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The List
By:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
NC-17, but not quite yet.
Vam of course
Don't know, don't own, don't remind me >.<
Dedicated to
crimsonyght666 for her unending support and her fabulous church fic that inspired my own little church idea :)
This is the first of many, I think.
My jaw drops as I scan the paper handed to me by my lover. No, no, and definitely not.
"So. What do you think?" What do I think? What do I think? I think that if I submit to my Bammie this time I'll spend the next ten years of my life paying off public indecency fines.
I clear my throat as I hand him back his "List of Places I Want To Do It", very subtly named, I should add.
"I think that some of them will be rather difficult to achieve, Bam." He looks crestfallen, those big blue eyes dropping to the ground as his bottom lip trembles. Oh fuck, he just had to go with the pout, didn't he.
"...But I'm sure we'll figure something out." His face shoots back up to mine and he grins brilliantly, jumping towards me to wrap his strong arms around my neck and give me a kiss I'll never forget as long as I live.
Damn if that kiss wasn't worth it, but man I hope I don't regret this.
"So, where to first?" Somewhere decently private, if you please.
"What day is it?" Oh shit. It's Sunday.
"...Sunday. Why?"
"Well then, put on your best gear, looks like we're going to church in an hour." I nod in defeat, setting him back on the floor and walking like a man condemned to my room to dress the part. Not like I won't be after today anyway.
I slide my legs into a pair of black dress slacks and button up my nicest red shirt, fixing my hair and applying eyeliner as I slip my feet into a pair of beaten up dress shoes. Ah well, passable I guess.
I walk out of my room and down to the living room and nearly swallow my tongue. OH.MY.FUCKING.GOD.
Grey slacks hug his muscular legs and a pretty white button down is draped over his sexy shoulders, stretching taut over his arms and fuck if I don't go breathless when I realize he's wearing lip gloss to make him look younger. What has he got planned, my sinfully clever lover? Why exactly are we going in an hour instead of now, while the church is in session?
He blows me a kiss with those sexily shining lips and I forget my own name, much less my worries. Well, whatever he's thinking will suffice I suppose.
We lay on the couch and cuddle in front of some cheesy comedy for a while, but when the clock strikes the next hour, he's up and out the door, beckoning to me to follow him. We pile into his Hummer and drive down to the nearest church, not saying a word to prepare the illusion.
When we arrive, he pulls me close and for a second I think we're going to start before we even walk into the building, but no, all he does is whisper in my ear what I'm supposed to do.
I swallow hard. Okay, that's doable, I guess, if a little difficult. I step behind the podium and open the Bible, watching as he sits in a pew close to the front and unbuttons the top button on his shirt, loosening it and giving me a saucy glance.
I close my eyes for strength and shakily begin to read.
***
The next chapter will be the actual fantasy in the church as soon as I work the details out, k? Comments are love, darlings!
By:
slasher48/
bad_bad_books
NC-17, but not quite yet.
Vam of course
Don't know, don't own, don't remind me >.<
Dedicated to
crimsonyght666 for her unending support and her fabulous church fic that inspired my own little church idea :)
This is the first of many, I think.
My jaw drops as I scan the paper handed to me by my lover. No, no, and definitely not.
"So. What do you think?" What do I think? What do I think? I think that if I submit to my Bammie this time I'll spend the next ten years of my life paying off public indecency fines.
I clear my throat as I hand him back his "List of Places I Want To Do It", very subtly named, I should add.
"I think that some of them will be rather difficult to achieve, Bam." He looks crestfallen, those big blue eyes dropping to the ground as his bottom lip trembles. Oh fuck, he just had to go with the pout, didn't he.
"...But I'm sure we'll figure something out." His face shoots back up to mine and he grins brilliantly, jumping towards me to wrap his strong arms around my neck and give me a kiss I'll never forget as long as I live.
Damn if that kiss wasn't worth it, but man I hope I don't regret this.
"So, where to first?" Somewhere decently private, if you please.
"What day is it?" Oh shit. It's Sunday.
"...Sunday. Why?"
"Well then, put on your best gear, looks like we're going to church in an hour." I nod in defeat, setting him back on the floor and walking like a man condemned to my room to dress the part. Not like I won't be after today anyway.
I slide my legs into a pair of black dress slacks and button up my nicest red shirt, fixing my hair and applying eyeliner as I slip my feet into a pair of beaten up dress shoes. Ah well, passable I guess.
I walk out of my room and down to the living room and nearly swallow my tongue. OH.MY.FUCKING.GOD.
Grey slacks hug his muscular legs and a pretty white button down is draped over his sexy shoulders, stretching taut over his arms and fuck if I don't go breathless when I realize he's wearing lip gloss to make him look younger. What has he got planned, my sinfully clever lover? Why exactly are we going in an hour instead of now, while the church is in session?
He blows me a kiss with those sexily shining lips and I forget my own name, much less my worries. Well, whatever he's thinking will suffice I suppose.
We lay on the couch and cuddle in front of some cheesy comedy for a while, but when the clock strikes the next hour, he's up and out the door, beckoning to me to follow him. We pile into his Hummer and drive down to the nearest church, not saying a word to prepare the illusion.
When we arrive, he pulls me close and for a second I think we're going to start before we even walk into the building, but no, all he does is whisper in my ear what I'm supposed to do.
I swallow hard. Okay, that's doable, I guess, if a little difficult. I step behind the podium and open the Bible, watching as he sits in a pew close to the front and unbuttons the top button on his shirt, loosening it and giving me a saucy glance.
I close my eyes for strength and shakily begin to read.
***
The next chapter will be the actual fantasy in the church as soon as I work the details out, k? Comments are love, darlings!