What's Expected of a Wedding Night?: Chappie 2
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A/N: Oh, you're all so wonderful! *sniff, sniff* Because of your thoughtful reviews, I will continue with this messed up story. Yep, I know Kel's a bit OOC, but hey, can't she have a little fun sometimes?
Thump, thump, thump. "What's that?" Kel whispered. "It sounds like thumping," Neal replied, eyes wide. "Oh! What could be causing it?" Kel asked, seemingly awestruck. "Maybe it's a monster!" "Ooh . . . . what kind of monster?" "The kind that catches eavesdroppers," answered a deep voice. "Neal, I see boots in front of me," Kel remarked confusedly. "Why are they there?" She slowly moved her eyes up until her neck hurt. "Raoul!" she punched his arm. "Where have you been? Where's *Buri*?" She asked suggestively. "Why are you two here?" They noticed Alanna for the first time. Neal dropped to his knees and hugged her around the waist. "Mother, I'm hungry!" Alanna made a face. "Get off me, Neal. Go talk to Kel." "Raoul!" exclaimed Kel again. "Okay, mother dearest," Neal said, and crawled over to Kel. "Your leg smells good," he remarked, clinging to her. "Like . . . . . maps." "Whose room is this?" asked Alanna. Kel grinned. "Roald and Shink's." Raoul and Alanna looked indignant. "Well why didn't you tell us before? Let me hear!" and they pushed their way to the door, plastering their ears to it. With all of Neal, Kel, Alanna, and Raoul's combined weight, the door was under a lot of pressure, which caused it to creak. Shinko and Roald jumped back, falling onto the bed. "Did you hear that?" they heard on the opposite end of the door. "Sounds like someone's busy!" "I hope Shink has a necklace1!" why does Kel have to be so drunk *now*? Shinko thought to herself, her hand automatically flying to the chain around her neck. "WHAT?" chorused Neal and Raoul. "Never you mind," Alanna didn't explain. "Women stuff." Neal shuddered. "What, are you afraid of girls?" asked Kel, pinning him to a wall. "Not you, pretty lady. I know you'll be gentle with me." Kel replied, "Is it worth it? Lemme work it!" Roald fell off the bed. They could hear Raoul's voice, "Guys, shut up! I heard some . . . banging in there." By now the newlywed's faces matched the color of Paraguay on some maps. (Really red.) "I have an idea," Shink mouthed to Roald. "What?" he whispered, getting up again. "Those four," she jerked her head toward the door, "obviously expect some amusement from tonight." Roald nodded, sitting down next to her. Wow, he really does have nice eyes . . . . "Shinkokami?" "Sorry! What? Oh yeah, so we wouldn't want to let them down, right?" Roald licked his lips nervously. "Right." "So, we give them what they want." The prince seemed paralyzed. "Roald?" "Sorry! What? Oh yeah. So what do we, um, do?" "Blue is such a pretty color-what? Oh yeah, we fake it!" He let out a breath. "Good idea. Because I mean, I wouldn't-if you didn't- er, never mind." "Okay, so, um, you start!" "Fine. Um," he started talking out loud. "Oh, Shinko, how, um, you are such a beautiful woman, you take my breath away!" In a whisper: "Was that good?" "Be more confident, like this: Oh, Roald, what wonderful abs you have, they are like six, um, sections of delicious muscle!" "Good," Roald approved admiringly. "My Yamani Princess, your lips are like the sweetness of granulated sugar (not the powdered kind, it's nasty) against mine. Please, kiss me all over, so I will be forever good-tasting!" "Nice," said Shink. "Oh my bold Tortallan knight, please let me rip your clothes off so I can feel your sexy, muscled body against mine!" Roald fell off the bed again. "Ow! Er, I mean, how could I not, when I long for you so!" "Now moan or something," she told him. "Ohhhhh! Oh my!" Shink reached a hand down to him. "Thanks," he muttered, getting up. "Oh, I have an idea!" "What?" asked Shink. "Let's jump on the bed." "Good idea!" So they got up and started jumping on the bed. This produced creaking sounds, which produced clapping from their perverted (or drunk) listeners. They made 'noises' for a while, then stopped and listened for movement on the other side of the door. They heard nothing. Shink opened the door cautiously. No one was outside. "I wonder where they went," she said. "Beats me."
Next chappie will be Neal and Kel and Alanna and Raoul's POV while Roald and Shink were 'doing their thing'. Way to say 'pregnancy charm' in front of your parents
There you go, Cami; some nice, non-fluffy, drunk fun between Kel and Neal. More coming up!
The phrase, "Is it worth it, lemme work it," is from "Work It" by Missy Elliott.
Oh, by the way, I guess this is if Kel never made her plan in 'Squire.'
Wow, this story seems to be getting more psycho with each sentence. I'm trying my hardest not to make it one of those pure chaos fics. It has a plot, I swear it does!
