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Don't have anything to do with them, so don't sue me. Besides you can't get blood from a turnip. Well at least that is what they say here in the south.
Beware of the Pretender
By: Charro
Summary;
None, it would spoil the story.
Chapter one
He coyly rest back on the couch with his feet propped across the edge of the coffee table and he chuckles at Mr. Ed on television.
She tensely sat at the other end of the couch with her hands in her lap starring at him and she grimaces.
He lowers his head to the large bowl of popcorn in his lap, with a smirk on his face savoring the moment.
Her eyes dart from the television, back to him with a bemused expression look on her face lost deep in thought.
'That strong-minded beauty of mine doesn't know what to do.' He thought hiding his triumph this morning.
'That hoity-toity bastard of mine doesn't know that he is doomed.' She thought thinking of how he would dearly pay for this.
He had taken all the necessary precautions and he shows his pearly whites at her and once more pops popcorn into his mouth.
She had not taken all the necessary precautions and she let her eyes throw daggers at him and hopes that he will choke on his popcorn.
His eyes shower over her to see the look on her face and he checks his watch for the theatrical production is about to begin.
Her eyes hasten over him to see the look on his face, pissed at him; she lies in wait no more and dumps the bowl of popcorn on his head.
He stands up, shacks the popcorn from his long hair and turns to her with an arched eyebrow.
She runs up the stairs and slams their bedroom door.
He chases her up the stairs and opens their bedroom door.
She walks briskly to the other side of their bedroom to retreat from him and throws the evidence box at him.
He ducks the evidence box while he takes short steps to her wicked glare upon him.
She points her right index finger at him; "you, you!" she darts toward the bathroom and he steps in front of her. "Don't you dare come near me!" she reacts with a fling of her hairbrush at him.
'God she is more beautiful than ever.' He thought with a roguish grin that proudly displays his dimples.
He glances down at the hairbrush while he closes the gap between them.
"You stay the hell away from me," she backs away from him with pressed lips and he gives her a lofty grin.
He maneuvers her right into the corner of his chose.
She turns her back to him.
He encases her waist with one arm while he moves her hair back to savor the taste of her silky-smooth skin.
She closes her eyes with her head against his chest. "I'm afraid." She whispers into his lips.
His eyes travel to her eyes and back to her lips, "don't be," he whispers pulling her closer to him.
She grabs his left hand and squeezed it between hers. "I can't believe that you did this to me, us." She turns to him sharing a sinful kiss with him.
He pulls back for a moment "It is supposed to be this way." reclaiming her cherry wine lips.
She runs her fingers through his long hair, "love you," her kisses hot down his neck over his bare chest.
He runs his fingers along her collarbone, "love you"; his kisses hot while unbuttoning his shirt that adorns her body.
They steal one another's lips, "I should have paid more attention to you." He whips her around and slowly ran his right hand over her stomach.
"Beware of the Pretender." He whispers into her awaiting lips.
Their hands rest on her stomach for in nine months their pretender would arrive.
The end