couldn't believe what he was hearing. Who the fuck did she think she was, and more importantly where the fuck was Embry, that piece of shit! He was meant to be stationed outside the room, and not to let anyone in after his fights.
"And what makes you think I am just going to give you an autograph?" He raised an eyebrow at her this time, looking up at her, watching her long lashes graze her high set cheeks bones as she blinked.
"Because…if you don't, I am going to show you what a real left hook should look like" She hissed threw her teeth, also having to reel her anger and sudden outburst in. "Your left hook needs work you know. You're weak on your left side. Your shoulder slumps when you throw a 'straight right'. You're lucky no one has noticed it, otherwise your lovely record would be much lower" She said biting her bottom lip looking over the left side of his body.
"What the fuck are you? A damn trainer? Get the fuck out of here" Jacob said through gritted teeth, slowing unwrapping his bondages from his right hand. Also slightly surprised she knew his weakness, not any of the other fighters or trainers had known this…yet…she, a woman, knew his exact blind spot.
Leah just stood there, watching as Jacob squeezed and stretched his knuckles, wiggling his fingers, trying to get the blood following freely back into them. On instinct Leah grabbed the bucket and sponge from the metal table and dropped it at her feet, wringing out the sponge and taking his hand.
She eyed his swollen knuckles while running the cool sponge over his heated hands, feeling him flinch under it.
"You do this to all the people you just meet?" Jacob asked with a raised eyebrow watching the tanned beauty tend to his wounds. Having her standing this close was allowing him to bask in her delicious scent. His nostrils flared as he took more of the scent in, inhaling deeply.
"I know what I am doing you know… I used to do this as a kid. Boxing is in my blood, I was raised to worship the ground on which this sport stood." She said softly.
Her tone had taken him off guard. He had been half expecting her to call him a baby and to toughen up and that she wasn't just a woman looking for a famous fuck.
Shit! He screamed in his head as she ran an alcohol wipe over his grazed knuckles. The sting of the wipe was leaving him with a slightly nice yet overall painful feeling. Jacob looked up at her face as she kept her eyes trained on his hands, slowly he moved his eyes down, taking in the soft lines of her body and that wonderfully short skirt, that just about made his mouth water.
Leah rolled her eyes "You know you would have won, if you wouldn't have been doing that…" She said with her eyebrows pulled together into a frown.
"What would you care, you were betting on the other guy, right?" He said, shocked that during the fight she had noticed his wandering eyes.
"It wasn't a choice, Jacob. You can never bet against someone you love" She said smiling at him. Jacob pulled his hand quickly away from her reach like he hand been slapped. Love?
Instantly his face began to heat and the anger returned. She belonged to 'The Kid', his enemy.
"Well why don't you go back to your boyfriend or husband or whatever the fuck he is. I am sure he would appreciate you more than I do" He hissed, getting up a grabbing his white throw towel and moving to the sink.
As he splashed the cool water over his face, Leah laughed, letting out a loud, boisterous sound.
"Really?" She said softly with an eye brow raised.
"Yeah really" Jacob mumbled, clearly upset that she, belonged to another man.
Leah took Jacob by surprise, when she walked up behind him, wrapping her hands around his waist and looking at him through the mirror. "And what if I don't want to leave" She whispered low, her cool breath fanning over his shoulder blade.
Jacob looked up into the mirror and stared at her. He could feel her breasts pressed against his back making him shudder in delight. He groaned and closed his eyes when he felt her brush her fingertips over his tight 8-pack, tickling the skin there, making his dick stand to attention in his white trucks. He could feel himself pulsating with need.
He hadn't been laid in over 6 months, after his wife, Ness, had walked out on him. She had claimed 'inconsolable differences' and taken his daughter and half his money with her. He had fallen in love with her, but to her, he was nothing but an ATM and a next child support payment. She had barely given birth to his daughter before talking about living costs and the amount of money it takes to raise a kid.
Of course he had offered to keep his daughter and still pay her, but she knew that by keeping little Sarah, she could squeeze him for all he was worth.
