Friday the 13th // Four Part Strings In B Minor // Part 1 of 1
Title: Four Part Strings In B Minor
Fandom: Friday 13th
Rating: T
Word Count: 310
Summary: Jason Voorhees has posessed him, and now he's stalking the social networking hub of the internet.
Other: 31_days 10/16/06. Yes. I went there.
you looked better on myspace
*
"He's hot," Casey said, then, "It's just a hookup, god, no big deal."
Her roommate raised an eyebrow. The other woman's lip twitched briefly with disapprobation; she sipped her coffee delicately.
"It's no big deal," Casey said again. The toaster cracked and her pop-tart jumped out, cherry filling oozing out of the broken corner. Casey flinched.
Maryann said, "No biggie, sure, whatever. I'll crash at Dawn's or something."
*
Maryann clicked the door shut as Casey applied shimmery purple eyeshadow in the bathroom. She rolled her eyes and primped, giving one of her dangling spiral curls an investigative tug. She adjusted her breasts in her bra, then stood back, self-satisfied.
*
He was hot. Troy licked alfredo sauce off of his lips in a slow, painfully languorous motion. He played with his napkin, then smirked across the table at her.
Every drop of blood in Casey's body chose that moment to migrate between her legs. She throbbed. She imagined Troy throbbing and let her eyes flutter closed for a moment. "So, ah," she said. She picked up her wineglass and swirled it like she knew what she was doing.
"I didn't know if it would bother you," Troy said, "but I got us a room. Here. Penthouse suite. The walls are soundproof."
Casey purred, low in the back of her throat. "Did you now?"
Troy smirked. Hot.
*
He had her tied to the bed. Casey ran her tongue over her teeth. The music was loud, some weird classical stringy shit.
"Seven hundred thread count sheets," Troy said. There was something in his voice she couldn't place.
"Give it to me, baby," she growled.
"I need a minute," he walked to the bathroom. The door snapped shut. When it opened again, he was wearing an old hockey mask and gripping a machete.
"Oh," Casey said, "you're kinky."
The strings crescendoed.
Fandom: Friday 13th
Rating: T
Word Count: 310
Summary: Jason Voorhees has posessed him, and now he's stalking the social networking hub of the internet.
Other: 31_days 10/16/06. Yes. I went there.
you looked better on myspace
*
"He's hot," Casey said, then, "It's just a hookup, god, no big deal."
Her roommate raised an eyebrow. The other woman's lip twitched briefly with disapprobation; she sipped her coffee delicately.
"It's no big deal," Casey said again. The toaster cracked and her pop-tart jumped out, cherry filling oozing out of the broken corner. Casey flinched.
Maryann said, "No biggie, sure, whatever. I'll crash at Dawn's or something."
*
Maryann clicked the door shut as Casey applied shimmery purple eyeshadow in the bathroom. She rolled her eyes and primped, giving one of her dangling spiral curls an investigative tug. She adjusted her breasts in her bra, then stood back, self-satisfied.
*
He was hot. Troy licked alfredo sauce off of his lips in a slow, painfully languorous motion. He played with his napkin, then smirked across the table at her.
Every drop of blood in Casey's body chose that moment to migrate between her legs. She throbbed. She imagined Troy throbbing and let her eyes flutter closed for a moment. "So, ah," she said. She picked up her wineglass and swirled it like she knew what she was doing.
"I didn't know if it would bother you," Troy said, "but I got us a room. Here. Penthouse suite. The walls are soundproof."
Casey purred, low in the back of her throat. "Did you now?"
Troy smirked. Hot.
*
He had her tied to the bed. Casey ran her tongue over her teeth. The music was loud, some weird classical stringy shit.
"Seven hundred thread count sheets," Troy said. There was something in his voice she couldn't place.
"Give it to me, baby," she growled.
"I need a minute," he walked to the bathroom. The door snapped shut. When it opened again, he was wearing an old hockey mask and gripping a machete.
"Oh," Casey said, "you're kinky."
The strings crescendoed.