Happy Friday, dear reader!!! As you read this I'm scurrying all over my house, as only a pushy little fox can, furiously cleaning for the arrival of my lemon sister. That's right, in only a few short hours, uhyesplease will be standing here, in the very living room where I write my posts. I'm so very excited!!!!!BUT, that's not what I want to talk to you about today, dear reader. Nope, today, I want to tell you about a little story I found. It's called Sold, Sight Unseen and it's by quothme. This story was so compelling, I read it in a few short hours, even though it's 10 chapters long. I actually stumbled upon it because quothme is the beta for Monday's MmmmmmMonday pick, Put A Ring On It by WhatsMyNomDePlume.
WMNDP gives a shout out to her beta in her author note and I love betas, my own in particular, because I have a great affection for anyone who donates their time and navigates the murky waters of helping someone they've almost never met in RL polish their work. Not an easy task and generally under appreciated by fandom at large. So, whenever an author gives a shout out to their beta, I like to check said beta out. Boy am I happy I did!!!
The first thing I noticed on her author page was that she writes a story, Type O Negative, that I have heard bantered about in fandom but haven't got a chance to read. Then I noticed she had a link to B'Ellanna in a bikini in reference to her story, Sold, Sight Unseen.
As soon as I saw this picture, the Star Trek geek in me DEMANDED that I read this fic. I just had to find out how B'Elanna Torres, one of my favorite Star Trek: Voyager characters (and yes, I realize I'm admitting to not only being a Trekkie, but enough of one to have favorite characters on one of the more obscure spin offs), wound up in a fanfic about Twilight.
I could not be happier that I did! This story is witty and engaging and pulled me in immediately! The premise is so beguilingly simple: Edward, on a whim, dials a random number; a number that happens to belong Bella. They talk. A friendly phone relationship ensues. And the next thing I know, I'm head over heels in love with these characters and their lives are moving inexorably toward one another and it's all over the phone!!!!
So let me show you just how sexy, funny and great this T rated fix is (note this section is from Chapter 5):
I say, "So how does this whole thing work?"
"Would you believe me if I told you I've never given a virtual foot massage before?"
"I would. I haven't received one before, either."
"Then we're in uncharted territory here."
In more ways than one.
We're quiet.
I remain standing awkwardly in the deserted stairwell.
"Okay," Edward says, expelling a breath.
This is it.
He's taking the reins.
"I need you to sit down on the stairs and get comfortable."
"Okay," I say, and do just that. Thankfully, I'm wearing slacks today and not one of my pencil skirts. "I'm sitting and am comfortable."
I notice that he doesn't ask what I'm wearing, and I think I can understand why.
"Take off your right shoe."
I unbuckle my pump and slip out of it. Already, my foot feels better.
"No socks?"
"No."
Edward's breath hitches.
"Okay," he says. "If I were there right now, I would pull your foot into my lap. I would start by massaging the balls of your foot with my thumbs. Can you do that?"
"Yes." As I use my own thumbs to massage the balls of my foot, I imagine my thumbs are his.
My breath hitches.
"Then I would rub my thumb along the underside of your arch, applying just enough pressure for you to feel it."
My thumb does exactly as he says.
"Now I grip your heel and gently squeeze."
I gasp.
"Then I rub small circles around your ankle," he says.
"Up your ankles higher," he says.
"And up the backs of your calves, just so they don't feel left out."
Some of my other body parts are feeling very, very left out. Oddly, the thought of someone happening to wander into the stairwell makes this all the more arousing.
"Now back to your feet, to your five little toes."
Is it weird that I love the sound of him talking about my little toes?
"I pull apart each toe, checking to make sure that each one is not bruised, pulling gently on each one, until I get to the pinky toe."
Edward's voice is very, very low.
"And then I would…um…kiss the pinky toe."
I stifle a moan.
"Then I press your whole foot in between my two hands, pressing and rotating slightly to make sure everything is loose.
"I put your foot back down against the cool of the stairs."
My skin is fire; the concrete of the stairs is ice.
We sit for a second.
Then he says, "And we start on the next one."
Dear Lord.
The cycle repeats.
When he's finished, when both of my feet have been thoroughly touched, each pinky toe kissed, and each foot laid gently back on the concrete, we sit still.
We're quiet.
My body is heavy, is fairly flowing down the stairs.
"Edward?" I'm breathing a little too hard.
"Yeah." He's breathing a little too hard.
"That was the best foot massage I've ever received."
He's quiet.
"Thank you," I say because there's nothing else I can say.
"You're very welcome."
I think, just for one second, that he's about to say something else.
He says, "I hope you have a good rest of the day."
That's not what I thought he was going to say.
We hang up without saying goodbye.
Now some of you may be sitting there saying, "Seriously? Virtual foot massage?" But for me, what was so erotic about this scene was not the body part being touched (although I still say a good foot massage is a great bit of foreplay), but about the intimacy of the moment. And how this moment brings Edward and Bella's relationship to a totally different, completely physical level.
So please, go check this sweet little story out. You won't be disappointed! And if you love her writing as much as I do, check out her other completed T rated story, Type O Negative and her WIP M rated story, Awake In The Infinite Cold.
Enjoy!!!
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