Five Acts Fic Meme
toestastegood is running the Five Acts Fic Meme
- Post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes in your journal. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Comment to the master post with a link to your post.
- Read other people's lists.
- Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.
My list:
1. D/s - playful or hardcore ( Read more... )
- Post a list of your five favorite kinks/acts or themes in your journal. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
- Comment to the master post with a link to your post.
- Read other people's lists.
- Post comment-fic based off of other people's lists.
My list:
1. D/s - playful or hardcore ( Read more... )
Narrowing his eyes, he took a couple of deep, slow, breaths as Ali took Mrs. Fat Cat's hand and kissed it. Christ… why could he see that mouth on his own skin so clearly in his mind's eye? Then Ali was backing up and, giving Sawyer what almost amounted to an invitational air-kiss across the room, he was out the door and gone.
Sawyer practically dropped his almost-empty glass and managed a couple of words of goodbye. The girl slipped what was probably the napkin into his jacket pocket as he moved away, and smirked prettily at him, not that he cared.
He was on the street in seconds, but Ali was nowhere in sight. Brushing his hair back exasperatedly, Sawyer searched the area with his eyes, heart pumping in concern. He couldn't have lost him so fast. Just then, a cab window a few feet up the street rolled down and Sawyer's eyes were drawn towards it.
Ali gazed out the window straight at him, the expression oozing 'come fuck me now' as the cab idled at the red traffic light. Sawyer took a couple of steps, but just then the light changed and Ali gave a 'too bad; we could have had fun' sort of gesture as the vehicle sped away into the night.
"Fuck!" The curse echoed loudly around him, but he was alone on the sidewalk and none of the cars whizzing by seemed to care. Not one of them was a cab either. "Shit!"
His cock still ached and Sawyer breathed in deeply, mind tangled with thoughts of how tonight could have gone; Mrs. Fat Cat completely forgotten. It was getting cold out here too. Sawyer shoved his hands into his pockets as he turned back to the building, finally remembering Miss Flirty as his hand found the napkin she'd put there. Sawyer fished it out. Perhaps he could work off his excess sexual tension with her; it wouldn't be as good as he was imagining Ali would have been after all the mental stimulation across the room, but it had to be better than his own hand in the cheap motel room he had booked for tonight.
Lifting the paper up to the light so he could see it, his face split into a grin. She hadn't been as blindly taken in by Sawyer's faked interest in her as he thought. He'd have to owe her one for this; her words were as pretty as she was: His name is Sayid. Call him on this number and tell him it'll be worth it! A cell phone number followed, and a couple of x's for kisses were drawn below that. She hadn't even written her name, but that hardly mattered now.
Sawyer turned back towards the street and reached into his other pocket for his cell phone, his dimples deepening as the line was answered and a smooth, velvety, foreign-sounding male voice said, "What took you so long? I'll be waiting in room 1412 of the Hilton. Don't keep me waiting." Before Sawyer could answer, the line went dead.
His smile didn't falter as a cab appeared from nowhere, slowing in front of him as he held up a hand.
Foreplay was all well and good, but the real thing was going to be so much better.
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