Melted Butter and Syrup
This is going to be the first of many various drabbles
This originally was just an exercise held by the Smut University workshop. But I really liked it.
It's very short. Probably under 500 words. AH, OOC, AU, femslash, AxB, M to be safe. The inspiration for this one shot can be found here
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just remember to take out the parentheses!
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"Bella, are you almost done?" I yell through the bathroom door. She doesn't answer, so I slowly push open the stark white door. My eyes widen as I see Bella naked, my eyes roam down her body, and stop at the dimples in her beautiful, shapely, ass.
"Alice! Stop thinking about that! She is your best friend!" My inner voice screams, but I can't seem to look away.
I close the door, as slow as I opened it. Thankfully she didn't hear me over the cacophony of the hair dryer that she was using. I slump against the wall, as I feel the nervous sweat dripping from my temples. I take a deep breath in, and can smell the melted butter and syrup, on the pancakes that Esme is cooking.
How I would love to lick melted butter and syrup off of those cute little dimples. Sigh.
"What would have happened if you saw her tits Alice?" my inner conscience nags me.
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't KNOW!" I growl in response to my inner self.
"I know exactly what you would've done. You would have taken her right there on the bathroom counter!" she says
"I know!" I mutter. I hear the bathroom door slowly close. I look up to see Bella staring at me with those big brown doe eyes.
"I would've loved having you take me on the counter." she says with a mischievous and walks off downstairs. I could hear her talking to Esme.
I said all of that out loud?
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See, I told you very short.
No characters belong to me, they all belong to Stephenie Meyer