Title: Out of the closet, Under the bed.
Author: Me(esh) Yes, the name's Meesh...funky ain't it?
Disclaimer: Yeah sureee...and I also owe Bob Barker. -_-
Note: Well...I tried. I'm trying to redo to "Clocktower." I seem to have getting used to a soliloquy type thing, it might take me a while for me to get back into the third person role. Any-flingingflanging-wayyy, ENJOY!
Like a little tango, we fall into our places. I'm sleeping in her room-sans the actual "her," but that's ok. She's still near...as in on the couch downstairs near. Who says Miss Don Juanita can't have manners? I mean, that's what she's built for, baby blues and shining soft halo hair, coo and cuddle her way into your heart. She's made her way into mines and then some. Besides, it's not like I intend for anything to happen...at least that's what I'm telling myself just so I can face Barbara, guilt-free. It's bad that Dinah and I have this, whatever, going on. Worse if the going ons were going on with Barbara a couple doors away. What do you expect? I'm the innocent party, ahem-most of the time, and I'll be damned if I even try stopping her. People must understand that blood usually isn't flowing to my head when she's on me, (sometimes literally), so coherent thought ain't that easy. But alas, there is to be none of that. I just sink into her pillows and sheets and savour it for all the bitch is worth. Half asleep, I hear the door creak open, and someone making thier way in. My back is facing the intruder, so I really can't do much without drawing attention to myself. Silently praying that it's not Barbara or else I'm going to recieve the ass kicking of a lifetime, I feel a slender body slide under the blankets against mine. Letting go of my breath, I feel a pair of very soft lips press ligthly on the back of my neck, breath caught again. An arm makes its way around my waist, long legs tangled with mine. Ahh, screw this, (amongst other things), I turn myself so that I'm lying on my back. Taking a look I see, thankfully, a mess of blond hair covering two very bright blue eyes. Not that I really expected anyone else...God forbid Alfred had inclinations to sneek into Dinah's room and---ahem, ok, new thoughts, new thoughts! Looking down at her, I see she's grinning mischievously and I'm almost afraid of what she has planned. Suddenly, there's a shift in weight and I find myself pinned under her, her arms set at either side of my head, legs straddling my hips. I'm just about to tell her to stop but I can't because her lips and clasped to my neck and well...heh, bye bye sanity. Good lord, this woman is going to kill me. And don't doubt, at this moment, she's very much a woman. Silky tongue leaving a warm trail down my neck, lower, settling her sweet kisses on my chest. Breathing is very hard to do right now, while vixen girl leaving her mark. A small groan escapes me, and I feel her chuckles vibrating against me. Lifting her head, she gives me a little smirk, "Miss me?"
"Only all the time." I'm ready to pull her down and give her a kiss, but I feel a presence outside the door. I quickly roll out from under her and onto the floor. We thud in unison, though I'm positive hers was a lot easier. I slip under her bed as I hear her, 'omph' into her pillow. I would laugh but my fall hurt a whole world of worse. Hey, it's not like I was ready for that, I can't be graceful all the freaking time. Peering from under the bed, I see Barbara wheeling in. Oh shit, this cannot be good.
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**a/n: you know, I'm not really good with the whole "action" stuff. If you don't help me with the whole super hero crap, I'm gonna end up making them fight against The Teletubbies or something...and if you haven't notcied, that was a cry for help. AHEM. anyway. I'M TRYING!! ACK!
Author: Me(esh) Yes, the name's Meesh...funky ain't it?
Disclaimer: Yeah sureee...and I also owe Bob Barker. -_-
Note: Well...I tried. I'm trying to redo to "Clocktower." I seem to have getting used to a soliloquy type thing, it might take me a while for me to get back into the third person role. Any-flingingflanging-wayyy, ENJOY!
Like a little tango, we fall into our places. I'm sleeping in her room-sans the actual "her," but that's ok. She's still near...as in on the couch downstairs near. Who says Miss Don Juanita can't have manners? I mean, that's what she's built for, baby blues and shining soft halo hair, coo and cuddle her way into your heart. She's made her way into mines and then some. Besides, it's not like I intend for anything to happen...at least that's what I'm telling myself just so I can face Barbara, guilt-free. It's bad that Dinah and I have this, whatever, going on. Worse if the going ons were going on with Barbara a couple doors away. What do you expect? I'm the innocent party, ahem-most of the time, and I'll be damned if I even try stopping her. People must understand that blood usually isn't flowing to my head when she's on me, (sometimes literally), so coherent thought ain't that easy. But alas, there is to be none of that. I just sink into her pillows and sheets and savour it for all the bitch is worth. Half asleep, I hear the door creak open, and someone making thier way in. My back is facing the intruder, so I really can't do much without drawing attention to myself. Silently praying that it's not Barbara or else I'm going to recieve the ass kicking of a lifetime, I feel a slender body slide under the blankets against mine. Letting go of my breath, I feel a pair of very soft lips press ligthly on the back of my neck, breath caught again. An arm makes its way around my waist, long legs tangled with mine. Ahh, screw this, (amongst other things), I turn myself so that I'm lying on my back. Taking a look I see, thankfully, a mess of blond hair covering two very bright blue eyes. Not that I really expected anyone else...God forbid Alfred had inclinations to sneek into Dinah's room and---ahem, ok, new thoughts, new thoughts! Looking down at her, I see she's grinning mischievously and I'm almost afraid of what she has planned. Suddenly, there's a shift in weight and I find myself pinned under her, her arms set at either side of my head, legs straddling my hips. I'm just about to tell her to stop but I can't because her lips and clasped to my neck and well...heh, bye bye sanity. Good lord, this woman is going to kill me. And don't doubt, at this moment, she's very much a woman. Silky tongue leaving a warm trail down my neck, lower, settling her sweet kisses on my chest. Breathing is very hard to do right now, while vixen girl leaving her mark. A small groan escapes me, and I feel her chuckles vibrating against me. Lifting her head, she gives me a little smirk, "Miss me?"
"Only all the time." I'm ready to pull her down and give her a kiss, but I feel a presence outside the door. I quickly roll out from under her and onto the floor. We thud in unison, though I'm positive hers was a lot easier. I slip under her bed as I hear her, 'omph' into her pillow. I would laugh but my fall hurt a whole world of worse. Hey, it's not like I was ready for that, I can't be graceful all the freaking time. Peering from under the bed, I see Barbara wheeling in. Oh shit, this cannot be good.
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**a/n: you know, I'm not really good with the whole "action" stuff. If you don't help me with the whole super hero crap, I'm gonna end up making them fight against The Teletubbies or something...and if you haven't notcied, that was a cry for help. AHEM. anyway. I'M TRYING!! ACK!