Title: More Fun Than Brawny
Prompt: 18 – Cider/Fireplace/Homesick
Character/Pairing: Jake/Ness
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Showing how convenient being imprint on by a shapeshifter-wolf can be since 2001.
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“Oh crap!” Ness looked at the brown liquid now covering the front of her blouse, neck and chest.
Running to the kitchen for something, anything to mop up the cider she’d spilled, she felt the familiar heat and presence of a large figure shadowing behind her.
Jake caught her hand, poised to dab the wetness at the front of her shirt. He whispered, glancing around to make sure they were alone in the crowded house of holiday party attendees.
“Let me get that for you…” Licking a trail from the swell of her breasts in her low-cut shirt, over her collarbone, pausing to bite her earlobe.
Well, ahem, happy holidays.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Teaser - The Neighbor Chapter 4
Jake drug his eyes over my body hungrily. This was not the dress of someone not planning to get fucked.
I had carefully planned this dress to get fucked and fuck him.
He cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips, stopping his gaze at my royal blue cotton-covered nipples.
"You..." he swallowed, "You're not wearing a bra."
I gasped almost audibly. Five words. Five fucking words and I was on my back on his couch with that dress pushed downward to my waist and pushed upward exposing my thighs. His mouth was on me hot, and heavy and I knew that if he kept licking and sucking my nipples like that, I would cum and he hadn’t even touched the wetness between my thighs.
I moaned, arching my back, pushing my body toward his mouth, urging him on with my fingers in his hair. He roughly pushed my panties to the side and pushed his middle and index fingers into me, his mouth never leaving my nipples.
"Fuck..." I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut in the dim darkness of his living room. I instinctively began clawing at his shirt, trying to force it up and over his shoulders, just as I began working on the fly of his jeans; my phone's shrill ring broke the rhythm of our quiet pants and measured movements.
"Damnit..." Jake sighed, sitting back as I maneuvered under him, then rose to reach for the phone nestled in a side pocket of my purse.
"Heh...Hello?" I was still panting and breathless from Jake's hands and mouth on my body.
"Hey babes...Jazz and I are leaving now. We should get there in about ten." Alice smiled through the phone.
"Great." My voice was a strained murmur, as I tried to ignore Jacob now licking his fingers and lips. "We're about to leave now too."
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
WRITING FOR HAITI
In an effort to raise money for Haiti relief, MsKathy is compiling a book of author works (over 200 entries long, so far) for anyone who donates at least $5.00 to the cause.
You guessed it; I'll be donating some work as well, a sexy little o/s I'm working on. GO, NOW! http://mskathyff.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti.html for more details.
Monday, January 4, 2010
TEASER MONDAY - 1/4/09
Check out teasers for Deep Undercover, Stealing Forever, and The Man In Me: Becoming Jacob on The Fictionators Blog
Sunday, January 3, 2010
12 Ways - Chapter 2 - War of the Roses…er…Lilies.
It’s amazing how the smallest things can seem so epic and monstrous and all-consuming.
At the moment, though the hum of his breathing should have been something altogether comforting-a soothing susurration beside me- the steady intake of breath in and out of his lungs indicating that he was still indeed alive should have been something that I welcomed.
Should have.
But, instead, his steady beating heart and breathing in the still quiet of our bedroom amid the early morning light just peeking a sliver of a ray though the heavy black-out curtains taunted me.
No, it laughed at me really.
And with that laughter I flinched and stiffened.
Yes. He was still alive, still well.
And his sporadic mumbles in his sleep, his eyes shifting side to side beneath his eyelids amid his REM slumber caused the most unexpected flair of fury to rise within me.
The volume of his near-silent breathing rose, heightening each wave of sound in my ear, tickling every cilia in my ear canal, thrumming a screeching sound that was so maddening, so tangible that I could almost bite it. Almost crunch it between my teeth.
His breath in that early morning became a nail-splitting, mind-numbing buzz saw.
I felt him in my blood; I heard him in my sleep. He was attached to every sensory function in my body.
He was a part of me.
I tossed and turned for hours, unable to sleep, only to find him beside me, sleeping so peacefully, so soundly, that he barely even moved. The only motion I noticed was the slight twitching of his facial muscles or the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed in the moonlight, then dawning light, which shined on his painfully perfect face.
...his eyes sliding back and forth...and back and forth as he slept.
...the rise and fall of his chest.