He opened his eyes again and she was still watching his face as her hand crawled up to his chest and she laid a hand over his heart. "Relax Jacob, you're going to have a heart attack" Leah whispered, kissing his shoulder blade.
Leah had no fucking clue, why she wanted the man; she was currently running her hands all over. She knew from personal experience that getting involved with boxers was a bad choice. They were too emotional, too moody and to fucking physical when they got mad. She knew this. She saw it. She had been on the receiving end of it for almost 3 years before she got out of that relationship.
Sam Uley had been a boxer in the Navy. He was hired as a cook on the 'USS Howard' and soon after, literally fought his way to Lieutenant. When things between them were good, they were fucking fantastic that was until Sam began drinking. He had told her it was just to relieve some of the stress he had from work. Soon after the accusations started, the possessiveness went to an all-time high and after telling one to many lies to the doctors on how she had 'accidently' fallen into a door knob, she packed her bags and left.
Jacob spun around and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away. "You don't want this, go back to Seth" He said softly, trying to dissipate her obvious want for him.
No matter what kind of man Jacob Black was, he was definitely not going to sleep with a woman who belonged to someone else. He had experienced that kind of pain before and would wish it on no man. Friend nor Foe.
"I do want this" She said reaching out and squeezing his shoulder, running it gently down his arm, letting it rest on his forearm.
"Go back to Seth" He stated firmly.
"Why the fuck would I go back to Seth. I don't know about you, but I don't fuck my brother" She said with a light smile playing on her lips.
"He's your brother?" Jacob asked trying to read her face, looking for the truth in her words.
"Yes…" She breathed out before she fisted his hair and pulled his face to hers, smashing their lips together. They groaned in unison as there tongues met.
Jacobs taste reminded Leah of a real man. She could taste his sweat, his blood and most of all his scent. It mixed into her senses, causing her to grow wet between her legs. She hadn't tasted a man so perfect in a long time.
Leah's taste reminded Jacob of a real woman. He could taste her sweet mouth, like rose petals and candy. Jacob thought maybe it was the lip gloss she was wearing, but he couldn't give a shit. She tasted divine, like sweet nectar that only the 'king' bee could taste.
Jacob hand automatically went to her waist, squeezing the skin there and drawing her closer into the kiss. He had missed the intimacy of a kiss. It felt like years ago he had kissed a woman, who tasted so sweet. Not even his ex-wife could give the woman in his arms, a run for her, or should he say, his money.
'Where the fuck has she been all my life' He though to himself as he used his large hands to grasps her thighs, sliding her skirt up to her waist and cupping her panty covered ass.
Leah groaned into Jacobs mouth, as she felt his hands move up to her lower back and slip under her panties to knead the bare flesh of her ass. She moved her leg in between his and began to grind up and down on his thigh to create some kind of friction as his hot hands squeezed lower, his fingertips digging into the tops of the inside of her thighs, parting her legs for him.
He growled into her mouth and pulled away, glaring at her, deeply offended by the material covering her.
"Lose the panties; otherwise I am going to kill them…" He said in a deep voice.
Leah could only laugh at his request before he growled again "Now…" He commanded.
Leah leaned forward and licked his nipple, softly biting him. "Or what?" She said amused by the way his body tensed under her mouth.
"Or this-" He replied in the same amused tone, using his large hands to grasp at one side of her underwear, and tear them in half. Leah gasped at the feeling of the cool air that hit her pussy which was now soaked and pooling.
"Oh God…" Leah moaned as Jacobs hands moved up the inside of her thigh, brushing lightly over her pussy lips with his thumb, resting his palm on the front of her pelvis bone. His thumb brushed instantly over her clit, his eyes darkening as he watched her lips release small bouts of air, biting at her own lips to stop the sexy sounds coming out of her mouth.
Jacob growled again covering her mouth with his own as he thrust two fingers up and inside of Leah, burying them all the way up to his grazed knuckles. Jacob felt his cock tighten as Leah screamed out into his mouth from the sudden intrusion. He moved his fingers now, slower and more controlled wanting to take his time.
