The Lemon Sisters

Happy birthday to ME!

2010-09-08T23:22:00.001-05:00

Wow!!! I was so overwhelmed with all the love my friends showed me for my birthday, it's taken me two weeks to say thank you! Ok - over 2 weeks, actually.

Part of my thank you is showing off some of my kick ass gifts!!!

From my lovely hubs - who still feeds the obsession as much as he makes fun of it. Also - I'd like to note it's so far my fav of the CDs:

I also got a Kandle! What's that? Well, when your Kindle is backordered, your husband might make you his own version out of a booklight and paper. This was from my hubs, and my dear sweet Betti, also chipped in (for the KINDLE, not the KANDLE, ya dig):

Of course I did get my real Kindle, which should be pimped out by freshly picked Skins from my lemon sister, Onepushyfox, and a cover so i don't bump it into things! You are the BEST!!! BUT! Turns out the new version is smaller! WAAAAAH! So, hopefully i can exacto-knife some magic, or sell these and get a new identical smaller version cuz i LOVE IT SO EFFING MUCH!

Oh my! Yes, I do thank my lucky stars that my real name is Kristen AND it's spelled just like 'hers'. Anntastic over at Twi-fecta sent me this lovely gem:

My twi-bff, MrsVanquish aka Danny_Bookworm, sent me this kick ass CD that was put together because of this fantastic series she started me on...I LOVE IT!!!!! Check out her review:

Oh and Swoooon Alert! Betti sent me this so I can show her off to my RL friends when they pop around to visit. Or maybe to stare at instead of eating my nightly icecream? Swooooooon!
I got totally Cullenized by RaShell, maker of all things cool and funky and artsy! I love it too!

And Greta made two cards for me! One is based on our love of all things wolfy:

And also a little poem she wrote on the new character introduced in the Shiver sequal, Linger. It's a winner for sure!!! Cole is HOOOOOOOOOT!

All my presents were brilliant! Also thanks for all the shout outs on your blogs, FB and Twitter - you all really made my day shine!!!! HUGS AND KISSES!!!! Best birthday EVER!

By the way - next year is my 35th - and I will have a Par-TAY and you all are invited! Cake and G&Ts for everyone!

Happy Birthday to my Lemon Sister!!!!

2010-08-20T00:00:00.003-05:00

Today is the birthday of my one and only Lemon Sister!!!

Uhyesplease, you are a tireless friend!!
You frequently volunteer your time
betaing the writing of others,
cheerleading more than one writer along,
writing your own works
as well as fabulous book reviews on our beloved Bewitched Bookworms
and are, in general,
an all around wonderful woman!

Uhyesplease, I'm so thankful to call you my friend and sister
and I wish you the very best of birthdays
filled with all sorts of lemony debauchery!!!

If you would like to help me celebrate Uhyesplease's birthday on Twitter,
please feel free to add the following ribbon to your twitter icon for the day!

The ribbon, designed by Danny (of course), highlights
three of the most important ways I got to know
Uhyesplease:
because of ....

her love of Twilight (because we all share this here!)...
her asking me to join her as a Lemon Sister (because twi-girls need love too!)...
and her signing up as a bookworm (because literate girls are HOT!)

So please take a moment and send uhyesplease your birthday wishes!
It will definitely make her day!

Happy Birthday, Danny!!!!

2010-08-12T00:00:00.005-05:00

Today is one of our favorite bloggy-girl's birthday!!!

We love Danny so much,
from blog that she writes as Mrs. Vanquish
where she used to tease us with
lovely RPattz videos such as this:

to her latest work as the amazing designer of blogs such as this:

to her MANY fabulous book reviews!

She's so much fun to have around
and we're so very grateful to call her our friend!

Thank you so much
for being such a wonderful friend
and we wish you
the happiest of birthdays,
Danny!!!

If you would like to help us celebrate Danny's birthday on Twitter, please feel free to change your twitter icon to the following for the day!

Love,

Uhyesplease and Pushy

PS - The lovely erikasbuddy was thoughtful enough to pass along this scrumptious present....ENJOY!!!!

OMG

2010-07-02T13:57:00.001-05:00

Uh....

Um.....

HOLY.....

CRAP!!!!!!!

CHICAGO ECLIPSE WAS THE BEST EVER!!!!! Stay tuned for some TLS pics soon.

Pssssst... Guess what?

2010-06-16T21:32:00.004-05:00

Hello my lemon lovers! Out little site has been featured over at TwiFicNews as the Affiliate of the Week!

We've been asked a bunch of questions and have highlighted some of our favorite blog posts and followers - so pretty please check it out!

MMMMMMMonday - Master of the Universe

2010-06-07T22:21:00.008-05:00

I have been such a Lemon Sister-slacker lately.....

But a few things have been keeping me busy.

1. Triathlon Training

This picture is funny because everyone looks so fast! I'm all tortoise, baby!

2. Planning fun events for a big Chicago Trip for Eclipse (15 girls are meeting for this epic event. East Coast, West Coast, Midwest and the South are all present. And even 1 lovely girl from the UK and 2 lovely ladies from Germany! SQUEEEEEE!!!)

3. Betaing my awesome fics (Clementines and Your True Colors)

4. Falling in love with fanfic again.....

My dear Betti has been harassing me about Master of the Universe by SnowQueens IceDragon. She's like: "I know you'd love this one!" "Have you started reading it yet?" "You'd know what I was talking about if you were READING THIS FUCKING FIC!"

And I've heard about this fic from tons of people, including the gals over on Twitarded...I just well, for lack of a better word I'm up to my eyeballs in Fairy books right now (just finished Ink Exchange by Melissa Marr) and I just can't be bothered.

So I was bored one night, not sleeping do to one reason or another and clicked on the link to the blog Betti gave me. THIRTY EIGHT chapters later - it was 3:00 and I sent a rather nasty email to Betti saying something like, "What the hell were you thinking telling me to read this fic! I'm supposed to be sleeping! GAAAAHHHHH YOU ARE EVIL!"

Holy shit you guys - I know most of you have read this - but it's worth it, even if you're falling out of love with fic, to read it. Just start - get to chapter 5. If you aren't up til 3am then just quit reading this blog...cuz it doesn't get any better than this!

Long story short - this is a very AU/AH fic about Edward (the Dom) and Bella (the supposed soon-to-be-accidental-sub). But you know what - whoops - they fall in love. There is mystery, humor, great side characters (I HATE MRS. ROBINSON!) and lemons. Oh wait - I need that bold and in all caps: LEMONS!!!!!!!

Nearly every chapter has them. They are all juicy. They are all hot. Did I mention the chapters are super short! So it's like 1 lemon per 1000 words. It works for me!

So, I know several of you don't like us reccing the multichaptered fics...but this one is worth it AND it's complete - I finished it in 3 days (ok, nights!) of reading. I think there are 87 chapters and a special EPOV outtake. The Epi is coming along shortly....

Here's a little tease:

“After you Miss Swan,” he murmurs, opening the door for me. He looks so casually elegant. I pause, fractionally too long, drinking in the sight of him… oh my… And I slept with him last night, after all the tequila and the throwing up… And he’s still here, and he wants to take me to Seattle, I just don’t understand what he sees in me. I head out the door recalling his words – I’m drawn to you – Well, the feeling is entirely mutual Mr. Cullen, I think, as we both walk in silence down the corridor towards the elevator. As we wait I peek up at him through my lashes and he looks out of the corner of his eyes down at me. I smile and his lips twitch.

The elevator arrives and we step in. We’re alone, and suddenly for some inexplicable reason, possibly our proximity in such an enclosed space, the atmosphere between us changes, charging with an electric, exhilarating anticipation. My breathing alters. His head turns fractionally toward me, his eyes darkest jade. I bite my lip.

“Oh, fuck the paperwork,” he growls and he lunges at me, pushing me against the wall of the elevator and before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his hips… holy shit. His other hand grabs my ponytail and he yanks down, bringing my face up and his lips are on mine. It’s only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening and he takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I have never been kissed like this. My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow erotic dance that’s all about touch and sensation, all bump and grind. He brings his hand up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. I am helpless, my hands pinned, my face held and his hips restraining me. I can feel his erection against my belly… He wants me… Edward Cullen, Greek god wants me. And I want him, here now, in the elevator.

“You are so sweet,” he murmurs, each word a staccato.

The elevator stops and the doors open and he pushes away from me in the blink of an eye, leaving me hanging… Three men in business suits look at both of us and smirk as they climb on board. My heart rate is through the roof, I feel like I’ve run an uphill race. I want to lean over and grasp my knees, but that’s just too obvious. I glance quickly up at him. He looks so cool and calm, like he’s been doing the Seattle Times crossword. How unfair, is he totally unaffected by my presence. He glances at me out of the corner of his eye and he gently blows out a deep breath. Oh, he’s affected alright, and my very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba.

The businessmen exit on the second floor. We have one more floor to travel.

“You’ve brushed your teeth,” he says, staring at me.

“I used your toothbrush,” I breathe.

His lips quirk up in a half smile.

“Oh, Isabella Swan… What am I going to do with you?”

The doors open at the first floor and he takes my hand and pulls me out.

“What is it about elevators?” he mutters, more to himself than to me. I can just about keep up with him because my wits have been thoroughly, royally, scattered all over the floor and walls of elevator three in the Heathman Hotel.

Stay classy out there Lemonland- and drink a mimosa or two, or ten for me around 10:30am Sunday morning when I'm done killing myself out there in a my swim, bike, run!

MmmmmmMonday - The Rest Stop

2010-05-24T00:00:00.003-05:00

So, I know I kind of lost my lemony mojo as of late, but I decided to take a step back and go back to basics. Edward. + Bella. + Sex = Smexy, Smexy Times. And that's what The Rest Stop by evieeden is...smexy times.

Running out of air I threw my head back and he immediately attached himself to my neck, sucking hard enough that I was sure I would end up with a hickey. I ran my fingers through his hair as he moved downwards, gripping the strands of hair tightly as he moved his mouth over my chest and headed towards my breasts.
Suddenly Edward stopped and I raised my head to look at him blearily. He took a step back and then my cami was over my head and I was topless in front of him. Normally I would have felt embarrassed and tried to cover myself up, but this wasn't normal for me in any sense of the word. His fingers trailed over my skin sending shivers wracking through my body.
And then his mouth was on my breasts, alternating between the two as he sucked lightly on my nipples. I was clawing at his head now, pulling his hair sharply, my nails scratching at his scalp. He moaned and the noise spurred me on.
Sliding my hands down his chest I tugged his shirt out of his jeans and jerked it upwards, forcing him to detach his mouth from my chest so I could whip it over his head. His chest was just as defined as I had hoped for and I wasted no time in attacking it, licking and biting my way across the expanse, my fingers tracing the muscles of his abdomen.
Edward groaned again and then pulled me upwards, suctioning his mouth to mine again. As if in tandem we both reached for each others' pants. Struggling with his button fly, I managed to get his jeans open enough to wedge my hand down them and begin to massage his engorged cock.

I have to admit, I do love evieeden's writing!!! So go, check her full story out (written as a birthday present for her friend venis envy, btw) and enjoy some lemony goodness!

Happy MmmmmmMonday, ladies!!

Happy Birthday, my darling Pushy!!!!

2010-05-17T23:36:00.008-05:00

To Pushy, my love,
Happy birthday to my Lemon Sister! I’m so thankful for you, your writing skillz, your ability to make me crack up like no other, and most of all your friendship! I’m so glad to share this little bloggy blog with you and can’t wait to see where this whole twi-obession takes us.

I wish you all the best on your special day!!!!!
Love, UYP

I'm not the only one who wants to give you some birthday lovin':

From: Fragile

Dearest Pushy,
I hope this day is filled with mountains of love and wonderment.
I wish I lived right next door so I could bombard you with hugs,
drag you out to a pub, and force you to love Guinness (*winks*).
You are greatly loved both here in Twi-land and in the real world.
*hugs* *kisses* *and other mussy things*
Forever your friend.
cutie

Happy birthday to the sexiest fox I know!! Hope your day is full of fun,
excitement, and twisted sheets. Have a good one, girl!!

Love,
GRETA

Thanks, Betti, for our super sweet avatars. I love mine! And I love my PUSHY!!!

ps - Greta picked out the super sexy fox and super cute fox - she has amazing photo finder skills!

MmmmmmMonday - SOS!

2010-05-10T06:35:00.007-05:00

Oh dear readers....things are sad in Lemon Land. We think we've lost our mojo. Could it be real life funk? Possibly. Could it be that after a year and a half of Twi-mania, our obsession is starting to wane? Sure. Regardless, we've seen that posting a hot, lemony fic once a week has become a hardship. Work! Not the sweet and tart fun it was nine months ago.

UYP - I agree with Pushy...I'm a procrastinator by nature, but it's really gone too far. Hell, today is my day for MmmmmMonday and I just didn't feel bothered, so asked Pushy to help co-write my SOS post!

So today we're looking for some feedback from our readers. Are you here every Monday, excited to see what new lemony gem we'll find for you? Or are you getting blase about the process too? Are you still devouring fanfic like's it's you're secret stash of ice cream? Or are you no longer enticed by it?

UYP - I'm hoping I'll get back into it when we get closer to Eclipse. But then I wonder that maybe I'm just tired of the same ol' things. Same plots, same stereotypes, same sex scenes...I'm not surprised anymore. What the hell is wrong with me!?

We've noticed that the traffic has remained fairly consistent so we're pretty sure you are all stopping by, we're just not sure we're giving you what you want anymore.

So, drop us a line in the comments and let us know what you think? You know we love to hear from you!

UYP- Yes, pretty please...what can we do to spice things up for you - and in turn, for us??

MmmmmmmMonday - This Private Moment

2010-05-03T00:00:00.000-05:00

This MmmmmmMonday, I decided to slow things down with something a little more romantic. Something sweet. Something smooth. But oh yes, still that hint of lemon! So this MmmmmmmMonday I've picked This Private Moment from Struck Upon A Star. It's a short, sweet, canon fic about the first four times Alice and Jasper make love. *Sigh* Here's the tease:

The first time we make love the world explodes. I mean it. The world. Literally. Explodes.

If our bodies weren't so indestructible, we would never be able to survive this. The force of his hips against mine, the strength I use to grip his hair and pull him to me, the intensity with which we dig our nails into each other's skin—any of these would be sufficient to end both our lives were we not immortal.

As it is, only material things suffer from the force of our explosion. My blue Italian dress is the first casualty as Jasper, in his frustration at not being able to work the various clasps and buttons fast enough, settles for shredding it off of me instead. Jasper's clothes don't fare much better. I try to be patient, I really do. But honestly, why do clothes have to have so many buttons? I give up, and in less than a second, the unrecognizable scraps of his pants and shirt are lying on the floor next to mine.

We make a dent in the wall that's exactly Jasper's shape and size when I press myself against him just a little too hard. Plaster flies everywhere. The bed frame collapses the moment he and I tumble onto the mattress together. The mattress itself reaches its breaking point right around the same time we do, and as we groan into each other's necks, the overtaxed springs rip their way out of the fabric and break several windowpanes in their various flights.

It is over in seconds—ninety-eight of them to be exact.

Hot damn.

Interested in how the other three times go? Check out Struck Upon A Star's great, short story. And don't forget to leave her some comment love!

Enjoy!!!

MmmmmMonday - I Favor Fire

2010-04-26T00:00:00.003-05:00

Hello there my dear, sweet Fanfic Lemon Lovers o' mine!!!!!

Today's MmmmmmMonday treat is I Favor Fire from our very own OnePushyFox! It's a fun little twisty fic which is set in the tent scene in Eclipse. This o/s was written as dare of sorts by me (yes, I'm the 'friend' in the a/n) who mentioned in a chat once that I didn't think people would like a J/B lemon. Mainly because it would piss off all the hard core B/E shippers out there....

And.....

She proved me sooo wrong, cuz people (myself included) LOVED IT!!!!!

Banner by Betti Gefecht

I glided my hands back down to her waist and ran them up under her shirt, groaning into her mouth as I felt the soft undersides of her breasts. She moaned back as I ran my hands up, cupping them, her head falling back as my thumbs grazed her nipples. Impatiently, she reached between us and tore her shirt up over her head. I lowered my mouth to her breasts, sucking the pebble hard flesh into my mouth.

She cried out as I licked it hard, whimpering as my tongue continued to brush her nipple then flick it harshly. When I took it between my teeth gently, she screamed my name and wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing tightly against me. I rocked back into her, reveling in the heat I could feel welling between her legs, reveling in the fact that it was my name she was calling out in the throes of passion.

I continued to descend down her torso, licking her ribs, nibbling my way down to her belly button and beyond. When she realized where I was headed, she began pulling at my hair, as if to stop me, but, honestly, after having a taste of her mouth, there was no way I was going to pass up my chance to taste her very essence. Not unless she specifically said, "No." And while her hands in my hair were saying, "No," her hips were bucking up against me in a pretty convincing, "Yes!"

I worked the button on her jeans with a simple flick of my thumb and swept the denim down over her hips as if it were mere silk. It took all my restraint not to just rip her jeans off her. I could smell her, even through her sweet, white, cotton panties by this point and I was near insane with lust. She smelled incredible…tart like apples, sweet like cream. With a smell like that, there was no way I wasn't going to taste her.

I pushed her jeans all the way off, reaching up to pull her panties off with them. Her hands left my hair to cover herself, but I just batted her hands away, hitching her leg up over my shoulder so that my face was almost buried between her legs. I took one last breath of her intoxicating scent in before I let my tongue tentatively explore her.

One of my fav things about this story is it's the first one she was brave enough to publish. And I'm so damn happy she did! If she didn't, you wouldn't be reading In the Blood, Dazzling, Monster, Pretty Little Lies or Show Some Class....

Hey - speaking of Show Some Class...

VOTING IS UP!!!

We'd love for you to read and review - and vote! Only the top 15 get to the next level and there are TOOOONS of entries. Many of them are awesomely good. So, read a few others, and vote for theirs too.

Doing some good and looking good doing it!

2010-04-23T00:00:00.006-05:00

Yesterday was Earth Day.

So it got me thinking.

I like green things.

Like fresh air.

And clean water.

And Ashley Green:

Oh yes, she is hot! But she's also sweet. She's involved in a charity called Donate My Dress.

It's a lovely charity that helps girls who wouldn't otherwise be able to afford a Prom Dress. She's so incredibly sweet!

But Ashley's not the only Twi-star involved in charity work.

There's Kellan...

Ooops! I meant this Kellan...

who not only believes in adopting animals
but works with families and children who have suffered abuse.

And then there's Peter...

Gosh darnet...THIS Peter...

who we all know is a committed family man and all around nice guy
but also came out to support a not-for-profit organization called
Milk and Bookies that teaches children
how great it feels to give back
while celebrating the love of a good book.

And then there's Christian Serratos....

PETA seriously never looked so good!

By my all time favorite good work has to go to Rachelle Lefevre....

Isn't she adorable???

And, she gives blood. Ironic in light of Twilight, no?

But, if you can, you should
SERIOUSLY
consider giving blood.

I donate blood about six times a year
and have for the past decade.

It's the EASIEST form of charity you can do,
it takes about 30 minutes and

It's as close to being a hero as I ever hope to be.

So be someone's hero.
Go give blood.
Or share your time at a food bank.
Or donate your old clothes to good will.

If for no other reason than it means that you'll be in some fairly attractive company!

MmmmmmMonday - In The Light Of Day

2010-04-19T00:00:00.001-05:00

Good MmmmmmMonday Morning, dear reader!!! It's time to get back to basics with a MmmmmmMonday post that gives us exactly what we think of when we think lemons....

No, not that!

Yes! That's what Mama Pushy is talking about!!

Yes, Edward is back and in full panty melting mode! I am going to mix it up a little this week by having a new Edward/Bella pairing for me: Youngward and Cougarella. Now, I know what you're all thinking... Youngward is not new for The Lemon Sisters! We've already rec'ed Your True Colors, the amazing fic by our unbelievably talented friend, Betti.

BUT! Dear reader! Your True Colors does not boast a Cougarella and today's pick does. *smirks at self serving logic*

Yes, today I wanted to share the extreme hotness that is In The Light of Day by TKegl. In this story, Bella, the Creative Director at an advertising firm, has a rough run of luck. But she decides to turn it all around with a night out on the town with her best friend, Alice. Whom does she find admiring her at the club she and Alice wind up at? None other than the decidedly younger, but still sizzling hot, Edward! What starts out as a one night stand though quickly becomes more when these two are thrown together the next week at work. Awkward? Yes, but in that "I'm so hot for you and want to screw you on top of your desk" kind of way! Here's the tease from the one night stand:

He grabbed my hair, tilting my head up so he could plunge his tongue deep inside my mouth and I continued to stroke him. His hands dropped to my shoulders, hooking his fingers under the straps of my dress, then sliding the silky fabric down my body to pool around my feet in one fluid motion.
Whirling around, he pressed me back against the door, his eyes raking over my body, taking in my black strapless bra and matching satin panties. My hands flew back to the sides of my head with his frantic motion and he took both of them in one of his, holding my wrists firmly over my head.
"Shit," he muttered again as his mouth descended on my satin-covered breast and his hand slid between my legs.
I had to hand it to Alice. The guy definitely knew what he was doing.
He dropped to his knees, pressing his hot mouth over my dampened panties and I writhed, aching for more friction. He slid my panties down my legs, his tongue working insistently as fabric gave way to flesh.
"Jesus," I moaned as he added his fingers to the mix, thrusting deep inside me and twisting to tease my g-spot. I tangled my fingers in his hair and ground against his mouth, finally pausing to pull him up gently.
He looked up at me, his eyes wide and lips wet. "Do you want me to stop?"
"God, no," I groaned. "I definitely want more of that later, but right now I need you inside me… hard… and fast."
He smirked and stood, licking his lips and then his fingers as he kept his eyes locked with mine. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet and as he extracted a condom, my eyes fixed hungrily on the flesh exposed by his low-hanging jeans. He didn't remove them, just rolled on the condom and moved toward me, grasping my hips and taking one, long lick up my neck to my earlobe.
"I can do hard and fast," he said in a gravely voice, before plunging deeply into me.
I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist as his hands went to my ass. His fingers pressed into my flesh demandingly as he pounded me into the door.
"Is this… what… you… want?" he growled in my ear, punctuating every word with a powerful thrust.
I moaned, words escaping me amidst the glowing pleasure curling in my center… twisting tighter and tighter…
"Say it…" he insisted, lifting me slightly to get a deeper angle. "Do… you… like… this… baby?" He was pounding furiously now, demanding my confession.
"Yes… God yes," I managed to mumble through tingling lips.
"Touch yourself," he commanded and I obeyed, trailing one hand to the swollen nub of flesh on fire between us.
"Shit," he growled in my ear. "I'm going to… fuck…"
I felt him begin to pulse within me and that was enough to tip me over the edge. White-hot pleasure shot through my body, radiating out from where we were joined and sizzling like an electric current along every nerve ending. He thrust twice more, then pushed deep, climaxing with a low moan as I rode out my own incredible orgasm.

