A/N This is a fluffy series of drabbles inspired by a gchat Conversed and I had about how we'll never be able to take our laptops in for repair, for fear of anyone seeing the frightening amounts of Robporn, slash, femmeslash, smut and porn in general contained therein. The plot bunny reared its silly head amidst talk of "rebooting her RAM" and "plugging in his USB." My Twinbrain and I are ridonkulous, but I love her more than my luggage, and I thank her for everything. Without her, I'd still be a strange, lonely American, obsessing over fanfic in exile.
Each drabble is 111 words, in honor of a new year to be spent slutbunting with my TSA gals. They are wonderful writers, and even better humans. Please check the "Favorite Authors" on my profile, and read their work. You (and your damp gusset) will thank me.
I don't own Twilight. I don't even own copies of the books: I've permanently "borrowed" my son's.
"Shit," I mumble as I rush into the Apple store. It's almost time for my Genius Bar appointment, and if I'm late, they'll give away my spot. That will further screw up my already tight schedule, and I could miss my deadline. Not acceptable.
"I'm Bella Swan; I have a twelve o'clock appointment," I say to the iPad-holding twentysomething hovering by the door.
"You just made it!" Chirpie trills around her piercings. "Have a seat, and Edward will be right with you."
I sit, pulling my MacBook out of my messenger bag.
"Bella, how may I help you today?" a sexy voice asks, and I look up.
Fuck. Edward is gorgeous.
"Bella?" Sexy Voice inquires, as I gape at the vision in an Apple-logo polo. "What can I do for you?"
Oh honey, what can't you do for me?
With a mental headshake, I look into the greenest eyes ever. Sucking in a drool-drowned breath, I say, "Well Edward, my baby is unresponsive, and I'm on deadline. I'm hoping it's an easy fix."
"What happened before it froze?" Edward asks, caressing the top of my baby with his long, long fingers.
Putting my lips to his ear, I whisper, "I spilled coffee on the keyboard. Help a poor girl out?"
"I'll open her up for you," Edward breathes on my blushing cheek.