If you are wondering why I'm writing so much lately, is because I've become inspired greatly. And I promise, other than New Magic and the rest of my series, I wont post anything else. But, for now…
Serena angrily shoved the key into the lock, impatient to get inside. Finally, the stupid knob clicked, and she ran inside. Without bothering to hang it up, she tossed her bag at the hooks on the wall, and speed-walked to the kitchen, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She yanked off her jacket, and threw it, and her purse, into a chair, and checked her watch: 3:14. Collin had generously offered to drive her home before he went surfing, but she had to break his arm to get him to go to Jimena's afterwards. She had plans of her own for the evening. And getting started on them right then, she grabbed the phone and called Stanton's new cell.
After three rings, she heard his vibrant voice. "Hey Serena." She smiled, and altered her voice to a mix of innocence and seduction.
"Hey. Could you come over tonight? At about…six?"
"Sure. Everything okay?"
She smiled again, and it broadened when she said, "Just fine. I'd just like you to come over."
She could tell by his hesitation that he sensed she was up to something. "Sure. I'll be there."
"Great. See you then." Hanging up, she sighed, and got to work. Wally scooted in, and stood on his hind legs, begging to be picked up. But all she did was scratch his head.
"Soon fur face. Just not now." She went to the freezer, pulled out the tall bottle of sparkling grape juice, went to the cupboard, and took out three different glasses. To make sure, she flicked the glasses with her nails. The first one was the only pure crystal. Serena put back the other two, got down its partner, and grabbing the juice, she went upstairs. When she reached her room, she put the articles in her closet in a cooler. As she stood, she got the down the silk red sheets from the upper shelf.
Throughout the whole day, she was trying to figure out how to make their anniversary special. She didn't want to overdue things with rose petals and champagne at the side of the bed. They didn't need something so cheesy. So, she took the simple way out: She bought sparkling juice, but she would bring it out only when they were thirsty, and she made sure she could keep it in her room. The last thing she needed was Collin catching Stanton wearing a bathrobe in their kitchen. And the red sheets might add something to the atmosphere. And the last parts of her arsenal were cinnamon, and a good contraceptive. A long time ago, her science teacher had told her in ancient times—like Stanton's time—women would sprinkle cinnamon on the bed because there was some chemical in cinnamon that male hormones responded to. Serena smiled, wondering if Stanton would remember something like that.
She stripped the sheets from her bed, and tucked them into her clothes closet, and dug into a small butter tub on her vanity, and took out just enough cinnamon to fill her fingers, and sprinkled it widely over the mattress. As she snapped the lid, she sniffed the room. It had a light scent of the cinnamon, and a mild hint of mint. Sweet, yet spicy. She put the tub away, and grabbed the pillows.
After spreading out the warm sheets and covering the pillows, she looked around in a paranoid way, and dug into her back pocket. She unfolded the tissue, removed the tape, and revealed a little silver packet, and studied it again, taking heavy breaths. It wasn't easy to get one when Morgan was the only person she knew that would give away something like that...for three dollars. It was worse because those things only cost a quarter at a gas station. Once again trying to be subtle, she opened her night stand, slipped the condom inside, and shut the drawer, Stanton's picture staring up at her.
On one of their dates she accidently brought her camera, but they had a good time with it as soon as Stanton turned willing. He had his most sensual smile on, showing the shine of his white teeth. His head was to the side, making his face shadow in the sunset, but his eyes sparkled, and his hair covered one of his eyes, giving him a hint of mystery.
That was one of the many things Stanton was. A sensitive, loving, mysterious, dangerous, handsome man. And he was a man...ALL man. She checked her watch again, but it only read 3:22. Tongue in cheek, she put her hands on her hips, and observed her accomplishments proudly. To relax until six, she grabbed Wally, went to the den, and watched some MTV. At 5:45, she dropped the controller, and soundlessly ascended the stairs. When she got inside, she observed the plush pillows with some nervousness, but she swallow it down, and took off her clothes.
She picked up Stanton's favorite perfume, gave herself a few sprays, then walked to the bed, and crawled under the sheets, then took a crossword puzzle, and played until she heard a motor in the drive-way. She heard the door open, and smiled when she felt Stanton's presence; and could already smell his natural, spicy-clean scent.
Serena closed her eyes, and focused on him. 'I'm upstairs.' Stanton smiled at her tone, and choosing to take the long way, walked up stairs. Taking a deep breath, she lowered the blanket a little bit, then waited. When the door opened, Stanton stood, looking more handsome than ever. At the sight of her, his eyes heated, his fingers gripped the knob, and his face flushed with interest, making her feel like she was as sexy as any woman could be. She looked up from her crossword puzzle over her lashes, smiled, and said, "Happy anniversary," then pretended to go back to her puzzle.
Stanton blinked, then watched as she stretched to put the puzzle aside, the blanket slipping onto her curves. "Serena..." She shrugged nonchalantly, and said, "I just thought you deserved something special." Stanton blinked, looked over her whole body, then closed the door, and locked it. She smiled, and said, "Just one question." Stanton looked up, and a hint of an anticipating smile curving his face he slowly walked to the bed, and after a briefly tender kiss to her lips, and a mild caress to her tummy, he leaned back. She eyed him, and said, "Is that what you wear to bed?"
