Because I don't have enough to write as it is....
gacked from jennyo & trancer21Basically? There are 31 aspects below. Pick one, add some details of what you'd like to see, and I'll write a ficlet in the comments that will be under 500 words. If you get something over 500 words, then you're damned lucky! *veg
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I chuckled and hid my own shivering. "You were the one itching to stay on the bikes, punk, not me. Alcohol warms you up nicely, Dace. Trust me."
We settled into a comfortable conversation, punctuated by beer and the obligatory ogling of the lovely young ladies parading around in next to nothing. There were occasions when I regretted my growing relationship with Darya, but I also knew that I was getting so much more than just a quick feel copped on a young nubile hottie. I could see Dace was itching for more, but kept holding back because of her sham of a marriage to that cheating asshole she called a husband. But we were having ourselves a good time; there was no need to be ruining that.
A sudden change in the dynamics in the bar caught our attention at the same time. Dace craned her neck to look past me to see what was happening. "Looks like there's a hot little blonde sharing herself over by the bar," she said with a grin. "Come on, let's go check it out."
Shaking my head, I stood up and turned around to check out the spectacle. There was a flash of pale hair that looked awfully familiar, followed by a high, clear giggle that was definitely familiar. "Shit!" I growled and took off for her the moment I saw that scary diesel dyke heading toward my pal. It was more than clear that she had no idea what she was getting herself into.
I felt Dace following me curiously, and I threaded my way through the crowd to clamp an iron hand on that dyke's arm. The glare she shot me as she turned to face me gave me all the reason I needed to step in. "She's with me."
The dyke was going to protest, despite my growl and tightening grip, but the moment she saw Dace looming behind me, she backed down quickly. She might have taken on one of us, but not both of us. And then she disappeared in the crowd as I moved closer to… "Sam? Come on, let's get you home."
"My savior!" she giggled and wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me closer for a kiss that defied…everything.
I tried to stop her, but found myself drawn into this decades-old fascination and fantasy. She tasted of beer and butterscotch candies, as well as a heavier sweetness like butter cream frosting. I had to fight my baser instincts to take a bite out this delightfully responsive creampuff in my arms. It wasn't fair to Sam or to Dare, and I certainly wouldn't hurt either of them.
"Come on, Sam," I rasped huskily when I finally pulled back to suck in a lungful of precious oxygen. "We need to get you home, safe and sound."
"'Kay!" she giggled again, hands happily stroking at my body.
I turned to face another spectre from my workday life. "Where's your car, Art?" She blinked owlish at me for a moment before uttering my name softly in surprise. "Come on, Goldston, where is your car?"
She turned sheepish. "I don't even know what city we're in."
Rolling my eyes, I pulled back from the bar with Sam still wrapped around me. "Dace, bring her along. We're heading back to Colorado Springs."
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