Oh, yes! Youngward can definitely deliver!! And while this story's a little longer than what I normally recommend (it's just a little over 10K words), TKegl packs it full of so much lust and smexy times that you'll relish every word! The judges sure did, because it won first place in the Cougar Revolution Anonymous One-Shot Contest!

And I happened to find this story because TKegl wrote another amazingly hot one-shot for the Fun With Your Clothes On Contest, called All Aboard. You may remember us mentioning this contest because we also entered it. And voting starts Wednesday, April 21st. Just saying. So definitely check In The Light of Day and All Aboard out, you seriously won't regret it!

Enjoy!!!

What the hale!!!???

2010-04-16T13:31:00.005-05:00

It's Friday!!!!

I had this post started in my head and made the lamo mistake to NOT write it down. And so I'm flipping through my blog roll and realize, "Hey YOU! Yes, you - so called Lemon Sister! You forgot to post!"

GAH!!!

Well, first I have to get some shameless promotion out of the way. When Pushy and I got together for our TLS weekend of shenanigans, we wrote a fun and steamy little one shot for the Fun With Your Clothes On Contest, named Show Some Class. Well, we teased it the other day but now it's posted and will be ready to be voted on to make the first round on April 21! We'd love your vote if you love the story! It's short and sweet and one of the few NON B/E stories.

Oh hell - I'll just tease you again with it:

Every day he watched me walk into debate. His eyes would slowly make their way up my legs, making my skin tingle as if his gaze were a physical thing. Every day at lunch he stood a little too close to me in the lunch line murmuring compliments and endearments in my ear with his seductive voice, no matter how rude I was to him about it. Every day he found a way to show up no matter where I hid once classes were out. Being the daughter of the president of the school meant certain things were expected of me and I certainly couldn't hide out in my room and pray for him to leave me alone. But short of total isolation, I wasn't sure how I was going to get him to stay away.

And if I was honest with myself, I didn't want him to stay away. No matter what I said to him, no matter what pointed barb I threw at him or dirty, disdainful look I gave him, he always smiled his sexy little smile at me, making me weak in the knees and hot all over. When he would brush up against me, it took every ounce of self control I had not to press right back. Watching him practice out on the rugby field, all hot and sweaty and manly made me want to throw him down on the pitch and rub my body all over him. But then I would hear that skank Jessica saying the same thing and I realized what fantasizing over him was turning me into. And I refused to become in any small way like Jessica "I say yes to everyone" Stanley.

So, while I suffered on the inside, on the outside I stayed cool. I remained the ice princess everyone called me behind my back. It didn't matter what my classmates said or thought. All that mattered was that I could look myself in the eye and know I was true to myself. I had plans. I wanted to go to Harvard. I wanted to become a lawyer. Maybe one day go into politics. I wasn't going to get to any of those places being some trampy mattress jockey in a plaid, Catholic school girl skirt.

Yes! So - next week - go read, go vote! We want to make it into the top 15! Wheeee!

Let's see - what else.....

A couple of my favorite stories updated...with some sexy lemony goodness.....

Your True Colors - sigh...Kiddoward. Did you see that Betti actually got a pic of the lovliness who inspired this story!!! Squeeeee!

The Training - by Tara Sue Me: Two words...Phone Sex

Late Night Encounters - by Kyla713: no lemon this time...but super romantic...*sigh*

What smexy updates are you excited about from this week??

Happy Reading!!

MmmmmmMonday - Eager Pupil - More Gleefic!

2010-04-12T00:00:00.002-05:00

Well, hello there!

I had one heck of a time finding another Glee fic - but when I started this one, I was smiling the entire time, had a few LOL moments, and am left begging for more! It's HAWT! COME ON CHAPTER TWO!!!!

Eager Pupil, by Apatija, is a Rachel/Quinn fic...mmmmmm femmeslashy....And basically Quinn is having a problem getting herself off. So it's Rachel to the rescue! I think my favorite part about this fic is how true Rachel's voice is. I'm cracking myself up reading it because I can totally 'hear' her direct Quinn on how to touch herself. See here:

"What are you doing?"

Quinn gaped at her, trying to recover and feeling a little nervous when Rachel locked the door.

"What do you think people do in here Man Hands?"

"No. I know you're masturbating. I want to know what you're doing that's so inefficient. It has become clear to me by your discomfort in class and distraction in glee that you are sexually frustrated. That and I've caught you moaning in the bathroom stalls twice now."

Rachel watched as Quinn's face turned a multitude of colours before settling on purple. She took advantage of Quinn's speechlessness to lean down and jerk the blonde's panties down, ignoring Quinn's squeak of protest.

"Alright. Show me your technique."

All Quinn managed to do was open and close her mouth like a fish out of water. Rachel was unimpressed.

"Very well. I'll try a few things, you focus and make note of what works for you. Apply it when you get home and then please get your singing back up to par. We have sectionals to consider and I am becoming very disappointed in your work ethic."

"Work ethic? I...." Before she could string her thoughts together to form a coherent sentence, Rachel's hand cupped her under her skirt. Quinn gasped.

"Now, you should start by teasing yourself..." She ran the tips of her fingers over Quinn's slit, making the blonde girl's eyes widen. Rachel ignored the way Quinn jerked back into the stall wall and made a strange choking noise.

"Excellent, you're still wet. I was worried you'd aggravate yourself until you ceased lubricating before I got here. Generally you want to make sure you've fantasized and teased yourself to the point where you're nice and slick. It makes the sensations more pleasurable and entrance less painful."

As she said this, her fingers probed soft flesh and explored Quinn's heat.

"Oh God..." Quinn's cheeks reddened and she spread her legs a little, too shocked and turned on to think properly.

"Seriously, take notice of the sensations and what my hand is doing. I think you've skipped exploration. It is vital for a woman to take the time and patience..." she trailed off when Quinn grabbed onto her shoulders, thinking the blonde was about to push her away. Instead Quinn tilted her head back onto the wall and used Rachel to brace herself.

"... to get to know their bodies. It seems your inner lips are particularly sensitive." Quinn had whimpered and started rolling her hips while Rachel caressed her.

"Fuck... Rachel...."

"Well.... I don't know about that. Let's take it a step at a time.

Hey Gleeks! Can't you just HEAR Rachel saying those things???

So go out and get your Glee fic on! Enjoy and I'll see you on our Gleechat Tuesday night. SQUEEEEEEEE!

If you need a season recap before tomorrow THIS is a GREAT one!

The Peach Grove:Glee fics continued...

2010-04-09T00:00:00.003-05:00

For those Glee-ks out there, I know this is old news, but Glee will be back with a new season next Tuesday. And to help all my Glee-ky friends get through the last week before the new season, I went looking for Glee fic.

Now, *confession time* I don't watch the show. I know, I know. Why on earth would I read Glee fanfic if I don't even watch the show? I can't say. I do know that I love my Lemon Sister and Glee fan, uhyesplease, like crazy and when I read her one shot about Puck I about jizzed in my pants. She's not a lemon sister for nothing!

I can't tell you how thrilled I was to include this video clip in today's post!!!

And when I was researching a lemon for last Monday I looked into Glee fanfic and noticed while there weren't a whole lot of lemons available, there was a fair amount of T rated fic. So I checked it out in hopes of continuing this week's Glee theme and I got lucky!

Today's peach is I Don't Care How You Do It (Just Save Me) by ophelia22. It's a great story about Rachel, who constantly goes the extra mile for her glee club, and how the group winds up helping her out, cupid style.

Here's the tease:

"Oh, no you don't, Noah Puckerman. We haven't finished talking about your ridiculous plan."
"It is not ridiculous. My plan is the shit."
"No, it isn't. And if you insist on leading all of those boys astray, you are going to ruin our chances at Regionals."
"You aren't thinking Big Picture, Rach. I'm telling you. It will be eye catching AND show team unity and all that other shit those douchey judges just love."
"No."
"But if you would just..."
"NO."
"But all of the other guys have already agreed! Well, except Kurt. But he doesn't count."
"That only makes it worse! You are corrupting them."
"Well, I didn't hear you complaining when I was corrupting you after school yesterday."
"Noah, under no circumstances are the men of New Directions all getting matching mohawks. Just.... no."
"But, Rach...."
"Noah. Please. I'm serious."
"Fine."
"Really?"
"I guess."
"Do you promise?"
"Yes."
"Cross your heart and hope to die?"
"Rachel, I will stab myself in the nuts with an icepick before I do either of those things."
"Fine. But at least say, I promise not to shave matching mohawks into any other members of New Directions."
"This is fucking stupid, Rachel."
"SAY IT."
"Fine. I fucking promise not to shave awesome matching mohawks into any other fucking members of fucking New fucking Directions."
"That was a totally juvenile rendition, but I will accept that version anyway."
"Whatever."
"Noah?"
"This is lame. I'm gonna go. I'll pick you up in the morning."
"Noah?"
"What? What do you want now? Would you also like me to gift wrap my balls and send them over to your house for breakfast?"
"Ew."
"Then what? What do you fucking want now, Rach?"
"Well....I was just wondering. What are you wearing?"

They style of this one shot is a little different from the narrative type I'm used to. Normally I find long sections of dialog without narration offputting but that definitely wasn't the case in this story. In I Don't Care How You Do It (Just Save Me) I found the fast pace and script-like quality of the writing to be witty and engaging. And I loved the ending where Puck gets his girl.

So check I Don't Care How You Do It (Just Save Me) out and ophelia22 give some love. You can also find ophelia22 at her livejournal account: Scribbles and Unfortunate Musings.

And with that, I'll leave you with the teaser for Glee's season premier next week:

Enjoy!!!

MmmmmmMonday - Bad Behavior

2010-04-05T00:00:00.003-05:00

Ah, fan fic. What a wonderful source of humor and wit, snark and sex. I am continually impressed and grateful at how much good writing is out there, completely free, all about one of my favorite series in the whole world, Twilight.

But I began thinking...I like other series. And other characters too.

For example, Tudors. While not all of you may have seen the Showtime series LOOSELY based on the life Henry VIII, you may have seen these two hotties around:

Henry Cavill is Charles Brandon and Jonathan Rhys Meyers is King Henry

I would DEFINITELY read good, smexy times about either of those men!

Then there's my original vampire love, Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Can anyone say, "Spike?" Nom, nom, nom!!!!

James Marsters is Spike

But I also happen to know that a bunch of our followers are Glee fans. So I thought, oh, wouldn't it be funny to find a Glee lemon for Monday's post? So I went to FanFiction.net and did my search for "lemon" under "Glee" and I got 6 entries. That's right. Six. For comparison, the exact same search under Twilight returned 4,630 entries. Conclusion? We are spoiled!!!

For those of you, like me, who had never even heard of fan fiction before Twilight, it's seems odd but we, as a fandom, are truly blessed with an abundance of good writers. The Twilight fandom has produced so many wonderful stories, and I was surprised to see that the same isn't true of all fandoms.

BUT!

We can remedy that! Because, when I did my little search for Glee, who should pop up in the list of six but my Lemony Lemon Sister, uhyesplease?!?!

That's right!!! For those of you who may have missed it, uhyesplease wrote a SMOKING HOT one-shot set in Glee for bierbeck. An it was so good, the incomparable Betti made a banner for it!!!

And seriously, if you don't watch the show, I just want to show you this picture:

Mark Salling is Puck

Tell me you don't want to read some porn, I mean fan fic, about that man!

That's what I thought! And when you combine that face, with uhyesplease's proven lemon squeezing powers, you get this:

"If you tell me you want me to stop, I will," he said, dipping his lips down to her ear. His breath sparked shivers down her back, but it was the kindness of his words that made her melt. She knew she could say no and he wouldn't push her.

"I don't….I don't….want you to stop," Becky said, breathless and with need.

Puck groaned, his grip on her hips tightening, and his erection pressing even harder into her damp panties. "I can't promise I'll be gentle, but you can trust me," he said, beginning to lick and kiss a path from her ear, and down her neck.

"Don't worry, Puck," she panted as he took her nipple into his mouth, biting down deliciously through her button-down shirt and sheer bra. "I don't want gentle."

Oh I know!!! I didn't even tease the best part! But, it's a really quick read and I just didn't want to spoil it. So go now, read uhyesplease's amazing story written for bierbeck and start your day off right. Then go leave uhyesplease some comment love!

Oh, and one more thing? If ANYONE is interested in writing a hot, hot lemon for Tudors, let me know. Cuz I'd read that FO' SHO'!!!!

Enjoy!!!

Total Fail Friday....

2010-04-01T23:08:00.000-05:00

Did you notice there wasn't a Friday post on my week 2 weeks ago? Why was that? Because I am completely LAME!!!

Here's the sitch....

I think I can find a story in time, then I procrastinate, and then I don't get it done. Yes, I was out of town and at a killer reunion (IN A CASTLE PEOPLE! Ok, not really, just a fancy mansion) getting redonkulously drunk on G&Ts (can you say, BIG G with a tiny little t) and catching up with old friends I haven't seen in fifteen years. It wasn't just your normal high school reunion, but a drama/speech reunion! So super fun.

So here I am, again....Thursday night. Trolling for fics.....

um....

yeah....

And everything I read SUCKS BALLS! And not in a good way.

It makes me wonder....where in the hell are the good fics?? Why is everything either completely unoriginal, doesn't make sense, horribly written (I'm not just talking a your/you're problem here), or disgusting (insert your own gross idea here...I can't even tell you some of the wacked out shit I read)?

WHERE OH WHERE HAS THE GOOD FIC GONE???

So help me out - find me a good T fic...I'll even open my love of one shots to a multichaptered fic. And I'll write this post again and make it suck less.

The good news....I've been reading some great YA stuff....yes, those pesky real books again. Right now I'm finishing Ballad, the follow up book to Lament by Maggie Stiefvater. So there is hope out there.

Now just to find a sweet fic......

I'll be dreaming......

MmmmmmMonday - Lemon SisterpaloozaPart Deux

2010-03-29T07:00:00.000-05:00

If you've been on Twitter since Friday, you'll know that Lemon Sisterpalooza Part Deux was this past weekend. Even though we live about four hours away from each other, Uhyesplease and I like to ditch the kids and get together. And this weekend we had the perfect excuse: Eclipse Premiere in Chicago bar research. Ok, really it was just a flimsy excuse to get together and drink, but we took it and ran with it.

Yes, yes, we squeed, we hugged, we ate some great meals and went to some "interesting" bars (oh the Thai karaoke was SO LOUD!). And of course Uhyesplease brought her camera! So here are the pictures:

Yes, behind Uhyesplease is a wall of liquor.
Obviously this was my favorite bar!

Uhyesplease's flash was SO WICKED BRIGHT!
So no, I don't have a weird tick in my eyes.
I just couldn't seem to keep them open for this picture.

[Note from Uhyesplease:
Of course I had to add Foxy's Mr. Foxy!!!
He can be our TLS mascot!!!]

But it wasn't all liquor induced shenanigans. Nope! We're young, we're free (for the weekend) and we're Lemon Sisters. What do you think we do when we get together for the first time in months? Well before we go drinking, we write p0rn, of course!!!

Yup, before we went out for the evening we decided to sit down and write together. And it was just about the most fun I have ever had! Uhyesplease is so amazingly witty and inspiring and when she said, "Let's write something for that dry hump contest," I of course said, "YES!"

What came next was two hours of giggling, swapping sections and me getting all hot and bothered by Uhyesplease's lemons. I mean holy cow! I had no idea how much fun a girl could have without taking her clothes off but Uhyesplease showed me that there were SO many possibilities. And I'm so glad because our one-shot, Show Some Class was a blast to write.

So without further ado, I'll give you the teaser:

Photo from http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.worldofstock.com

“Come on, Rosie,” he whispered, his lips a few scant inches from my own. “Don’t you ever just want to let go?” My eyes sank shut, knowing how much I desperately wanted to throw my carefully constructed rules and limits out the window. The part of me that was so used to saying no, the part of me that reflexively shot guys down was silent though. The only voice in my head was the part of me that screamed for me to kiss him, to wrap my arms around him and never let him go.

Then his lips brushed against mine and my mind ceased to function at all. With slow, long sweeps, he drifted back and forth, soothing my skittish nerves and lighting a fire low within me. I groaned in defeat and leaned back into him, letting the kiss take me where it may, somehow knowing I would never need to fear Emmett.

He growled and then deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, taunting me, teasing me, driving me mad with the rhythm of his kiss. His arms folded around me, pulling me to him and my hands came to rest on the hot, taut skin of his chest. For a long time we stood there, kissing fiercely, as if it was the only thing holding us to this place and to each other. His kisses were like oxygen and I was greedy for them. But no matter how much we kissed my need never lessened, it only built, until I was burning inside.

While we were writing, Uhyesplease mentioned the following song kept popping up and it's where our title came from:

UYP: I ditto everything OPF said - this weekend was awesome! But will add that she was an awesome hostess - was soooo much fun to hang out with - and is one of the best things that has come out of the Twicommunity for me! She is a class act and I'm so damn proud to write p0rn with her...I mean....call her friend!!! I love you, Pushy!!!!!

The Peach Grove:Sold, Sight Unseen

2010-03-26T00:00:00.002-05:00

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.

Photo respectfully borrowed from 1000 Awesome Things

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!!!

MmmmmmMonday - Put A Ring On It

2010-03-22T00:00:00.006-05:00

Some weeks my MmmmmMonday posts are easy. This week was not one of those weeks. I ran searches, I went through favorites, I came dangerously close to begging uhyesplease to let me punk out because nothing was juuuuuusssssttttt right.

That was until I found THE ONE. You know how you feel when you find the one. You laugh. Your heart beats a little faster. You lean closer to the laptop screen in disbelieving wonder as you read something so lovely, so sexy, so perfect that you know from your head to your toes that you've found a little slice of heaven. And today's selection will give you all of that and more.

My pick for today's MmmmmMonday post is Put A Ring On It by WhatsMyNomDePlume. Written for the "Will You Marry Me?" contest held by the TwiGirls Next Door, this story is the tale of a doggedly persistent Edward who just can't get Bella to say, "Yes." The premise is sweet and funny but it's the writing that makes this story shine. The descriptions make the scenes come alive. The dialog, both spoken and inner, sparkles with wit. And sweet Jesus, even the grammar Nazi won't be able to find a single comma out of place on this baby. It's ABSOLUTELY perfect.

Want proof? Check these bad boys out:

Yeah, that's right! This story won both 3rd place in the poll voting AND judges choice by two of the three judges! Because this story ROCKS!

But seeing is believing, so let me give you a little taste of how much there is for you to love:

The next day, I was sitting at a bar with our friends, Alice and Jasper, when Edward strolled in, a small carrier bag in his hand. Alice, wise to the world, immediately started squealing.

"Oh my god, Edward! What did you get?" Her tiny little voice was as excited as she was, bouncing slightly in her seat.

"Oh, just something that Bella and I talked about yesterday," Edward said. His tone was smooth and slick but I was too busy getting him a Black-and-Coke, his standard bar drink, to notice. The next few words, however, caught my attention.

"What did you and Bella talk about that comes from Tiffany's?" Jasper's low drawl beat Alice to her next question and I looked away from signaling the waitress.

"Yeah, Edward, what did we talk about that… oh no. No. Edward. No, no. No, we talked about this, no," I said, knowing exactly what that cocky, knowing smile on his face was.

"Really Bella? Six no's?" he said, pulling a small blue box out of the matching bag. Alice gasped and Jasper took an audible gulp of his drink.

"I can say 'no' more times if it will get through your stubborn head," I hissed.

"Oh no, Bella. I asked you a question yesterday and I want an answer," he said. With a confident nod, he popped open the box to reveal a beautiful round, brilliant cut diamond ring.

"Oh my god! That's the Jean Schlumberg bud ring with pavé inlay!" Alice exclaimed. All three of us took a moment to stare at her, but her eyes were locked on the ring, unaware of our bewilderment as to how she knew exactly what ring Edward had gotten. "Bella, are you marrying Edward? That's so romantic! Especially since you guys have only been dating—"

"Alice, no," I interrupted her. "Edward's being a jackass. He made a joke about marrying me yesterday and I called him out on it. He kept on insisting that he meant it even though I told him I didn't care and then kept on asking me, even though I said no, and now he's just irritating me."