As he pushed his thick long fingers, in and out of her, he broke from the kiss and moved down to her neck, letting his tongue taste every part of her now heated skin. She was clawing at his neck and back trying to bring him closer, to somehow make him a part of her. She wanted to melt into him, and become one person.
"Lose the shirt" He whispered into her ear, sucking on the bare flesh below it. Leah nodded and used her small hands to almost rip the satin shirt from the body. Her chest was heaving, making her breasts bob up and down in front of Jacobs face.
"Ahh fuck…" Jacob said taking in her chest. As he suspected earlier there was no bra to cover her firm tits, which was lucky because he would have killed that too. Her skin was fucking flawless, and it was so damn soft as Jacob buried his head between them, kissing the space of skin, separating 'the gifts, from god, for men'. He ran his tongue to the underside of her breast following it up and capturing the nipple into his mouth.
"Heaven" Jacob whispered. Her skin was silky and smooth, and Jacob wondered how great he would feel with his huge cock buried between her long fucking legs!
Jacob shoved his fingers back into her, making her cry out as he felt her wetness seeping out and running trickles down towards his wrist. As he pulled away she whimpered, from the loss of contact, because now she needed more, not just from him now, but-
"Turn around" Jacob whispered, helping Leah turn her already shivering body. He moved her by her waist to the cold brick wall, crushing her breast to it.
Leah arched her back and pushed her ass into Jacob's firm erection under his white boxing shorts. She groaned at the feel of his large member pressed up next to her and tickling her ass. She wanted him now, and the slithers of lust where growing and making a fire inside her.
Jacob ran his hard hands from her shoulders, down her arms and to her wrists, clasping his fingers around them. He jerked her wrists up above her head and pressed her hands to the brick, pinning her there, with his still wrapped fist. He could feel her moving up and down in his lap, trying to cox him in to fucking her stupid against the cool wall.
"Please…" Leah whimpered to Jacob, as he planted hot kisses down her spine, before ripping the back of her shirt to get to the skin there.
Jacob moaned tasting her light perspire on her skin. Her shoulders and spine flexed under his mouth, as he humed against her tight, soft, beautiful sun kissed skin.
"Jacob please…" Leah cried out in ectasy being driven wild by his sensual nips and licks on her back.
Jacob growled when Leah tried to free her hands from his tight grasp and punished her by biting down on her shoulder, making her wriggle and moan even further.
"You're a naughty girl…" Jacob whispered coming up to her ear and licking the shell of it.
"Oh god…Yes I am…please…" She said pressing her ass into his firey erection.
"Mmm… I like naughty girls…" Jacob said sucking in an earlobe and softly biting down on it, before spinning the breathless woman around.
Leah's hands immediately went to his waistband and reefed the white silk shorts down, to release Jacob in all his masculine glory. Leah thought to herself as she eyed his cock, that had Michael Angelo's 'David' been sculptured from Jacob Blacks body, all of the female patrons of the museum would be wet just from looking at it. Her hands found it immediately and stroked it, up and down. She felt powerful holding his equally powerful cock in her hands. He was fucking huge and just thinking of it buried inside her made her moan.
Jacobs eyes darkened as the beautiful woman's small soft hands worked his painfully hard cock. He need to find a release and soon. Just looking at her made him want to blow his load all over her hands, to show her just how much he wanted her.
"Please Jacob, your making me so hot, just fucking fuck me already" She said her eyes hooded with lust and her lips pouted. Jacob closed him mouth back over hers, relishing at her sweet taste and delicious aroma.
As he moved the mammoth head of his cock to her wet pussy lips allowing it to lay there, he could actually feel her lips sucking on the head of his cock trying to draw it in. Pulling away Jacob whispered "You really want this? You want me to make you scream out my name? You want me to fuck you…you hot little minx?"
"Yes" She breathed in reply.
