So, I wasn't going to do this, because I don't do memes, and I didn't think anyone cared for a story by me. Besides the dozen things I should be working on.
geonncannon has informed me that this is not the case, and that he would like a drabble
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When she finally looks away to start the car, I ask, "Where are we going?"
"The movies. I figure they'll be empty on a Tuesday night."
"What are we seeing?"
Janet spared a glance at me. "Sam."
I sank lower in the seat. Already I'm aroused. I feel the heat pooling between my legs. My nipples get stiff under my shirt.
"Oh, the things I'm going to make you do," Janet says. Her voice is low, throaty, strong.
I swallow. Her hand settles onto my thigh. I close my eyes, and try to gather myself for the night ahead. Her mood is what dictates whether she says make or let, whether I'm almost good enough, or exactly what she needs.
From my perspective, with her hand caressing my thigh, with her voice humming along to the radio in my ears, it all feels the same.
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and you thought people wouldn't want to request stories from you...
*takes a drink of water*
Um. Yeah. T-that was, uh, that was about perfect. *beams*
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I'm always touched when you revisit things.
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