"First, the whole point of asking you is to show you that I wasn't joking. Hence the fact that I went out and bought a ring! I'd marry you, Bella. I wasn't just making a passing joke," Edward insisted.

"Edward, we haven't even been dating a month. I don't even know when your birthday is!" I exclaimed. I was beginning to get frustrated. Part of me was amused by this whole charade, but part of me wanted him to stop joking about it. Even three weeks in, I was feeling like I wanted everything with him—and I didn't want him to treat marriage as a joke. When it came up, in proper time, I wanted it to be serious. I wanted it to be real.

"My birthday is June 13th. Bella, will you marry me?" Edward asked. He had a wide smile on his face, and Alice and Jasper were looking between the two of us like there had actually been a real question posed.

"No, Edward," I said and walked out of the bar. I walked all the way home, with Edward a few meters behind me. As soon as we entered my apartment, I rounded on him. "What the hell, Edward? Can you stop joking about marrying me?"

"I would, but I never started. Marry me, Bella," he said. His face was honest and earnest but I couldn't stand it.

"Stop saying that!" I yelled. Edward's eyebrows lifted, but he simply shook his head. As he would prove so many times in our relationship, he was far better at keeping his temper than I was.

"Not until you take me seriously," he replied calmly.

"Fine. I am taking you seriously. And in all seriousness, my answer is no," I said, trying to control my anger.

"Okay," he said. A look of disappointment flashed over his face almost too quickly for me to discern it.

"So you'll stop asking me?" I asked, relieved.

"Nope," he announced, a small smile blooming on his face. "I'm going to keep asking you until you say yes. If you want to stay with me, you're just going to have to grin and bear it. Or say yes. That's always an option." His smile, now bright and beatific, lit up his entire face. Like so much about him, it was completely irresistible.

"Edward…"

"Just go with it, Bella. Treat it like yet another thing you're going to have to put up with. I didn't get the duck critter pants. Instead, I'm just going to ask you to marry me from time to time." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently. My anger melted away as I melted into his arms. This did not bode well for the future, my inability to stay angry at him. I kissed him again, wondering how much crazy was hidden under that popped collar.

"I think I would rather you wore the duck pants."

Ring courtesy of Tiffany & Co.'s website

Funny, no? And I didn't even tease the lemon but believe me you'll be saying, "Yes," right along with Bella! Read this now. Seriously. Go, take the few minutes it will take to savor this story and I promise you that you will NOT regret it!

And with that, I leave you with the following:

Enjoy!!!

MmmmmMonday - Blossoms and Barbells

2010-03-15T00:01:00.000-05:00

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!

The Peach Grove:Dahlia, Cupcakes and Tattoos, Oh My!

2010-03-12T00:00:00.003-06:00

As I mentioned in MmmmmmMonday's post, MsKathy, a fic goddess and wonderful person, whipped fandom in to action in order to raise funds for the relief effort in Haiti last month.

Continuing on MmmmmmMonday's theme, I'm sharing one of my favorites from the T and under rated section of the document. I am very pleased to announce that today's Peach is The Cupcake Girl and the Tattooed Boy by dahliablack.

The blurb on dahlia's blog says that this story is:

A modern-day fairytale. Cupcake store employee, Rosalie, finds herself yearning for tattoo artist, Emmett. One Spring day, fate finally steers Emmett across Rosalie’s path.
Written for MsKathy’s Twifans 4 Haiti fundraiser.

I liked that wording because this story is a wonderful fairytale about a strong but completely not bitchy Rosalie who falls for and is slowly wooed by an intelligent, worldly Emmett. I sighed throughout the story and found myself falling in love with both of these characters. Here's a little of the reason why:

Emmett returned to the cupcake shop daily without fail to sample the baked treats that Rosalie would undoubtedly have ready for him: coconut cake with blue vanilla frosting and coconut sprinkles, lemon cake with lemon butter cream and a wedge of lemon candy on top, red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and pink glitter, marble cake with peanut butter frosting and crushed peanut sprinkles.

Every day the cupcakes became tastier and more elaborately decorated, and every day their conversations became longer and more involved.

As it turned out, Emmett had studied ancient civilizations at college and spent the three years thereafter touring the globe, researching the amalgamation of his two passions: ancient civilizations and tattoo art. This endeavor had led him from the most remote reaches of South America, Africa and Asia, to the most urban parts of Europe and North America. The inked art that covered his body was an homage to his journey. His departure point, Atlanta, was symbolized by a black dot and a tiny Georgia peach on his left index finger. A fine black line connected the various black dots and accompanying symbols that traveled up his left arm, across his back and down his right arm. The last dot, situated on his right index finger depicted a miniature version of the Seattle Space Needle, completing the map of his journey. Emmett had decided to settle down in Seattle because it felt the most like home to him out of any of the places in the world he had traveled.

Rosalie listened to the tales of his travels with rapt attention, marveling at all he had already experienced at the tender age of twenty-five. Rosalie knew that she would probably never experience even a single day of the kind of excitement and rich cultural diversity that Emmett had encountered for three years. But, instead of letting this notion make her sad, Rosalie decided that she would live vicariously through these stories while being content with the lot that life had dealt her. She had made her choices and was sticking to them. Even so, there was no harm in dreaming...

Upon his eighteenth visit to the cupcake store, Emmett commented on the wide variety of cupcakes that were available. There hadn't yet been a day on which he'd sampled the same cupcake twice. What he didn't know, was that Rosalie had started asking Mrs. Cope to bake new and special combinations of cake and frosting so she would be able to surprise Emmett every day.

On his thirty-second visit to the cupcake store, Rosalie caught Emmett examining the unblemished, perfectly porcelain skin of her left arm with curious concentration.

"What?" Rosalie giggled after he had been staring for longer than was appropriate or necessary.

"Rosie, I think it's time that you got some ink on that pretty skin of yours." Emmett was the only person that Rosalie allowed to call her anything besides her full name. She kind of liked it when he did.

I know all you Emmett lovers out there are going to adore this story. Please go show dahlia some love, read her story and give her a review. And if you're a Jacob/Bella fan (or even if you're not but want to read and AMAZING story) you absolutely MUST check out her WIP, Fix You, which was nominated for not one, not two, but THREE Indies!!! It's currently a finalist selection in both the "Best Secondary Characterization" and "Best Use of a Parent" categories. Voting will open Monday, March 15th at 8PM EST and closes on Wednesday, March 24th. Don't forget to vote!

Hope this starts you out for a lovely weekend! Maybe you can even get a new tattoo, too!

Enjoy!!!

PSA - It's been that kind of week. (Yes, I know it's only Tuesday)

2010-03-09T20:52:00.002-06:00

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MmmmmmMonday - Twifans for Haiti

2010-03-08T00:00:00.001-06:00

I have been impressed over and over again by the Twilight fandom. Yes, we have our petty squabbles and twitter snarks and such, but when the shit hits the fan, we pull up our big girl panties and join together as a force for good. The response to the earthquake in Haiti was no exception. MsKathy, a fic goddess and wonderful person, offered to write a little something special and send it to anyone who donated over $5 to a charity working in Haiti after the earthquake. What started out as one author's attempt to encourage people to donate for the disaster relief efforts, turned into an outpouring of love, work and funds.

Yes, people donated over $75,000 and in return were sent a document of stories from over 200 authors! Those stories were kept private for February, to give everyone who donated a chance to enjoy them, but now they're beginning to be posted on the web and I decided to recommend two that I particularly enjoyed.

The first is all lemon. Practice Makes Perfect by Amethyst Jackson is a great, short, one-shot that fills in some of the murky details from Breaking Dawn. Reading it made me remember just how much I loved the original story we all fell in love with and had me picking up my thick black books all over again.

"Bella, Bella," he panted, his cool breath fanning across my face, clouding my senses with its scent. "You've tortured me…" His lips roamed over my jaw. "Wearing these pretty things to bed every night…" His mouth sucked gently at my neck. "No idea how it's been for me," he mumbled on, grazing over my collarbone. "Just want to touch you all the time."
"Never stop," I pleaded, wrapping my arms tighter around his solid torso, as if I could somehow keep him from getting away from me. He was shirtless, and my hands tried their hardest to map his bare back, so smooth and perfect under my fingers.
Edward mumbled against my skin, too quickly and quietly to make out the words, his lips little more than a flutter against my chest. I moaned, and suddenly several loud, ripping sounds filled the room, and when they passed, I was naked. Edward's body covered mine, icy and perfect. I wrapped my limbs around his body and kissed him with everything I had.
He groaned and slid down my body, breaking my hold easily. His hands palmed over my breasts, and I watched his beautiful, long fingers tweak and pull at my nipples. My back arched in eagerness. I was so addicted to Edward touching me this way, even after just the one time…the feel of his hands on me now only reminded me why I'd been working so hard to tempt him. Maybe I could have lived without this feeling before I knew it was possible, but now…now, I couldn't go back.
Edward mumbled my name against my skin as he kissed around the curves of my breasts, finally closing his lips around each peak in turn. The cold of his lips felt incredible against my flushed skin, dampened with sweat. I tangled my fingers in his thick hair, begging him to stay, but again, he broke my hold, kissing my stomach almost worshipfully. When his lips reached my hip, I tensed – mostly in excitement, but with a twinge of nervousness. Edward had been less daring the first time, not venturing anywhere near this area of my body with his mouth.
His tongue flicked against the tender skin at the joint of my thigh, and I let out a gasp.
"Once you're changed, I'm going to taste you here," he sighed, pressing his lips to my clit to make his point. I moaned, imagining it. I moaned louder as Edward pressed his tongue to me and let out a rumbling growl.

The final recommendation is Waxing Romantic by Demosthenes91. I laughed so loud as I read this story my husband tried to pull the laptop out of my hands so that he could read it! Fat chance on that, by the way! They'll be prying my cold, dead fingers off this lappy when I'm gone, you mark my words. But back to Waxing Romantic which managed to make the absurd premise of waxer Bella and waxee Edward meeting and falling in love over a fully body manscape sing with humor and romantic tension! No, there are no lemons in this one, but I for one wouldn't mind reading a follow up where that lemon happens, because the chemistry in this one sizzles!

"Last part is the easiest, Edward. Now, we can do this however you're most comfortable. I have this exercise ball that you can lean over," she said, reaching under the table and pulling it out. "Or, if you prefer, you can just turn over and rest on your knees, arms above your head and chest on the table."
I looked at the shiny blue ball. I was feeling vulnerable enough as it was. I didn't want myself prone and exposed over a piece of fucking gym equipment. I'd display my ass on my own terms.
"I'll stay on the table, thanks." I went to roll over, but moved slowly. I felt tired and drained.
"Do you need help? Are you stiff?"
Now I had to laugh. "No, definitely not stiff. No danger of that for awhile, trust me." She turned the most glorious shade of fuchsia. I'd have to find a way to make her do that more often.
I rolled over, assuming the position, before she brought her skilled and delicate hands to my ass. She smoothed more of that oil over my cheeks, and when she began to graze my crack, I couldn't help but clench.
"It's alright, Edward. Just relax. I'm sure you can handle this part." Her fingers slowly spread me apart, working up and down. Damn, that felt really good, and then it hit me...
Oh shit, she still thinks I'm gay!
"Um, Bella? I think you have the wrong idea about me."
She started twirling a new stick in the wax. "Oh, why's that?"
"That guy I came in with is my brother."
"Oh, that was very supportive of him."
"No no, I lost a bet. That's why I'm here."
"A bet?"
"Yeah, a bet."
"So...no boyfriend?" she squeaked.
"No girlfriend," I amended.
"No...? Oh... OH!" I could see the realization hit her. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed, and I could feel warm wax drip on my back, on my cheek, and dribble a bit on my foot. "I'm sorry about that!" She scrambled to get a towel and more of the oil, and then hastily began cleaning up the mess. "I'm so sorry, I just assumed..."
"It's okay, I understand."
"No, no... It really isn't. Aw crap, I'm so sorry!" She kept wiping up the errant wax while apologizing profusely. Just taking a moment to appreciate the situation, I let out a hearty laugh.
"What? What's so funny?" She sounded irritated.
"You do realize you're apologizing to my ass."
She laughed. "Aw fuck! Yeah, yeah I am!"

Trust me, you don't want to read this one while drinking coffee, unless you enjoy cleaning coffee off your computer screen!

Enjoy!!!

A little sumpin' sumpin'....

2010-03-04T23:30:00.001-06:00

Wow! What a week it has been! First a few housekeeping things.

Thanks to the brave souls (ie Pushy and MrsV) who tried their hands at my little game! Here are the answers:

1. Holding out for you by ObsessingOverEdward
2. Wideawakeward (Wide Awake by Angstgoddess03)
3. Clipped Wings and Inked Armor by Hunterhunting
4. Mafiaward (Emancipation Proclamation by Kharizzmatic)
5. Twins by PhoenixRising25
6. Your True Colors by Notwhatyouthink
7. The Trip Home by Mskathy
8. Cocktails and Dreams by fatallyobsessed
9. Late Night Encounters by Kyla713
10. Yoga Master by Mskathy
11. Scotch, Gin and the New Girl by Jandco and withthevampsofcourse
12. A Lesson in Release by Lillie Cullen

But if you read any of these stories, especially ones you didn't know, then YOU are the winner!!!! Yippeeeeee!

Now, on to a review.

I tried, again, to find a K-T story that I liked and failed. And *sheepish grin* I didn't try THAT hard...because I've been reading...another....book....

I know, I KNOW! I promise I'll get back to killing my eyes staring a screen for four hours straight, but you know? It's cold in this house, and my bed is so comfy AND I got two new books at the library.

One of these was Lament: The Faerie Queen's Deception by Maggie Stiefvater. This book was recced to me by Erikasbuddy - she hadn't read it yet, but asked if I had. And I added it to my hold list. Yes, I was once again hooked in by the cover.

I devoured it in three hours.

Wow.

Here's a brief description:

*Starred Review* Sixteen-year-old Deirdre Monaghan, a gifted harpist who regularly plays for weddings and other events, has the kind of stage fright that makes her physically ill before a performance, which is an inauspicious way to start a romance; but while vomiting before a competition she meets a gorgeous boy who comes into the restroom to hold her hair. He is Luke Dillon, a flautist who proceeds to accompany her in a truly stellar performance. As four-leaf clovers start appearing everywhere, Deirdre develops telekinetic powers and encounters strange, unworldly people who seem to bear her ill will. Her best friend, James, also a talented musician; her beloved grandmother; and her mother all are in danger, as Deirdre is targeted by the queen of Faerie. Deirdre eventually discovers that she is a cloverhand, a person who can see the denizens of faerie, and Luke, not the only immortal who has her in his sights, is a gallowglass, an assassin assigned by the queen of Faerie to kill Deirdre but who falls in love with her instead. This beautiful and out-of-the-ordinary debut novel, with its authentic depiction of Celtic Faerie lore and dangerous forbidden love in a contemporary American setting, will appeal to readers of Nancy Werlin’s Impossible (2008) and Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series. Illustrations by Jeffrey are fitting. Grades 9-12. --Diana Tixier Herald

First off - this is a good summary until I see the 'Grades 9-12'. Dude, they say 'FUCK' in it - as in "Hurry up and fuck her!" Uh - I'm pretty sure I didn't get to read books with fuck in them at my high school. Ok, yes, I know - that's the grade level it's appropriate for, not a suggestion to read it in Language Arts, but still!

And I know you want a teaser - but...You'll have to head over to my new Book Bloggy Blog to get it! Did you hear about the new blog yet?? And we have a SWEET giveaway to sign up for !!!

And finally....today is a special day. Our beloved Your True Colors author, and super good friend, Betti is having a birthday!

We love you!

If you'd like to celebrate with us on twitter with your own Betti-fied avi - shoot a quick email or DM to Pushy and she will do it for you!

Have a wondeful TGIF!!!! And it's cool if F is for fucking and not Friday! *wink*

UPDATE FROM PUSHY:
If your a DIY kind of a person, here's the ribbon for your avi.

MmmmmMonday - Yoga Master

2010-02-28T23:59:00.000-06:00

Hey lemony friends!! I was thinking.....we haven't given too much love to Jasper/Alice, have we? And the first fic that came to my mind was this sweet little o/s by my beloved mskathy aptly titled: Yoga Master. You know what, this one is so short and delicious that I'm not going to lay it out for you. Just go read it! The teaser today isn't the lemon, but instead part of the build up - or "slow burn" that mskathy describes, which made me wiggle in my seat before the two of them even get it on!

Speaking softly, I want to offer my praise but not startle him. "Very well done, Jasper."

His ribs contract and expand one last time before he begins to move his body again. His feet meet the mat and I watch his toes splay slightly. As he stands, he breaks from our usual calm and peaceful mood and claps loudly. His excitement is contagious and I smile at him.

"You took my view away, though," he teases.

Jasper is looking right at me, through me it feels like. I'm ready to test the waters and see just how serious this flirty Jasper is. I've had enough teasing, I need more.

Stripping my t-shirt off, I'm left in loose-fitting black pants and a sports bra. Sure, I'm not the most endowed woman on top, but I love my breasts. They're small and sensitive, and I realize as I'm thinking about how much I like them, they're already reacting to the thought of Jasper's touch.

Taking a deep breath to regain my composure, his scent hits me and I'm intoxicated. Plenty of people have sweat in this room, at least forty today alone. None of them radiates the sex and sensuality of Jasper.

He's standing at the edge of his mat, waiting. I can't figure out why I'm suddenly nervous, but I try as hard as I can to let it go as I sit and bring my feet together in cobbler's pose. Instead of leaning forward, I lean back and flex my hips slightly. I can feel the muscles stretching and as he watches me, I'm getting more and more turned on. I'm guessing he feels the same as he's taken to sitting on his mat, hands folded in his lap. Classic hiding-the-erection pose.

I need a moment, my nerves still getting the better of me, so I shift my body into child's pose, hugging my knees close to my chest. Resting my head, I think about what I want. What I need, versus my fantasies. A spot on my cloth-covered lower back feels hot, warmth spreading across my skin, and I wonder if I've damaged a muscle. The heat moves, up to my bare skin, and I realize it's Jasper's hand.

"Alice."

Just my name from his mouth reassures me. It sends tingles through my body and I shiver. I'm no longer frozen in place, sitting up to face him. I'm sure my eyes are wide, confused. This isn't at all how I've imagined things happening between Jasper and me. I thought maybe he'd eventually ask me out, we'd get some drinks, he'd discover all my silly neuroses and we'd call it a night.

Instead, as I look at him, he takes my face in his hands. He sits with his knees touching mine and continues to touch and caress my face. The second time his thumb skims my lips, I part them and lick his skin softly.

As his hands leave my face and travel down my ribs to my waist, I wonder how far he's going to take this. He wraps his fingers around my trim waist and grips, pulling my body on top of his. My legs wrap around his waist and I pull us tighter, closer.

"Are you sure?"

It's my turn to trace his facial features. I don't even bother with a verbal reply, I just lean in and kiss him. Finally, his lips are between mine. I'm suddenly thankful we spent all that time in the beginning of his classes mastering breathing techniques, as I have no immediate plans to pull away from his delicious lips.

My hips are rocking and rolling into his, I realize as I hear him moan softly. His hands reach out to still them and I move my mouth faster, taking out my frustration at being stilled. It's a slow build, a slow burn, to match what has been a months-long seduction of each other.

Jasper's fingers rise to my chest, thumbs sweeping across my nipples, and my mouth breaks from his to gasp. The thick material of my sports bra doesn't dampen the intensity of his touch at all, and I drag my hips across his again. His fingers hook under the bottom and pull the clingy material from my body. The half-second I have to be self-conscious is quickly eclipsed when his mouth comes down to wrap around one of my nipples. His tongue is licking as his lips create a vacuum and I'm lost. Found? I don't even know, I just know that I never want this feeling to end.

Have a great week ladies! If you haven't filled out your guesses for my game - you still have time! All the answers will be up in 2 days!

The Peach Grove: The Storyteller

2010-02-26T00:00:00.002-06:00

A few weeks ago, I came across this interesting picture and it's romantic love story.

What does this picture have to do with romance? Oh, dear readers, so much! Because this statue was part of the inspiration for a lovely, romantic one-shot, The Storyteller, by Greta more commonly referred to as erikasbuddy.

This charming story is an interesting blend of Twilight, Alice In Wonderland and something entirely of the author's own creation. I find that it is this last bit which is crucial to making a story sing, which this one does, quite literally if you plug in the youtube links provided throughout (a signature Greta move).

Alice is a hopeful romantic, living and working in Birmingham, who one day meets an itinerant street performer named Jasper. From the moment their eyes meet, there are sparks. But it wouldn't be an interesting story, let alone something Greta would pen, if there weren't some obstacles. And this is definitely an interesting story.

Jasper led her over to a wooden park bench near a rusty lamppost. Setting his case down on one side of the bench, he sat down and patted the space next to him. "This is home," he laughed while motioning with his hands.

"I love what you've done to the place," Alice said light-heartedly.

Jasper looked up at the sky. The twinkling bulbs of gas shined back at him. "I know it's not much, but, you have to admit, this is the best seat in the house."

Alice drew herself closer to Jasper and looked up. "It's gorgeous," she sighed. "I never get to see this many stars out where I live."

"Where's that at, Darlin'?" Jasper asked, drawing his attention to her green eyes.

Embarrassed, Alice looked away. She wanted Jasper to feel as though she was an equal and not just some girl with money looking for a cheap thrill. "South Homewood," she said quietly.

