(Note from Stan - I apologise for the early posting of this, it would appear that our beloved Wease has premature Blogulation ;o) Never mind, more time to get your contributions posted!)
THIS WEEK'S FRIDAY FUN FIVE IS THIS WEEK BEING KINDLY HOSTED BY DANGRDAFNE, YOU CAN FIND IT HERE: http://dangrdafne.blogspot.com/ :O)
OK, Hos...Just because it's SOMEONE'S birthday, doesn't mean we're gonna let a Thursday pass us by without having some Community Fan Fic...
We're killing two birds with one stone here...
1. We're "honoring" Mr. Robert Pattinson with a fic about him, and
2. I'm stuck on the one-shot that I've been writing that just so happens to feature Mr. Pattinson and I'm gonna use you gals for inspiration.
By the way, you may or may not recognize the chick in this one...
So, without further ado...or pictures, because I'm a lazy bitch...on with the show.
Margaret sighed and stretched her arms over her head. Her shoulders nearly screamed in response. Glancing at the clock, she swore under her breath. She’d been sitting at her laptop typing her latest chapter for over an hour now. Well, if she was to be honest with herself, she couldn’t even call it a chapter yet…unless you count two paragraphs as a chapter. She nearly growled in frustration at all the time wasted. “What’s wrong with me,” she muttered to herself. The first several chapters had come so easily, but suddenly she’d been struck with writer’s block. She ended up deleting almost as much as she wrote anymore. Sighing again, she stood up, shrugging her shoulders and rotating her head on her neck to get the tingling pins and needles sensation to stop.
“I need a break,” she said to the room in general, which consisted of her laptop on a dilapidated old desk, a reading lamp and a gazillion blue sticky-notes stuck on every available surface. Walking to the kitchen, she thought about where she wanted her story to go. She knew how it began and she knew how she wanted it to end, it was the in between part that was giving her trouble. Snagging a bottle of water from the fridge, she decided to head outside for a few minutes to clear her head and get some fresh air.
The fresh air only lasted a few minutes, since it was freezing outside. Below freezing, in fact, and Margaret wasn’t one for the cold weather. “I should have just stuck my head out the door, it would have been easier,” she thought as she stripped off her coat, scarf, gloves and hat. “It’s taking me longer to take off all this shit than I spent outside!”
Checking her watch, Margaret saw that she had approximately 45 minutes before she had to go pick up her daughter from preschool. With another sigh, she headed back to her “office” to see what she could salvage from her latest writing attempt. Walking into the room, she passed her calendar. She’d hung it on the door so it would be the first thing she saw when she walked into the room, and the last thing she saw when she left it. Stopping to stare at those beautiful eyes and that sexy hair, she mumbled “Now, that’s what I want.” She lifted a hand and traced his lips. “Oh yes,” she nodded. “That’s exactly what I want.”
Sitting back at her computer, Margaret read what she’d written earlier. Drumming her fingers on the keyboard, she thought a moment before she began typing, slowly at first, then picking up speed as the story began to flow from her fingertips.
He silently eased his way into the room, eyes on the tiny woman hunched over her laptop, typing furiously. Unaware of this newcomer, Margaret was startled by the light touch on her shoulder. Gasping, she spun around in her chair, almost knocking the computer to the floor. When she saw who it was, she quickly rose to her feet, although that didn't really gain her much height. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. He stepped forward, reveling in her reaction to him. He could hear her ragged breathing, and see the pulse jump at her throat, and a slow smile lifted one corner of his mouth. Looking down at her with hooded eyes, he lifted a long fingered hand to her face and brushed the tips of his fingers down her face, from her temple to her chin before tilting her face up to his. "Hello, Margaret," he said in a low voice before he brushed his lips across hers in a feather light caress.
With another gasp, Margaret pulled back from this handsome stranger to look at him full in the face. She then put her hands on his arms to steady herself as she leaned around him to look at the door, or to be more precise, the calendar on the door. Subconsciously, she felt the heat of his body under her hands, but on a more conscious level, she was confused. Robert Fucking Pattinson was standing in her office. And he had kissed her.
Wait, kissed her? How had she missed that?
She looked back to his face and saw the corner of his mouth lift again in an amused smile. As if he knew exactly what was going on in her brain right now. Trembling, she lifted a hand to his mouth, as she had done to the calendar moments ago. He breathed a kiss onto her fingertips, raising one brow in an unasked question.
To say Margaret launched herself at him would be in poor taste. Let’s just say she was in his arms before either of them had another moment to think.
His mouth slashed across hers almost violently, his hands coming around her back to crush her to him. She plunged her hands into his hair and moaned. As his tongue teased hers, he slowly stepped forward, forcing her backward, until she was against her desk. Without raising his head from hers, he gave her office chair a shove and it rolled across the room. His hands slid down her back and over her ass, where they squeezed gently before lifting her onto the desk. Her legs fell open, and he settled between them with a soft sigh.
Margaret could feel his hardness, and the heat pooled between her legs. She brought her legs up to wrap around his waist and anchor him against her, and this time, he let out a low moan. He pushed his rigid cock against her once more before he tore his mouth away from hers, only to leave a trail of hot, open mouth kisses down her neck to her collarbone and back up to her mouth. Leaning her back on her desk with one arm, he shoved the laptop to one side. He stood up straight and lightly trailed his fingers from her hips to her knees, where he gave a small tug to unlock her ankles from behind him. She whimpered at the lack of contact, but moaned again when he bent to resume kissing her.
Again, he kissed from her mouth, down her neck, but this time he kissed below her collarbone…when had he had unbuttoned the top button of her shirt? Repeating this trail of kisses, every pass going lower, soon had her entire shirt unbuttoned and falling away. His tongue dipped into her belly button, before sweeping it up her body to her breasts. With wide eyes, she looked down into his face as he glanced up at her, all the while showering her breasts with wet kisses.
The corner of his mouth turned up once again as he watched Margaret watched him. Bringing his hands into play, he slid them up her sides, and drew back to watch his long fingers pluck her nipples. “You have gorgeous tits, Margaret. My hands itch to feel them and pinch your lovely nipples,” he uttered in a low voice. He pressed his face to her chest and breathed her in, right before he sucked her right nipple into his hot mouth.
Margaret’s head fell back, and with another groan, she lay back on the desk completely, giving him complete access to her lovely nipples, as he had called them. He sucked first one then the other into his mouth, giving small nips that made her body break out in gooseflesh.
She was so thoroughly enjoying herself, that it wasn’t until he lifted her hips, that she realized he had undone her jeans. Leaning away from her, he pulled them off, along with her panties, and tossed them to the floor. Realizing that she was essentially naked, yet he was still fully clothed, Margaret moved to cover herself. He grasped her hands before she could, and held them down at her sides. This position thrust her breasts up and he noticed.
“You’re lovely,” he murmured. Releasing her hands, he swept lightly them down her body, taking in all her curves and contours. Starting at her shoulders, he trailed his fingers over her breasts, and when they touched her sensitive nipples, she sucked in a breath. Over her breasts, down her stomach, to her hips and down her thighs, he watched his hands. This time, he didn’t sweep his hands back up. He left them on her thighs and raised his eyes to meet hers.
“Margaret…Meg,” he faltered. Lifting her legs and spreading them, he sank down to his knees, until he was eye level with her most prized possession. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned in. She could feel his breath on her, coming in short pants…
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