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| The Small Hours; Lars/OFC - het. One shot. Smut | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: February 6, 2013, 10:21 pm (777 Views) | |
| kirkhammettismyman | February 6, 2013, 10:21 pm Post #1 |
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I was just a name in your little black book.
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For Zel ************ She was everything he had ever dreamed of. Tall, leggy, dark, beautiful. She had an air of sophistication about her. She seemed not to notice him, she didn't give a damn who he was. And that excited him. They sat across the bar from each other. She chatted idly with the bar tender, must of known him or something, while he sat cradling in his drink wishing she would notice him. Why didn't she notice him? Normally he was Mr Confidence. Nothing and no one held him back. But she made him feel 2 foot small. And he hated it. She was beautiful. She laughed and flicked her dark mane of hair back from her face in one elegant move. She looked his way and he wanted to melt into the ground. She looked through him and her eyes bore deep into his soul. He had never felt like this around any woman before. Suddenly she was beside him. Out of nowhere she had positioned herself right beside him. Palms sweaty, heart racing, he had to play it cool. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon. "Hey, I'm Lindy," she said with a smile. "Oh hey I'm-" he began to respond. "I know who you are," she grinned. And then she winked. He couldn't stand it. "You here alone?" "Oh yeah I was here with the boys but they seem to have disappeared or something," he replied his Danish accent seeming out of place in what was a pretty typical southern bar. In fact he felt completely out of place. He still couldn't believe he'd been ditched! "Do you want some company?" she asked. She sat down next to him on a bar stool. He bought her a beer and they chatted. It was all bullshit really. She wanted to talk to him and he just wanted to tear her clothes off. There he was, single, on tour, out for a night of fun, looking at possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and instead of tearing each other to pieces they were talking about.. the upcoming election? The weather? MTV? "So, are you from around here then?" he asked. And she nodded. Just up the street apparently. She had an apartment. It was only small though, just a studio apartment. Nothing fancy. He nodded along, imaging the things he would do to her. She was classy, she didn't speak a lot but when she did he shut up and listened. She was dignified. Not like the groupies who threw themselves at him. Which certainly was a perk, but there was fun in the chase. And she wasn't letting on what her intentions were. So they sat and they drank, round after round, drink after drink. He was beginning to think he was getting nowhere but he no longer cared. He was relaxed in her presence. He was relieved to find out she too was a smoker, and he shared his cigarettes with her. They joked and laughed, she either found him funny or was being very polite. Either way he didn't care. The hours wore on and the bar tender called last drinks. Suddenly, he didn't want to go. He wanted her number, he wanted to see her again. He fiddled around in his pockets looking for a pen and a paper. With a smirk she told him that she had plenty to write on at her place. She took him by the hand and stood up, standing a full head above him, she asked if he wanted to go with her. His face was frozen in place. He couldn't think of anything else he'd rather be doing. She wasn't joking when she said it was just up the street and it wasn't long before they were ripping each other's clothes off. They didn't even make it in the door before she began kissing him and pulling at his shirt. The buttons came apart easily and slipped down and off. He ran his hands over her back, flicking her bra off in one clean movement, and pulling her shirt over her head. She reached into his pants to get him going but he was already there. He unbuttoned his pants and lifted her up against the wall. Pushing her skirt up, no underwear, perhaps she wasn't as classy as he had first thought. A single moan escaped her lips as he entered her, thrusting upwards and hard. She dragged her hands across his naked back. They moved around the apartment, the couch, the floor, the kitchen table, and finally the bed. He was a generous and considerate lover. She was perfection in every way. The finished, together. She lay on the bed, a smile of pure delight on her lips. He pulled his clothes on noting the sun pouring in through the open window. Morning. He had to be going. He had interviews and meetings scheduled for the entire afternoon and he'd have to get at least some sleep. She let him use the phone and he called a cab. "Can I see you again?" he asked. She smiled and wrote something on a slip of paper, folded it neatly and placed it in his hand. "Next time you're in town," she winked. He walked out and stood on the corner waiting for a cab smoking a cigarette. He climbed into the car and got halfway down the road before he took the paper from his pocket and opened it. You were everything I ever imagined. No number. In an instant he was built up and crushed. He contemplated turning back and banging down her door. But what would it matter. Besides, there were other girls waiting in the next town. |
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| Sol | February 7, 2013, 10:47 am Post #2 |
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Frantic
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I can't wait to see what will happen in the next updates. It seems great and a pretty good start! I really enjoyed it.
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| lusy_orion | February 7, 2013, 1:52 pm Post #3 |
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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Love it,thank you!
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| GreenHell | April 9, 2013, 2:12 am Post #4 |
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Bad Seed
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This was great! Good, quick read.Totally could see something adding on to this, but it ends very nicely and quite humorously right there. ![]() Good work! |
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Good, quick read.
8:41 PM Jul 10