"SoHo, huh? That's a mighty fine place. They don't take too kindly to strangers of my kind, but, still, I bet that it is a very nice place to live."

"I'll have to take you there someday," Alice offered.

"That's kind of you, Alice, but I don't think you'd wanna be seen out in public with the likes of me."

"Don't say that," Alice insisted.

Noticing he had hurt her feelings, Jasper attempted to change the subject. Reaching for his guitar case, he slid it in front of himself and Alice. "Do you know how to play?" he asked.

"No," she laughed. "The only thing I know how to play is one of those plastic recorders we used to play back in grade school."

Jasper chuckled and unbuckled the case's faded clasps. "You'll have to bring one with you next time. I'd like to hear it."

"Only if you are wanting me to frighten woodlan' creatures away." she warned.

"Oh, I might have a use for that."

Jasper drew out his guitar and set it on his knee. He took off his hat and placed it inside the case. His wild honey hair stuck out in every direction with the slightest curl at the ends.

"I like your hat." Alice peered down at its worn leather. "What kind is it?"

"A very old one," Jasper smirked and winked at her. "Alice," he started, "I've been thinking about you for months."

"Months?" Alice asked in shock.

"I see you plum near every day goin' into that fancy tea shop."

"Why didn't you say something to me earlier?"

"You never stopped. I was just waiting for a sign to tell me you were ready to be part of the story I was tellin'."

"You believe in signs?" Alice asked with wide eyes.

"Of course. Don't you?"

"I believe in dreams."

"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them."

"Who said that?" Alice asked.

"Walt Disney," Jasper replied. "Would you like to hear my favorite?"

Alice silently shook her head. She was willing to listen forever if that meant that this man would stay by her side.

Jasper cleared his throat and stroked the side of her cheek with the back of his hand. "Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there."

Alice sighed into the scratchy wool upon her cheek. "That's beautiful. Is that also Walt Disney?"

"No, Darlin'," Jasper said thoughtfully and looked up into the sky. "Otomo No Yakamochi said that one." He released her cheek and began to strum the stings with his worn out fingers. "Do you know any songs about yourself, Darlin'?"

Alice thought for a moment and shook her head.

"Would you like to hear one that reminds me of you?"

"Is it another Juliet song?" she smiled.

"No, not another one of those. This one is the story that I've been lookin' for. This one is your song."

"Will you play it for me?"

"For you, anything."

So goodbye Alice in Wonderland
Goodbye yellow brick road
There is a difference between dreaming and pretending
I did not find paradise
It was only a reflection of my lonely mind wanting
What's been missing in my life

Oh swoon!!! And that's not even the best of it. Believe me! This is Greta at her finest!!! The humor is laugh-out-loud wonderful! The romance so lightly layered, it puts baklava to shame yet so compelling you will become a puddle (YOU WILL!)! The songs give texture to the story without detracting from it. It is, in a word, exceptional!

So please, go check out this wonderful, T-rated fic and show Greta some love!!!!

And, if you're looking for something a little on the darker side, but still T rated, check out Broken and maybe if we all beg in the reviews she'll consider expanding it!

MmmmmmMonday - Girls Just Want To Have Fun

2010-02-22T00:00:00.004-06:00

What is it about femmeslash that's so enthralling? Is it the concept that if one hot girl is sexy, two are even sexier? Or is it the titillation of the forbidden? Who can say, but one thing is sure: femmeslash is both hot and popular.

Intrigued by all the girly love I've been seeing in twitterville as of late, I decided to go FFn searching for some girly action and I was not disappointed! And hopefully you won't be either because I have three recommendations for you this morning! Woo-hoo!

All three fics are Bella and Alice pairings, but before you wrinkle your nose and say "EW!!", I'm not talking about this Bella and Alice:

photos courtesy of The Twilight Connection and Twiblog respectively

I'm talking about THIS BELLA AND ALICE:

photos courtesy of in.com and Maxim respectively

See the difference??????

The first is The Advant Garde Approach by SweetDulcinea. In it Alice asks the question: how far would YOU go for a friend. Alice goes pretty far....

“This is totally weird,” she began, sitting up on the bed. “And you probably already know, which makes it even more awkward, but…”
“Go on, it’s okay, Bella.”
After a heavy sigh, she looked me in the eyes and then stared down at the bed. “Since you’ve had, you know, quite a bit more experience than Edward and I have…umm, I was wondering if you maybe you could…”
When she didn’t finish, I asked her to continue. She hesitated, but finally relented.
“Show me how do it – you know, kiss – without messing things up,” she muttered. “It’s just, maybe if I can stay in control, Edward will trust me, and he’ll see that we can do more than the little kisses he gives me.”
I drew in a thick, unnecessary breath and let it fill my lungs. Did she really understand what she was asking of me? Would it make things uncomfortable in the future?
What surprised me the most was that I wasn’t necessarily opposed to the idea of kissing Bella, I was just concerned about the possible ramifications. Upon further thought, I didn’t believe that it could actually be considered cheating. It would be more of a lesson. Although Jasper didn’t talk about it much, I knew that his past held an assortment of sexual experiences with both women and men. He was leading a life that was more instinctual and primal back then. What he did was for gratification and domination, not love and affection. Edward would be the biggest opposition. I would have to hide my thoughts from him, at least for the time being.
“Okay,” I said with a nod. Bella’s eyes shot up to meet mine, and she suddenly looked scared that I had actually agreed.
“How do we, you know, do this?” she asked nervously.
“Well,” I said, scooting closer, “I think you need to understand a few things first.” She nodded. “You must allow me to be in control. Edward is not exaggerating when he warns you about our teeth. Watch.”
I went to my closet and retrieved a scarf. Settling back in front of her, I held it to my mouth and moved it across the edge of my top teeth. A clean line sliced through the fabric. Bella’s eyes widened and she nodded again in understanding.
“Just keep your tongue in your mouth as much as possible and don’t go too fast. If anything feels off, you have to stop immediately.”
She agreed, and with that, I carefully moved closer to her. She shifted so that she was sitting on her knees, and I mirrored her position. Scooting forward, I told her to hold still as I slowly, carefully leaned toward her. After a few moments, my lips pressed against hers, and I was marveling at how warm and pliable they were. It was so different from Jasper.
It began slowly. Our lips moved against one another, opening slightly to wet them and reduce the friction. When I felt familiar and comfortable with her, I allowed my tongue to peak through slightly, sweeping over her bottom lip. I sucked it between mine and was shocked to hear a tiny groan from Bella. Her mouth was opening wider, and I felt her tongue flicker for attention. Instinctively, or at least out of habit, she held it back.
Inching closer, I placed my hands on either side of her face so that I could maintain control of the situation. “Let me lead,” I whispered before moving back to the kiss.
Lips parted, I dipped my tongue into her mouth and brushed it against hers. She responded with an appreciative hum and by twitching hers a tiny bit. The more I moved, the more comfortable and responsive she became.
We continued for a few minutes until I knew she understood the proper technique and was doing very well. I didn’t notice until we were done that her hands had come to rest on my hips at some point in time.
“You did well,” I praised as we separated into our own places on the bed. Her endearing blush graced her cheeks with a lovely shade of crimson. “Do you think you can do that with Edward?”
She said yes, but I became worried by the way she kept brushing her fingers over her lips and licking her teeth. When I asked her if she was all right, she told me that her mouth tingled.
“Oh, that’s the venom,” I explained. A little bit that way won’t hurt. Our cousins have told me as much from their experience with human men. It should wear off soon.”
“All right,” she said, easily accepting my explanation. When a slight smile curved her lips upward, I had to inquire. “What is it?”
“It feels sort of good,” she giggled.

This totally reminded me of the kissing scene in Cruel Intentions, but with far nicer...intentions.

Second is a fic that DEFINITELY earns it's M rating: Pocket Gift by eye ree. In AU/AH piece, Bella and Alice are lovers, although unbeknown to the world at large, and this is a small slice of their love life:

“Is that good?” she asked softly, her voice closer than I had expected it to be. I turned and saw her leaning over me, her hand disappearing between our bodies as she stimulated me. Not being able to take it anymore, I brought her down to me and kissed, and kissed and, goddamn it , kissed her lips. My head felt about to explode, warmth radiated from my pussy, spreading up and down my body until my fingertips and my toes tingled with anticipation of what was to come.
Sweat pooled between us as she buried her face on my neck and started to circle the vibrator around my clit, dropping once, twice, a third time to my opening and slightly pushing in and going back up to my hard, little, inflamed center. My legs twitched and my mouth dropped open while I grabbed blindly behind me, needing something to hold on to while I endured the sweet torture. The pressure tightened in my stomach as my muscles flexed and I got closer to that peak.
“Please,” I sobbed. “Please, please, please, please, please… ” My waist twisted – the pleasure was too much – and I had to get away for a second. But no, my Bella wouldn’t let me, and followed me, pressing harder still and biting into me; her free hand pulling and rolling my nipples as her breaths fanned over my skin and I broke out in gooseflesh everywhere. “More,” I begged and opened my eyes to convey my need.

The last, Once Upon A Shower by cereuleanblue, is another love scene where our girls get very wet...

Bella did as she was asked pressing her back against the wet glass her eyes tightly shut. It felt cold against her skin compared to the warmth of the water. She could feel the water wash the last of the soap from her body followed quickly by the return of the hands on her waist. A pair of lips found hers as the water crashed down around them, and she eagerly returned the kiss. Bella could taste the water that ran down their faces and made its way into her mouth. She tried to twine her arms around the body next to hers in the shower, but her hands were quickly pinned against the wall.
“Unh unh, no ma’am. You keep your hands on the wall like a good girl.”
“But . . .”
“No buts. Except this one. She felt a gentle pat on her bottom, and the fingers trailed gently down her leg. You’ve been working hard enough lately Bella. It’s my turn to get some work done around here.”
Bella laughed. “Alright, but you have no idea how hard this is going to be.”
“I think you’ll enjoy it. Just trust me.” The lips once again found Bella’s as her hands were pinned to the wall behind her. After a few moments they made their way down her cheek and chin to the place where the blood thundered through her neck. She could feel the tip of a tongue against her skin, and it sent an electric shock through her body. She tried to lift her hands from the wall, but they were pushed back against the glass before she could move them more than a few inches.
The kisses continued and traveled even further down her body until they reached her breasts. She felt more shocks as first one nipple and then the other were subjected to identical tortures. It made it just that much more interesting that she couldn’t see what was going on, and had no idea what to expect next. Every time their bodies made contact, she could feel the spark that flew between them almost as if there were an arc of static electricity that traveled between them.

Whoo! If the first fic was the kissing scene from Cruel Intentions, these last two are more like the kissing scene from Wild Things! Which, by the way, I was reminded of by a dear RL friend, Ken, who really knows how to lay pipe, if you know what I mean *wink, wink*

So, in his honor, I think I'll leave you with that clip from youtube as well....

Enjoy!!!

Let's play a game!

2010-02-19T10:20:00.015-06:00

It's Friday - Does anyone want to be at work? NO! Me neither... is it beer:30 yet? So, let's play a game. It's....

Name

That

Fic!

There are no wrong answers...but, maybe more right than wrong. And after looking at a few hot pics, I don't really care what's right. Nothing's wrong with some visual stimulation, in my humble opinion...

Here's how the game works: I'll list a few choices of fics, or the "____ward" and then you Comment back on What or Who you think it is. All of these have been recced over here - or they are on my list TO be recced... Ready....Set....Go!

1.

2.

4.
5. 6.
7.
8.
9. 10.11.12.OK - here are your choices:

A Lesson in Release by Lillie Cullen
Clipped Wings and Inked Armor by Hunterhunting
Cocktails and Dreams by fatallyobsessed
Holding out for you by ObsessingOverEdward
Late Night Encounters by Kyla713
Mafiaward (Emancipation Proclamation by Kharizzmatik)
Scotch, Gin and the New Girl by Jandco and withthevampsofcourse
The Trip Home by Mskathy
Twins by PhoenixRising25
Wideawakeward (Wide Awake by Angstgoddess003)
Your True Colors by Notwhatyouthink
Yoga Master by Mskathy

So go out there and have a great weekend! The answers will be posted next week - so take your time 'researching' your answers....

The Lemons SistersReview:Beautiful Creatures

2010-02-16T15:38:00.015-06:00

Thank you Betti
of Betti.Music.Twilight
for this AWESOMETASTIC
book discussion button!!!!

It's true! As UYP mentioned when she reviewed Fallen a couple of weeks ago, we occasionally do read non-Twilight stuff. And she and I actually are participating in a book discussion on Beautiful Creatures over at afragilelittlehuman's blog.

We've been commenting throughout but this week was our turn to lead the discussion. So please stop on by and show some comment love, not just for us but for all the other amazing women who are posting each week.

Thanks!!!

MmmmmMonday - Late Night Encounters

2010-02-15T00:04:00.005-06:00

I was scanning the winners of The Golden Lemon Awards

and came across this tasty tidbit:

And I thought - hey, I like me some dirty talking - let's check this mother out. And man, am I glad I did!

28 year old SWM, experimenting in something new. Fan fiction writer who tames lions in his spare time. Aspiring horticulturalist, voted most likely to induce spontaneous ovulation by use of tongue.

Completely ridiculous bullshit, obviously. Who actually bought into this crap anyway? And then suddenly a chat box appeared in the corner of my screen. BellaNova. Interesting.

BellaNova: Hey there.

I took a deep breath and brought my hands back to the keys. Here goes nothing.

Grneyeddoc1981: hi

BellaNova: Saw your profile. Nice… new to this too?

Grneyeddoc1981: that obvious?

BellaNova: haha I’ve been on here for a few hours, and you only just now appeared.

Grneyeddoc1981: you said ‘too’, so you are as well?

BellaNova: yea… reeeeeeeeally horny tonight.

My eyes widened at the forwardness of this girl. But then I rolled my eyes at myself. What other reason do people have for coming to this site, dumbass.

BellaNova: hello?

Grneyeddoc1981: me too

BellaNova: so, doctor… I assume you really are a doctor?

Grneyeddoc1981: perhaps…

BellaNova: tease…

Grneyeddoc1981: yes, I am a doctor. why?

BellaNova: I like scrubs… easy access. What would you have me do to you right now?

Well that is a loaded question. What would I have her do to me? Looking down at my erection beginning to poke through my boxers, only one thing came to mind.

Grneyeddoc1981: I want your pretty mouth on my cock

Holy shit! What was wrong with me? I never spoke to women this way, ever; let alone a complete stranger. I kept watching the screen, waiting for her to disconnect.

BellaNova: take it out for me

I felt my cock twitch at the sight of those words and grow invariably harder. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all. I lifted my hips to lower my boxers, releasing my erection.

BellaNova: is it out?

Grneyeddoc1981: yes

BellaNova: you have some lube?

Grneyeddoc1981: yes

BellaNova: I want you to put some in your hand for me…

I quickly grabbed my lube out of my bedside table and returned to my desk. I could hardly believe how incredibly turned on I was by this. This faceless woman was making me hornier than any woman I had ever physically been with. I unscrewed the cap and placed some in my hand.

Grneyeddoc1981: ok

BellaNova: now fist your hand and make your cock slide inside really slowly for me

I did as she requested and fisted my hand, placing the tip at the edge of my hand and slowly sliding my cock into the tight space. The feeling was heaven, and I swore I almost came right then. The thought that it was a woman who taught me a better trick on how to pleasure myself was excruciatingly erotic.

Grneyeddoc1981: fuck yes…

I somehow managed to type one-handed, reveling in this newfound sensation.

BellaNova: you like my mouth on your cock, Doctor Green Eyes?

Grneyeddoc1981: mmmm yes…

BellaNova: I am so fucking wet right now

Grneyeddoc1981: feel yourself… tell me how wet you really are for me

BellaNova: my panties are soaked, doctor… what do you prescribe?

I smirked. So she’s into role-playing, I thought as my cock throbbed in my hand at the thought, and I stroked myself a few more times before replying.

Grneyeddoc1981: take them off… stat…

BellaNova: as the doctor wishes…

Grneyeddoc1981: put your fingers inside yourself, tell me how wet you really are for my cock

BellaNova: mmmm so warm and so wet…

Grneyeddoc1981: I want two fingers in there… my cock is thick, it would stretch you…

I paused typing and concentrated on my other hand working my cock. I closed my eyes and imagined warm wet lips around me, sucking me. Never had jerking off ever truly felt this good and gotten me so close to coming so fast. At this very moment, her physical appearance wasn’t even important; she was a fantasy, everything I wanted.

Grneyeddoc1981: feel good?

BellaNova: so good… I need your cock in me so bad…

Grneyeddoc1981: not yet… fuck yourself with your fingers…

BellaNova: mmmmmm so close. please…

Grneyeddoc1981: now stop… take your fingers out

BellaNova: please… I need to come…

Grneyeddoc1981: pinch your clit

I watched the cursor blinking on the screen, waiting for her to respond, and was just about to type something when her message popped up.

BellaNova: god… please… fuck me…

Grneyeddoc1981: how close are you now?

BellaNova: very close

Grneyeddoc1981: good…don’t touch yourself until I say so…

BellaNova: fuck… please let me come, dr…

Grneyeddoc1981: fuck your mouth feels so good on my cock... throbbing so hard

BellaNova: please don’t tease…

I began working my hand faster over my cock, rubbing my thumb in circles over the head. I was so very close, I was finding it difficult to type one-handed. But I also didn’t want to stop. Something about this woman I couldn’t see, hear or touch was bringing me to the brink of ecstasy. Never again would I scoff at the idea of cybersex. It has turned out to be one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

Grneyeddoc1981: you still want my cock inside you?

BellaNova: please… fuck me hard… I’m so wet and ready for you

Grneyeddoc1981: slide your fingers back inside you and imagine it’s my long thick cock

BellaNova: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck dr

Grneyeddoc1981: deep inside… feels so good… deeper

BellaNova: more… fuck please tell me more

Grneyeddoc1981: close?

BellaNova: yes

Grneyeddoc1981: stop

BellaNova: no… god please no…

Grneyeddoc1981: how bad do you want it?

BellaNova: more than anything…

Grneyeddoc1981: suck my cock again… taste yourself all over me

BellaNova: mmmmm

Grneyeddoc1981: tell me how it tastes

BellaNova: heaven…

Grneyeddoc1981: I want my cock back inside you

BellaNova: fuck…me… now…

That nearly did me in right there. I began thrusting my hips into my hand, running it along the entire length of my cock.

Grneyeddoc1981: I’m gonna come…

BellaNova: me too

Grneyeddoc1981: now!

BellaNova: fuck!

My entire length throbbed in my hand and I let out a loud groan as I came harder than I had in as long as I could remember. I felt lightheaded and my hips thrust of their own accord as my climax lingered, akin to overlapping orgasms. When it finally subsided, I rested back in my chair further, panting heavily. Someone had just made me come with words… only words. No physical or emotional connection. Simple words. And she brought something out in me that I’d never even known existed, and made me realize a fantasy I wasn’t aware of.

When I finally regained my composure, I stood to grab a towel when I heard my computer ring again. I quickly swiped the towel from behind the bathroom door from earlier and hurried back to the computer. She had messaged me again.

BellaNova: shit… you there?

With the towel in one hand, cleaning up my chest and replied with my free hand.

Grneyeddoc1981: yea. just… wow.

BellaNova: I just came so fucking hard. You were incredible.

My eyebrows raised as I slid my boxers back on and sat back down. She was still being incredibly forward even after the fact, and that was amazingly hot.

Grneyeddoc1981: so did I. you’re amazing. I’d say we could go for round two, but I have to be back to the hospital in six hours.

BellaNova: what a shame. I could go all night. What time do you get off?

Grneyeddoc1981: 6… Chicago time… 18 hours from now

BellaNova: wanna meet again? I’m in LA, so 9 your time?

I pondered that for a moment. Did I really want to make a habit of this? Twice is hardly ‘habit’, my inner voice reminded me. And after six months, one more time will certainly not hurt at all.

Grneyeddoc1981: I’ll be here

BellaNova: so will I… look forward to it. I’ll be nice and wet, waiting for you

Grneyeddoc1981: mmm I’ll make you come even harder

BellaNova: you promise?

Grneyeddoc1981: guarantee it

BellaNova: ohhhhhh… good night, Doc

Grneyeddoc1981: good night, Bella…

Phew! *wipes brow* Is it hot in here? Check out Late Night Encounters by Kyla713. Have a great MmmmmMonday!!!!

The Peach Grove - Sittin' On The Shelf

2010-02-12T00:00:00.001-06:00

Once upon a time there was a very cute girl. She loved her little chick of a friend and she loved Twilight. Of these two loves something great was born: Super Secret Twilight Blog. It's true, you can read the story here.

But that's not the story I'm here to tell you today, dear readers. For today, I'm here to talk about the fact that Cutie has FINALLY started to share her writing publicly. And she started of with a BANG!

In this story, Bella works in a comic book store (Twilight Comics!) and has longed for Edward (gaming aficionado and brother to the owner, Emmett) since day one. What happens when their friends and family decide the wait is over for these love-birds?

READ THE STORY AND FIND OUT!!!!
Trust me, you won't regret it!

And to prove it I have a teaser from the latest chapter:

Alice came closer and took Bella’s hand gently in hers giving it a soft squeeze. “Just remember why you are doing this, okay?” Bella nodded her head quietly.

“And stick to the plan.” Rose chimed in.

“The plan.” Bella echoed blankly.

“It’s foolproof, Bella. He won’t be able to resist you,” Alice stated confidently.

“Rose, don’t you think Edward is going to start to wonder why Emmett couldn’t close the shop tonight, yet you could be here?” Bella worried.

