Original Short Fic: Get Your Mind... PG-13
Title: Get Your Mind...
Author: Chris
prompt-in-a-box: Round #10
Prompt from Round #2, golden_goddess: "For how long?"
Word Count: 381
Genre: Crack!fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Just some ladies talking about their dirty secret love.
Fandom: Original
Pairing/Character: Original
Summary: Get your mind straight... but for how long?
I looked over my coffee and raised an eyebrow. "No kids at home I see."
She laughed. "No and Rodger is out of town for a few days. I have to keep my mind occupied."
I tapped at the paper before me. "On this?"
She shrugged. "Well, you know how we always talk about writing it all down."
"Ya, but there is a difference in talking about it and actually putting it down on paper."
She leaned forward and looked at me. "Does it make you feel like a slut?"
I gave her a 'go to hell' look and sipped my coffee. "I mean common, we all talk about it, and we even dream about it, but to write it?"
"It's called therapy."
"It's called we are 30-somethings who have too much time on their hands."
She shook her head, picking at her cookie. "No it's simply we have too much of this in our head, and some of it has to come out. I mean, a certain amount has to be healthy."
"Get you mind out of the gutter for two minutes and think," I said rolling my eyes. "How can putting our talks about men and what we would do to them anywhere near healthy? I mean what would others think if they found out? What would the men think if they read it?"
"Ya look whose mind is in the gutter now."
"I never claimed I strayed too far from it," I replied laughing.
"You need to get your head examined."
"You'll be in the room next to me."
She shook her head. Picking up the papers she looked at me. "You think this was bad?"
"Hell no! It's every gutter girls fantasy. Naked men, hot showers, sex on the beach - is that the drink?"
She let the papers go and rolled her eyes. "Oh dear me. Mental institute party of one!"
I laughed and pushed her arm down, glad the coffee shop wasn't full yet. The workers knew we were rather strange and simply smiled. I leaned over and stifled a laugh. "How long do I have to stay before you sneak some of that gutter into the cell?"
"Oh honey, as soon as I am thrown in the one next to you, so two minutes!"
Author: Chris
prompt-in-a-box: Round #10
Prompt from Round #2, golden_goddess: "For how long?"
Word Count: 381
Genre: Crack!fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Just some ladies talking about their dirty secret love.
Fandom: Original
Pairing/Character: Original
Summary: Get your mind straight... but for how long?
I looked over my coffee and raised an eyebrow. "No kids at home I see."
She laughed. "No and Rodger is out of town for a few days. I have to keep my mind occupied."
I tapped at the paper before me. "On this?"
She shrugged. "Well, you know how we always talk about writing it all down."
"Ya, but there is a difference in talking about it and actually putting it down on paper."
She leaned forward and looked at me. "Does it make you feel like a slut?"
I gave her a 'go to hell' look and sipped my coffee. "I mean common, we all talk about it, and we even dream about it, but to write it?"
"It's called therapy."
"It's called we are 30-somethings who have too much time on their hands."
She shook her head, picking at her cookie. "No it's simply we have too much of this in our head, and some of it has to come out. I mean, a certain amount has to be healthy."
"Get you mind out of the gutter for two minutes and think," I said rolling my eyes. "How can putting our talks about men and what we would do to them anywhere near healthy? I mean what would others think if they found out? What would the men think if they read it?"
"Ya look whose mind is in the gutter now."
"I never claimed I strayed too far from it," I replied laughing.
"You need to get your head examined."
"You'll be in the room next to me."
She shook her head. Picking up the papers she looked at me. "You think this was bad?"
"Hell no! It's every gutter girls fantasy. Naked men, hot showers, sex on the beach - is that the drink?"
She let the papers go and rolled her eyes. "Oh dear me. Mental institute party of one!"
I laughed and pushed her arm down, glad the coffee shop wasn't full yet. The workers knew we were rather strange and simply smiled. I leaned over and stifled a laugh. "How long do I have to stay before you sneak some of that gutter into the cell?"
"Oh honey, as soon as I am thrown in the one next to you, so two minutes!"