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Title: Just One of The Guys
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Prompt: 4 Bruises
Claim: General Golden Girls
Rating: Mature Adults
Genre: Humor
Summary: Sophia should have known, Dorothy always did like sports.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Golden Girls.
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"Oh, god, Dorothy!" Moaning, Blanche threw back her head and shuddered. With great care, she lowered herself down upon Dorothy's thighs in the middle of the living room floor. They had been moving the furniture around when she had pulled a muscle. Dorothy had offered to help her relieve the strain by holding her hips steady as she stretched. Now, she was only feeling the burn of a good work out. "That is the most wonderful sensation in all the world!"
"No doubt. You should try it more often. Now, do you mind getting off me, you weigh a ton?" Slapping her friend's rear, Dorothy signaled she wanted to be free.
"If it weren't for the bruises on my hips from those man fingers of yours, I might." Her lower back, no longer aching from being thrown out of wac, was still a little sore.
Getting a mischievous look in her eyes, Dorothy wiggled her fingers. "I'll show you what these man fingers can do!"
Catching on, Blanche's eyes narrowed and she prepared to defend herself. "Don't you even dare."
"Get off me or so help me, I won't stop." Her fingers darted under Blanche's arms, catching her sides and ran up and down them.
Whooping with laughter, Blanche threw herself at Dorothy. "You bitter old woman! I'll teach you to mess with Blanche Devereaux!" Blanch was cackling so hard, she grew breathless and started to gasp and wimper.
On the other side of the kitchen door, listening in, Sophia's eyes narrowed then widened in shock. Shaking her head, she walked over to the stove. Her marenara sauce had probably gone to hell, but that going on in the living room was a hundred times worse. "What a tramp."
"What about Blanche?" Coming in through the pantry door, Rose placed her keys in her purse.
"That cheap bimbo is trying to seduce my Dorothy, that's what!" Shaking her spoon at the blonde, Sophia was close to slinging it at the living room door.
"Oh, Blanche wouldn't do that." Smiling Rose was thrown for a shock as Dorothy's moans came through the door. "Then again, she is a slut. Who knows?"
In the living room, Dorothy groaned softly, trying to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. Placing a hand on her chest, she sighed with happiness. "You know, it's been years since I've had so much fun rolling around on the floor."
"If you thought that was impressive, you should try my friend Roger." Winking, Blanche sat up enough to lean on her elbow across the carpet from Dorothy. "Bring something for rug burns." She tried sitting up on her hip, but winced from the pain.
"Those bruises are going to look suspicious to your date tonight, Blanche." Dorothy felt a twinge of guilt. Then again, if Blanche hadn't basically tried to twirl her body in shapes it didn't belong, she wouldn't have had to put so much force in her grip.
"Honey, there is nothing wrong with a few well placed bruises. In fact, with the right man, it could be seen as a challenge." With another wink, Blanche climbed up off the floor and sauntered out of the room.
In the kitchen, Sophia wondered just how in the hell she was going to explain this to her bridge club.
THE END
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Prompt: 4 Bruises
Claim: General Golden Girls
Rating: Mature Adults
Genre: Humor
Summary: Sophia should have known, Dorothy always did like sports.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Golden Girls.
_________________________________________
"Oh, god, Dorothy!" Moaning, Blanche threw back her head and shuddered. With great care, she lowered herself down upon Dorothy's thighs in the middle of the living room floor. They had been moving the furniture around when she had pulled a muscle. Dorothy had offered to help her relieve the strain by holding her hips steady as she stretched. Now, she was only feeling the burn of a good work out. "That is the most wonderful sensation in all the world!"
"No doubt. You should try it more often. Now, do you mind getting off me, you weigh a ton?" Slapping her friend's rear, Dorothy signaled she wanted to be free.
"If it weren't for the bruises on my hips from those man fingers of yours, I might." Her lower back, no longer aching from being thrown out of wac, was still a little sore.
Getting a mischievous look in her eyes, Dorothy wiggled her fingers. "I'll show you what these man fingers can do!"
Catching on, Blanche's eyes narrowed and she prepared to defend herself. "Don't you even dare."
"Get off me or so help me, I won't stop." Her fingers darted under Blanche's arms, catching her sides and ran up and down them.
Whooping with laughter, Blanche threw herself at Dorothy. "You bitter old woman! I'll teach you to mess with Blanche Devereaux!" Blanch was cackling so hard, she grew breathless and started to gasp and wimper.
On the other side of the kitchen door, listening in, Sophia's eyes narrowed then widened in shock. Shaking her head, she walked over to the stove. Her marenara sauce had probably gone to hell, but that going on in the living room was a hundred times worse. "What a tramp."
"What about Blanche?" Coming in through the pantry door, Rose placed her keys in her purse.
"That cheap bimbo is trying to seduce my Dorothy, that's what!" Shaking her spoon at the blonde, Sophia was close to slinging it at the living room door.
"Oh, Blanche wouldn't do that." Smiling Rose was thrown for a shock as Dorothy's moans came through the door. "Then again, she is a slut. Who knows?"
In the living room, Dorothy groaned softly, trying to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. Placing a hand on her chest, she sighed with happiness. "You know, it's been years since I've had so much fun rolling around on the floor."
"If you thought that was impressive, you should try my friend Roger." Winking, Blanche sat up enough to lean on her elbow across the carpet from Dorothy. "Bring something for rug burns." She tried sitting up on her hip, but winced from the pain.
"Those bruises are going to look suspicious to your date tonight, Blanche." Dorothy felt a twinge of guilt. Then again, if Blanche hadn't basically tried to twirl her body in shapes it didn't belong, she wouldn't have had to put so much force in her grip.
"Honey, there is nothing wrong with a few well placed bruises. In fact, with the right man, it could be seen as a challenge." With another wink, Blanche climbed up off the floor and sauntered out of the room.
In the kitchen, Sophia wondered just how in the hell she was going to explain this to her bridge club.
THE END