I read Blossoms and Barbells by ilsuocantante a loooong time ago for the Tatward and Inkella O/S contest. As I was perusing my ginormous fanfic file, the name popped up and I was like, "THAT'S IT!" And rereading it again to pick my teaser - well, I can tell you - it will also leave you laughing. Some of the one-liners are absolutely hysterical!
This is a B/E fic - Bella's a mouthy little thing, and well, Edward just can't get enough of her. There's a lot of gorgeous body work in this fic too - so that's kinda fun. But really, the lemons are hawt, the dialogue is fast paced and fun - and some scenese are really just comedic gold.
The woman who opened the door was... stunning, and my annoyance dissipated almost immediately. She was small in stature, but the persona she projected made her seem larger than life. She had dark hair cascading in messy waves, with streaks of blonde and red framing her heart shaped face. She had a Marilyn piercing on the left side of her face, right above her full lips. The juxtaposition between her innocent looking features and the steel ball nestled against her porcelain skin was impossibly sexy. Her eyes were coffee colored, framed with dark lashes and shadow. She was wearing a pair of tiny red shorts and a white tank top that left little to the imagination, but fueled quite a few fantasies. And as if that wasn't enough, she had on knee-length tube socks. I don't know why I found them sexy instead of ridiculous, but I had a hard time not staring at her legs... which was pretty fucking insane considering her tits were practically eye fucking me through her shirt.
She returned my shameless up and down perusal, taking in my khakis, white dress shirt and loosened tie with a quirk of her full lips.
"Thanks, but I've already heard the good news and to be honest I wasn't all that impressed," she said in a surprisingly husky voice that shot straight to my dick, despite the fact that she was clearly mocking me.
What the fuck does that even mean?
"Isn't it a little late for you to be out tending your flock, brother?" she asked with a mocking grin.
She thinks I'm some fucking Jehovah's Witness?
"Funny," I deadpanned, back to being annoyed with my clearly douchetastic neighbor. Even if she was smoking hot. "Actually, the good news is that I'm your new neighbor. Congratulations. The bad news is that I'm going to need you to stop whatever it is you're doing so loudly at nearly midnight on a Wednesday."
Her mocking grin immediately fell into a scowl. "It's not a crime to hang pictures in your own place."
I had to admit, her sneer was borderline cute, but I was in no mood to deal with some random mouthy broad tonight. Even if she did have legs up to her eyeballs. "No, it isn't. But it should be illegal to be bitchy enough to completely disregard common courtesy."
"Did you just call me a bitch?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing and her face suffusing with color.
Shit. "No, but it's not my fault if my statement hits home."
"Dick," she muttered.
I had to smirk. "The biggest."
One corner of her mouth lifted at that, and I could see the reluctant amusement come into her eyes even as she rolled them at me and muttered, "bastard" under her breath.
And now for a little taste of the sexy...and yes, it's hand-man love - You have to read the fic to get the B/E loving!
I braced one hand on the shower wall in front of me and let the steaming water cascade over my head, hoping it would help to clear it. I couldn't get the image of Neighbor Girl - fuck, I didn't even know her name - out of my head. I'd never experienced this sort of instant attraction to anyone before, and it was unnerving. More so because I wasn't even sure I particularly liked her - or, I shouldn't like her in any case. I didn't know why I found her caustic banter amusing and arousing rather than offensive and obnoxious, but I couldn't help the thought that there was something beneath it; a sweetness hidden by the trappings of sarcasm and steel.
I thought of her dark hair, so sexy and tousled, framing her innocent looking face. The porcelain skin and the pink blush that always seemed to suffuse her cheeks at some point when we spoke. The full red mouth that was tantalizing whether it was sneering or smirking. The steel nestled against her skin, shifting as she spoke or smiled and making me wonder what it would feel like pressed against my skin as we kissed. Which made me think about what she would taste like. Would she taste as she smelled? Vanilla and strawberries; feminine and sultry. I groaned as my dick twitched at the thought.
I fisted my twitching length, feeling my cock pulse within my hand. I stroked myself slowly as I recalled the husky timbre of her voice and the unexpected girlishness of her laugh. My pace quickened and my grip tightened as I thought of the tattoo running the length of her inner thigh and allowed myself to fantasize about what it could be. The dark and twisted shape was so cryptic, the air of mystery surrounding it only serving to fuel my fantasies. It was so fucking hot and all I could think about was gliding my tongue up its shape, tasting her creamy thighs and continuing upwards until my tongue was buried in her pussy.
I moaned at the thought, my pace becoming frantic. I gripped my aching cock, stroking hard and fast, twisting my palm on the upswing to brush my swollen head. I felt the steel beneath my palms, the twin barbells embedded in my skin shifting with each pass of my hand, rubbing the sensitive skin on the underside of my head. My dick swelled in my hand at the sensation and my balls tightened almost painfully as I released and shot a long stream of cum against the shower wall. I stood braced against the wall, my legs trembling and my chest heaving.
Fuck.
I hadn't come that hard from self-service in... maybe ever. I felt drained, the tension in my limbs assuaged, the exhaustion I'd felt when I first arrived home returning in waves, weighing heavily upon my spent body. I quickly finished up my shower routine and got into bed with the hope that I'd jerked the strange desire for the girl next door out of my system. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. And dreamed of dark hair and pale limbs writhing above me.
I know, I know! I feel like I totally twat-blocked you. BUT - I can't tease the B/E loving - because this is where they literally unwrap themselves, and tell the stories of their tats....and as they open up they get a little bit closer to each other...both physically and emotionally - and I just can't break that up. :)So go read - it's a one shot - it's short and sweet and really hawt!!!
You can also find Ilsuocantante as wearingwords on Twitter. She's also the author of MANY more well known fics - so go check her profile out too!
No comments:
Post a Comment