Hey guys! Being ill makes me addicted to FF more than usual. This was a spontaneous idea and I just had to write it. I plan on this having 3 chapters, first two chapters are rated T, third is rated M. Have fun! :*
This is an experiment by the way ... You'll notice, how. Enjoy. And please review :)
You've got mail
By R.C. Babcock
Dedicated to all my friends and fans
You've got mail!
My heart starts to pound as I close the door and hear that little voice again. He knows when I come home, he knows me and my timing perfectly. That makes me even more nervous. I put my purse down, ignore Chester's annoying barks and go straight to the computer.
Hello, sexy, he writes.
My heart almost stops, though I know he doesn't mean it. I know, he's just kidding, because we are very much closer lately. But he wrote it, and that fact makes my heart jump faster. Can't I pretend that he means it?
Damn, CC. You didn't get wiser since High School, did you? You just have to spend a little time with a guy and you fall in love with him. Maxwell. Chandler. And now Niles ...
Yes. I'm in love with Niles.
After I've discovered it, I was shocked too, but to be honest, it's just logic. I'm checking him out whenever I can, I practically wait for his zingers, I dream of him every night ... Thinking of him everytime ...
I shudder. Too bad he hates me.
Today's pottery class was fun. Let's do this again one time. And ... Your proposition. Did you mean it? I'm still kind of confused. Let hear from you - Niles
I smile. I had been joking about our e-mail-conversations, joking that we couldn't only write, that we just had to do cyber sex ...
Yes, I enjoyed that chats with 'PorschePuppy', but of course I would never admit it.
Well, hello hello sexy man, I write back. Two can play that game and it seems, he wants to play it.
I enjoyed it too. You can be a real gentleman if you want to (of course I already knew that). My proposition? You mean the cyber sex? Niles - I meant it. Think about it. - C.C.
I go to the bathroom and undress, before I wrap myself in a bathrobe and go back to the laptop. I've got mail. Of course. He writes back so fast ... Almost as if he's waiting for a message from me.
Babcock - are you drunk? ... Wait no, that would mean, you had been drunk all day. Well, if you really mean it, we can do this (you really need it, huh?). You'll start.
I grin and shake my head. How does he know that I need it? I do, by the way. It has been a year ...
I'm not drunk butler boy. Okay I'll start, but we need a scenario first (I have to take a quick shower!)
Not a minute later, I get his respond.
There we have our scenario ...
In the shower?
My heart jumps madly against my chest. He wants to picture me in a shower? Damn Niles! Stupid Niles! Sexy Niles! Sweet Niles ...
Okay ..., I write and take a deep breath. I'm in the shower. Hot water runs over my skin. I'm very aroused ... I touch my hard nipples and moan. I just have to think of you, everyday. And then I get aroused. My hand wanders down at body ...
Oh god ... This is so true! I bite my lip, close my eyes and press send. Then I jump up and run to the bathroom for a quick shower. And then it happens ... As the hot water runs over my body, I close my eyes and let my hand wander down my body ...
Ten minutes later I get out, my cheeks flushed and my skin and hair wet. I put my bathrobe on again and wrap my hair in a towel, before I quickly go back to my computer. And there it is - his message.
I think about you everyday, think about kissing your perfect lips, caressing your perfect body, loving you and getting perfect with you together.
My mouth stands open. Wow ... This is almost like a love poem or something. It's beautiful ... I clear my throat and read on.
Your eyes. My heart pounds, when you lay them on me, that beautiful, blue orbs that could kill a man. I don't touch myself while thinking if you, I'm a good man. I want you, but not that way. Not for these reasons.
"Oh my god", I whisper and stand up. My heart throbs madly and my genitals also do. My head is spinning around.
Does he mean it? It sounds so real!
I read it again and suddenly I have tears in my eyes. He sounds ... Oh my god. He sounds, as if he loves me! As if he really wants me! Not wants to fuck me, wants to have me! I type:
After my orgasm (I only get when I think of you) I step out of the shower and rub myself dry. Suddenly my telephone rings ...
I have really no idea where this is going. His answer comes quickly again.
I can't go sleep before I hear your beautiful, deep, full voice. Your voice arouses me. I wish I'll be able to hear you moan my name in that throaty voice one time. "Hello?", you say as you pick up the phone and my heart skips a beat. "It's me. How are you?"
I have to press my hand on my chest. My heart almost jumps out of it - my voice arouses him? Well, I like my voice. No, I love my voice. I know it's deep and I can be confused with a man's voice easily - but I love it anyway. It's different. It's sultry. It's passionate. It fits my character. I'm getting noticed easier.
I type back:
"Hey, baby ... I'm fine. I was just thinking of you. How are you?"
I don't have to wait long, not even thirty seconds later, I get his answer.
"You were thinking of me? I was also thinking of you, baby. I miss you. Miss your smile, miss your eyes, miss your kisses ..."
Perfect, he misses my eyes, my smile, my kisses. Does he in real or is he just a really good actor? Anyway, here we go.
"Wanna come over?", I write.