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created by commenting on this post. Submissions must be 100-300 words
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THIS WEEK'S NEW PROMPT:
Picture prompt and judge this week is Evilnat.
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LAST WEEK'S PROMPT:
Word count: 300
Stupid fucking truck.
It would choose to break down in the middle of a motherfucking monsoon.
There are only two other cars in the parking lot, the game long since finished.
I had to stay and help put away the equipment though. 'Ball girl' they call me.
Yeah. Fifteen sweaty teenage boys asking me to take care of their balls.
Huddled next to the brick wall of the gym, I search my bag for my phone.
"Hey, you okay? Need a ride?"
Fuck, that's a sexy voice. I glance up to see who owns it, and holy shit. "Cullen?"
He runs a hand through his wet hair, and my mouth falls open. I've only ever seen it parted on one side, combed down straight.
But right now it's this beautiful mess framing his face, some of it flopping onto his forehead with water steadily dripping off the ends.
His glasses are in his hand, probably too spotted or streaked with water to see through. Piercing green eyes blink back at me, framed by thick, dark lashes.
The white t-shirt clinging to his body shows off defined muscle--firm pecs, solid abs, that delicious V peeking out of his jeans, hard little nipples.
His jeans are soaked, showing off thick, muscular thighs, and I lick my lips.
"When did you get so fucking hot?" I blurt out.
Subtle, I am not.
His face twists in confusion. "Huh?"
"Seriously. Have you always been this hot?"
He rubs the back of his neck. "Um, I don't know. I've been working out, and-"
"No shit." I'm still gaping at him.
Edward glances toward the parking lot and back, still seemingly baffled. "So, uh... ride?"
I step forward and press my wet body to his. “Oh, yeah. I definitely want a ride."
Word Count: 299
Your rain-soaked t-shirt clings to you like a second skin. My eyes hungrily roam your body.
Your muscles twitch beneath my wandering hands. As I move lower I hear your sharp intake of breath.
I love that with a simple touch, I have this effect on you.
“Don’t,” you mutter. “Don’t you dare say her name.”
Your hands are on the button of my jeans. The rain has soaked them through, but you still manage to push them past my hips.
“I refuse to think of her when I’m with you.”
“She wants to work things through.” I gasp as your fingers move deftly beneath my panties.
“I don’t care,” you growl. “She signed our divorce papers the day she cheated.”
My weak argument comes to an abrupt end as your fingers find my sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”
“For you,” I whimper as your thumb finds my clit.
The rain continues to pound us, but I barely notice.
I fumble with your belt. “Don’t. I just want to see you fall apart.” Your urgent voice coupled with your expert fingers brings me to the edge within minutes.
“Edward,” I gasp.
“You’re mine Bella. You’re going to go back inside and finish things with him.”
I look back to my house, the lights glowing through the darkness. You grasp my chin and turn my attention back to you. “Don’t look. This is all that matters right now. Right here. Right now.”
I tighten around your fingers and bite back a moan as my orgasm approaches.
“Say it. Say you’ll do it.”
Your thumb presses my clit, and your name falls from my lips. I come hard. Your fingers continue their sweet torture as I descend from my high.
“Yes. I’ll finish it.”
Word count: 299
"You sleep like the dead!" I rub my eyes and see my roommate standing over my bed. "Your phone has been ringing nonstop and that guy is yelling from under your window again. It's 3AM."
I grab my shoes, and groggily rush down the stairs. I see Edward Cullen, holding his phone to his ear, frowning up at my window, like every other night. I tremble near the wall, realizing that I have no bra on and that it's fucking raining.
"What do you want?" I hiss.
"Bella," he grins because he knows I have to see him to get him to leave.
"For the last time, you aren't getting in my pants." I yawn and stretch my arms.
"Those pants are nice," he smirks and closes the distance between us. He pins my arms above me. I'm trapped. He teasingly dips the forefinger of his free hand into the waistband of my yoga pants. I shiver. "But I think they're too small for me."
Normally, I can successfully send him away. Tonight, though, my fatigue has ruined everything. I notice his shirt to cling to his body. As I do, his hand creeps further into my panties. I gasp as he rubs me. I'm sure he can feel my arousal. While I'm distracted by the pleasure, he kisses me.
Then, he pulls back and pushes my hair out of my face. His eyes are overwhelmingly tender as he brings one of my hands to his erection.
"Please." I feel his breath against my face, and with little thought other than how much I want him inside me, I answer.
Hidden behind the trees and against the brick of my building, Edward gets what he's always wanted.
Word count: 299
“Fuck, come on!” I pound my dash as I miss the light.
Work kicked my ass today, and now I’m racing home late. I need these heels off and my sweats on. I need a glass of wine and my favorite throw blanket. Right after I feed the kids, get them bathed, and do the dishes. Shit, I’m exhausted.
I’m on autopilot, when I see movement outside. It’s a couple up against a building. In the pouring rain.
“Thaaat’s unfortunate,” I scoff.
And then I really see them. He’s leaning into her. They’re soaked but smiling. Kissing. Handsy.
In a flash I’m envious. Edward and I were them once. Uninhibited. Unabashedly affectionate. Oblivious to anything but each other. I miss the days of our young love.
A car honks at me when the light changes, and jars me back into the present.
I arrive home hurried and flustered to find the house quiet, warm. There’s a fire already lit. Edward is seated at the table with our girls. They’ve eaten and he … did he make cookies? Oh god, I could jump him right here and now!
“Welcome home, babe.” The previous ten hours immediately melts away with his smile and I want to cry in relief. And joy. I’m on the verge of tears when I collapse in his arms.
He hands me a glass of wine, and with a gentle kiss ushers me toward the bedroom.
“Let me finish with the girls, then I’ll come take care of you,” he whispers.
I think back to the couple in the rain. We used to be them. But now we’re this. They won’t be this for at least another fifteen years.
I hear my girls laugh with their daddy in the other room.
I wouldn’t trade this for the world.
lWord Count: 300
I don't know why I'm here. I shouldn't be here...waiting for him in the pouring rain. He broke my heart and left me in the dust. He's engaged.
I will be too. Soon.
I picture Jake's rugged-yet-beautiful face in my head and start walking home. I don't hear anything, but suddenly, I'm pulled backward and shoved against a wall. He towers over me, his bright green eyes clouded with rage.
“I've been looking everywhere for you.” His words are immersed in venom, his hate for me.
I look at him square in the eyes. “I'm here. What do you want?”
He stares at me as the anger in his eyes melts into...desolation. I strain to hear his whisper. “Are you really going to marry him?”
The nerve of this man...
I ball my hand into a fist. “Yes.”
“But why? You don't love him.”
I scoff. “I don't love him? How exactly did you come that conclusion, Mr. Cullen?” I all but snarl at him.
“Because you love me.” There's a small smirk at the corner of his lips. It's the last straw for me.
After everything that's happened, after years of being a part of this one-sided love, he admits it now?
He's too late.
I shove at him with everything that I have and run...only to be dragged back and trapped again.
His face is mere inches from mine, his eyes coal-black. I struggle against him. “You love me. No one else can have you. You. Are. Mine.”
Before I can reply, he kisses me, his lips soft and yielding compared to his tight grip. I can't escape, so I do what I've dreamed of doing since middle school; I wrap my arms around his neck and fall into him.
Thanks ladies for the great entries. I loved reading them all.