Introduction: This is a "continue the story game" fanfiction collaboratively. This differs from our usual round robin fanfictions because instead of just writing part-by-part, each author gives a different ending. Please enjoy!
A night to remember - Main Plot
Contributed by: crack/fluff-meister steshin
When Alto entered his bedroom, he was startled.
In fact, out of disbelief, he walked out of the bedroom, closed the door, counted to ten and then reopened the door, thinking it was just a silly trick in the eyes.
Nothing changed.
There was silk—lots of it—draped all over, shimmering in the poorly lit room. Rose petals covered the floor, ankle deep and in shades of red. Sultry music drifted inside the four-walled space, the lyrics of the song all about the beauty of lovemaking.
The room was illuminated by candlelight. Scented candles…ocean breeze and vanilla.
Alto did not like the scent—so much, that he grimaced.
Although the room was dim, Alto's expression was plain as day. So was Sheryl's expression…
"Oh, so you don't like it, huh?"
Lividly, Sheryl relieved herself of her temptress position on the bed and stood up. With a clap of her hands, the lights switched on. The artificial lights hummed softly, rendering the candles useless. It also made Alto see something the candles failed to make him see earlier.
Sheryl was standing before him, hands on hips, wearing nothing but a flimsy semi-transparent nightgown. It was lacy, racy and black. It hugged her body perfectly and it stretched very well on the right places.
"What's with your stupid expression?" Sheryl's voice interrupted his admiring.
Before Alto could utter something intelligible, Sheryl began raging with female indignity. "Damn you, Saotome Alto! I had everything so prepared for our six-month anniversary!"
"Wh-wha"—
"Oh! Don't tell me you didn't know! Today marks our six months of being together!"
Alto took a deep breath before engaging in battle.
"Sheryl, I"—
His words were left unfinished when Sheryl hit him square in the face with a box of—he gawked— strawberry-flavored condoms?!
"That," Sheryl seethed "is my gift to you—although you sure as hell won't use any of it tonight."