"You're going to be punished for making me lose my record of 42-0! You're going to be punished for ruining that for me" Without warning Jacob placed his hands on her magnificent ass lifting her legs up around his waist and savagely pulled her onto his body. He felt his cock smash into her cervix with two inches still remaining outside her body. She screamed against his neck, and then began to stroke his cock furiously with her tight pussy.
He was so big in her, that when he pushed in, her clit was pulled over and rubbed along the top of his cock. The sensation was maddening, sending sexual energy directly to her nipples where it burned with the sweetest tingling sensation she had ever known. Jacob thrust his cock deeply in and then sharply out watching her as she gasped and grunted when his hips slammed back into hers. Her face was twisted in a wickedly beautiful kind of pleasure as her legs shook and trembled around his waist.
Making love to Ness had never been like this, it was always from behind. So impersonal and distant. She had never wanted to face him when they made love; it was always either 'doggy style' or 'reverse cowboy', with his hands on her tiny tits. But looking at Leah's firm C cups bounce proudly in front of him, taught and erect with pleasure running through them, Jacob had to lower his head and roll them in his mouth. They were stiff and on fire as he rolled them between his lips, biting and suckling down on them.
Leah's hands thread up his back and lodged into his hair pulling it, while arching her back of the brick of the wall. She could barely feel the bottom half of her body as Jacob's giant cock, moved in and out of her. The only thing she could think about was him. His lips on her nipples, his hands holding her up against the wall, his cock being driven so deeply into her, she was sure she would be paralysed.
He began to probe her with his cock in a steady smooth rhythm that she easily matched with her own body. They moved together in perfect unison as her moans became both louder and more frequent. Leah's stomach was tightening and she knew the inevitable was about to happen. She came collapsing against him in a matter of a few strokes, moaning wildly and shaking uncontrollably. She placed her hands at the sides of his face and kissed him hard as he still moved savagely inside her.
Jacob was trembling at his imminent release. He could feel the tightness in his balls as the slapped against his new lover. In only a few more strokes, he came widely inside her, scorching the underside of his cock, feeling the threads of hot cum shot into her, gripping on to her hips, no doubt bruising the smooth skin there. Jacob pressed himself against the tanned beauty pinning her further into the wall, feeling her shaking against his tight body, her tits smashed to his heaving chest and he panted against her neck.
Leah nipples tightened again from the hot breathe Jacob Black was sending over her neck, mixed with the hot feel of his body against hers. The only vice she had was the air conditioning slowly cooling each drop of her sweet that was now scattered on her body. Jacob licked at her neck, tasting the salty tinge of her perspiration on his tongue, with his huge cock still buried deep in her hot, tight pussy.
"Shit" Jacob muttered into her neck, feeling the tight grip her pussy still had on him. He pushed up one more time, making her gasp, before pulling his cock out of her, letting it dangle between his legs, now semi flaccid from his release.
They were completely satisfied with each other's performance and vitality. Exhausted, but sated and wonderfully satisfied.
Leah pulled the ends of her short skirt down as Jacob stepped away to pull up his trunks, tucking his cock back into them. Leah discarded the ripped material off her arms and walked with shaky legs over to the shelves to grab a supporters tee. She slipped it over her body, noting her feet where fucking killing her in the ridiculously high heels.
"I am sorry" Jacob muttered looking over at the woman whom he had just pounded the living day lights out of.
"It's okay" Leah shrugged heading for the large metal doors to exit the room. Before she exited she took a glance back and smirked. "Think of it as my…apology"
"What to do mean?" Jacob asked, confused at her statement.
"Your record… but don't worry, now that you've lost your eventually going to have to fight my brother again sometime if you want your championship belt back… so maybe I'll have to apologise again…"
Before she slipped out of the swinging doors, Jacob grabbed on to her upper hand stopping her.
"Wait-" He said running his bandaged left hand threw his hair, pushing it out of his face. "What's your name? I mean, I should have asked first but-" Leah kissed him hard, with a closed mouth sweet kiss and pulled away. "Whatever you want it to be"
And with that Jacob leaned against the metal door and watched her walk away down the corridor, now sporting a Jacob 'The Wolf' Black supporters shirt. He smiled smugly to himself watching her legs slightly stumble and quiver as she walked. Her ass swung, drawing in his stare. He licked his lips, knowing next time he might actually have to throw the fight just to get his claws back into 'The Kids' sexy sister. He silently promised him self he was going to have to taste that 'ass' next time.