I watched him for hours. Hours. KEEP READING
At the moment, though the hum of his breathing should have been something altogether comforting-a soothing susurration beside me- the steady intake of breath in and out of his lungs indicating that he was still indeed alive should have been something that I welcomed.
Should have.
But, instead, his steady beating heart and breathing in the still quiet of our bedroom amid the early morning light just peeking a sliver of a ray though the heavy black-out curtains taunted me.
No, it laughed at me really.
And with that laughter I flinched and stiffened.
Yes. He was still alive, still well.
And his sporadic mumbles in his sleep, his eyes shifting side to side beneath his eyelids amid his REM slumber caused the most unexpected flair of fury to rise within me.
The volume of his near-silent breathing rose, heightening each wave of sound in my ear, tickling every cilia in my ear canal, thrumming a screeching sound that was so maddening, so tangible that I could almost bite it. Almost crunch it between my teeth.
His breath in that early morning became a nail-splitting, mind-numbing buzz saw.
I felt him in my blood; I heard him in my sleep. He was attached to every sensory function in my body.
He was a part of me.
I tossed and turned for hours, unable to sleep, only to find him beside me, sleeping so peacefully, so soundly, that he barely even moved. The only motion I noticed was the slight twitching of his facial muscles or the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed in the moonlight, then dawning light, which shined on his painfully perfect face.
...his eyes sliding back and forth...and back and forth as he slept.
...the rise and fall of his chest.
I watched him for hours. Hours. KEEP READING
THE MAN IN ME: Becoming Jacob - Ch. 7 - Closets and Christenings
I had no idea why, but at that moment, my thoughts settled on my mom.
...well, my six-year-old boy understanding of her, anyway.
She’d be proud of me.
There were only a few memories left in my mind about her - they were all the same, playing in loops around my mind whenever I needed her.
Me, Billy, her and the twins at a summer festival.
Her zipping me into layers and layers of clothing, then into a massive thermal suit on the first winter's snow storm, me just itching to head outside.
Her mutton stew and fry bread.
Her shower of kisses on my face. I'd reluctantly accepted them, later wiping them off in the presence of Embry and Quil. I mean, I was a man.
Mostly though, I remembered my mom’s smile, one that I’ve been told time and time again mirrors my own almost exactly. I like to think that every time I smile, I’m participating in my own little one-man memorial for her.
Those days were some of my best memories of her, though nothing life-changing happened, really. I’m still not really sure of all the specifics, blame it on time and my age then, but I am positive of how I felt; how she made me feel, and it was pure love and adoration.
The stretching road ahead and the overcast sky beckoned me to my new home. Glancing to the right of me - the halo of perfectly messy auburn curls blowing wildly in the wind, the small dimple dotting her left cheek, the tilt of her head as she looked out the passenger window deep in thought - my love for Ness actually intensified, if that’s possible. My heart was so full at the thought she would be taking this journey with me, right there beside me.
More than that though, a pensive smile played at my lips and a realization settled in.
I was happy. KEEP READING
...well, my six-year-old boy understanding of her, anyway.
She’d be proud of me.
There were only a few memories left in my mind about her - they were all the same, playing in loops around my mind whenever I needed her.
Me, Billy, her and the twins at a summer festival.
Her zipping me into layers and layers of clothing, then into a massive thermal suit on the first winter's snow storm, me just itching to head outside.
Her mutton stew and fry bread.
Her shower of kisses on my face. I'd reluctantly accepted them, later wiping them off in the presence of Embry and Quil. I mean, I was a man.
Mostly though, I remembered my mom’s smile, one that I’ve been told time and time again mirrors my own almost exactly. I like to think that every time I smile, I’m participating in my own little one-man memorial for her.
Those days were some of my best memories of her, though nothing life-changing happened, really. I’m still not really sure of all the specifics, blame it on time and my age then, but I am positive of how I felt; how she made me feel, and it was pure love and adoration.
The stretching road ahead and the overcast sky beckoned me to my new home. Glancing to the right of me - the halo of perfectly messy auburn curls blowing wildly in the wind, the small dimple dotting her left cheek, the tilt of her head as she looked out the passenger window deep in thought - my love for Ness actually intensified, if that’s possible. My heart was so full at the thought she would be taking this journey with me, right there beside me.
More than that though, a pensive smile played at my lips and a realization settled in.
I was happy. KEEP READING
Stealing Forever WON!!
Yep! Thanks to all who voted, read, and reviewed. Writing this story was a labor of love. I'm working on the next chapter as we speak, and will post a teaser sometime tomorrow. READ STEALING FOREVER
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