[mad muses] may 2.3.4 - "True love" means...
Backdated to yesterday. Follows this and this. Sassy is no_substitution and used with permission and lots of love and cookies. But not better than Sassy's cookies. ;p
“…been examined by you, the audience. One by one, you can check to make sure the cuffs are securely in place before we lock him in. After that, we’ll all retire to the courthouse…”
Tommy stood in the doorway of his jail cell, eyes shut, features focused while Fillmore scripted the escape for the throng gathered in the main room of the tiny jailhouse. He was trying to focus on the task ahead of him…and keep himself from reacting to his own half-naked state.
The air held a feeling of something akin to reverence as the audience came, one by one, and tested his shackles, bending to tug at the weight locked around his ankle. He forced himself not to smile or blush as a few hands wandered a little, hands planting themselves deliberately on his bare forearms or a little high up on his bare leg…
“Babe.”
The word was quiet, gentle as he felt her ire, could almost see, even behind closed lids, her body leaning forward just a little, ready to spring. It eased after he spoke, leaving him in the quiet again that reminded him of the old Spiritualist séances, or the shows where he performed the water torture cell. It was too quiet, too still. This wasn’t a church, and he wasn’t there for worship, and Jesus he was about to be naked in ten seconds…
“Now for the finishing touch…”
Sassy’s voice was both frightening and comforting as he opened his eyes to see her storming forward with a pair of scissors in hand.
“What? Sassy, get out!”
“Sorry, biffle, but Houdini used to do his escapes nekkid, so…”
“Sass, c’mon…Sass!”
He put up a token struggle as she shoved him back into the cell and started cutting at his underwear, first up one side and then the other. Shielded as her body hid his own, he made sure it looked as if she were having a hard time with him.
“Hey, Sass?” he whispered to her as she finished with the final cut.
“Mmm?”
“Thanks.”
Looking up at him, she grinned cheerily. “True love is stripping your best friend naked on request, right?”
Tommy laughed a little just before his underwear came off with one final snip, leaving him completely exposed. The cool air in the cell raised gooseflesh on his skin…and parts only Zee had ever seen in private…
“Oooh, so that’s how far the blush goes down!” she squealed, clapping her hands brightly.
“Enough, Sass. Get outta here.”
Pouting, Sassy leaned up to kiss his cheek in a silent gesture of encouragement before she stepped back and emerged from the cell, swinging his shorts over her head with a whoop of triumph and a roar of approval from the crowd that Tommy was only just realizing was predominantly female.
If he couldn’t do this in time…
Shit.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 461
“…been examined by you, the audience. One by one, you can check to make sure the cuffs are securely in place before we lock him in. After that, we’ll all retire to the courthouse…”
Tommy stood in the doorway of his jail cell, eyes shut, features focused while Fillmore scripted the escape for the throng gathered in the main room of the tiny jailhouse. He was trying to focus on the task ahead of him…and keep himself from reacting to his own half-naked state.
The air held a feeling of something akin to reverence as the audience came, one by one, and tested his shackles, bending to tug at the weight locked around his ankle. He forced himself not to smile or blush as a few hands wandered a little, hands planting themselves deliberately on his bare forearms or a little high up on his bare leg…
“Babe.”
The word was quiet, gentle as he felt her ire, could almost see, even behind closed lids, her body leaning forward just a little, ready to spring. It eased after he spoke, leaving him in the quiet again that reminded him of the old Spiritualist séances, or the shows where he performed the water torture cell. It was too quiet, too still. This wasn’t a church, and he wasn’t there for worship, and Jesus he was about to be naked in ten seconds…
“Now for the finishing touch…”
Sassy’s voice was both frightening and comforting as he opened his eyes to see her storming forward with a pair of scissors in hand.
“What? Sassy, get out!”
“Sorry, biffle, but Houdini used to do his escapes nekkid, so…”
“Sass, c’mon…Sass!”
He put up a token struggle as she shoved him back into the cell and started cutting at his underwear, first up one side and then the other. Shielded as her body hid his own, he made sure it looked as if she were having a hard time with him.
“Hey, Sass?” he whispered to her as she finished with the final cut.
“Mmm?”
“Thanks.”
Looking up at him, she grinned cheerily. “True love is stripping your best friend naked on request, right?”
Tommy laughed a little just before his underwear came off with one final snip, leaving him completely exposed. The cool air in the cell raised gooseflesh on his skin…and parts only Zee had ever seen in private…
“Oooh, so that’s how far the blush goes down!” she squealed, clapping her hands brightly.
“Enough, Sass. Get outta here.”
Pouting, Sassy leaned up to kiss his cheek in a silent gesture of encouragement before she stepped back and emerged from the cell, swinging his shorts over her head with a whoop of triumph and a roar of approval from the crowd that Tommy was only just realizing was predominantly female.
If he couldn’t do this in time…
Shit.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 461