Disclaimer: Don't own them.....but it's way too fun to mess with
'em.....*evil cackle*
Happy Birthday to .....ME!!
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The morning after~
Jordan woke to the buzz of a chainsaw in her head. She was dead. Opening one eye to the blinding sunlight she realized...damn, she was alive. She buried her head back into her pillow, only it wasn't a soft as she remembered. In fact it was decidedly hard and it......had a heartbeat.
"Good Morning," rumbled under her ear.
Jordan's eyes snapped open and her hangover was temporarily forgotten. Two distinctly male arms snaked around her body and pulled her closer. A firm thigh shifted under her own, proving to her a fact she was trying frantically to ignore. She was as naked as the day she was born....and so was.....
......... Oh my God......!
The memories of the previous evening came rushing back like a tidal wave dragging her down into the undertow, leaving her there to drowned in her regrets. She silently swore she'd never touch another drop of alcohol again.
The light peeking under the curtains was just enough to illuminate the room in a soft glow. So, this is what Hell looked like, she thought. Jordan didn't know what she expected, but she always pictured something more along the lines of fire and brimstone. Not an efficiently stark, non-descript bedroom with.....
.......Was that her bra hanging off the ceiling fan?
Jordan became conscious of fingertips drawing tiny circles along her shoulder blade and was shocked to notice her own mirroring movements along the sternum near her cheek. Her hand froze when it dawned in her whisky- dulled mind, that it was all a trick to lull her into a false sense of security. The tender stoking soon left her back only to skim down the inside of her arm to the fullness of her breast. Jordan was horrified at the moan the bubbled out of her and an answering masculine chuckle that quickly followed.
He's killing me, she thought.....slowly...purposefully...and apparently with great sadistic enjoyment as well.
She shifted trying to connect a single of string of coherent thoughts together that would help her figure out how to turn back the hands of time. Unfortunately, she lost her place as warm lips buried themselves in the curve of her neck. Her plan to reclaim the last twenty-four hours totally crumbled at the feel of a tongue painting patterns over her skin. Jordan unconsciously tilted her head glanced over at the alarm clock on the night stand. She noticed that she had a least an hour before she had to leave for work.......
"Good Morning." she murmured. It was the least she could say, under the circumstances.
....to be continued...
Happy Birthday to .....ME!!
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The morning after~
Jordan woke to the buzz of a chainsaw in her head. She was dead. Opening one eye to the blinding sunlight she realized...damn, she was alive. She buried her head back into her pillow, only it wasn't a soft as she remembered. In fact it was decidedly hard and it......had a heartbeat.
"Good Morning," rumbled under her ear.
Jordan's eyes snapped open and her hangover was temporarily forgotten. Two distinctly male arms snaked around her body and pulled her closer. A firm thigh shifted under her own, proving to her a fact she was trying frantically to ignore. She was as naked as the day she was born....and so was.....
......... Oh my God......!
The memories of the previous evening came rushing back like a tidal wave dragging her down into the undertow, leaving her there to drowned in her regrets. She silently swore she'd never touch another drop of alcohol again.
The light peeking under the curtains was just enough to illuminate the room in a soft glow. So, this is what Hell looked like, she thought. Jordan didn't know what she expected, but she always pictured something more along the lines of fire and brimstone. Not an efficiently stark, non-descript bedroom with.....
.......Was that her bra hanging off the ceiling fan?
Jordan became conscious of fingertips drawing tiny circles along her shoulder blade and was shocked to notice her own mirroring movements along the sternum near her cheek. Her hand froze when it dawned in her whisky- dulled mind, that it was all a trick to lull her into a false sense of security. The tender stoking soon left her back only to skim down the inside of her arm to the fullness of her breast. Jordan was horrified at the moan the bubbled out of her and an answering masculine chuckle that quickly followed.
He's killing me, she thought.....slowly...purposefully...and apparently with great sadistic enjoyment as well.
She shifted trying to connect a single of string of coherent thoughts together that would help her figure out how to turn back the hands of time. Unfortunately, she lost her place as warm lips buried themselves in the curve of her neck. Her plan to reclaim the last twenty-four hours totally crumbled at the feel of a tongue painting patterns over her skin. Jordan unconsciously tilted her head glanced over at the alarm clock on the night stand. She noticed that she had a least an hour before she had to leave for work.......
"Good Morning." she murmured. It was the least she could say, under the circumstances.
....to be continued...