Luv you all!
A/N: Oh, you're all so wonderful! *sniff, sniff* Because of your thoughtful reviews, I will continue with this messed up story. Yep, I know Kel's a bit OOC, but hey, can't she have a little fun sometimes?
Thump, thump, thump. "What's that?" Kel whispered. "It sounds like thumping," Neal replied, eyes wide. "Oh! What could be causing it?" Kel asked, seemingly awestruck. "Maybe it's a monster!" "Ooh . . . . what kind of monster?" "The kind that catches eavesdroppers," answered a deep voice. "Neal, I see boots in front of me," Kel remarked confusedly. "Why are they there?" She slowly moved her eyes up until her neck hurt. "Raoul!" she punched his arm. "Where have you been? Where's *Buri*?" She asked suggestively. "Why are you two here?" They noticed Alanna for the first time. Neal dropped to his knees and hugged her around the waist. "Mother, I'm hungry!" Alanna made a face. "Get off me, Neal. Go talk to Kel." "Raoul!" exclaimed Kel again. "Okay, mother dearest," Neal said, and crawled over to Kel. "Your leg smells good," he remarked, clinging to her. "Like . . . . . maps." "Whose room is this?" asked Alanna. Kel grinned. "Roald and Shink's." Raoul and Alanna looked indignant. "Well why didn't you tell us before? Let me hear!" and they pushed their way to the door, plastering their ears to it. With all of Neal, Kel, Alanna, and Raoul's combined weight, the door was under a lot of pressure, which caused it to creak. Shinko and Roald jumped back, falling onto the bed. "Did you hear that?" they heard on the opposite end of the door. "Sounds like someone's busy!" "I hope Shink has a necklace1!" why does Kel have to be so drunk *now*? Shinko thought to herself, her hand automatically flying to the chain around her neck. "WHAT?" chorused Neal and Raoul. "Never you mind," Alanna didn't explain. "Women stuff." Neal shuddered. "What, are you afraid of girls?" asked Kel, pinning him to a wall. "Not you, pretty lady. I know you'll be gentle with me." Kel replied, "Is it worth it? Lemme work it!" Roald fell off the bed. They could hear Raoul's voice, "Guys, shut up! I heard some . . . banging in there." By now the newlywed's faces matched the color of Paraguay on some maps. (Really red.) "I have an idea," Shink mouthed to Roald. "What?" he whispered, getting up again. "Those four," she jerked her head toward the door, "obviously expect some amusement from tonight." Roald nodded, sitting down next to her. Wow, he really does have nice eyes . . . . "Shinkokami?" "Sorry! What? Oh yeah, so we wouldn't want to let them down, right?" Roald licked his lips nervously. "Right." "So, we give them what they want." The prince seemed paralyzed. "Roald?" "Sorry! What? Oh yeah. So what do we, um, do?" "Blue is such a pretty color-what? Oh yeah, we fake it!" He let out a breath. "Good idea. Because I mean, I wouldn't-if you didn't- er, never mind." "Okay, so, um, you start!" "Fine. Um," he started talking out loud. "Oh, Shinko, how, um, you are such a beautiful woman, you take my breath away!" In a whisper: "Was that good?" "Be more confident, like this: Oh, Roald, what wonderful abs you have, they are like six, um, sections of delicious muscle!" "Good," Roald approved admiringly. "My Yamani Princess, your lips are like the sweetness of granulated sugar (not the powdered kind, it's nasty) against mine. Please, kiss me all over, so I will be forever good-tasting!" "Nice," said Shink. "Oh my bold Tortallan knight, please let me rip your clothes off so I can feel your sexy, muscled body against mine!" Roald fell off the bed again. "Ow! Er, I mean, how could I not, when I long for you so!" "Now moan or something," she told him. "Ohhhhh! Oh my!" Shink reached a hand down to him. "Thanks," he muttered, getting up. "Oh, I have an idea!" "What?" asked Shink. "Let's jump on the bed." "Good idea!" So they got up and started jumping on the bed. This produced creaking sounds, which produced clapping from their perverted (or drunk) listeners. They made 'noises' for a while, then stopped and listened for movement on the other side of the door. They heard nothing. Shink opened the door cautiously. No one was outside. "I wonder where they went," she said. "Beats me."
Next chappie will be Neal and Kel and Alanna and Raoul's POV while Roald and Shink were 'doing their thing'. Way to say 'pregnancy charm' in front of your parents
There you go, Cami; some nice, non-fluffy, drunk fun between Kel and Neal. More coming up!
The phrase, "Is it worth it, lemme work it," is from "Work It" by Missy Elliott.
Oh, by the way, I guess this is if Kel never made her plan in 'Squire.'
Wow, this story seems to be getting more psycho with each sentence. I'm trying my hardest not to make it one of those pure chaos fics. It has a plot, I swear it does!
Luv you all!