He stood until she was out of sight, and leaned his forehead back against the metal door, helping cool his temperature. He rested his head for several minutes breathing in deeply, trying to shake the feeling of her body wrapped around his.
Before long he could hear Embrys happy chatter coming towards him down the dark corridor, before he stopped to the right of Jacob, studying him.
"Where the fuck were you Embry?" Jacob asked darkly.
Embry immediately cringed under the weight of his friends tone. "Umm…well…me and Quil where just helping Emmett clean up the corner, cause I didn't want to bother you after the fight. We thought you might need some time alone…you know…your first loss and everything" Embry stuttered out.
"Right-" Jacob muttered walking back into the change rooms to take a shower and head off back to Washington. He grabbed his sweat pants and wife beater, throwing them over his shoulder before he turned back to Embry who was now stuffing his face with popcorn.
"Hey… you wouldn't happen to have caught the name of 'The Kids' sister?"
"Why" Embry said with an eyebrow cocked and chewing on a mouthful of the popped, buttered corn.
"No reason" Jacob sighed and headed into the showers.
Embry followed and sat outside the shower wondering why Jacob Black wanted to know Leah's name. Deep down Embry knew why Jacob wanted her name. He had caught the glances that had both exchanged during the fight and he really didn't want to see his friend hurt by another woman.
Embry noticed the small smile tugging at Jacob lips and knew that things were going to get way bad, before they got better. Embry knew Leah Clearwater was off limits, not just to him, but any man that looked in her direction. She had a whole entourage of large men following not only her, but her kid brother. They were the highest rank of royalty. They were rich, well known and extremely powerful. He hoped his friend knew this, because if he even tried to touch her there would be hell to pay, not only personally but professionally.
Nobody got a free pass at Leah Clearwater, unless you put a diamond ring on her finger.
And that was Law.
Like a damn Marshall Law.
Because you couldn't just fuck, the President of the 'World Boxing Federations' hot little bitch of a daughter, and get away with it.
No matter who the fuck you were.
Not even Jacob Black.
AN: Woops… I accidently wrote another Blackwater Lemon…. Hehe
*Slaps Self* Focus Ses! *shakes head* Right!
So my Sethy lemon is coming along nicely, it's extremely long and hard *clears throat* The story… yes… story of course.
Dam you Hilja you are so naughty and you make me want to be a naughty, naughty girl.
Will Seth go to Australia to become the best Junior WILF in the exchange program? Will he outshine his competition Brady and Colin? Will he be able to keep up all those grades for Maths and English, while his is occupied with another subject? Will he get to practice his favourite moves out of the book he borrowed from Jake and Leah? Will Ses finally kiss him, you know *Seth Blushes and whispers* down there *pointing to his lap…..
*Slaps self again* I can't believe I just thought that… see what I mean!
I blame my lemons on the wonderful Cu, Kei and Hilja. Without their love of Blackwater, I would be nothing… *crosses arms and nods* Blame them… it's their fault!
So the 'No series' is just my way of improving my lemony writing, I think I am slowly getting there *wipes brow* Hopeful you guys get just as hot as I do.…
Shout out to my brother who is celebrating his 20th Birthday today…well tonight. It's going to get messy people… jelly shots, lemon wedges, party poopers and strippers. *Shakes head* I can't believe I am related to him… *sighs*I tried to convince them to get a male stripper as well but him and all his friends looked at me like I was some kind of pervert. *Flips the bird* Sit on it you fuckers.
Read and Review my loves… and please any suggestions for pairings would be greatly appreciated and taken into consideration.
Also sorry no vampy love either… that includes the dopey bitch… *growls* you know who I am taking about! It has to at least include one wolf!
Luv you guys hard *gives all reviewers a hi-5*