“No,” Rose replied.

“But why?”

“Bella, do you remember me telling you my brother is oblivious?” Alice chimed in.

The back room door opened and in strolled Jasper Hale, Alice’s fiancé, who came to a complete stop when he saw Bella. He let out a long, low whistle and drawled, “Damn, girls, are you trying to kill the poor man?”

Jasper’s drawl and easy going personality brought a calm to the room. “Aw shucks, Jasper,” Bella teased back, popping out her hip and fluttering her eyelashes.

Jasper merely smiled in acknowledgment of the beautiful woman before him.

Feeling courage spread through her body at Jasper’s reaction to her, Bella felt, for the first time, like she might actually be able to do this.

Alice had moved to Jasper’s side and was now holding his hand. The two of them, including Rose, were smiling at her like buffoons.

“Have I grown an extra head? Go.” She shooed them out the door with her hands dismissively. “You want me to seduce the man, and you even went through all this trouble. Let’s get this show on the road then,” she exclaimed with a false sense of confidence.

Alice and Rose both sent her a small wave good-bye while Jasper winked at her, and they all left the room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Bella closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath. She repeated the advice her friends had given to her over in her mind. Stay calm. Stick to the plan. Remember what you are doing this for. As if on cue, once again she heard that wonderful voice of his, floating to her through the door, and she knew she not only could do it but had to.

Bella from Part Four by the glorious k-THE BOSS-g

So here's the plan: dive in to this wonderful, sweet story. And believe me when I tell you that the best parts are still on the way!

Enjoy!

MmmmmmMonday - Homecoming

2010-02-08T00:00:00.002-06:00

Get out the tissues, my lovelies, because this MmmmmmMonday, you're going to need them.

And, yes, I'm talking to you especially, Mrs. V!
Betti doesn't call you WIME for nothing!

As some of my twitter loves know, last Saturday night I was out...trolling. Yup, trolling for fanfic and looking for love. But not in all the wrong places because unlike normal, I wasn't doing a random FFn search. Nope, on Saturday I was looking through the stories nominated in for Indies.

For those of you who don't know, The Indie Twific Awards is an AMAZING place to find under-appreciated gems! They specifically are looking for those writers out there who aren't well known throughout fandom but whose writing is superb.

I decided to read my fellow nominees' entries in the new category: Love Conquers All. And to my great pleasure I found that there are quite a few T rated one-shots nominated in that category (more on that later). But when I got to today's pick, I could go no further. I present to you they luminous, glorious, lovely-in-the-extreme Homecoming by winterstale.

Homecoming is the story of two people who have a true communion of hearts, which amazingly happens within a few short hours. Emmett is a captain in the Air Force, stationed in England during WWII. He's not the jovial Emmett we know and love, though; not on the surface at least. This Emmett has tried for years to pretend to be something he's not, a society swell, and while he does try for the love of his wife, the role never fits him and the effort leaves him sad and lonely.

Enter: Grace. Grace, our narrator, is an entirely new character, one completely of winterstale's creation; and she's lovely. She's a nurse working at the base that Emmett is stationed at, and she's no stranger to trying, and failing, to be someone you're not. Right away, there's a chemistry between these two that will have your rooting for them to get together. And winterstale does not disappoint!

His head shifts a little against mine, and the stubble of his beard grazes my forehead. His skin is so warm and the combination of rough and soft is so nice, I have to rub my cheek against it. I feel him swallow and his grasp on my fingers tightens a little. "Grace?"

"Yes?"

"I sure would like to kiss you right about now."

"I'd like it if you would," I say before I can think about it, and turn my face up to his. His hand slides along my cheek, and he tilts my lips to his. Our mouths barely brush against each other's, and then again with more contact. He pulls away to look down at me, his strong hand smoothing back little strands of hair from my forehead, and kisses me again, this time moving his lips against mine more confidently. As I lean into him, my hand falls in the middle of his broad chest, sliding slowly up towards his neck. Without breaking contact, we lie back against the grass, and he gathers me tightly to him.

"Aw, damn, Grace, you feel good," he breathes against the hollow of my throat.

"You feel about like the best thing ever, Emmett," I mutter, and then curse myself for sounding like a stupid schoolgirl.

He trails kisses back up to my lips and is more insistent with his next kiss, gently exploring my mouth with his tongue. My body and breath react to him in ways I've never experienced before; his mouth and hands are revelations of secrets I never even fathomed. As his kiss becomes more fevered, I respond to him without any of my usual awkwardness. His rasping breath and tight embrace encourage me, telling my hands and mouth wordlessly how to touch and taste him just so. Soon, our bodies are pressed against the other's, every inch of skin seeking contact with it's partner on the other. Emmett's hands slide slowly down my back, coming to rest at the curve of my hips and without warning he pulls me into his straining erection. Even as I gasp at the surge of adrenaline it elicits in me, my hips grind against him in aching, electric response. Completely dizzied from these long-repressed feelings, I have to break away and lean against his forehead, struggling for breath as I nuzzle my nose against his face.

"You feel like home," he whispers against my lips.

Still unable to speak, I reach for his face, seeking out his eyes for reassurance, and answer him with my own hesitant kiss. Smiling in response, he presses his lips to the palm of my hand, his eyes never wavering from mine.

We settle into each other's arms, face to face, running our fingers together. For a while, it's enough to simply look at each other, coming together to share more kisses that build in ease and familiarity. I could lie under the stars like this forever: quiet, wrapped in Emmett's arms, feeling the warmth of his body and his lips brushing against mine. I feel like I've found my place in the world.

And, because there's more than one lemon and because I just can't help myself, here's an extra tease:

I put my fingers against his lips to stop him. "No. You. I want you, Emmett." I look away, blinking into the whipping wind. “Do you ...?” I can't risk more but look back to him imploringly.

“Oh God yes, Grace.” He exhales huskily. “But I think once I start with you, I'll ever get enough.”

He leans forward and kisses me gently, his hand tracing my throat as he slides his jacket from my shoulders. We lay back again, eyes open and watching each other as we touch, slowly, reverently. His head dips, and he pulls gently at my breast, circling with his tongue. My fingers graze along his shoulders and down his beautifully powerful chest, and I lean down to kiss the top of his dark head.

He comes back for more kisses, cupping my face as our mouths mingle.

"Grace," he whispers, trailing his hand along my ribcage, down the slope of my hip. "Soft..." he sighs and buries his lips in my neck.

I find his other hand and kiss each fingertip, his palm and then his wrist, inhaling his scent.

"Emmett..."

His hand, sliding between my legs.

"Grace..."

His fingers, warm against wet, stroking.

"Emmett..."

My hands, searching, grasping, guiding.

"Grace..."

His head dipping again, tasting, twirling, lapping.

"Emmett..."

My legs trembling, I reach behind me, pulling at the grass.

"Grace..."

So, please...Run, don't walk, to go read this touching, bittersweet story. You'll be glad you did.

And before I sign off there are a couple of things to note:

1) This story is up for an Indie (I mentioned that above), in the Love Conquers All category. But you might be interested to know that winterstale has TWO OTHER STORIES NOMINATED FOR INDIES! She truly is a great writer!

The other two stories are 1982 in the AU story that knocks you off your feet category and Sire which is nominated for Best Secondary Characterization, Best Use of a Parent AND Canon or AU story that knocks you off your feet.

2) Voting for the Indies begins February 20th.

Enjoy!!!

It's my blog and I can do what I wanna!

2010-02-05T00:00:00.002-06:00

Right?

This week, I was doing a bunch of searching, trying to find a new T rated story that I resonated with and instead was coming up in dead end after dead end. After whining to Pushy with how lame I was, I said something like, "I wish I could write a post about the awesome book I'm reading, because that would TOTALLY work for The Peach Grove! Hey, wait, I could do that, right?" And my wonderful, fantastic, kick ass buddy Pushy said, "YES!"

So, believe it or not, this is NOT a Twilight related post. Are you still reading? Yes? Well, big gold star for you!

This Christmas I got a giftcard for Borders Books from my brother in law. Wooo hooo! So after ordering Beautiful Creatures, the wonderful website suggested I'd also like the book Fallen by Lauren Kate.

I admit it, I'm a sucker for pretty cover.

And then I remembered seeing this book on Pushy's blog too.

And I hit a promotion: Buy 5 books, get one free AND it's on sale. So I bought it.

And man, am I glad I did.

I was hooked in the first 5 pages. It's hard to recommend a book without spoiling the whole plot, but I'll try. And just know, that I haven't finished it yet; I'm trying to savor it because this is the only one out right now. However, a sequel is in the works!

A girl named Luce is sent to boarding school due to an accident that happened with her a boy a few months ago. Luce is a normal sort of girl, except that she sees things. Shadowy things. Scary shadowing things (like that part in Ghost where the bad shadow things eat the bad guy at the end and take him to hell, I think they're like that). Anyway, she ends up meeting all these strange characters at a school called Sword and Cross.

But the most surprising character is Daniel Grigori. Beautiful Daniel, the boy she can't keep her eyes or her mind off of. And even though he blows her off and is outright rude to her, he says things. Things that imply that he knows her, or knew her, maybe.....before.....say....hmm.....in a previous life perhaps?

And her own mind says foreign things to her, also implying that she knows him, from...uh....before......

OK - so that's the tricky supernatural bit. I mean....I can't give it all away.

But there is something strange going on at this reform school..... and then the love story. *shivers* I just love it. And I'm so flipping mad that I didn't write this story myself!

So, on to the little tease:

A dream:

"Are you scared?" Daniel asked. His head was tilted sideways, his blond hair disheveled by a soft breeze. He was holding her, and while his grip was firm around her waist, it was as smooth and light as a silk sash. Her own fingers were laced behind his shirtless neck.

Was she scared? Of course not. She was with Daniel. Finally. In his arms. The truer question pulling at the back of her mind was: Should she be scared? She couldn't be sure. She didn't even know where she was.

She could smell rain in the air, close by. But both she and Daniel were dry. She could feel a long white dress flowing down to her ankles. There was only a little light left in the day. Luce felt a stabbing regret at wasting the sunset, as if there were anything she could do to stop it. Somehow she knew these final rays of light were as precious as the last drops of honey in a jar.

"Will you stay with me?" she asked. Her voice was the thinnest whisper, almost canceled out by a low groan of thunder. A gust of wind swirled around them, brushing Luce's hair into her eyes. Daniel folded his arms more tightly around her, until she could breathe in his breath, could smell his skin on hers.

"Forever," he whispered back. The sweet sound of his voice filled her up.

There was a small scratch on the left side of his forehead, but she forgot it as Daniel cupped her cheek and brought her face nearer. She tilted her head back and felt the whole of her body go slack with expectation.

Finally, finally, his lips came down on hers with an urgency that took her breath away. He kissed her as if she belonged to him, as naturally as if she were some long-lost part of him that he could at last reclaim.

Then the rain started to fall. It soaked their hair, ran down their faces and into their mouths. The rain was warm and intoxicating, like the kisses themselves.

Luce reached around his back to draw him closer and her hands slid over something velvety. She ran one hand over it, then another, searching for its limits, and then peered past Daniel's glowing face.

Something was unfurling behind him.

Wings. Lustrous and iridescent, beating slowly, effortlessly, shining in the rain. She'd seen them before, maybe, or something like them somewhere.

"Daniel," she said, gasping. The wings consumed her vision and her mind. They seemed to swirl into a million colors, making her head hurt. She tried to look elsewhere, anywhere else, but on all sides, all she could see besides Daniel were the endless pinks and blues of the sunset sky. Until she looked down and took in one last thing.

The ground.

Thousands of feet below them.

So go to that foreign place, yes, that one. The one I know you haven't visited in way too long: the library. Or if you like to buy your books (which I ONLY do if I have a gift card!) head over to your local bookstore (or *shameface* Walmart) and pick this baby up. It's a fairly quick read, and very well written. Luce is a bit sassy and all the support characters are just a heck of a lot of fun to read. And Daniel.....*sigh*........ Let's just leave it at that......

Enjoy and HAPPY WEEKEND!!!!!

MmmmmMonday - Sixteen Hours

2010-01-31T23:59:00.000-06:00

So, I have a confession to make. Until now, all my MmmmMondays recs have come from my favorite file...Yes. I haven't searched for a single one....

Until now.

And I HATE the ff.net search engine, so was pretty afraid of wasting a shit-ton of time trying to find something good..... But you know what, it took all of five minutes and I discovered Sixteen Hours by BelieveItOrNot. First off, I liked the description: Twilight one-shot written for a Help for Haiti auction. A snapshot into Bella's life as she meets the new and unexpected vet in town. Bella struggles with her inner fears and her desire to trust Edward all in one night. E/B, fluff, sexual content, Rated M

Vetward? Hmmmm? Yes please!
My favorite pairing (B/E)
It was spelled perfectly

But best of all, this one-shot was written as part of the Help for Haiti auction at lion_lamb's livejournal. Between that, mskathy and manyafandom's Twifans for Haiti - it's awesome that a few bucks here and there can raise such an awesome amount of money for a place and people so full of need.

Ahem, OK.....now onto the smut:

He laughed. “Bella, I’m not leaving this room, even for a condom, until you've been… satisfied.”

He kissed down my chest, over each of my breasts, and my stomach, until his face was between my legs.

“Edward?”

“What?” He looked up. “Is this okay?”

It was. It was more than okay. But in that moment, I felt the newness of our relationship more than ever, and my self-consciousness was growing. None of this was planned, and I’d never been in such an intimate position before with someone I hardly knew. My legs started to come together on their own accord.

“You don’t… you don’t have to do that.”

“If you’re uncomfortable with it, I won’t. But I promise you, I want to.” He pushed my legs apart again, and teased me with his fingers. “You’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful. I want to put my mouth on you. May I?”

After hearing that, saying no was an impossibility, but saying yes was still hard. Then two of his fingers entered me at once, and my hips raised as I moaned, my insecurities vanishing along with my sight as my eyes closed.

“Yes, Edward. I want you to.”

His lips were on me, slow and evenly paced, sometimes a flick of his tongue, sometimes just his lips. My nails dug into the bedding and my legs pulled back. Then his tongue took turns with his fingers, pressing against me and into me.

“Oh god,“ I said. “Oh god.“ The last moan was hoarse and drawn out, and I couldn’t believe that I’d almost stopped this from happening. This.

Soon his movements and exchanges were so fast that I couldn’t tell the difference between his tongue and his fingers, and it didn’t matter to me either, as long as he didn’t stop.

“Edward…” I moaned, arching my back, and then I repeated the same moan louder. And then a third time, as he went even faster, bringing my orgasm completely out of me. It was part of the entire room, and it shook through me like an earthquake. My body was the fault line, and the quakes kept coming. His tongue and fingers didn’t stop until I had to push him away, because it was too much for me to handle. He stilled his fingers, pressing them firmly against me, letting me come down, and his face returned to mine.

“I’ve been waiting to hear you say my name like that," he said, sweeping my hair back. "I was beginning to think I was doing something wrong.”

My eyes were still closed, so it took me a few tries before I caught his bicep and pulled him close. My hand slipped down his chest, and I had no idea what I was doing.

“Nothing…“ I panted “…wrong… Thank you.”

He kissed me. I felt his lips on mine, but I didn‘t even kiss him back, because I wasn‘t back yet from wherever he sent me. As his kisses continued, I slowly started to return to myself. He took my top lip between his, and then my bottom lip, and by the time his tongue entered my mouth, I was kissing back.

Yeah - good right? Just nice and fluffy and sweet. So go check it out and make your MmmmMonday, MmmmMarvelous!

Do Peaches Have Teams?

2010-01-29T00:00:00.001-06:00

So it occurred to me the other day that I've never read a Team Jacob fic. Crazy hunh? For as much as I feel for that no-so-little guy, I've never gone out and found a fic where he gets his happily ever after with Bella. So odd.

What made me realize this, of course, is that I found a lovely story where Jacob gets just that: Bella all to himself, forever. And since it's even rated K+, I knew I had this weeks pick for TPG. It's a great, short one-shot called The Third One Between by Stretch, an author whose work I became familiar with due to her FABULOUS one-shot for the Love for the Unloved contest: The First Five Times. Please, if you haven't had a chance to read this great story about Leah, run don't walk, over to FFn and do so NOW!!

The title, The Third One Between, comes from a beautiful and haunting Vienna Teng song, Between.

This story gives us a slice of Bella and Jacob's life a few years down the road. A future in which we can only assume that Edward never returned and Bella eventually did recover, with the help of her own, personal sun. Bella's had a bit of a shock, though, and as Jacob arrives home, she's reluctant to share it with him.

“Bella?” he asked tersely. “What is this?”
Her mouth went dry, but the shock that rushed through her frame was quickly replaced by anger. “You went through the trash?!” Bella demanded in response, slamming a stack of plates down on the rickety kitchen table.
“No, I knocked the basket over looking for band-aids under the sink and this just happened to fall out.” Jake waved the stick at her incriminatingly. “What, were you not going to tell me?” His expression was pained but his voice was full of tightly controlled anger. It was the tone he used when his shape didn’t want to stay together.
“It’s not like that.”
“It’s not like that,” he echoed. “Is this a pregnancy test, Bella?”
She couldn’t meet his eyes, turning back to the counter and gripped the edge to steady her shaking hands. “Yes.”
“Is it positive?”
“Yes,” she muttered again.
“Then I guess it’s exactly what I think…”
The silence was deafening. Bella had never fully understood that phrase until just then, when the dripping of the sink seemed to echo across the expanse between them like battle cry. The anger was seceding from her veins now, being replaced by the familiar gut wrenching fear that had gripped when she’d paced the length of bathroom earlier this evening.
“I have an appointment at Emily’s clinic tomorrow morning before work,” Bella said softly, staring down at her chipped nails. “I was going to tell you when I was sure-”
“Sure?” Jacob interrupted, his voice now coming from close behind her. “There’s four more tests scattered all over the bathroom floor right now. All different brands. Bella?” He crossed the room in a single stride, his hand lightly reaching for her arm. “Bella, are we having a baby?”
She couldn’t answer. The fear seemed to have migrated from her stomach up to her esophagus, and Bella knew that if she tried to speak she’d either throw up or cry, neither of which was an acceptable option to her. Instead she just nodded limply.
Jacob grabbed her arm gently and pried her away from the counter. An errant finger forced her to look up, to meet his eyes. She expected to find terror spelled out all across his features, but instead his expression was one of burgeoning hope and excitement. He was a child looking at a wrapped present, barely containing his yearning for whatever lay beneath the paper. “Bells, we’re having a baby?” he repeated.
“Yeah,” she muttered, finally forcing out the words. “Yeah we are.”
His expression morphed into one of utter reverence. He reached around behind her and tossed the test onto the counter.
“Don’t put that by the food!” Bella protested, voicing the first reaction that came to mind. “I peed on it, for crying out loud!”
But Jacob didn’t say anything. He just dropped to his knees and with the most delicate of touches he grabbed Bella’s hips and pressed his ear to her abdomen.
Bella didn’t know weather to laugh cry. “You really have gone off the deep end, Jacob!” she seethed. “It’s not even the size of a tadpole yet. There’s nothing to hear, not even with your ears.”
“Just checking.”

Jake's so sweet and perfect in this story! If there's even a hint of Team Switzerland in you, you'll be sighing over what might have been. So please, read, review and ENJOY!!!

MmmmmmMonday - Cracked

2010-01-25T00:00:00.005-06:00

Can you ever get too much of a good thing? I think we can all agree that the answer is, "Yes." Whether it's too much ice cream giving you brain freeze or too much booze giving you a "I did what?" moment, we've all over-indulged and found ourselves wanting the opposite of what we've got. And that's the precise situation our heroine Bella is in this week.

Bella ropes Edward into something spicier in the bedroom.
And like a gentleman he returns the favor.

Cracked by antiaol explores Bella's growing boredom with the sensitive, caring man she's married and her longing for him to be a little more....forceful.

“Isabella.”
My straining ears were interrupted by Edward’s loud command coming from upstairs. However, I’d already heard enough to place the song. I didn’t even know Edward knew of Closer by Nine Inch Nails, much less owned the music. I felt a shiver run up my spine and heat grow in my stomach as I finally placed the song that I’d heard him humming today. My stomach flipped as I contemplated what that meant and made my way off the couch and up the stairs as quickly as I could in anticipation for what was awaiting me.
I made it to our bedroom in record time and stopped short just inside the doorway. It was dark, save for one lone candle lit on the bedside table. It wasn’t the candle, however, that made my knees weak. No, it was the restraints hanging from the four posters on the bed that piqued my attention.
I felt, rather than heard, Edward come up behind me and jumped, startled at his quiet approach.
"There will be rules for tonight, Isabella. You will not speak unless I tell you to. You will not cum until you are told you may. You will not touch me unless I ask you to. Do you understand?"
I swallowed hard, my throat tight and dry, while I nodded my head at him.
"Mmm. . . very good, my love," Edward said as his hands ghosted up and down my sides, finally coming to rest on my hips. “I hope you didn't think I’d dismissed what we talked about.” Edward spoke low and calmly in my ear, his fingers pressing firmly into my flesh.
I felt my stomach tighten at his words, expectation for what was to come getting the better of me.
Could I answer? He did say I wasn't allowed to speak until he told me I could.
However, even if I wasn't allowed, I was finally getting what I wanted from him and I was all for pushing his buttons to make sure he kept this up. With my resolve set, I temporarily disregarded the rules and spoke out in a low voice.
“Well, yes, actually I did.”
Edward’s hands flew to my breasts, tugging hard on my nipples, eliciting a low moan to come from the back of my throat.
“Did you forget the rules, my Bella? Don’t make me fucking remind you again.”
.
Just hearing Edward say the word fuck had wetness seeping into my panties. He never used that kind of language with me.
His teeth descended on my shoulder where he nipped along to the column of my neck and bit down hard at the juncture there.
“Strip and get on the bed. And, don't make me wait. I want to see you spread open for me.”
I just about collapsed right there in front of him. Edward, anticipating my actions, moved his arms around my waist and steadied me until I could get over my initial shock.
After I trusted my legs enough to walk, I quickly made my way over to the bed, shedding clothing left and right along the way. When I was stripped down to my panties, I climbed onto the bed and sat directly in the middle.
“Can you tell me why you still have your fucking panties on Bella?”
Whoops.
I knew that he was expecting an answer that time, however I was enjoying the rise I was getting out of him. So, instead of responding, I smirked at him with mischief gleaming in my eyes.
“I asked you a fucking question, Bella. Answer me.”
It's all or nothing now. . . Get in the game, Bella!
“Because I want to be punished, Edward.”

