A.N - This piece was originally written for the second part of Pinsty sentence drabble fic I've been trying to finish, but it turned out too lengthy, and since this drabble collection fic was in desperate need of updating, I thought I'd post here. :) Updates for 'Pinsty Slices' should come along asap. - Laura
Lace
Trevor's passing had come and gone, and Kirsty was glad of it.
Not long following his memorial, dressed in a mournful black that she did not feel, and feigning sorrow and heartbreak for others in attendance, the once Mrs Gooden had pulled her bridal gown from storage, draping it across the marital bed to examine, and to debate whether or not to sell it or dispose of it.
The last thing she'd expected was for the Prince of Pain to appear, and seduce her with words and promises of ultimate gratification. He ran his hands along the length and width of her arms, murmuring into her ear, and spreading chilled kisses along her exposed neck, which finally led to them to consummating atop of the apparel she'd worn whilst she had pledged herself to another.
But Kirsty cared nothing for him anymore.
All she cared about was the Cenobite's embraces, and sighed with delight and arousal as he pounded her hard, her naked skin chafing against lace.
As you may tell, this was kind of loosely inspired by the first movie, where Julia thinks back to making love with Frank on top of her bridal dress, on the morning of her wedding. When the word 'Lace' popped up in a word generator, I just had to go there and have Kirsty do the same as her ex-step mother. XD Hope you enjoyed. Feedback would be great. :3