Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: This is an example of a "delurker award." If you've been keeping up with my story Not So Arrogant, then you'll know what that is about. If not, I'll explain. I've noticed that while my story gets a lot of hits, only a few of the same people consistently review me. To try and entice those of you that haven't reviewed for whatever reason, I'm issuing some incentive (if you want to take me up on it). If you review me for the first time (only the first time), then you can tell me a word (any word you want) and I'll write a short drabble about D&E or another pairing (depends on the word, but most likely D&E) and you can pick the rating: G, PG, PG-13, or R. It will be about 200 words max. I'll pm the story to you and you can enjoy it for yourself for about two days and then I'll post it for the rest of the world to see. Now, on to this example. The word I was given was "dirty." So, hence the title Dirty Fantasy. Please tell me what you think. By the way, I'll except first time reviewers for this story as well, just make sure you tell me. But it has to be your first time reviewing me ever. Otherwise, way too many stories to write…
William loosened his tie as he turned into his driveway. He was happy to be home. The only thing he felt that home was lacking was Lizzie. She had suddenly been called out of the county the day before because of some problems with her newest release. Thus, William was coming home to an empty house.
He parked the car in the garage and made his way to the front door. He stopped when he saw that there was a silk shirt hanging off the doorknob. William picked it up and recognized it as one of Lizzie's and was thoroughly confused. He thought that maybe it was dropped outside and one of the gardeners's found it.
William slung it over his shoulder and opened the door and was met with a heavenly smell. Someone had scattered rose petals all over the floor, creating a trail that led above stairs. William started to follow it, every so often stopping to pick up the articles of clothing that had been discarded along the way: a short black skirt, a pair of silk stockings, a bra, and finally the underwear on the doorknob to his and Lizzie's room.
He lifted the panties to his nose and sniffed. "You dirty minx," he thought. He opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. He didn't see anyone, but once he had walked in far enough, he was taken from behind and smeared with peanut butter.
William suddenly spun around and heard the vandal say, "Smear me with peanut butter you dirty, naughty boy!"
William was dumbfounded. He never knew Lizzie had it in her to ask this of him. He saw that she didn't have any clothes on, but he couldn't see her face. William grabbed her arm to pull her into his embrace, but suddenly yelled, "Caroline!"
It turns out, it wasn't Lizzie in his room after all. Caroline had somehow gotten into the house and into his bedroom. William struggled to get away but couldn't.
Suddenly, William woke up with sweat covering his body.
"William?" a disembodied voice asked as they lay their hand on his chest.
William flinched. Then he realized that it was Lizzie and relaxed. "Is everything okay?"
"Fine, I just had a nightmare."
"Let me make it better," Lizzie said as she reached onto her bedside table to grab something. William's eyes widened when he saw that it was a jar of peanut butter.
"Come here you dirty naughty boy," Lizzie said huskily as she unscrewed the top. All thoughts of his nightmare flew from his mind as Lizzie then demonstrated just how dirty and naughty he was.