And this one, the last of the 21 I promised, if a day late, is dedicated to ShanaHallows. Because our conversations spark the most hilarious ideas... If you haven't gone to check out Shana's epic bachelor party tale Buck-A-Suck yet, hit it up and review the fuck out of it. It's hilarious and it's got a cameo of our favorite amnesiac drink in it too...hehe

Anyway, enjoy this frolic into yesteryear.

A Flower Blooms in the Rain

In which Lucy tries a new style of writing.

Lucinda threw her head back against the brawny strength of Nathan's broad shoulder, as his brusque and ruddy hands stroked the petals of her flower, unabashedly stoking the fevered haze in which she floated, overflowing with wanton pleasure and flushing from her stays to her nape. She gasped in rapturous pleasure at the miraculous talent of his wondrous fingers, dexterous in the extreme, yet gentle in their coaxing touch. He might have only been the lowly hostler, forever sequestered with the horses, while she dined aplenty with the highest in the land, but he understood the rhythm of her pulsing sex, and the wild abandon with which she road: horses and men alike. It had been but a fortnight since she had last been able to vanish away in the night and steal to his side, but each moment of that time apart, her loins had longed for his touch, his tongue, and even his teeth.

And now that touch was driving her to distraction, her usually well-cultivated facade thrown to the wind as her lover of humble stock loosened her laces, with the use of only one nimble hand. When her bodice gaped and fluttered against her heaving bosom, he dove in and grasped her ample breast through the silky lawn of her second best chemise, pinching at her bud as though it were an unbroken colt being taken to reign. She felt that way herself when she was under the strong eye of her loyal hostler: an unbridled filly being coaxed in from pasture.

But then, huzzah, as his weighty mandibles finally entered her sacred garden, as he had done numerous times afore, her mind came undone, raveling away in the zephyrs of her most private place. She was cast asea, riding his hand like the sailors did the waves, staying afoot only by the virtue of his unmatched strength.

Her free hand, not kept occupied keeping her skirts aloft, found the fastenings of his breeches and let herself into his castle to explore and infiltrate the bower of his pleasure. She stoked his fire with her own devilishly talented fingers, matching his efforts stroke for stroke as she threw her head back and met his lips in a forbidden kiss, his rasping whiskers rubbing her cheeks raw as they had the palest flesh betwixt her legs upon their last cross-fated meeting. His mouth captured the moan she had vowed she would only release for the pleasure of his ears, driving his need to an insurmountable peak. His fingers plowed her field more roughly, his sweet kisses trailing to caress her neck and shoulder, the finery of her well-pinked sleeve driven further down her silky pearl-white flesh; that flesh which had never yet seen the light of dawn or daybreak.

While her delicate, yet vigorous fingers worked his wood like a cooper at his lathe, her forgotten hand kilted her petticoats thriftily into her riding-habit's belt before doing a touch of exploring on the svelte and sun-kissed planes of her forbidden lovers hidden delights. No nobleman had the beef and sinew of a man of labor. A man of burly principle and sweaty endeavor. Just allowing her mind to depart on it's flight of fancy to the fields where she imagined him toiling without the threadbare linen shirt hovering above her wayward fingers had her turning in his arms to mount him like the horses she rode so well. Just as Nathan lay upon their loving bed of fresh-heapted straw and Lucinda threw a knee over Nathan's

Lucy paused writing as a message from Natsu tingled across her arm.

what the FUCK are you doing that is turning you on so damn much? I've got a hard on the size of crocus over here! A little warning would be nice!

Lucy blushed and stopped rubbing her thighs together with a guilty look that there was no one in the room to see as the rain poured down in sheets outside her window. The steady rhythm had lulled her into a peaceful sense of privacy. And intimacy with her characters.

Oh. Sorry...I'm just doing some writing.

well, whatever the fuck you're writing can you save if for like another twenty minutes?

Sure. Lucy started to write more but stopped when she felt him continue.

and then call me and read it for me. Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed it heavily down, noticing he hadn't phrased it as a request. A sly smile slid across her lips as she closed her writing notebook and went to make a sandwich. Twenty minutes would fly by.

And maybe Natsu could help her finish her bodice-ripping historical love scene…

One way or another...

hehe, I know, I'm terrible. but I couldn't resist fucking with the language on this one. Review with your favorite flowery and cheesy innuendos if you'd like to see a sequel...lol

EDIT: A special thanks to the people who pointed out errors. They've been corrected. That's what I get for writing something in an hour and posting it without reading it through...