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| SOME KIND OF BLISS by Nan <<< part 1 PART 2 - "CHILDREN, CALM DOWN!" "There is no way that Tomb Rider would be so successful if she didn't have a D cup!" you say to Sean angrily, but in reality you're really glad the two of you are getting along. "And there's no way you'd watch 'Daria' if you weren't attracted to Trent!" he says, being protective of his manhood. You almost giggle at his tone, but control yourself. "Aha, and which one of us gets a hard on every time they see a pompom?" Sean blushes straight up to his ears! "I have just one word for you: Britney!" He gives you a big angry face and grabs for you, but you dodge him. You run around the studio a bit, Sean chasing you with a mocking impression of a shocked expression (shit, I'm back to rhyme! But that actually sounds good, could be a song!). You see someone coming through a door, you think it's Nicky, so you run over there and hide behind him. Only you notice he's much shorter. Not as thin. Smells of cigarettes and alcohol. OH NO!!! You look up into James' stern face and give him an apologetic grin, but he stays serious and you start to think he'll shout at you or throw you out or something. Sean sees that you're freaked out and stops. "Well, I do think that was punishment enough, James" he says, amused, "you don't want to scare her to death" You look back up at James who's desperately trying not to grin, so you smile to yourself and elbow him in the stomach. "Hey!" "Oh, don't act like you didn't deserve that! I thought you were going to skin me alive!" He grabs hold of both your arms and holds them on either side of your head, pinning you to a wall and you can hear, rather than see Sean trying to control his laughter. James is (pretending to be) angry, looking you straight in the eye with a look in his that can only be described as an animal on the prowl. He cocks (yes, I know, not a good word to use in this situation) his head to the left and through gritted teeth whispers in your ear: "I was, only I was going to leave the skin on, just strip you of your clothes…" You look at him, feeling your knees weaken and are grateful he's holding you up not only with his hands but with his hard body pressing you against the wall, making your blood boil with desire… Miguel walks in and James lets go of you instantly, you struggle to keep your ground and timidly sit down in a chair. James smiles at your friend and nods to Sean before they both get up and leave the room. "What has happened?" your friend is concerned. "Never mind" you try to pull yourself together, but are secretly imagining all the possibilities (and positions!), "I'm fine." You say, shaking your head, trying to get rid of your 'sinful' thoughts. "How are you, are you done?" you ask. "No, I have got a cramp in my right hand and I can not play." "Oh, poor baby!" you go all motherly on him; glad you have something else to concentrate on than your own imagination. You reach for his hand and start massaging it from the fingertips all the way through to the elbows and back. When Nicky enters the room the two of you are sitting on the floor, you're still working on his hand with some sun tan lotion. "Hey, how's the arm?" Nicky asks, concerned. "Better, thank you" he says, then motions to you, "Magic fingers." He winks before he goes out of the room, leaving you in a more then uncomfortable silence, when you know you'd rather be discussing just why Nicky has three Dysons and just how good the suction system is! PART 3 >>> <<< Nan’s stories |