Playing with Fire.
Title: Playing with Fire
Fandom: Originals
Rating: NC-17, No kiddies allowed! That means you! You know who you are! OUT!
Warnings:
Disclaimer: This ficlet has implied sexual situations that is meant for mature audiences. Also these characters belong to me and no one else. Borrow my unnamed characters without permission, and I'll throw a boot to your head, but it won't be funny. And it'll hurt real bad.
Author's Notes: Just another little short story for your enjoyment. This one is a little sad.
It was a sunny afternoon that turned into a wet dreary day in an instant.
The couple dashes to the cabin they are unwillingly sharing for the last few weeks. Timeshares can be a real bitch when wires get crossed.
And it was a hellacious fourteen days. Nothing but constant bickering on who was supposed to be there. But underneath all that agitation was fire.
When the other isn't looking the other starts to fantasize about the other.
Of course when the other is caught, denial is soon flying from the lips.
Soon the both of them are feeling the flames of unrequited desire for the other. However there is one little problem.
The woman is married soon to be divorced and the man is about to get married for the second time.
It was on the fifteenth night that things came to ahead. As usual there was a lot of bickering. But things were different. It was more heated this time.
And it was a different kind of heat. Each saw it in the others eyes. They wanted each other. Badly. But both knew it wasn't to be.
"I'm leaving," the breathless woman finally conceded.
"What," said the man clueless as to why she caved in.
"There's more going on between us. I've caught you staring more than once, and I've done the same," she said brushing her prematurely greying hair behind her ear.
The man blinked in surprise and silently agreed. He nodded. "Yeah its for the best." He swallowed hard. He wanted her so badly. She was as curvy as the Montana highways twisting about the mountains. Cheesy as it was, it was true. She had breasts that would would overflow just a little in his hands. His fiancee had small tiny ones that barely filled his hands.
His fiancee. The woman he was supposed to marry in a few months. He heaved a large sigh. After the last few weeks, he didn't think he wanted to marry her anymore. Their courtship had be awfully short.
No! He was in love with her. Heather loved him and he her. But he was also worried about her finding out about this. He wouldn', couldn't lie to her about this. They hadn't done anything but it would be there nonetheless.
"I'm not marrying her," he blurted out.
"What," asked the woman quizzically.
"I'm not going to marry my fiancee," he said breathlessly.
"But I'm still married - ", she started to say.
"Yeah but I've heard you on the phone. Your getting divorced," he said.
"Yes, I am," she said in a miffed voice at being overheard. "But that doesn't change anything. You should not have stayed. I don't care if there was a mistake made by the Realtor. You should have gone. You are getting married!"
"Not anymore," he said firmly.
She sighed. "No. I'm not going to be the reason why you are breaking up with your fiancee. I'm not going to be responsible for ruining another marriage," she said bitterly.
"But - ," he started to say as he started walking towards he intent on wrapping her up in his arms.
She put her hands up defensively. "Stay," she said sharply with a steely glint in her eyes. "I'm not staying here to play with fire. I too should have left. This wasn't supposed to happen."
With that the woman ran up to her room and started to pack furiously. Within an hour she was done and heading for her car.
"Wait please. Don't go," he pleaded one last time.
She just shook her head and speed down the drive way in her old Volvo.
Months later there was a news article about a woman who had been killed by her jealous husband. She had died of a gunshot wound to her heart. Instant death. Her children were also killed. The husband was charged with a triple homicide and taken to jail where he awaits trial.
The man drooped his head and closed his eyes tightly. He hadn't married Heather as she had found out about his "little rendezvous" with the now dead woman.
He wept for what might have been.
Fandom: Originals
Rating: NC-17, No kiddies allowed! That means you! You know who you are! OUT!
Warnings:
Disclaimer: This ficlet has implied sexual situations that is meant for mature audiences. Also these characters belong to me and no one else. Borrow my unnamed characters without permission, and I'll throw a boot to your head, but it won't be funny. And it'll hurt real bad.
Author's Notes: Just another little short story for your enjoyment. This one is a little sad.
It was a sunny afternoon that turned into a wet dreary day in an instant.
The couple dashes to the cabin they are unwillingly sharing for the last few weeks. Timeshares can be a real bitch when wires get crossed.
And it was a hellacious fourteen days. Nothing but constant bickering on who was supposed to be there. But underneath all that agitation was fire.
When the other isn't looking the other starts to fantasize about the other.
Of course when the other is caught, denial is soon flying from the lips.
Soon the both of them are feeling the flames of unrequited desire for the other. However there is one little problem.
The woman is married soon to be divorced and the man is about to get married for the second time.
It was on the fifteenth night that things came to ahead. As usual there was a lot of bickering. But things were different. It was more heated this time.
And it was a different kind of heat. Each saw it in the others eyes. They wanted each other. Badly. But both knew it wasn't to be.
"I'm leaving," the breathless woman finally conceded.
"What," said the man clueless as to why she caved in.
"There's more going on between us. I've caught you staring more than once, and I've done the same," she said brushing her prematurely greying hair behind her ear.
The man blinked in surprise and silently agreed. He nodded. "Yeah its for the best." He swallowed hard. He wanted her so badly. She was as curvy as the Montana highways twisting about the mountains. Cheesy as it was, it was true. She had breasts that would would overflow just a little in his hands. His fiancee had small tiny ones that barely filled his hands.
His fiancee. The woman he was supposed to marry in a few months. He heaved a large sigh. After the last few weeks, he didn't think he wanted to marry her anymore. Their courtship had be awfully short.
No! He was in love with her. Heather loved him and he her. But he was also worried about her finding out about this. He wouldn', couldn't lie to her about this. They hadn't done anything but it would be there nonetheless.
"I'm not marrying her," he blurted out.
"What," asked the woman quizzically.
"I'm not going to marry my fiancee," he said breathlessly.
"But I'm still married - ", she started to say.
"Yeah but I've heard you on the phone. Your getting divorced," he said.
"Yes, I am," she said in a miffed voice at being overheard. "But that doesn't change anything. You should not have stayed. I don't care if there was a mistake made by the Realtor. You should have gone. You are getting married!"
"Not anymore," he said firmly.
She sighed. "No. I'm not going to be the reason why you are breaking up with your fiancee. I'm not going to be responsible for ruining another marriage," she said bitterly.
"But - ," he started to say as he started walking towards he intent on wrapping her up in his arms.
She put her hands up defensively. "Stay," she said sharply with a steely glint in her eyes. "I'm not staying here to play with fire. I too should have left. This wasn't supposed to happen."
With that the woman ran up to her room and started to pack furiously. Within an hour she was done and heading for her car.
"Wait please. Don't go," he pleaded one last time.
She just shook her head and speed down the drive way in her old Volvo.
Months later there was a news article about a woman who had been killed by her jealous husband. She had died of a gunshot wound to her heart. Instant death. Her children were also killed. The husband was charged with a triple homicide and taken to jail where he awaits trial.
The man drooped his head and closed his eyes tightly. He hadn't married Heather as she had found out about his "little rendezvous" with the now dead woman.
He wept for what might have been.