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This is a response to Koinekid and DaniWilder's flash fiction challenge. It's also the first story I've posted that isn't M-rated. Imagine that. By the way, this is 300 words exactly.
Summary: A special someone enlivens Jennifer's boring day in the infirmary.
McKeller Flash Fiction:
Silent Visitor
by
Destiny Brighthope
Her eyes fluttered, but with a concerted effort, Jennifer managed to keep them closed. Fingertips slid down the length of her bare arm, and she shivered. A glitch in the environmental controls had raised the temperature in her office by two, maybe three degrees. The heat wasn't unbearable, but she'd been forced to shed her light duty jacket and had slung it over the back of her chair. When the unseen fingers began their journey, her suspicion became aroused. He fiddled with the controls on purpose. The rascal.
Jennifer was further irritated when her silent visitor brushed aside her long, flowing hair. Didn't he know she'd worn it down in hopes of catching his eye? To simply sweep it away like—ooh! Thoughts of chastisement fled when his lips found that sensitive spot on her neck. His teeth grazed the tender flesh, and her breath hitched. "No, don't."
Her voice was barely audible, but the man moved on, peeling back the edge of her collar to continue his exploration. After awhile, he wound his arms round her waist and pulled her back against his chest. His contented sigh was the first sound Jennifer had heard him make other than the lip smacks that accompanied his kisses.
As if his (mostly) gentle touch hadn't been proof enough, the sigh confirmed his identity. She could have made sure at any time, but opening her eyes would have ruined the game. There was a heady excitement in not being absolutely certain.
A wicked idea popped into her head. The man parted his lips to break his silence. Before he could, Jennifer moaned, "Oh, Carson."
For a moment, Rodney said nothing. Then, "That wasn't funny."
Opening her eyes, Jennifer nodded toward their reflection in the screen of her powered-down monitor. "Then why are you smiling?"
The End
Thanks for posing the challenge, Dani and Kid. This was fun! Except for the editing to get the story down to 300 words. That was a chore. ;-)