Prompted by: Tiara Giles
The crazy author says: I’ve lost my edge, y’all. I’ve gone cute and sappy and sweet like an overdose of Cadbury Mini Eggs (which I freakin’ luuurve, btw!)
When he doesn’t reply, I give Goldilocks a second tug before releasing the sun-spun strands and sliding off my stool. As my spiked stilettos hit the ground, he still hasn’t moved a muscle. Which is a real shame since he has plenty to choose from.
“I’m leaving,” I say. “Are you coming with?”
He appears to have turned to stone. In fact, I’m convinced he’s stopped breathing entirely. Makes perfect sense. Gargoyles don’t tend to breathe while in stone form.
Okay, maybe he’s not rock-solid everywhere.
Our legs are touching ever-so-slightly and the way his completely yield to mine reaffirms they won’t be saving him if his arms give way. No doubt his sexy ass would wind up on the floor in a jiffy.
I try again with a glib, “Need help?”
That snaps him out of his stupor. Instantly. He shakes his head and growls, “Hell, no.”
“You sure? I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
I watch as he begins his descent, reversing the climb with ease and returning to his chair without a hitch. Not so much as a wobble.
Safely settled in his seat, he cups one knee and pulls a simple, loosely laced converse sneaker onto the footplate. Then does a repeat on the other side and readjusts both knees with his hands. He spends the most time on this part and there’s a slight frown on his lips as if he can’t seem to get them situated quite right.
Finally satisfied, he runs his palms over his thighs. Smoothing the tattered denim, he mutters quietly, “And I do mind.”
I want to know why that is. Later. For now, I’m moving on to more urgent matters, “So, where are we going?”
“No idea,” he admits, laughing. “Didn’t think you’d say yes.”
“Hmm. How about a dance while we figure it out?”
He glances up with a wry grin, bringing those delicious dimples back to life. “I don’t dance.”
“Bet I can convince you otherwise.”
“Bet you can’t.”
Bending down, I inhale the intoxicating scent of musk and man, and purr my dirty little secret weapon into his ear, “I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Fuck,” he groans against my shoulder.
I straighten and turn to walk away as his words trail right behind me…
“Just kill me now.”
What’s the prompt for next week, guys?
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15 thoughts on “WEEK 44: Kill me now”
Aww! They’re a cute little pair!
Umm . . .
Aw, thanks, Princess Jane!
I’m totally losing my edge, eh? They’re all…*grumbles* …adorable and crap 😛 Annnd that is such a gooood prompt haha! Thank youuu!
P.S. It appears certain keys on my laptop are sticky tonight 😉
If you want to make me really happy you can turn cute guy or cute girl into a serial killer!!
An unstoppable serial killer team. They have lots of sex, kill lots of people, and have a beautiful little girl together. Then she turns terrible-two and murders them both in their sleep.
Love you 😉
Hahaha, I love it!!
I like the serial killer twist. Good idea 😀
Ah, so sweet! Loved the ending!
“Get back up, dirtbag!”
haha, that’s all I got.
They really are sweet, eh…?
If that’s all you got, Queen Amanda, I’ll happily gobble up your prompts any day of the week. Hmm. Does this sound wrong? It kinda does, right?
*another nervous laugh*
Thank youuu!! 😀
Ahhh, Miss Murlene…
Welcome to our humble little game! Love the prompt!! Thank you!!! 😘
More, not-quite-as-tackle-y hugs,
Prompt: my eyes adored him
Aww, Miss Jane…
You’re totally encouraging my sweeter side now 😉 Thank youuu!!
prompt suggestion…”we need to talk”
Oooh, Miss Mary Ellen!!
That prompt is just asking for all sorts of fantabulous angst! Very much appreciated!!