Title: "Bullet Holes in the Roof"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: R
Summary: Mystique has a tendency to bring her gun to bed.
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Author's Note: 244. That's the number of stories that were sitting on my hard drive collecting dust because I lack the energy and time to take care of them as I once did. My betaing pattern has always been to write, then type up if written on paper, the story, read it aloud to my beloved Jack and our children, editing as I go, and then finally format and post. Sadly, this part is simply taking too much of my time and energy, and my beloved Jack and I have too little time together in person these days to be able to keep up with my stories. So what to do? Give up writing? I actually considered it for a while, tried to make excuses to myself other than the large number of stories collecting cyber dust on my computer, as to why I lacked the energy and Muse to write new tales. And then, with the turn of the new year, I decided to stop running and face the problem. The problem is, quite frankly, that once one gets so bogged down in formatting and editing that writing is no longer a pleasure but the actual posting of those writings becomes a hassle and - egad! - work, it's time to cut something out, and that will never be the writing process. So, in short, yes, there will be mistakes in this tale. Yes, it's missing about half of the header information I usually include. But I wrote it for pleasure and am posting it in hopes of sharing that pleasure with others. Do with it as you will.
Any one else would be terrified laying, with their hands and feet bound to the bed, and a deadly assassin standing over them, but not Irene. She lay patiently before her love as Mystique mounted her, straddling her with a powerful, blue leg on either side of her naked body. One hand roamed her body wildly while she continued toting her gun with her other hand. Irene smiled as Raven held her gun high above their heads and pressed her mouth to her neck.
Irene had never feared her lover or her gun. Instead, she looked forward to Raven bringing her gun to their bed for she knew she only brought her gun on the best nights. In fact, Irene reflected as she gasped in her pleasure and her blind eyes rolled upward toward where she knew the ceiling was, any one who was curious had only to count the gunshots to know how explosive and wild their love making was. While other people, those calmer and more boringly sensible, smoked with great sex, Irene's passionate love shot a new hole in the roof every time she came. The last time they'd been together had brought thirteen shots. Tonight, Irene promised them both silently as she positioned herself just right underneath Raven, would bring at least fourteen, if not fifteen! She was bound and chained, but her heart soared with love and Raven's administerings. Tonight would be the best night ever, and the roof would prove it - if it survived!
The End