A/N: This is just a little something that I wrote for another fandom and when I was looking through my other stories, I though it could be some Plum Fun!

Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything. Not the characters, not the song. Yeesh, that's just pitiful.

TART TREAT

Chapter 1: Nasty Naughty Boy

He was tired when he let himself into her apartment. She had yet another stalker and he wanted to make sure she was okay. She had been helping out RangeMan a lot lately and they had spent quite a bit of time together.

He didn't bother to knock. She was used to them letting themselves in. He probably should have knocked though, because it was clear to him that she hadn't been expecting anyone. Later, he would credit this as the best mistake of he ever made.

The lights in the living room were low. What he saw made his breath catch.

Her back was to him and she was dancing. She was wearing low rider jeans, a black button-down shirt and she was barefoot.

It wasn't the clothes that captured his attention, although he thought she looked damn good. What had his rapt attention was the slow and sexy way her body was moving.

He knew he should announce his presence, but he couldn't bring himself to. So stepped a little further into the room and closed the door quietly then leaned back against it.

He just stood there watching her.

He didn't recognize the song coming from her stereo. It was slow, sexy and seductive, just like the way she was moving.

Her hips were moving in time with the steady rhythm of the music. He felt his cock harden as he watched her ass sway.

He thought again that he should let her know he was there, or better yet sneak back out before she caught him in the act. But, he had wanted her for so long that he could hardly remember a time when he hadn't. Then he saw her slide her hands up and into her hair. He couldn't make himself leave.

His heart skipped a beat as she slowly turned around.

Her eyes were closed as she continued to dance.

He licked his lips as her hands slid out of her hair, down her neck and across her breasts. He groaned quietly as her hands slid lower over her flat stomach and down to the flare of her hips.

His eyes followed the path her hands took and continued to do so on their return track. The trip back up was much slower.

As if in a trance, his eyes were riveted to the movement of her hands. When they reached her breasts again, he saw her fingers flex as she squeezed her breasts. Then he saw her fingers reach for the buttons of her shirt and begin to undo them.

That's when the spell was broken and his eyes flew to her face.

OH. MY. GOD!! He thought when he saw that her eyes were open and she was watching him. She's gonna kick my ass.

He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't make any words come out.

He watched in fascination as she walked towards him and continued to work the buttons of her shirt.

Neither of them said a word, but they didn't break eye contact either.

As she passed the end of the couch, she removed her blouse and tossed it on the couch. She had a black lace bra on that made her skin look impossibly pale against it. He watched as she kept on her path towards him.

Once she reached him, he tried to say something, but she shook her head and he remained silent. She took his hand and pulled him away from the door, then she slid her hands under the edge of his black t-shirt and began to push it up and off of him. When it was off, she put a hand on his shoulder and let it trail down across his chest and abs. It was a path similar to the one it had followed on her own body.

He could barely breathe.

Instead of her hand going to his hip however, she turned it and cupped him through his cargos. He hissed at the contact and inhaled sharply as she gave his erection a firm squeeze.

Then her hand was gone and so was she. She tossed his shirt on the couch beside hers and moved to get a chair from the dining room. She put in the middle of the living room floor.

His mind was reeling. He couldn't seem to put together a coherent thought.

The next thing he saw her do was grab the remote for the stereo and then the current song stopped. A new song began to play, it had a quality to it that made him think of a striptease. Oh dear lord! He thought.

Then she crooked her finger as the lyrics started.


Come here big boy
Ahh, mmmhmm, yeah

Of course he went to her, how could he not.

You've been a bad bad boy
I'm gonna take my time, so enjoy
There's no need to feel no shame
Relax and sip upon my champagne
'Cause I wanna give you a little taste
Of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy

She worked the buttons of his cargos. When they were undone, she slid them and his boxers down his hips. She squatted to remove them along with his socks and shoes. When he was naked, she pushed him down onto the chair and began to dance again.


I'll give you some oh-la-la
Voulez vous coucher avec moi?
I got you breaking into a sweat
Got you hot, bothered, and wet
You nasty boy

Nasty naughty boy

She began to undo her jeans. She shook her hips slowly from side to side as she slid them down her legs. She was left standing in front of him in just her bra and black panties.

Once again, she began to dance.


Oh baby for all it's worth
I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind
Now if you're ready, come and get me
I'll give you that hot, sweet, sexy loving (loving)

No one had ever done anything for him like this before. It was the most erotic thing that he had experienced. The fact that it was Steph and they were in her living room was part of what made it so incredibly hot. His cock was hard, harder than he could ever remember it being.


Hush now, don't say a word
I'm gonna give you what you deserve
Now you better give me a little taste
Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy

She pushed his knees apart with one of her own and stepped between them. Her body was still swaying to the music as she reached behind her back. The next thing he knew, her bra had joined their shirts on the couch. Her breasts were on the small side but they were luscious.

She put her hands on his knees and bent to let her tongue leave a wet trail on his neck.


Oh no, oh there I go again
I need a spanking, 'cause I've been bad
So let my body do the talkin'
I'll slip you that hot, sweet, sexy loving

Ohh ha!
Come on daddy!
Ohh ohh, ohh ohh oh yeah
Oh yeaah oh, come on, sugar

She stood again and turned around. First he looked at the long line of her back, but soon his gaze fell to her perfect ass. He though he might pass out from the sight of it. And from lack of blood to the brain! She was wearing a thong. His dick throbbed at the sight of the black lace disappearing between the firm globes of her ass.


I got you breaking into a sweat
Got you hot, bothered, and wet
You nasty boy

Nasty naughty boy
Naughty boy

He felt the beads of sweat pop out on his forehead as she put her hands on his thighs. Her back was still towards him and she lowered herself so that the skin of her bottom brushed against his groin.

Then she began to move. Holy Fuck… Stephanie is giving me a lap dance!!

Oh baby for all it's worth
I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind
Now that you're ready, give it to me
Just give me that hot, sweet, sexy loving

She let her head fall back and rest on one of his shoulders as she moved against him.


Now give me a little spanking
Ohh, ohh, is that all you've got?
Come on now, don't play with me

He bent his head to nip and suckle the tender skin of her neck. She let loose a small sigh. Encouraged, he brought his hands to her hips. When she didn't protest, he slid them up to cup her breasts. He rubbed his palms against her already hardened nipples.


Oh give me that hot, sweet, nasty
Boy don't you make me wait
Now you better give me a little taste
Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy

Mmmm

She stood and slid from his touch. She turned to face him again and pushed his knees together. She straddled him and with one hand on his shoulder, she reached down with the other to push her thong to the side as she slid down on top of him and took him inside her.

They both groaned at the feel of his thick, hard cock sliding into her wet, tight body. When he was in her fully, they locked eyes once again. He put his hand on her hips to encourage her to move.

She shook her head and remained still. He couldn't understand why she wouldn't move. Just having her surround him felt so damn good, but he needed her to move or let him move.

She put both hands on his shoulders and for the first time broke the silence.

"Lester." Her voice was low and husky.

"Lester." She called again, her voice a little more insistent and she shook his shoulders.

"Lester wake up."

His eyes flew open to see, a fully clothed Bombshell, standing over him where he lay on her couch.

"A mother fuckin' dream." He swore.

"And a good one by the looks of it." She smirked at him and gestured with her head to the ear where his cargos were tented quite impressively. "So was it a good dream?"

"You have no idea." He groaned.

"Want to tell me about it?" She asked coyly.

She squeaked in surprise when he grabbed her hand and tugged her on top of him. The next thing she knew he had her on her back and pinned beneath him.

"I'd rather show you." He said before he lowered his mouth to hers.

TBC