Mercychron: The Pink Shell Motel
A Kal Mercychon set after dolimir_k's Crescendo
written for scribblinlenore's Impromptu Pink Shell Motel Challenge
I arrive to find Mercy asleep, but I'm wary. She's stills carries that handgun loaded with kryptonite shells even after all these years. I guess marriage and motherhood doesn't mellow a woman.
A handgun that's trained on my chest as Mercy rises from the bed like hidden sniper.
"Take it easy, Mercy." I admire her beautiful body as the sheet falls away. Years ago she had been skimpily dressed in a sports bra and panties. Today she wore nothing at all.
"Take it easy? I've been cooling my heels in this damn motel for six hours. Where have you been?"
I have to shrug sheepishly and admit that I'd been detained. "It was just a little forest fire in Yellowstone, Mercy. It hardly took anytime at all."
Mercy just shakes her head and sighs. "So while you're off playing Smoky the Bear, I'm here pining away for my true love to come rescue me?"
"Did you really pine?"
"Hardly."
"Surely, you pined. You were here for six hours and there's no internet connection. What else was there to do?"
A raised eyebrow and a hand moving slowly, but deliberately, from her breast to her thigh implied that I hadn't been missed that much.
"I can see where a girl a could get a bit cranky if she was expecting a bit more -- attention."
"Damn straight, Farmboy. So how about getting out of those clothes?" She drops the handgun on the bedside table and lays back in a more inviting position.
The first time I tracked Mercy to this little motel, I was frantic to bring her back to Lex and Lena. I told myself that being included in their family was all that mattered at the time.
Lex and Mercy are giving me a fantasy for an anniversary gift. I get to reclaim my sweetheart for myself tonight.
written for scribblinlenore's Impromptu Pink Shell Motel Challenge
I arrive to find Mercy asleep, but I'm wary. She's stills carries that handgun loaded with kryptonite shells even after all these years. I guess marriage and motherhood doesn't mellow a woman.
A handgun that's trained on my chest as Mercy rises from the bed like hidden sniper.
"Take it easy, Mercy." I admire her beautiful body as the sheet falls away. Years ago she had been skimpily dressed in a sports bra and panties. Today she wore nothing at all.
"Take it easy? I've been cooling my heels in this damn motel for six hours. Where have you been?"
I have to shrug sheepishly and admit that I'd been detained. "It was just a little forest fire in Yellowstone, Mercy. It hardly took anytime at all."
Mercy just shakes her head and sighs. "So while you're off playing Smoky the Bear, I'm here pining away for my true love to come rescue me?"
"Did you really pine?"
"Hardly."
"Surely, you pined. You were here for six hours and there's no internet connection. What else was there to do?"
A raised eyebrow and a hand moving slowly, but deliberately, from her breast to her thigh implied that I hadn't been missed that much.
"I can see where a girl a could get a bit cranky if she was expecting a bit more -- attention."
"Damn straight, Farmboy. So how about getting out of those clothes?" She drops the handgun on the bedside table and lays back in a more inviting position.
The first time I tracked Mercy to this little motel, I was frantic to bring her back to Lex and Lena. I told myself that being included in their family was all that mattered at the time.
Lex and Mercy are giving me a fantasy for an anniversary gift. I get to reclaim my sweetheart for myself tonight.