Oh, Bella, you naughty girl! And I don't think it's a spoiler to say, Edward is DEFINITELY up to the challenge.

So, please, go and check out antiaol's great one-shot and if you want to know even more about her, check out her interview over at PPSS. Happy MmmmmmMonday!!!

You get what you ask for

2010-01-22T06:30:00.008-06:00

One of the things I do on a regular basis is Google search for images. And I think that's a task most bloggers do, because everyone likes to have a pretty picture to go along with whatever they're writing about. Of course, as we write about lemons, I Google quite a bit of porn.

Honest, honey! I don't know why we got that virus....
I was just searching for....
*facepalm*

But even though I'm expecting to see some graphic stuff in my results, I am occasionally surprised by something even weirder. And today I thought I would share with you a couple of funny things I found when I was looking for pictures for uhyesplease's post this past Monday.

1) A Christian blog dedicated to spicing life up with your husband. Yup, it's called Christian Nymphos and when I came upon it, looking for a shower sex pic for uhyesplease, I got this post in my results:

Yup, only on the web can you find a place where
Anal Sex comes right before
Bible Studies.
It's right there on the side bar. Nice!

2) ShopMania, where in addition to comparing prices on electronics and soap, you can be a savvy shopper for shower sex handles. Oh, interwebs, is there nothing you can't find me?

And at only $8.25, you too can explore your mskathy inspired fantasies.
Maybe with DH.
See the above Christian website for more details
on how the Almighty wants you to get your freak on!

Well that's it for today. I'm interested in hearing what the weirdest thing you ever came across while Googling images for your site is. Not necessarily the most depraved thing, but just something that made you go, "Hunh?" Tell me in the comments!!

MmmmmMonday - The Trip Home

2010-01-18T00:00:00.001-06:00

There once was a time when the Lemon Sisters did not exist.....

See kids, this was a very lonely time for a closet Twi-lover who wasn't even known as Uhyesplease yet. However, by a one in a million chance blogpost through a super secret lovely name Cutie, she met The One. And by The One, I mean, the sister she never knew she needed. The person who completed her. Not only did this foxy lady give her the gumption to write, but she also made her laugh, shared fic recs and most of all chatted all hours of the day and night. About Twilight. About kids. About hubbies. But most of all about lemons.

How much do I love this girl - I can't even tell you!

One night in particular stands out while chatting about this and that. These two had reached a bit of a lull of sorts - all due to a fic update that had arrived in Uhyesplease's email inbox. She wanted to chat with Foxy but this was one of those fics that she had to drop everything for. And I mean EVERYTHING.

It was Chapter 30 of The Trip Home by mskathy.

See, UYP is a bit of a sucker for the romance. And a little bit more for the naughty stuff. She really has no problem with alternate or mixed pairings. Not only did this fic satisfy her need for great storytelling, but she was completely in love with Bella, Jasper and Edward who in turn were also all crazy in love with each other.

And then there were the lemons.

Oh, sweet citrus of the gods...

The lemons....

Not only was she not able to converse properly with her lovely Pushy - but she absolutely HAD to share the delectable smut she was reading. Sharing really IS caring after all.

“Can you touch your toes?”

“I think so?” she squeaked, voice thick with uncertain expectation.

Biting her lower lip, I couldn't help the predatory grin that spread across my face. I gave her one last quick kiss before grabbing her waist and turning us around. We were facing Edward, me behind Bella, and I slid my hands up the front of her body. She rocked back against me, head resting on my shoulder as I teased her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. My teeth left soft marks on her skin, and when I could see Edward had enough teasing, I took a half step back, then ran one hand to Bella's neck.

Curling my hand around to the back of her neck, I pressed gently, but with enough force that she'd get the point. She rolled her body down seductively. I could see her elbows sticking out, and I imagined that she was teasing Edward just as I had been, the soft pads of her fingertips ghosting over her skin as she essentially bent herself in half.

I took a minute to trace the soft curves and shapes of her body, appreciating the subtle but lovely differences between her and Edward. They each called to me, in entirely different ways. I delighted in the fact that I was lucky enough to have them both to love, and to love me. From where I was standing, I saw Bella's slim fingers wind around her ankles and my own cupped the swell of her ass. My hands turned, fingertips pointing in toward her center, and I couldn't resist the urge to tease her briefly, skimming them along her slit. I watched as she shivered.

Smirking at her response, I brought one hand to my own body, giving myself a quick stroke as I looked at Edward. His body was tense, but his pace was still slow and measured. I wanted to drive him insane. I wanted to hold that power over him, cause his own orgasm to burst from his body, without even touching him.

As I guided my cock into Bella, my other hand went to her hip to help steady her. I heard her suck in a short, gasping breath at my welcomed invasion of her body. She pressed back against me and I slowly sank all the way into her. I had no idea what it felt like for her from this position, but the tightness of her muscles already quivering around me forced my eyes closed. Once I was buried inside and had fought the urge to thrust for long enough, I brought my other hand to her hip and began to move.

My eyes opened slightly, and I looked down between our bodies. The leisurely pace we were moving at was perfect for observing. I watched the way her skin slipped around me – with each stroke out, her lips seemed to hold onto me as long as they could. It was sensual and sexy at the same time, making me harder and fueling my desire to push faster.

Edward moaned and I looked up just in time to see his eyes squeeze shut. His hand fisted around his cock harder, stroking the entire length up and down. I licked my lips, knowing his orgasm would come soon. I continued to stroke in and out of Bella, provoking soft sighs and melodic sounds from her. Watching as he raised his hips off the seat, his body responding to the images he had seen before closing his eyes, and the sounds around him, I said his name quietly to get his attention.

His eyes opened and my smile lifted halfway. I raised an eyebrow and shifted my eyes down, hoping he'd pick up what I meant. He softly whispered a clipped “fuck” before his hand went back to work, flying over his body faster than before. Watching him stroke himself, watching my own cock sink in and come back out of Bella, it was almost too much.

Then the thing I had silently asked for, silently begged for, but never expected to actually happen, happened. I heard Edward mutter, then saw the droplets land on the swell of Bella's ass and I hardened further. My own head shook side to side as I watched his come land on her body, slipping over her skin, some of it sliding right down to where we were joined. I'd never done anything even remotely close to that before. As I watched Edward's come disappear inside Bella with my cock, I didn't just fall over the edge into my climax, I was shoved from the cliff at full speed.

My hands tightened their grip around her and I somehow managed to slow my movements, instead of stopping altogether, as I came. I was still mesmerized by the sight of Edward all over her. One of my hands moved to her back, swiping through the sticky liquid. We had both come inside of Bella before, but there was something feral about seeing it. Mid-stroke, I pulled out and finished in the same spot Edward had, watching in fascination as it happened.

Realizing Bella had not yet climaxed, I moved my fingers down to her opening. My thumb rested on her clit as I worked her back to a peak. My eyes focused on Edward's hands, now touching and rubbing her breasts and back. He shifted to sit on the ground next to her, their heads fairly even and their lips meeting with love.

Rubbing my fingers along her g-spot, I felt her tense and come around me. A soft, whimpering cry tumbled from her mouth against Edward's. I slowed my fingers, withdrawing them gently from her body when I was certain her pleasure had been drained. My arms wrapped around her and I pulled her down to the floor of the shower with me. The three of us wrapped around each other, as we were meant to be.

Then the IM conversation went something like this:

OPF: HOLY SHIT - Did you write that???
UYP: Are you fucking kidding me? I could NEVER write something as awesome as that - that's ALL mskathy from the latest chapter of The Trip Home.
OPF: Really? THAT WAS FUCKING HOT!
UYP: I KNOW! I've been telling you to read this fic for weeks now!
OPF: Is it all like that?
UYP: Yes, and it's not just about the lemons, it goes so far beyond the lemons. It's awesome, it's my favorite AND my best.

I believe it was a day or two later that the Lemon Sisters were born because we just had to share the recs that we were passing back and forth to each other!

And now you (insert Jon Lovitz's voice from The Wedding Singer) get to reap all the benefits.

As always - I love you all!

Seducing Ms Swan is nestled quite nicely in The Peach Grove

2010-01-14T23:12:00.004-06:00

“I’m parked over there,” I said, pointing to a spot a couple of spaces away. Parked there were a silver Mondeo, a battered blue Ford and a large dirty white van, beyond which, concealed from view, was my motorbike. Edward took one glance at the motley collection of vehicles before heading straight for the Ford.

“I see your taste in cars is still just as poor,” he commented, running a disdainful hand over the car’s dented bonnet and pausing to peer disparagingly through the windows at the dingy interior. “Is there a particular reason that you repeatedly seek the slowest forms of transportation available to you?”

I rolled my eyes. Men and cars; they were all exactly the same. Show them something with wheels and an engine and they instantly used it as an opportunity to bore everyone with their superior knowledge. Maybe Jacob and Edward wouldn’t get on so badly after all. I eased my bag from Edward’s grip, ignoring his continued comments about the car, and squeezed past him through the gap between the Ford and the van, coming out on the other side. There sat my motorbike. Red and shiny, it was almost unrecognizable to the rusty pile of parts I had saved from the Markse family’s scrap heap. Over the years Jacob had tweaked and modified it to his heart’s content, and it was now a pretty respectable piece of machinery. Its engine and top speed might not have impressed the likes of Edward, but it suited me perfectly well. I placed my rucksack on the ground next to the bike and began to unzip it. From the corner of my eye I saw that Edward had emerged from the other side of the van. He stood there watching me rummage through my bag, a look of wary mystification on his face.

“What are you doing Bella?” he asked, as I pulled my leather jacket from the depths of my rucksack and shrugged it on.

“Going home,” I replied, pulling out my helmet and clipping my hair back from my face before donning it too. Then I zipped closed the bag and put my arms through the straps, key in hand.

Edward’s eyes narrowed. “But what about your car?”

“It’s not my car,” I said, swinging my leg over the saddle.

“But you-”

“No I didn’t, you just assumed,” I replied, sticking the key in the ignition. The bike immediately roared to life. I smiled slowly. I love that sound. It brought back memories of hot summers and rainy autumns, of hours spent in Jacob’s garage with no sound but the hiss of opening soda cans and the clink of tools, the heat rolling off of his bare chest in waves as he worked tirelessly away at the engine of his old Rabbit. If I tried hard enough, I could still hear the rain pounding against the iron roof, Jacob’s infectious laughter and the far off beating of paws on the track outside which always announced the arrival of Quil or Embry. I miss it all so much. I thought wistfully. Maybe it was a time for a change; perhaps once the Cullens left I should start looking for a job back West.

I looked back to Edward to see he had moved inhumanly fast to stand in front of the bike, blocking its path. His eyes were flashing like fire and his mouth was curled down into an angry scowl; he looked almost as menacing as he had done earlier that evening. Oh look, I thought wryly to myself, angry Edward’s back. “You are NOT riding that,” he growled warningly.

“I think you’ll find I am,” I said, revving the engine loudly to prove my point.

“NO!” Edward shouted. His beautiful voice was blissfully furious and I realized with a slight chill that he sounded just had he always had done in my hallucinations when I had first started riding my motorbike. It was hard to pretend that I didn’t find his anger more than a little bit attractive, but it was also rather irritating. I was cold, it was late and I wanted to go home. I didn’t have time for this.

“Edward, you’re being ridiculous.” I sighed.

“I’M being ridiculous? Bella, you can hardly walk over a flat surface without tripping and now you’re telling me that you’ve taken up riding motorcycles, MOTORCYCLES?! Of all the stupid, reckless, insane things to do-”

Why do you care? I thought wistfully, What’s it to you if I hurt myself on this bike? I wanted so badly to pretend that he was worried about me and wanted to keep me safe, but I knew that was delusional. It was more likely that he was doing this just out of habit; it was just an irritating hang-over from the days where he had been protective of me.

“-do you know how many people get KILLED on these death-traps a year? Is that what you want- to become a statistic?” He was still ranting at me. I noticed from the corner of my eye that the rest of the Cullens had got out of their cars and were walking towards us, no doubt wondering what the hold up was. I groaned; there were only so many ‘scenes’ I could take today.

“Look,” I said hastily, “whether or not I choose to ride a motorbike is up to me. I’m an adult now, and I’m fully capable of making my own decisions.”

“Well you clearly AREN’T if you choose to do something as ludicrous as ride a motorbike!” Edward yelled at me, “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!? Have you actually gone INSANE?!” That was it; I was angry again. So much for apologies and truces, now I just wanted to fight back. How dare he treat me like an idiot?

“Stop it Edward, this has nothing to do with you.”

“Yes it does!” He shouted, apoplectic with rage.

“No it doesn’t!” I snapped, irritated, “It’s no concern of yours what I do with my life; you made that pretty clear when you left. Now out of my way please!” I knew Edward would refuse again, but I didn’t wait for a response. Trusting that the element of surprise would play to my advantage, I revved the engine again and wrenched the handlebars, causing the bike to turn sharply, facing the opposite direction to Edward. Then, ignoring his outraged roars, I slammed my foot down on the acceleration pedal with all the force I could muster, making the bike shoot forwards like a bullet from a gun. Within seconds I was already twenty metres away from an astounded Edward. I was going so fast that I only just had time to steer away from the Cullen family who were all standing, staring open-mouthed at me, in the middle of the parking lot. “See you tomorrow Alice!” I cried over the roar of my engine and Edward’s howling profanities. “You can pick me up at 11:00!” And then I sped off towards the open road, not even bothering to conceal my wide grin.

Who ever said Bella Swan couldn’t be cool?

It hasn't been my style to start out with a teaser, but in this fic's case, it had to be done. DQRC (Rialle on Twilighted), or Diamondquill as she's known on Twitter, is a young writer (just finishing her A-levels) from the UK who absolutely blows me away. Finding a teaser was quite hard, as everything is good AND I don't want to spoil the story for you.

The title, Seducing Ms Swan, sounds like something that might be rated M, however, it's rated T. Sure there's a few bad words and some kissing - yet for me who LOVES her lemons, I did'nt miss them ONE BIT. Seducing Ms Swan is so completely solid. And I'm still completely blown away that she's 17. Of course, I do have to mention that she just got accepted in Cambridge, so, how do you like 'dem apples?

Here's the premise: The story picks up six years after the Cullens left Forks. Bella never jumped, Alice had no vision, life went on. Bella is single, works as a high school English teacher in Rochester, NY, Jake is still her best friend, and she never heard from the Cullens again. However, Edward has always been a constant in her mind. So guess what happens when a new student arrives in her English class? Yeah, I KNOW!

There are lots of great twists and turns in this fic, but what really made me fall in love is the incredible writing and angst DQRC creates. Her Edward is so perfectly canon, it's a bit scary. And in a way, he's more real than the character SM created. At least for me, as much as I'm Team Edward, he really pussed out a bit for me in the saga. But in Seducing Ms Swan, Edward's completely and totally alive again for me. I felt like my Twilight Edward finally came back in full force.

And then there's Bella. She's smart, she's done everything she could to survive the love of her life leaving her, she's kinda spunky and Emmet calls her a badass after she leaves Ed in the dust on her bike. But it's her heart (again, with the emo, JEEZ UYP!) and the rawness of the pain she still has that gets me. First of all, I've always thought Bella let Edward off too easily in New Moon. The scene (in chapter 10-11) where they finally hash out what happened six years ago was so amazingly perfect and satisfying for me - I wish THAT was what had happened in New Moon. The dialogue, the emotion, all of it. I read. I snotsobbed. I hate summing things up with lame words, but WOW is all I've got.

Oh ok, twist my arm, I have to tease a bit of that tremendous breakdown:

“WHY DO YOU CARE?!” I exploded at him, screaming at the top of my voice, “WHY DO YOU EVEN GIVE A SHIT?! You LEFT me, you REJECTED me; you said you didn’t want me, you left me in the forest!” I turned to face the house and through the wall of violently falling snow, I could just make out the silhouette of Edward’s family. “HE LEFT ME!” I shrieked out to the night, knowing that they would hear me even through the howling icy wind, “After all the times he told me he loved me, he DUMPED me, said that he was BORED of me!”

“I LIED!” Edward roared, “BELLA, I LIED! I LOVE YOU!”

My heart stopped.

No.

How could he?

How could he play with me like that, when he knew how I felt about him? “D-don’t,” I croaked, ripping my eyes from his face and trying to feign him off with my hands, “don’t lie to me like that, it’s not fair!” My voice cracked as more tears poured down my cheeks. I loved him so much and yet here he was, toying with me for his own enjoyment. I felt my heart shatter and the hole in my chest rip wide open; I had to fight not to scream out in pain or fall over. “This might be a j-joke to you Edward but it’s n-not to me!” I choked at him, “How c-can you be so c-cruel?” I staggered back from him, my arms flailing blindly behind me for my bike, my only chance of escape.

“No Bella, I’m not lying!” He followed me, a look of desperation on his face as he spoke. “I love you with all my heart; you’re my life, my soul, my reason for existence-”

“S-STOP IT!” I screamed, clasping my hands over my ears, “STOP s-saying t-that! H-haven’t you h-hurt me enough?” I tried to run away from him, but I couldn’t move in the snow and I fell hard onto the ground. I lay there, shivering and sobbing, and curled my entire body into a protective ball. Pain was running through me, electrocuting my veins and making my head ache as I rocked back and forth, trying my absolute hardest to hold myself together. I felt the snow sink slightly, as Edward knelt down next me. Slowly, hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around me. “You left me,” I whispered weakly, over and over again, clinging on to him with all my might “you left me on my own, you said you didn’t love me.”

“I know,” he murmured into my ear, stroking my hair, “God, I know, Bella, I am so sorry. I wish with all my heart that I could undo what I did. I’ve spent every single second regretting it, ever since I uttered those lies, ever since I left you in that forest.” I could feel his body shaking- or was it my own? Either way, we were both moving together like trees in a monsoon, desperately trying to keep hold of each other. The world could end, the universe could explode and none of it would matter, because at least I was with him, touching him. Edward turned me around so that he was looking me straight in the eyes. “Bella Swan, I love you more than anything in the world. Without you, life is meaningless; like a blank canvas in a sea of white. Every day since I left you I have been wishing that I could return, longing to see you, to touch you, to kiss you.” I looked away from him, unable to comprehend his words. He must be lying… and yet, was he? He looked so sincere; I couldn’t detect a ghost of a lie in his eyes, but his words made no sense. If he loved me, then why did he ever leave? Why didn’t he come back straight away?

See? I told you - it's that rip-your-heart-out stuff that I so completely love.

And these are just a few peeks. Really, do yourself a favor and start this story. No, it's not complete yet, but it will be. And it's not just canon either - DQRC has a great side story with Jacob and one of the lesser known wolfpack: Brady. She's able to tie in what happens with Victoria, as well as the relationship between Jacob and Bella as well.

So take a little lemon breather and add this to your fic list. I promise you won't regret it (or the peach daiquiri is on me!)

MmmmmmMonday - Coming Home and The Possiblity of You

2010-01-11T00:00:00.010-06:00

Glitter text courtesy of textspace.net,
Officer Lemon courtesy of OPF's crazy imagination.

Another MmmmmmMonday post, another excuse for me to be searching for porn on the internet. Aaah, the sacrifices I make as a Lemon Sister. *sigh* But, I was particularly excited to be searching for this weeks photos, because this week we're pimping out an entry for what could easily be described as the sexiest contest ever: Edward in uniform. That's right ladies, today's recommendations were both written for the Perv Pack's An Officer and a Gentleman Contest.

I'll start with the one I was lucky enough to beta: Coming Home by HookaShewz (also known to some as KBacon). This one-shot is so sweet and lemony, both romantic and steamy, a perfect combination.

The few, the proud, the Marines....Hell, yeah, baby!!!

In this story, Edward's a Marine who's been away in Afghanistan and comes home, somewhat worse for the wear, on Christmas Eve. Little does he realize, there have been a few developments at home while he was gone. But I'll save all that for the story. Here's the tease:

I was pretty keyed up knowing I was leaving the next day and woke up after about an hour. I slipped out of bed and put on a pair of boxers before heading to the kitchen to get a drink. Grabbing the container of OJ I shut the refrigerator door and snuck a guilty glance around for Bella. When I didn't see her I just opened the cap and drank the OJ from the carton. I didn’t realize I was so thirsty. I felt a little trickle start to run down my chin. Still drinking, I started to turn and grab a paper towel to wipe it off when I felt a small hand on my chest stopping me. Bella went up on her tip toes and licked the orange juice off my chin with that fantastic tongue of hers.
“Yummy! Edward and orange juice; could be my all time favorite flavor.” I could see the lust shining in her eyes and my dick was instantly rock hard. Bella was in her robe and since we had both been naked when we fell asleep I knew that all it would take for me to undress her was to untie the sash. She beat me to it. I pushed the robe off her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. Hard and insistent our tongues mated. I backed her up to the table in the breakfast nook and grabbed her waist lifting her up onto the table. I wanted a taste of my favorite flavor; Bella.
I nibbled her ear and made my way down her neck. Mmm. Bella’s nipples were hard and sweet like honey, so I took my time worshiping her breasts. I would suck and lick and scrap my teeth on one while using my hand to play with the other. I made my way down her body using my tongue and teeth. I was almost to the promised-land. Bella leaned back, propped up on her elbows. I put her feet up to rest at the edge of the table and pulled her down to me.

