Title: Road Trippage
Author: Wyzeguy
E-mail: Wyzeguy79@yahoo.com
Universe: Movieverse
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13 and R, I guess.
Pairing: Hee hee. You'll see.
Warnings: Adult situations, deliberate squick-point
Notes: This is in a similar vein as my other responses to an opening
sentence challenge, in that it's short and as humorously bizarre as I can
make it. A specific fanfic writer will be mentioned herein, and I hope she
doesn't kill me for this. Dedications: to Tarch for throwing out the
sentence, and to...heh. I've said too much already. devious grin
ROAD TRIPPAGE Wyzeguy
The road from New York City to Salem Center had never seemed this long before.
Logan reflected on this as he scratched the hairs on the back of his neck as he drove. He then turned up the volume on the radio -- playing a Led Zeppelin song -- to drown out the noises coming from the back seat. He hated even being a party to this, but he was elected chauffer, and there was no getting out of it now.
Still, that didn't mean he had to enjoy it. Turning to the back seat briefly, she shouted, "hey! Will you two quit makin' out in the back seat!"
Scott Summers and Kitty Pryde stopped what they were doing and glanced back at Logan. "Just drive," Scott replied, then went back to nibbling on his female student's neck while his hands continued to unbutton her blouse. Kitty made pleasant noises and tugged at Mr. Summers' sweater.
Logan grew even more annoyed. "Dammit! Why the hell are you two doing that, anyway?"
Kitty shrugged and grinned, her expression somewhere between sweet and devilish. "We're trying to squick out Min!"
Logan quirked an eyebrow as he watched them in the rearview mirror. "Minisinoo, right?"
"Yeah. It was ... oooh! It was Wyze's idea. He's the writer, y'know."
Logan shook his head and watched as the fourth wall lay broken in the middle of the highway some distance back. A few other cars ran over it. He glanced back up at the rearview mirror, and saw Scott toss Kitty's blouse aside and work on her bra. "So what if this bright idea doesn't work?"
Scott unhooked the bra with nimble fingers. "Well, we could always use 'said-bookisms'," he smirked.
FIN
(The Minisinoo mentioned here is a fanfic author and friend of mine. Kudos to her for being cool with this.)
ROAD TRIPPAGE Wyzeguy
The road from New York City to Salem Center had never seemed this long before.
Logan reflected on this as he scratched the hairs on the back of his neck as he drove. He then turned up the volume on the radio -- playing a Led Zeppelin song -- to drown out the noises coming from the back seat. He hated even being a party to this, but he was elected chauffer, and there was no getting out of it now.
Still, that didn't mean he had to enjoy it. Turning to the back seat briefly, she shouted, "hey! Will you two quit makin' out in the back seat!"
Scott Summers and Kitty Pryde stopped what they were doing and glanced back at Logan. "Just drive," Scott replied, then went back to nibbling on his female student's neck while his hands continued to unbutton her blouse. Kitty made pleasant noises and tugged at Mr. Summers' sweater.
Logan grew even more annoyed. "Dammit! Why the hell are you two doing that, anyway?"
Kitty shrugged and grinned, her expression somewhere between sweet and devilish. "We're trying to squick out Min!"
Logan quirked an eyebrow as he watched them in the rearview mirror. "Minisinoo, right?"
"Yeah. It was ... oooh! It was Wyze's idea. He's the writer, y'know."
Logan shook his head and watched as the fourth wall lay broken in the middle of the highway some distance back. A few other cars ran over it. He glanced back up at the rearview mirror, and saw Scott toss Kitty's blouse aside and work on her bra. "So what if this bright idea doesn't work?"
Scott unhooked the bra with nimble fingers. "Well, we could always use 'said-bookisms'," he smirked.
FIN
(The Minisinoo mentioned here is a fanfic author and friend of mine. Kudos to her for being cool with this.)