Serena angrily shoved the key into the lock, impatient to get inside. Finally, the stupid knob clicked, and she ran inside. Without bothering to hang it up, she tossed her bag at the hooks on the wall, and speed-walked to the kitchen, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She yanked off her jacket, and threw it, and her purse, into a chair, and checked her watch: 3:14. Collin had generously offered to drive her home before he went surfing, but she had to break his arm to get him to go to Jimena's afterwards. She had plans of her own for the evening. And getting started on them right then, she grabbed the phone and called Stanton's new cell.
After three rings, she heard his vibrant voice. "Hey Serena." She smiled, and altered her voice to a mix of innocence and seduction.
"Hey. Could you come over tonight? At about…six?"
"Sure. Everything okay?"
She smiled again, and it broadened when she said, "Just fine. I'd just like you to come over."
She could tell by his hesitation that he sensed she was up to something. "Sure. I'll be there."
"Great. See you then." Hanging up, she sighed, and got to work. Wally scooted in, and stood on his hind legs, begging to be picked up. But all she did was scratch his head.
"Soon fur face. Just not now." She went to the freezer, pulled out the tall bottle of sparkling grape juice, went to the cupboard, and took out three different glasses. To make sure, she flicked the glasses with her nails. The first one was the only pure crystal. Serena put back the other two, got down its partner, and grabbing the juice, she went upstairs. When she reached her room, she put the articles in her closet in a cooler. As she stood, she got the down the silk red sheets from the upper shelf.
Throughout the whole day, she was trying to figure out how to make their anniversary special. She didn't want to overdue things with rose petals and champagne at the side of the bed. They didn't need something so cheesy. So, she took the simple way out: She bought sparkling juice, but she would bring it out only when they were thirsty, and she made sure she could keep it in her room. The last thing she needed was Collin catching Stanton wearing a bathrobe in their kitchen. And the red sheets might add something to the atmosphere. And the last parts of her arsenal were cinnamon, and a good contraceptive. A long time ago, her science teacher had told her in ancient times—like Stanton's time—women would sprinkle cinnamon on the bed because there was some chemical in cinnamon that male hormones responded to. Serena smiled, wondering if Stanton would remember something like that.
She stripped the sheets from her bed, and tucked them into her clothes closet, and dug into a small butter tub on her vanity, and took out just enough cinnamon to fill her fingers, and sprinkled it widely over the mattress. As she snapped the lid, she sniffed the room. It had a light scent of the cinnamon, and a mild hint of mint. Sweet, yet spicy. She put the tub away, and grabbed the pillows.
After spreading out the warm sheets and covering the pillows, she looked around in a paranoid way, and dug into her back pocket. She unfolded the tissue, removed the tape, and revealed a little silver packet, and studied it again, taking heavy breaths. It wasn't easy to get one when Morgan was the only person she knew that would give away something like that...for three dollars. It was worse because those things only cost a quarter at a gas station. Once again trying to be subtle, she opened her night stand, slipped the condom inside, and shut the drawer, Stanton's picture staring up at her.
On one of their dates she accidently brought her camera, but they had a good time with it as soon as Stanton turned willing. He had his most sensual smile on, showing the shine of his white teeth. His head was to the side, making his face shadow in the sunset, but his eyes sparkled, and his hair covered one of his eyes, giving him a hint of mystery.
That was one of the many things Stanton was. A sensitive, loving, mysterious, dangerous, handsome man. And he was a man...ALL man. She checked her watch again, but it only read 3:22. Tongue in cheek, she put her hands on her hips, and observed her accomplishments proudly. To relax until six, she grabbed Wally, went to the den, and watched some MTV. At 5:45, she dropped the controller, and soundlessly ascended the stairs. When she got inside, she observed the plush pillows with some nervousness, but she swallow it down, and took off her clothes.
She picked up Stanton's favorite perfume, gave herself a few sprays, then walked to the bed, and crawled under the sheets, then took a crossword puzzle, and played until she heard a motor in the drive-way. She heard the door open, and smiled when she felt Stanton's presence; and could already smell his natural, spicy-clean scent.
Serena closed her eyes, and focused on him. 'I'm upstairs.' Stanton smiled at her tone, and choosing to take the long way, walked up stairs. Taking a deep breath, she lowered the blanket a little bit, then waited. When the door opened, Stanton stood, looking more handsome than ever. At the sight of her, his eyes heated, his fingers gripped the knob, and his face flushed with interest, making her feel like she was as sexy as any woman could be. She looked up from her crossword puzzle over her lashes, smiled, and said, "Happy anniversary," then pretended to go back to her puzzle.
Stanton blinked, then watched as she stretched to put the puzzle aside, the blanket slipping onto her curves. "Serena..." She shrugged nonchalantly, and said, "I just thought you deserved something special." Stanton blinked, looked over her whole body, then closed the door, and locked it. She smiled, and said, "Just one question." Stanton looked up, and a hint of an anticipating smile curving his face he slowly walked to the bed, and after a briefly tender kiss to her lips, and a mild caress to her tummy, he leaned back. She eyed him, and said, "Is that what you wear to bed?"