The second one is yet another amazing short story by the incomparable afragilelittlehuman: The Possibility of You. This one-shot will take you on a year's journey of the heart in less than 5000 words. Yes, fragile is just that good. In The Possibility of You, Bella is a probational fire fighter working in the station under Edward's command. He's a gentleman and won't reveal his feelings for her while she works there, but do the other guys in the station have to ask her to slide down the pole?

Here's the tease:

"Your turn, Lieutenant." Her smile was slightly evil.
"Oh, no, I'm just an innocent bystander." I stared at her as the guys downstairs loudly called me several colorful names, trying to get me down. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I whispered, leaning close enough to smell the strawberry shampoo I'd become so accustomed to.
She gave me the same determined look she had the day I offered to help her with the truck. I knew better than to argue, so I slid down the pole and waited for her.
We all gazed, enraptured, as she slowly wrapped her body around the pole. She hung suspended over us for just a second, before loosening her grip and plunging toward us. Almost immediately, her feet lightly touched the first floor, stopping her descent, and she turned to face us, her wide grin lighting up her face. Never acknowledging the stunned silence, she walked toward the stairs, pausing only slightly as she yelled over her shoulder.
"Don't think I don't know you were all staring at my ass."
Of course we were. How could we not? Her body was toned but soft, curved and perfect, leading to that impeccably tight little ass. The guys all shook their heads, laughed, and followed her up the stairs as if the world hadn't just titled on its axis. It was several seconds before I could even move.
After that night, the guys went back to talking about sports and beer and politics, the subject of Bella's pole display never coming back up. But it was all I could think about. I imagined her legs wrapping around me instead of that pole, her body sliding down mine. It was a few days before I could look her in the eye again, even though she was still a nightly fantasy while I stroked myself in the shower.

Poor, lonely Edward! Poor, wet, lonely Edward. Edward all alone in the shower......*lust filled daze* Oh! Sorry about that. Where were we? Oh yeah, poor Edward. Will he ever get his Bella? Go read and find out!

These are just two of the great stories that have been submitted to the PPSS's An Officer and a Gentleman Contest. Definitely check out all of the entries in this inspired contest, you know you won't regret it! The submission deadline was extended to the end of this week, so I imagine voting will begin next Monday. Please, don't forget to vote!

A Contest Made For Us - The GLAs

2010-01-08T16:39:00.012-06:00

Ok, not really, but did you know that there's actually a set of awards out there now called the Golden Lemon Awards? I just saw it on Twific News and I had to pimp it out here. They've just opened up a call for categories.

So, what's a category you'd like to see? Best Blindward? Craziest Fairytale Inspired Sex Scene? Now's your chance to craft a category.

Please, support your favorite lemony authors and click on over to the Golden Lemon Awards site and let them know what you'd like to see. Then head back on the 19th to nominate your favorite fic to fill that category. Easy as lemon meringue pie!

Welcome To The Peach Grove!

2010-01-07T23:30:00.001-06:00

We've all been there: you're panting along, eyes glued to the laptop as Domward is spanking the shiz out of a leather-clad Sub-ella. Then you're back in RL and feel...weird? Worn out? Dare I say it???? Over-sexed? Heresy? I hope not.

Because I've been doing some thinking as of late. Just as much as a life without sex would be unthinkable for me, so is a life that's only about sex. And the same goes for fanfic in my book. So behold....a new semi-regularly occurring post section: The Peach Grove (banner pending).

A mostly sweet oasis in a flaming hot sea of lemony fics

Every now and then, UYP and I will be recommending something NOT NC-17 rated. Because, let's face it, there's more to life than whips and clits and all that (although there are days when that's all I'm interested in! *wink*)

For our inaugural Peach Grove post, I have a bittersweet recommendation: Another Auld Lang Syne by bonnysammy for The Mystic Awards' latest dare. For those of you unfamiliar with Dan Fogelberg's song, Same Old Lang Syne, it's a sad tale of a singer who meets an old lover in the grocery store on Christmas Eve, how they awkwardly reconnect and are left wondering "What might have been?"

bonnysammy does an excellent job of merging the sentiments of this song into the world of Twilight, creating a touching story of longing and loss with a hint of hope at the end (no small feat in just over 4000 words!).

From In Search of a Midnight Kiss which I have never seen but looks cute

I looked toward the side window, unable to explain my train wreck of a life to his face. I couldn’t bear to see the sympathy in his eyes at my pathetic semblance of normalcy.
“Well…I’d like to say I love him, but you know how I feel about lying. It’s really been a marriage of convenience. We started dating right after my first year in college. Jess had broken it off with him, so he was alone, and so was I. I mean, it’s not all bad. He’s got a good job; he’s an architect. It takes care of us and we do well enough. But, there’s no passion. I haven’t felt passion for a long time.” Not since you. “But I get the basics: a warm, dry, safe home. And no, there are no kids. I’d love kids, but not with him. He’s not the father type.” Not like you would have been. I took a deep breath and turned to face him again. His eyes were soft, but not pitying. “Enough about me. What about you? I see your new album everywhere. That must be great, you know, doing so well.”
“Yeah,” he answered. “At times it is pretty great. I love the live audience. It’s electric; I can almost feel it. The buzz they give off is invigorating, almost like heaven. But the traveling? Pure hell. I never know where I’m going to be next. And I never remember where I am any given day.”
“That must be hard, discombobulating. It’s almost like living in a constant state of uncertainty.” I felt sorry for him.
“Very,” he answered. “I’m ready to stop for a while. Maybe settle down. Somewhere small, quiet.”
“Sounds like here would be great for you,” I pushed.
“Yeah,” he answered. “I couldn’t do it for another year or so, due to contracts, though. And, that might be too painful.” His voice had become practically a whisper.
A change of subject was necessary.
“Well, you look great,” I complimented. “Almost like no time’s passed.”
“Me?” he questioned, doubt apparent in his eyes. “You look exactly the same, the same blush on your cheeks, the same light in your beautiful eyes. They are just as clear and the same shade of brown I remember.” He reached out a hand and brushed it against my cheek tenderly.
I knew he was being kind. I looked, and often felt, every second of the years that had passed. When I gazed in his eyes, however, they did not give away any idea that he was lying. In fact, they appeared filled with adoration, causing appreciation to shoot through me.
“Thanks,” I hedged. I looked down to the beers and realized that they were gone. I wondered how long we’d been talking; time had passed too quickly. There was really nothing else left to say. Well, nothing trivial. The most important words, the words I would never say due to my circumstances, still hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to breathe.
“Well, I’d better get going,” I finally sputtered out. My tongue felt thick and tired from overuse; I hadn’t spoken so much in a long time. My husband and I rarely spoke more than a few syllables to each other; we had nothing to say.

That song just gets me EVERY time!!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the song and the lovely one/shot it inspired. Please go check out Another Auld Lang Syne and send bonnysammy some love!

Before I let you all go, though, I wanted to mention that originally, I had intended for my inaugural Peach Grove pick to be The Beauty Within by my friend and ITB co-author, afragilelittlehuman. Unfortunately I slacked on this post too long and now everyone and their mother has recommended it.

STILL, I wanted to mention that The Beauty Within is what moved me from thinking about creating The Peach Grove to actually making it a reality. So for that, fragile, I thank you!

For those of you who may not have read this AMAZING one-shot yet, here's some background:

This story was written as a gift (because fragile is just so sweet that way) for erikasbuddy. Greta (that's erikasbuddy) gave fragile the idea for the story (see fragile's blog for the details) and fragile wrote this touching piece.

I have blatantly stolen this from fragile's blog. *wink*

The dessert plates were cleared, and we sat in silence as the band began to play a slow song. Her hand was on my arm again, and I could hear her chair creak as she leaned toward me. "Edward, would you dance with me?"
Me, dancing? No, I knew that was a bad idea. "Thanks for asking Bella, but I'm not really a dancer. Maybe one of the other guys..."
"I don't want to dance with any of the other guys." Her voice was suddenly shy and meek. "I want to dance with you."
Summoning all the courage I could muster and swallowing hard, I moved my chair away from the table and stood, extending my hand toward her. "Lead the way."
Bella took my hand, and I tugged it slightly to help her up out of her seat. I expected her to lead me by my hand or maybe even place my hand on her shoulder as she'd probably seen Jasper do a time or two. What I didn't expect was what she did.
She pulled my arm around her and placed my hand on her waist.
"Is this okay?" She didn't even try to hide teasing tone of her voice.
I nodded a little too enthusiastically. "Y-yes, this is fine."
A tiny gasp and the tinkle of a charm bracelet let me know that Alice and probably Jasper were watching the entire exchange. My face was blazing in embarrassment, and I knew I'd never hear the end of it.
Usually, if someone wanted to guide me, they would offer their elbow. With my parents, Jasper, and Alice, I preferred just a light touch on their shoulder. It was awkward trying to navigate the floor with only my hand at Bella's waist. Like this, however, I could feel the beginning of the swell of her hip with my pinky, and I wasn't about to give that up.
Finally, Bella stopped, and, as she turned to face me, my hand brushed around her waist until it rested at the opposite side. I brought my free hand up to the small of her back and pulled her to me, her arms coming up to encircle my neck. I kept a respectable distance as we gently swayed, but I still felt her warm breath on my neck as she whispered to me.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Her muscles were tense underneath my fingers.
My hand, having a mind of its own, rubbed small, soothing circles on her back. "Sure, Bella, you can tell me anything."
"I asked Alice to seat me next to you." Judging from the absence of warmth, she was holding her breath.
"Really?" No, my voice didn't break like a pre-pubescent undergoing a voice change, not at all.
Her arms tightened around my neck, and she pressed herself against me. The soft curves of her body molded to me, and I tried to calm my breathing as my hand moved from her waist to brush up and down her side. I felt the heat of her released breath, and the tiniest whimper escaped her lips. Unable to stop myself, I leaned down and found her cheek with the tip of my nose, brushing it across and inhaling her tart scent. She shivered in response.
The beautiful, slow song ended and a cacophony of dance music started. We didn't move a muscle.
"Edward?" Bella asked, her voice breathy.
"Yes?" I replied, almost choking.
"Would you like to go to the museum garden with me? Get away from all this noise?"
My heart, which had been pounding previously, completely stopped.

*sigh* This one is such a romantic one/shot. It leaves you with a wonderful, dreamy feeling inside. Please go check out The Beauty Within and let fragile know what you think of it.

And PLEASE let me know what you think of the Peach Grove idea in the comments. We're definitely not getting rid of the LEMONS in The Lemon Sisters, but sometimes you need to temper it with something a bit softer. I hope you enjoy!

MmmmmmMonday - Displaced

2010-01-03T21:08:00.015-06:00

Happy New Year, lovelies!!!

As I was searching for today's lemon, I began thinking about all the things I wish for both myself and my readers in the new year. Yes, yes, there's health, wealth and wisdom. And of course, I wouldn't be a Lemon Sister if I didn't wish for steamy hot sex. But there is one thing that I'm wishing for us all of us to have a little more of: romance.

Whether or not you're lucky enough to have found your own personal Edward (or Jasper...or Emmett...or Carlisle...or, well, you get the idea) no relationship suffers from an additional dose of romance.

Dear Lord, I promise I will be a VERY good girl this year as long as I can have some combination of the above!

So with that thought in mind I present to you this year's very first MmmmmmMonday recommendation: Displaced by algonquinrt.

This story is so wonderful. I laughed and teared up and was transported to another time, all of which must have been the author's goals since it was written for (and was a winner in) the Age of Edward contest that took place over the summer last year. The concept behind the story is sort of a Twilight meets Far and Away scenario, where Edward, a good Irish boy finally joining his family in America, comes to the aid of Bella, a Polish girl all on her own and having trouble entering the country. Overcoming the obstacles of nationality and language in order to fall in love, their story will have your heart aching for their wedding day.

“Bella? You understand we're to be married?”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Edward, could you be any less romantic? She turned to face me again, and her eyes seemed even sadder.

“No, Ed-vard. No marry.”

I found her denial made me angrier than me da's demand to marry her. I may not have offered her a romantic proposal, but why would the girl not want to marry me?

“Bella, vihj-jeesh za minyeh?” I asked her usin' the Polish, offerin' me ma's ring, hopin' it was only the delivery that set things awry.

“No, Ed-vard. No marry.”

She was much more insistent the second time, and I found I was bereft. What was I to tell me da? So much for the banns, the girl said no?

“Why?” I asked her, plaintive as a wee child.

“Ed-vard, marry... ah... love.”

Me heart broke, but I wasn't sure for whom it was breakin'. Was she waitin' for her true love, or was she expectin' that I should be waitin' for me own instead?

'Til then, I'd been speakin' slowly and deliberately, so she could understand as much as possible, but me next words flew out in a blur.

“Bella, me ma and da weren't in love when they married, and it seems to have turned out fine for them. I'm afraid of what might happen to you, and, if I'm honest, to me family, if we don't get married. I do find you beautiful, and interestin', and I hope in time I might come to love you, much as me ma and da have. Please, Bella, will you marry me?”

She was starin' at me by the end of me long speech, her head tilted as she tried to understand what all I might have said to her.

“Pocałujesz mnie?” she asked.

I struggled, sortin' through the few Polish words I'd learned. Po-sa-wu... Did the girl just ask me to kiss her?

“Kiss?” I blurted out. “You want to kiss me?”

For the first time, I really watched her as she blushed, seein' the bright pink as it lit up her face. This time, I swore there'd be no interruptions, and I leaned toward her, givin' her ample opportunity to flee if this wasn't what she'd meant.

I'd imagined kissin' her more times than I should admit to outside the confessional, but was still expectin' a chaste kiss, no more than a brief brush of me lips against hers. That is, that's what I'd expected until me lips finally did meet hers.

She'd closed her eyes and jutted her chin out, offerin' me her closed lips. Mine were slightly parted as they met hers, takin' one last breath before I dared to kiss her. When our mouths met, me heart stopped beatin' for a moment, then came back to life with a heavy thud. Unable to stop meself, I moved me lips over hers, addin' more pressure that she met as well. I heard her breath grow faster, and dared move me hand to the side of her neck as our mouths met again and again. Her hands moved to me shoulders, then crept around to the back of me neck, curlin' into me hair. Truly, I'd never felt so tempted, and without thought, me tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. She gasped, and the sound brought me back to me senses. This was no whore; this was the woman I was to marry, and I was treatin' her no better than a woman of ill repute.

I pulled back from her and nearly lost all sense of propriety. Her eyes were still closed and her face flushed. Her lips were red as cherries and swollen from our kisses, and I knew if I didn't step away from her then, I'd be lost.

Her eyes fluttered open as I backed away, and she looked at me, hurt and confused.

“Ah, Bella,” I stammered. “I, ah, shouldn't, ah...”

I couldn't bear the look in her eyes.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Bella, that was... I've never... that was simply amazin'.”

Whether it was me words or the sentiment behind them, I had no idea, but she gave me a great smile and reached for me hand. I realized I still had me ma's ring in the other hand, and dropped to one knee, offerin' her the ring again.

“Bella, would you do me the honor of bein' me wife?” I asked, hopin' this time she would accept.

She smiled again, and accepted the ring.

“Yes, Ed-vard. Marry you.”

I slipped me ma's ring onto her finger, and exhaled. Suddenly, the idea of marryin' this girl wasn't as frightenin' as it had been.

Go check it out and get your swoon on for the week.

MmmmmMonday: Secret Santa Success!

2009-12-27T21:43:00.003-06:00

First of all – for never doing something like this before, I am so darn pleased with the level of participation (14 Secret Santas) and most of all – realizing how amazingly creative and thoughtful you are. I mean, I KNEW you gals were good, but I had no idea how special and personal you made all your gifts. And since I drew names out of the hat – many of you were paired with people you didn’t know quite so well. My proverbial sorting hat is tilted to you, ladies, and your kickass gift giving skills!

So, I know you are all dying to see who had who and who gave what. And since there are a few fanfic gems and smoking hawt pics and banners, consider them your MmmmmMonday selections.

ENJOY!

SBDGT (Betti Gefecht’s Secret Santa Recipient)

"I can say that I absolutely loved my gift from Betti! She took everything I love (Jackson, Texas, & me being a Pisces) and gave me the best present this year! I love homemade gifts the best. I cannot thank her enough. It was a new banner for my blog, a button for my friends to link to me, a HOT banner for my FanFic Together Again, and a pic of Jackson that had me staring (and drooling) forever!

"The Story: I got an anonymous comment giving me a mysterious link telling me I should wait till Christmas. I've never been much for peeking so I was trying to wait. I was coaxed into checking it while I was at work. I cried! I *squeed* I got strange looks from my co-workers... it was AWESOME!

"I cannot thank her enough and I wish I could have had a camera on me when I realized that in the pic of my "Secret Santa" (Jasper) I saw his... SHOULDER! (This was prior to shirtless Jackson) My friends at work now realize I am crazy :) "

From Betti: And my own Secret Santa 'victim' was SBGDGT, the fanfic writing, Jacksper loving pretzel artist. I don't know whether it's just me (no pun intended, Itsjustme... LOL), but I so LOVED to have to think about a present for someone that was assigned to me - so exciting!!

I made her a complete set of a new header and buttons for her blog and her fuckhawt lemony fic. And then I left her anonymous teasers and hints on her blog, impatiently waiting for her to find her present. But she didn't even stir. Darn girl said she wanted to wait until Christmas - WTF?!?

I teased her brainless on twitter until she couldn't stand it anymore and went off have a look. And then... nothing! Silence! After like 15 minutes I considered calling 911... afraid she might have suffered apnea or a sudden heart failure.
But finally she tweeted again, delighting me with a multiple tweet happydance freakout orgasm. WOOT!!

Uhm... yes, I guess I liked that Secret Santa concept... because I think... ITWASFUCKINGAWESOME!!!!!!!
Is it Christmas again yet? Is it???”

Amazing Jacksper Bloggy buttons and website

MrsVanquish (Hmmille’s Secret Santa Recipient)

"She knit Alice gloves for me!!! (Because she so often hears me saying that I'm freezing so fast)
She got me a Vampire magazine with True Blood and Twilight!, There are Yummy pictures and posters inside. (Because she knows my obsession about True Blood and Twilight)
She got me a key chain ring from New Moon where I can take the trinkets and put them on my bracelet. (Because she knows how I freaking adore the bracelet I got from Betti and she said I can put those trinkets on this bracelet)
She wrote me a wonderful letter which really watered my eyes! (Hello WIME!)
She changed the name of one of her characters in her story into Dani! (Which is the most wonderful thing ever!!!)

"All this together is so well thought, you really see that she thought about what to get me, this wasn't just a present for anybody it was all for me personally. If you know what I mean.

"...Thanks UhYesPlease for doing this Secret Santa thing, it was such a wonderful idea and I truly enjoyed it!

"I had fun with my gift I made for itsjustme and I freaking love what I got. "

ItsJustMe (MrsVanquish’s Secret Santa Recipient)

"I was super surprised by my secret Santa. I had spoken with MrsVanquish a few times about a new layout for my blog, but she was always very vague. I didn't think anything of it as I know how busy she is and I knew she would get around to it when possible and I was in no hurry. Then I started receiving twitter messages from @ijmsecretsanta and I totally thought it was Ang (amcas) because she loves to mess with me. This went on for a few days and I noticed fragilehuman hanging around the park more often. So I thought maybe it was her and thought I was so smart for figuring it out. Then 9 people from a knitting group joined my blog (which I still find a bit strange BTW) and I thought, "hhhmmmm...cutie? The last twitter message was a link to my new blog. The most beautiful blog evah. I'm still a bit overwhelmed at MrsV's brilliance and generosity and from the bottom of my heart I thank her."

The shiny and new: RobMusement Blog

Bierbeck (UhYesPlease’s Secret Santa Recipient)

(From her email to me) "Oh my God you are awesome!!!!! I can’t wipe the grin off my face and I keep giggling. The banner by Betti is great! I was never expecting something like this and I LOVE IT! My husband says he wants detention now! You are the best!"

I wrote a lovely little fanfic and made a cute little lemon ornament to hang on her tree. I was sparked with a Glee-kind of crazy idea when I was having an insomniac moment and the first thing I did the next day during my free time was write! I sent it in two parts, one to tease and then the second part was the little lemon. The stars of this fic were Becky and Puck from Glee. It’s up on ff.net, so you can read and comment as much as you want! Then I pulled one of my favors from Betti and instead of a simple little photo collage – she came up with this AWESOME banner that Becky’s husband had framed for her for Christmas!

Isn’t he a gem?

Click on the banner to link the story!

BeckyBoodles (fragilehuman’s Secret Santa Recipient)

A shoutout from Bex

I bought the ornaments and added the Rob pics. I had no idea that the one on the left was her Twitter background until after I sent the package!

I also sent her some crazy stuff (instant grits, Easy Mac, and Burger King New Moon pics/coupons) and a gift certificate for one-shot of her choosing.

