This is embarrassing
Mar. 15th, 2009 10:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seriousficWhile scouring my computer for bits of Part 2 ("You’d better get to stepping or I will turn this fine family dining establishment into a slaughterhouse."), I came across the set-up to an old PWP that I never got around to porning. Don't judge me - you don't go from writing Peter/Felicia naughtiness to selling six tickets to Madea Goes To Jail. You just don't.
Unfortunately, so much time has passed since then that I forgot what the actual porn would be. Here, take a look.
Scott ducked into the kitchen to breathe. He could see his birthday cake waiting under a towel. Jean. Always made him smile. He stole a snitch of frosting, not wanting to return to the party just yet. He wasn’t comfortable with everyone fixating on him. The party was more about the team than him. He’d get together with his close friends for drinks later, which he was looking forward to, and then he and Jean were spending the weekend at the cabin up north, which he was really looking forward to. They’d spent enough time apart.
“Many happy returns, Scott.” Emma sauntered boldly up to him, detouring at the last moment to taste a bit of frosting. “I hope you’ll forgive me for not getting you a card.”
“You’re forgiven. Excuse me.”
Her hand on his chest stopped him. ”Jean has you back on the leash, love?” She slipped some frosting between his lips.
“I just remembered what’s most important to me.” He took her hand by the wrist and returned it to her.
“And you come last, as always.”
“Is that supposed to be concern?”
“Just an observation.”
He pushed for the door. “Observe someone else.”
She waited until he had his hand on the doorknob to say “Don’t you want to know what I got you?”
He froze, sweat rolling down the back of his neck. It looked like she was wearing only a buttoned white trenchcoat, but he knew she’d have something under it. Something to showcase that body that was a revelation every time he saw it.
Scott didn’t open the door. “You have to stop doing this.”
“It’s just a harmless fantasy, Scott. A little… daydream. For psychics, it’s just gossip. Jean’s been sharing hers with anyone who will listen. She wants to punish you. She wants to punish me. She’s just afraid that you wouldn’t enjoy it, and I would.”
I forgot what the fantasy was, but maybe you there in the comments section could help me remember? How will Emma psychically sex Scott up?
Unfortunately, so much time has passed since then that I forgot what the actual porn would be. Here, take a look.
Scott ducked into the kitchen to breathe. He could see his birthday cake waiting under a towel. Jean. Always made him smile. He stole a snitch of frosting, not wanting to return to the party just yet. He wasn’t comfortable with everyone fixating on him. The party was more about the team than him. He’d get together with his close friends for drinks later, which he was looking forward to, and then he and Jean were spending the weekend at the cabin up north, which he was really looking forward to. They’d spent enough time apart.
“Many happy returns, Scott.” Emma sauntered boldly up to him, detouring at the last moment to taste a bit of frosting. “I hope you’ll forgive me for not getting you a card.”
“You’re forgiven. Excuse me.”
Her hand on his chest stopped him. ”Jean has you back on the leash, love?” She slipped some frosting between his lips.
“I just remembered what’s most important to me.” He took her hand by the wrist and returned it to her.
“And you come last, as always.”
“Is that supposed to be concern?”
“Just an observation.”
He pushed for the door. “Observe someone else.”
She waited until he had his hand on the doorknob to say “Don’t you want to know what I got you?”
He froze, sweat rolling down the back of his neck. It looked like she was wearing only a buttoned white trenchcoat, but he knew she’d have something under it. Something to showcase that body that was a revelation every time he saw it.
Scott didn’t open the door. “You have to stop doing this.”
“It’s just a harmless fantasy, Scott. A little… daydream. For psychics, it’s just gossip. Jean’s been sharing hers with anyone who will listen. She wants to punish you. She wants to punish me. She’s just afraid that you wouldn’t enjoy it, and I would.”
I forgot what the fantasy was, but maybe you there in the comments section could help me remember? How will Emma psychically sex Scott up?
