Double Drabble #1
The challenge? Five double drabbles (200 words exactly) that contain smut.
Kill me???
Here is the first. It's set in the Teen Alex time line.
Alex Eames used all her strength to push Detective Jimmy Deakins against the wall. Her slender fingers immediately went to his zipper and his to her wrist. Before he caught her, she managed to lightly touch his cock.
"You're insane!"
She snorted and wiggled her fingers at his zipper. "You let me in."
Being groped in his precinct stairwell was not part of the risks he'd accepted in having a sexual relationship with the girl. "To say hello." His expression softened as he moved her hand away. "Because I missed you."
She kissed his cheek, the one contact he could allow, and stayed close while she whispered in his ear. "I'll be at your room tonight. Naked, with only a scarf around my neck, and perfume between my breasts. Somewhere on my body will be a postage stamp. You have to take the scarf, put it around your eyes, and then find the stamp. No looking allowed."
He was worse than useless the rest of the day wondering if lustful ecstasy or racking disappointment waited. He almost accepted a drink rather than rushing back.
He found the stamp behind her left knee, but not until she dressed to go home.
Kill me???
Here is the first. It's set in the Teen Alex time line.
Alex Eames used all her strength to push Detective Jimmy Deakins against the wall. Her slender fingers immediately went to his zipper and his to her wrist. Before he caught her, she managed to lightly touch his cock.
"You're insane!"
She snorted and wiggled her fingers at his zipper. "You let me in."
Being groped in his precinct stairwell was not part of the risks he'd accepted in having a sexual relationship with the girl. "To say hello." His expression softened as he moved her hand away. "Because I missed you."
She kissed his cheek, the one contact he could allow, and stayed close while she whispered in his ear. "I'll be at your room tonight. Naked, with only a scarf around my neck, and perfume between my breasts. Somewhere on my body will be a postage stamp. You have to take the scarf, put it around your eyes, and then find the stamp. No looking allowed."
He was worse than useless the rest of the day wondering if lustful ecstasy or racking disappointment waited. He almost accepted a drink rather than rushing back.
He found the stamp behind her left knee, but not until she dressed to go home.