Thursday, 13 May 2010

CFF...Featuring the Precious (Who else?)



(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…

Um....happy writing.

The next stop on your blog train is My discomROBulation

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21 comments:

TigerlilyRose said...

OOOOH....I can almost hear him say "Margaret" and for some reason I heard "tits" in a english accent too...LMAO.


Let me think a bit and I will be back.

17foreverlisa said...

Margaret's brain was working overtime. Half of her brain wanted to grab a blue sticky note and write "must analyze my own dream for the blog," because surely this could not be real. The other half of her brain wanted to lean up so that she could thread her fingers through his hair and encourage him to finish what he had started. The second half won out. The texture of his hair was everything she had ever thought it would be. Staring into his eyes, her breathing becoming ragged, she gave a subtle nod of permission. The instant his mouth came into contact with her sex, Margaret's eyes squeezed shut and she gasped. His tongue darted out and . . .

TwiWeasel said...

SQUEEEEEEE!!!! Lisa you participated in CFF!! YAY!!!!!!!

17foreverlisa said...

Couldn't resist your email plea, TW ;) What you wrote is amazing. You really captured Margaret, right down to the blue sticky notes. Can't wait to see where this goes, even though I'm jealous as hell that Margaret has Robert Fucking Pattinson between her legs right now. LMAO!

Mrs. P @ TwiBite said...

Um....oh. My. God. I think that if I add to this, it would be a little creepy....but I can't wait to read everyone else's. Holy crap...I feel like I have a sex tape on the Internet...lmao!!! Awesome job wease...you really need to write a fic. You're great at it. Thanks for the attention to my nipples...lololol!!!!!

TwiWeasel said...

@ Mrs. P - Well...I started writing a fic (this one, duh) but I never got it finished. I still plan on finishing it...someday. PS...LOLOL @ your sex tape! Oh, and tell your nipples hi for me.

TigerlilyRose said...

@Wease You are the bomb...she has never told any of you bitches, she won a writing contest in high school and had a short story published, did she? That's right, Chica I remember that shit...High school, college, doesn't matter, always have had a way with the words, you have!

@Lisa OOH you did great girl! My kids are on a rampage and are determined not to let me do this shit today, so I will try again tonight. Hopefully the words "MOMMY...Mommy...Mommy." will have floated away into the night at least until the sun comes back up tomorrow.

@Mrs. P You are a fucking star babe! I can see this really happening, can't you? I bet Rob is reading this right now, saying..."I gotta check out this link to Twibite....I'm gonna get me a Mrs.!"

Oh, and my Twibite post is in your mail box!

TwiWeasel said...

@ TLR - Awwwww....thanks! Bragging always looks better when it comes from someone else! LOL! I'd never mentioned that to anyone here, no. Thanks for outing me! (((HUG)))

TwiWeasel said...

@ Lisa - You did not bring the CFF to a screeching halt...Rob's just enjoying himself. Margaret will walk funny tomorrow.

NibbleitPattinsonakaNebilet said...

His tongue darted out and margaret let loose a low growl, she could feel robs face lift in a grin then drop as he sucked her clit into his mouth. His Tongue flicking in and out. Margarets hips pushed against his face and Robert murmured "slowly my love don't rush this" In reply Margaret ground againt him and was met with a chuckle. He nipped at her thigh and pushed 2 long fingers between her wet lips thrustingthen curling in to find her magic spot, his tongue still lapping at her clit. Her hips met each thrust and as she felt the familiar tightening in her stomach Rob suddenly stood up deftly undoing his jeans as Margaret wailed bereft.
"Hush, look at me" he commanded. Margaret lifted her head to see Robert naked in front of her, eyes as wide as can be as she took in his form. "I hope you're not disappointed, only you seemed to doubt my equipment" he smiled at her.
Margaret grinned and said I will never doubt Nibbles psychic ability again.
"Ahh Nibbles" laughed Rob " I have an appointment with her when she is better but right now I have an appointment with you"
Margaret gasped as Rob stroked his cock pulling the foreskin back and running his thumb over the tip " now where were we" he asked as he pushed against Margarets wet folds

thecoldshower said...

I would totes read this but srsly after the OprahShow yesterday I can't handle more Rob HAWTNESS... Sorry girls.

p.s. ok fine I still read it and now I need a cold shower...again...thanks...

Dangrdafne said...

If you came here today looking for the Friday Fun Five, please note that it is being hosted by little old me at http://dangrdafne.blogspot.com

Please visit and answer the great questions from Tongue Twied.

TwiWeasel said...

@ Stan - Sorry for the premature blogulation... Mary told me to go for it. (but I already had.)

@ All - Come on, people...I need your input. I will actually finish this one-shot some day.

@ Nibs - Heal fast, you have an appointment to keep.

Kelly said...

OK Seriously.. Why the fuck am I the next stop on the train after that post.. I mean ... umm... fuck.. ok.. wait.. what the hell did I post about.. something cute and sweet I'll bet! what... that.. I need a drink and a amoke.. and I don't smoke!

XOXO
Kelly

TigerlilyRose said...

As Rob plunged into Margarets sweet wet spot, she let out a scream of pleasure. She arched her back and pressed her ridged nipples against his bare chest.

"OOOHHHHHHH...." she sighed. With a chuckle, Rob began his assault. He thrusted hard against her making her think she was going to shatter with the shear pleasure he was causing.

"Margaret, you are a dream." it was Margaret's turn to chuckle, as she was pretty sure she was dreaming. She feared she would wake up drooling on her laptop and have to peel her panties off of her soaking wet pussy. Then she heard him sigh with the bliss he was feeling within her folds and she knew she didn't care if it was a dream or not. She wanted to hear him sigh again. She wanted to feel his hot cock thrusting in and out of her with wild abandon. At that moment she turned her thought processes off and just began to feel.

She looked into his eyes and they sparkled with passion and lust for her. She wrapped her legs around his slim, chiseled waist and her arms around his neck. Her hands snaked their way through his wild hair. She bit gently on his neck, enjoying the moan it instigated. Her kisses were a hot trail down his neck. His rhythm increased. She felt a shudder and heard the thunder in her head and suddenly the lightning flashed. Her orgasm shook her to her core, making stars appear in front of her eyes. "AWWWW, Robert!" She screamed.

As she came down from her high, panting and shivering all over her body. She felt him pull away from her, only to realize he wasn't done with her yet. He gently turned her around and with a gently push to her back bent her over the desk....

TwiWeasel said...

@ Kelly - Oh fukckity fuck fuck...I forgot to put the blog train linky thing in. Shit!

@ All...go see Kelly after this stop!

TwiWeasel said...

@ TLR...Ohhhh...nice one! I'd love to take it from there, but as I'm still at work, I probably shouldn't. They frown on writing (and reading) porn while on the clock. *pout*

TwiWeasel said...

Oh, hey look. Stan fixed my fuck up! @ Stan - you are totally awesomesauce. There's a reason I don't run this thing...

rpfangirldc said...

I could finish your awesome fic, but I could never say it out loud. LOL Loved the story!

Can I just add, that it is too cute you call Rob, The Precious!

TwiWeasel said...

@ rpfangirldc - go ahead and finish it! Then email it to me. I'm totally willing to share credit!! Besides, no one ever said we were going to have a reading (out loud).

Oh, and BTW...they had to explain "The Precious" to me since I've never seen/read Lord of the Rings.

Stan said...

RL has been a pain this week and I didn't get chance to play with this.

Ho's who may have found the Community FanFic for the first time this week thanks to the Blog Train, we do it every Thursday, so come back and have a go at adding something sometime!