PB Fic: There's something about Mary
Title: There's something about Mary
Author: sierra_foxx
Rating/Genre: PG, definitely AU, Crack, cringe factor probably x1000, approx 525 words
Characters: Lincoln, Gretchen, OFC
Summary: A little tale of planned mischief
Disclaimer: Other than the OFC, these characters do not belong to me; I am merely playing with them for my own entertainment. *g*
Author's Note: This is written for the challenge at pbhiatus_fic 'Is that you, Mary Sue?' - I am still partially in shock that I've actually written one of these, lol. I will be off to Writer's Hell now, for sure! Enjoy! *g*
A text message had delivered the news. She would finally see him tonight, at the bar. She felt a warm glow beginning to spread across the pit of her perfectly sculpted belly that had nothing to do with the small nip of Glenfiddich she’d swallowed only a moment ago.
Lincoln Burrows was quite the man, if his picture did him any justice. He was the most striking man she’d ever seen, with a jaw so chiselled it made her heart beat faster within her well-endowed chest.
She’d been told he was a tough nut to crack, but she was no stranger to adversity. In fact, she welcomed it. She was willing, and she was ready. Plus, she had something he desired and tonight she was going to throw caution to the wind and find out exactly how badly he wanted it. A small smirk reached her moist pink lips; the anticipation of this meeting was becoming more delicious by the second and she loved it.
Her delicate hands smoothed down the black silk of her exquisitely-cut pants as she stood in front of the mirror, revelling in the feel of the expensive material as it clung seductively to the curves of her firm, coin-bouncing ass and down her sleek, muscled thighs. All those months of training had certainly paid off. The time had come for the number one recruit to kick some serious ass.
She had been very particular about her choice of attire tonight, deciding that a no-holds barred display of her assets was required. The plunging black silk blouse framed just the perfect amount of cleavage and the patent leather stiletto heels gave her legs extra length and line; in other words, she was ready for anything and she was dressed to prove it. Lincoln didn’t stand a chance.
A knock at her hotel room door broke her silent reverie and she walked over to the door. Through the peephole she saw the equally black-garbed Gretchen Morgan, her partner in crime, and stepped back to let her in.
“You’re ready. Good.” Gretchen said, walking over to the table and pouring a finger of scotch for herself in the heavy crystal tumbler. She raised the glass in the air in a mock salute. “A woman after my own heart; I do like your style. And Lincoln will too, I have no doubt. One look at you and he’s gonna be more bone than brawn.”
Mary smiled serenely. It had been a gruelling few months since joining forces with Gretchen’s little operation. However, it had been a lot easier than she’d first thought and her instructors had been incredibly impressed with her athleticism, not to mention her fervent dedication. She’d topped the class after only one week. She couldn’t wait to put everything she'd learned into practise.
“So. You’re all clear with the plan?” Gretchen asked.
“Crystal,” Mary replied. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Gretchen laughed, her ruby-red lips parting to reveal two rows of perfect white teeth. “Not half as much as I am, sugar. Not by a long shot.” She tossed the remaining scotch down her throat, sliding the tumbler along the table. “Our boy Linc isn’t gonna know what hit him.”
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Author: sierra_foxx
Rating/Genre: PG, definitely AU, Crack, cringe factor probably x1000, approx 525 words
Characters: Lincoln, Gretchen, OFC
Summary: A little tale of planned mischief
Disclaimer: Other than the OFC, these characters do not belong to me; I am merely playing with them for my own entertainment. *g*
Author's Note: This is written for the challenge at pbhiatus_fic 'Is that you, Mary Sue?' - I am still partially in shock that I've actually written one of these, lol. I will be off to Writer's Hell now, for sure! Enjoy! *g*
A text message had delivered the news. She would finally see him tonight, at the bar. She felt a warm glow beginning to spread across the pit of her perfectly sculpted belly that had nothing to do with the small nip of Glenfiddich she’d swallowed only a moment ago.
Lincoln Burrows was quite the man, if his picture did him any justice. He was the most striking man she’d ever seen, with a jaw so chiselled it made her heart beat faster within her well-endowed chest.
She’d been told he was a tough nut to crack, but she was no stranger to adversity. In fact, she welcomed it. She was willing, and she was ready. Plus, she had something he desired and tonight she was going to throw caution to the wind and find out exactly how badly he wanted it. A small smirk reached her moist pink lips; the anticipation of this meeting was becoming more delicious by the second and she loved it.
Her delicate hands smoothed down the black silk of her exquisitely-cut pants as she stood in front of the mirror, revelling in the feel of the expensive material as it clung seductively to the curves of her firm, coin-bouncing ass and down her sleek, muscled thighs. All those months of training had certainly paid off. The time had come for the number one recruit to kick some serious ass.
She had been very particular about her choice of attire tonight, deciding that a no-holds barred display of her assets was required. The plunging black silk blouse framed just the perfect amount of cleavage and the patent leather stiletto heels gave her legs extra length and line; in other words, she was ready for anything and she was dressed to prove it. Lincoln didn’t stand a chance.
A knock at her hotel room door broke her silent reverie and she walked over to the door. Through the peephole she saw the equally black-garbed Gretchen Morgan, her partner in crime, and stepped back to let her in.
“You’re ready. Good.” Gretchen said, walking over to the table and pouring a finger of scotch for herself in the heavy crystal tumbler. She raised the glass in the air in a mock salute. “A woman after my own heart; I do like your style. And Lincoln will too, I have no doubt. One look at you and he’s gonna be more bone than brawn.”
Mary smiled serenely. It had been a gruelling few months since joining forces with Gretchen’s little operation. However, it had been a lot easier than she’d first thought and her instructors had been incredibly impressed with her athleticism, not to mention her fervent dedication. She’d topped the class after only one week. She couldn’t wait to put everything she'd learned into practise.
“So. You’re all clear with the plan?” Gretchen asked.
“Crystal,” Mary replied. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Gretchen laughed, her ruby-red lips parting to reveal two rows of perfect white teeth. “Not half as much as I am, sugar. Not by a long shot.” She tossed the remaining scotch down her throat, sliding the tumbler along the table. “Our boy Linc isn’t gonna know what hit him.”
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