Post by emberrose on Feb 17, 2010 13:50:04 GMT 10
Title: It's Not You Sir
Rating: R
Length: 194
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: The natural course of things gets in the way
He had her pressed hard against his desk, stealing her lips in a manner that left her no choice but to hold on to his shoulders tightly with her griffin scarred hands. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she could only attempt to match his passionate kisses as his hands clenched her hips against his.
Their tunics had been pulled away at some point, and his shoulders were bare of any shirt—Kel briefly wondered if she was still wearing her own.
It was only when his long fingers began to pull at the laces of her breeches that Kel remembered and pushed him away, humiliated.
“I can’t do this,” she panted, her face now flushed for another reason that had nothing with his hands and lips.
Raoul was still breathing heavily, but there was guilt in his eyes. “I’m sorry Kel, that was out of line… I shouldn’t have—“
Kel stopped his nervous flow of words with a hesitant kiss, “It’s not you sir,” she said softly. Then she mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out.
“What?” He frowned, “Kel, I don’t understand what—“
“It’s the wrong time of the month, sir.”
“What—oh.”
Rating: R
Length: 194
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: 1/C
Summary: The natural course of things gets in the way
He had her pressed hard against his desk, stealing her lips in a manner that left her no choice but to hold on to his shoulders tightly with her griffin scarred hands. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, she could only attempt to match his passionate kisses as his hands clenched her hips against his.
Their tunics had been pulled away at some point, and his shoulders were bare of any shirt—Kel briefly wondered if she was still wearing her own.
It was only when his long fingers began to pull at the laces of her breeches that Kel remembered and pushed him away, humiliated.
“I can’t do this,” she panted, her face now flushed for another reason that had nothing with his hands and lips.
Raoul was still breathing heavily, but there was guilt in his eyes. “I’m sorry Kel, that was out of line… I shouldn’t have—“
Kel stopped his nervous flow of words with a hesitant kiss, “It’s not you sir,” she said softly. Then she mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out.
“What?” He frowned, “Kel, I don’t understand what—“
“It’s the wrong time of the month, sir.”
“What—oh.”
I love this scenario!
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!