Erikasbuddy (OnePushyFox’s Secret Santa Recipient)

"OMG!! My gift was freaking fabalicious!! The UPS man knocks on the door and my son comes bounding at me with this brown envelope. He tells me it's from California and asks me what it is.

"California? Who the hell do I know in California?

"So, I rip it open and low and behold it's this smexy Little Red Riding Hood Keychain from Zazzle made by OnePushyFox. OMG!! tra la la!! AND!! It had my name on it.

"Now, the funny thing is... I was just bitching about how I can't ever find a keychain with my name on it and NOW!! I finally have one.

"So, I e-mail PUSHY my thanks and THEN lol... she e-mails me back with an attatchment. Now, I just assume it's the pic clip art thing of my keychain... but boy oh boy was i WRONG!! My little Pushy pet put together a fabulous One-Shot staring a rockin leather wearing vampy poo named --- OMG --- GRETA!!

"Well, let's just say, my hubz should have been home after I read that because I would have mulled his brains out.

"THANKS PUSHY!! Loves my keychain and loved my lemons!! You're the best!!!"

I just wanted to say that I loved this process. I so enjoyed making something special and was thrilled that I got someone I didn't "know" well because it freed me to be totally creative and it worked so well.

OnePushyFox (SBGDGT’s Secret Santa Recipient)
"So, as you can see, Edward was just as excited as I was to see that our gift had arrived!!! He helped me open it (even though Jasper's not in the area, you don't want to fool with paper cuts around vampires, you know?) and then gently laid it out for me to admire on the table. Of course, when he read Desi's note about me being Team Switzerland, he lost his temper a bit and broke the dog's legs! Sheesh! Just relax, baby! You know you'll always be number one with me!! Anyway, my wolf and letter H (which sparkles in the sunlight, btw) will remain in a safe place but the heart is DEFINITELY going on my key chain. :) Thank you again to Desi for her wonderful gift!!!!"

I had this idea for OnePushyFox since she told me she was Switzerland. I wanted to make her a bracelet (also b/c I've always kinda thought it would be awesome to have myself). But a bracelet was a little hard to do. I thought and thought and finally settled for making her a keychain. It's something w/ a crystal heart and a wolf that's subtly proclaiming her love for Twilight w/o screaming it :) The craft was not w/o its issues. The clay broke a total of 3 times!!! I absolutely love super glue ;) Maybe we should all buy stock in that wonderment :-D I hope she got it, or gets it soon.

Betti Gefecht (It’sJustMe’s Secret Santa Recipient)
“Since I'm 1. German, and 2. haven't celebrated a Christmas since 1994, I wasn't familiar with the concept of Secret Santa. So Uhyesplease explained her ass off to this dumb German (How many emails did you need, sweety? Three? Four?), and once I got it, I was all claps hands and squee and woot!

"I received my SS present early, and at first I didn't know what hit me... there was an assload of files and pretty colors and flowers and poems and WHAT?? Ohmygod... it was Itsjustme, and she made me a personal scrapbook, summing up my 2009 bloggy life - which is actually my complete bloggy life - and she had put so much effort and thoughts and love into this I almost cried!!

"Never were my copyrights violated more beautifully - LOL!

"Seriously, I LOVED IT! You all know, form the Button Guru barterings and else, I am a sucker for things money can't buy. I was sooo touched by this thoughtful precious thing... this is so awesome. Thanks tons, Itsjustme!!!”

I was a little intimidated by Betti. She's great and I wanted her gift to be great. I hope it brings her much joy.

Nachos4Children (Erikasbuddy Secret Santa Recipient)
"I got a Domo doll, a salsa bowl (for my nachos!), a chocolate Moon Pie, a marshmallow/jelly candy on a stick, and a coupon for 12 free issues of Rolling Stone. Not a bad haul!

"As you can see, my kitty, Haushinka, was very interested in Domo! Ha ha ha!

"While I was disappointed that Carlisle was not folded up in the box for me, I was rewarded with many Southern treats. My cat, Haushinka, now has a new snuggle buddy at night - she wraps her paw around him when she sleeps, just like I would do to Carlisle if I could figure out a way to get him into my bed."

FireCr0tch (Hookashewz Secret Santa Recipient)
"OMG! I just got home tonight and opened my package...she made RPattz coasters, NM chocolate, and a certain What-Shall-Not-Be-Named bootleg (shhhh!)"

UhYesPlease (BeckyBoodles Secret Santa Recipient)
Time stopped while I ripped open the package to see what I got! It was more fun than Christmas morning! I think the chocolate may have lasted about 3 days (um, if that) and I loved loved loved everything else!!! I still need to get a T-shirt to put my decal on where I will wear it with pride! Thanks Bex – I’m so glad you still wanted to play along with the Unsecret Santa part, since little ol’ me knew it was you! You are awesome!!!!

Fragilehuman (FireCr0tch’s Secret Santa Recipient)
"I got the New Moon: The Official Illustrated Movie Companion! I totally squeed and stood at my door, my coat still on, looking at every single page as soon as I took it out of the box."

Hmmille (Nachos4Children Secret Santa Recipient)
Hmmille scored some awesome Twi-gear: An Edward puzzle, Edward bookmark, and Twilight Chocolates.

Hookashewz (Bierbeck’s Secret Santa Recipient)
She unwrapped an RPatz calender, Twi/NM candy and Edward Cullen book mark. [NICE!]

Thanks again everyone for participating - I'm seeing a birthday exchange somewhere in our future for next summer!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS and a Very Happy New Year!

MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon Post Day 5

2009-12-25T00:00:00.002-06:00

And the big day is finally here! MmmmmmMerry Christmas to all of our lovely readers. It really is such a joy working on this blog with uhyesplease and reading all of the feedback we get from you. I hope you've enjoyed our week of sexy distractions! We'll round it out with just one more Christmas themed goody!

The MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon for Day 5 Surprise by eibbil

Bella never lets Edward give her a gift, even after they're on much more level ground after her transformation, but Edward is determined to give her something for Christmas.

This great one-shot gives us a glimpse into what happens when Bella tries to wheedle the secret Edward's keeping out of him using age-old tactics.

"What do you think?"
It must've been a rhetorical question because her lips were on mine before I had a chance to respond. If I'd thought her pique with me over the past few weeks had inspired a heretofore untapped well of passion within her, it was nothing compared to what she was showing me now.
Her mouth moved over mine, nipping at my lower lip, taking my tongue deep within her mouth until I was groaning with need for her. A groan she answered by fisting her small hands in the fabric of my shirt and ripping it to shreds.
"Bella."
"Edward."
Then her hands slipped into my khakis and words became superfluous for quite some time.
Her slight fingers closed around me and the groan I let loose should have shattered windows. Her slow, steady torture almost shattered me. My hips arched once, everything in me wanted to take, to plunder, but Bella was calling the shots.
"So impatient," she whispered against my neck, sharp teeth grazing against granite skin.
"For you? Always."
She smiled at that. It wasn’t a warm smile. It was feral. Desire nearly radiated from her pores while she pushed me away and slid over to join me on the passenger seat. Slowly, torturously, she straddled my lap, allowing her center to brush my cock just once, in a slow slide of motion.
We both groaned.

I know, I know! I groaned just stopping it there, but I don't want to give all the goodies away, right? So quick as little, Christmas bunnies, click over to read the rest and enjoy!

Thanks to fragilehuman who alerted me to this yummy pic by Maria over at Thinking Of Rob

Thank you again for everyone who read and commented on this week-long sleigh ride through Santa smut. We love you so much! Holidays and a very Happy New Year!!!!

MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon Post Day 4

2009-12-24T00:00:00.001-06:00

MmmmmmMerry Christmas Eve, dearies!!! Let's jump right in! Today's MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon is Christmas Wrapping by TheAcidAngel.

Poor stuffy Edward gets and education in voyeuristic delights when Bella decides that for Christmas he's going to learn to let loose a bit. This great one-shot, told from both Bella's and Edward's POV, has a nice, slow, sexy build up to the lemon at the end.

image courtesy of plushpout

Suddenly, another image poured forth into my mind. I saw Bella’s right wrist as she nimbly tied a bow around it in the same kind of ribbon as her leg. The gaze I saw shifted up her arm, as she trailed her own fingers up to touch the inside of her elbow, then further. She grazed her fingers up, trailing the pale blue vein that still traced up the centre of her arm across her shoulder and up her neck. But again, just as she reached her shoulder, the image disappeared.

I shuddered out a breath in spite of myself. I’d fantasized about seeing into Bella’s mind, but I’d never considered this would be something she’d show me. It was amazing. I could practically taste the desire in her shared thoughts. My own desire was just as palpable. Figuratively and literally speaking. I could sure as hell feel my own desire.

I willed more control into myself. I had to sit still. Though she was now my wife, there were still things I wouldn’t dare say out loud. Totally indecent things. Like the way the crease between her leg and her body made me want to just spontaneously come. I chided myself for even thinking such a thing.

Another image flooded in. It was Bella’s hair from the back, like she was looking in a mirror. She tied a ribbon around her as a headband, gently cinching the ribbon into a bow. Then she tied another one around her hair, letting her long dark ponytail fall like a heavy satin curtain, tied open. Her gaze started to travel down her naked back. I took in the soft curve of her waist and the gentle flare of her hips. Expanses of cream coloured skin. Just as I could see the dimples her in lower back, the image once again disappeared.

I was straining, trying to get the image to keep going. I realized my tongue had slipped between my lips unconsciously willing me to reach out and taste her skin. But my own memories of her body, as perfect as they were, were not this exact image. When I tried to make the gaze continue down to her ass and her glorious legs, it took on the haze of the imagined, which just wasn’t as good as seeing Bella’s milk-white skin through her own eyes.

I adjusted my position in the chair, feeling uncomfortably stuck there. Very human, I thought wryly, that these little voyeuristic glimpses were making me fidget in my chair and think crude things. Like how I just wanted to feel Bella’s firm thighs under my thumbs, and grab her roughly as I pushed my tongue into—God, I had to get control of this unholy lust racing through me. This was my wife, after all. Of course I desired her, but I couldn’t let myself view her this way. As an object for my gratification.

Sure you can, Edward. Sometimes it's fun to be objectified a little, especially if it's for YOUR gratification purposes!!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy TheAcidAngel's one-shot, and if you do, please go and check out her other works: Trust Exercises, a one-shot from Edward's perspective of what happened on Isle Esme, and Paler by Comparison, which covers Edward's experiences prior to meeting Bella.

MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon Post Day 3

2009-12-23T00:00:00.001-06:00

Oooooooooh! Jingle Balls, Jingle Balls, jingle all the way!

Oh what fun it is to ride

Edward Cullen on his sleigh - HEY!

Well, hello there ladies (and gents)! It's me, UhYesPlease, here to share another holiday story that's not only going to get your rocks off, but make you laugh out loud.

GemmaH wrote Jingle Balls for the gals of her blog and also to add a little holiday cheer around the fandom. This story is a borderline Crackfic for me - mainly because the storyline is a bit ridiculous (and GemmaH notes this unapologetically in her A/N) and extremely silly. Silly why? Because Edward is an elf and his balls actually jingle. Yes, JINGLE. Jingle BALLS, get it?

This crazy fic is B/E - AU, a few canon nods and quite a bit OOC. But the lemons....wow....the lemons....

When I thought I was going to go crazy if he didn’t give me more, he slid off the seat so that he was kneeling in front of me. He worked through the tangle of the blanket until he found my knees, slowly sliding his hands downward over the boots, making appreciative noises. He pulled my legs so that I was at the edge of the seat and gently ran his hands flat, up my thighs, hooking his fingers into my flimsy panties and drawing them down. I lifted myself off the seat to allow them to slide down and he removed them from my legs. He moved back up to my knees, placed his hands on the insides of them and firmly, but slowly pushed them apart, opening me up to him as my short, ragged-edged skirt rode up around my thighs. I gasped as the cold air touched me in the most private of places, but as suddenly as I’d felt the cold, it was warm again as he leaned forward and buried his face in me.

My hands moved automatically back to his hair and I worked my fingers round and up and down the strands as he did the same with his fingers to me. He moved his tongue in blissful gentle circles on my clit, and then he’d suck it slowly into his mouth as he worked his fingers inside me. He sped up slightly as I bucked my hips into his face and then played harder as I came on him, pulling his head forcefully into my center by his hair and clamping down on his fingers inside me as I rode out wave after delicious wave.

As I sat and struggled to regain control over my breathing, Edward pulled himself onto the seat next to me, pulling his green elf pants down with a jingle. He reached across for me and lifted me over and onto his lap, sliding me straight down onto his marble-hard cock, causing me to cry out as he filled me, so soon after my orgasm. I slowly moved on him, slipping easily up and down his length as I coated it with my wetness. On each down stroke I ground down against him, increasing the pressure in exactly the right places. He was moaning with me, his hands holding onto my behind and his mouth gently sucking on my nipples.

It was intense, the pace of our – not lovemaking surely, yet somehow not just sex – made it a surreal experience, out here in the cold. We continued for a while like this, lost in the sensations we were experiencing, then finally we were moving faster in response to each other, the increased speed increasing the pleasure for both of us, until we were holding tightly onto each other, riding out the waves of our orgasms as we came at exactly the same time, my muscles gripping him as he pumped into me over and over, seeming as though he’d never stop, his balls jingling rapidly until they finally slowed and became silent.

I sat on him, sweaty and gasping for breath as my heart thudded in my chest. My forehead was resting on his muscular shoulder when I started to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” he asked me, a smile in his voice. In reply I just began to sing softly.

“Oh what fun, it is to ride on a one-horse open sleigh.”

He threw back his head and laughed loudly.

Oh these crazy kids. This is a multichapter fic, but the chapters are short and she's posting one a day until Christmas! It's well worth the read to see how exactly it all ends!

So Merry Christmas my loves! Jingle Bells will never be the same anymore, but that's alright for me!

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Where I found this pic I hadn't seen before......*melts*

MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon Post Day 2

2009-12-22T00:00:00.001-06:00

And so we continue! Thanks for coming on back to join us for our MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon picks. Day 2's pick is Merry Christmas, Baby by twighlit

Oh, sweet Santa-Emmett! Who wouldn't want to find him trimming your tree? But what if he was bringing you tacky lingerie and pleather boots? Well, you can imagine how Rosalie feels about that!

Santa Lutz courtesy of amcas
who provided this on EXTREMELY short notice!
Thanks, sweetie!!

I love the back and forth between ire and lust in this fic, plus Emmett and Rose are just so funny: they both want different things but in the end, everyone winds up happy, especially the reader!

This fic was actually one of the winners over at Twilighted's iFic Canon Christmas Contest and got a beautiful banner by the lovely DahliaBlack

Check it out and see why it wowed the judges:

“EMMETT! Are you out of your mind?!”

“You asked if it was all I got. It wasn’t. Do you want to try for more? I know there’s an armoire in the study you’re particularly fond of,” he threatened.

He was right, I loved that armoire.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry. I’ll play nice,” I cooed, kissing him lightly and darting my tongue into his mouth.

"Oh no, it’s not that easy.”

No, it was actually very hard, and I could feel it pressing into my stomach. “You’re right you know,” I baited.

He couldn’t help it. He took it. I never said he was right. “About what?”

“I like things big.”

He groaned and brought his mouth down roughly on my collarbone, kissing sloppily as he lowered it between my breasts. He took the center of the bra between his teeth and bit through it, exposing my naked flesh as the fabric fell away from me. He licked languidly up the length of my sternum to the hollow at the base of my throat and took my slender hips between his hands once more. He pushed hard and pinned me, back flat up against the wall, putting my glorious breasts at his eye level. Lowering his mouth onto a tightened peak, he laced his fingers into the side string of my panties and tugged once to tear the fabric, then pulled them away from me, dropping them unceremoniously on the ground.

He looked up at me angrily as he continued to alternately trace his tongue over my nipple and suck hard at the tip. I knew he was trying to be the tough guy but the pain turned him on and I could feel his anger waning into lust. I was trying to be repentant but I had a hard time coming up with any emotion other than horny. I loved it when he manhandled me like that and the way he flicked his tongue against my nipple like that was making my toes curl up. “More,” I pleaded, holding his head against me.

He revolted and let me fall to the floor, where I made an epic crashing sound as I clattered into the fireplace tools. He took several steps back and looked at me as I scrambled onto all fours. “You don’t get what you want. You’re naughty, remember?”

I crawled across the hardwood towards him. “Do you? Get what you want, I mean?” I asked, raising myself to my knees and eying the phenomenal erection he was sporting mere inches from my face. I didn’t give him a chance to answer. I splayed my hands against the front of his thighs and licked up the side of him from the base to the very tip before I eagerly pulled the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. He moaned and I felt the tension escaping him as he knotted his fingers into my hair and I took more and more of his engorged cock into my mouth and pursed my lips tightly around it.

“Rosalie, uhhhn,” he managed. “Oh baby, just like that. God, I love that mouth.” I smiled around his dick. I knew he couldn’t stay mad when I laid down the fellatio. Who could? I looked up at him just the way he liked, one of his favorite images in the world: my lush pink lips wrapped around his rigid shaft, and I winked.

Oh, naughty, naughty, Rosalie! You know she made Santa's day! And hopefully she and Emmett will inspire you to have a naughty Christmas as well.

If you enjoyed this one shot as much as I did, please go check out Twighlit's multi-chapter story, The Apple Doesn't Fall Far, which has the interesting premise of Edward falling for Bella's daughter 22 years after he leaves her in New Moon.

I know some of you might be concerned about the potential ick factor of Edward with Bella's daughter but I've already read the first few chapters and they're fantastic, so I highly recommend that as well. Enjoy!

MmmmmmMonday - MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon Post Day 1

2009-12-21T00:00:00.003-06:00

MmmmmMorning, my dears! Last week, uhyesplease threw down a challenge to me:

And I thought, "Are you kidding me? It's Friday morning! How will I find a MmmmmMonday worthy, Christmas-themed lemon in time???"

I'll tell you how: Twilighted and the AMAZING fanfic authors on there! Let's all just take a moment to be thankful for the Christmas miracle that is Twilighted's awesome search feature. *Oh beneficent Lord, thank you for Twilighted! Also, thank you for not smiting me down in my blasphemy for praying to you about fanfic.* Amen!

OK, so on this fantastic site, I found not one, not two, but seventeen Christmas themed stories in my search that had a rating of R or NC-17. And for you loves, I read them ALL! And in that number I found enough lemony jems to give a Christmas present to you *points finger at the computer screen* our readers.

Every day this week through Christmas,
uhyesplease and I will post
a MmmmmmMerry Christmas Lemon post.
We hope you enjoy!

I narrowed my favorites down to four, and uhyesplease picked out one she loved as well (which she'll be posting later in the week). All of these are super quick reads with a nice bit of spice, just the perfect way to relax before starting or at the end of the long days right before Christmas. And we're hoping your significant others enjoy the gift as well, if you know what I mean! *waggles eyebrows*

Here is my choice for Day 1: Mistletoe and Wine by evieeden

evieeden's banner was made by the amazing m81170

This is a great one-shot by a girl who's got the goods: nice, tight writing style, good development of characters and some sweet, sweet lemons! What totally got me in this fic was the tattoo over Edward's heart. *sigh* Oh I can be such a romantic fool!

Here's the tease:

When I had previously fantasized about kissing Edward I had imagined slow romantic kisses where each meeting of our lips signified a promise to our relationship.
Screw romance! Edward demanded and I gave, our mouths frantically working against each other. My hands were fisted in his jacket, whilst one of his gripped my hair and the other...
Oh God!
His fingers pinched and plucked roughly at my nipples over the top of my clothes, before sliding down my stomach, past the waistband of my jeans and into my panties, where they began rubbing my clit. Throwing my head back, I moaned and hitched as I tried to refill my lungs with oxygen. With my head tilted back Edward lunged for my neck, sucking and kissing and biting.
A coil was winding tighter and tighter in my stomach and grabbing fistfuls of that glorious copper hair, I dragged Edward’s mouth back up to my own. Crying out into his mouth, I felt myself come undone and for a moment it felt like I’d blacked out completely.
Edward stroked my hair as I came down, brushing soothing little kisses over my forehead, cheeks and nose. Still panting, I opened my eyes and flushed when I saw the look of hunger on his face.
“You’re so fucking hot when you cum.” He slowly withdrew his hand from my jeans, sticking his fingers in his mouth and moaning around them. “I can’t wait to taste you either.”
I ducked my head as he ran a wet finger down my red-hot cheek. “Tell me, Bella.” I nearly fainted at the sound of him growling my name. “How far down does this blush go?”

pic by Robsessed83

Oh and Tattward! I know I don't have to extol the virtues of Tattward to you ladies! *wink*

Anyway, evieeden has a few other on-going fics she's writing right now: The Cullen Girl and The Night Before. Go check them out and don't forget to leave her some comment love!

Lemon Sisterpalooza Revealed

2009-12-18T00:00:00.000-06:00

It was a beautiful, December morning...the air was crisp and dark as I kissed Mr. Foxy and the twins good-bye (leaving the baby slumbering away in her crib) and headed out for the most alone time I've had in months. Four glorious hours of just me, mini-Edward and good, old classic-rock! Oh, the drive to Iowa was a gift in and of itself! So quiet (mini-E and I are great at sharing comfortable silences). But of course that wasn't the point. The point was to get to see this lovely lady!!!!

This is a real picture folks...Mr. UYP is a lucky man!

So anyway, I was off on my jaunt over to Iowa. It's been a tad cold and snowy here in the nominally mid-west (seriously, mid-west? What does that make everything past Wyoming???) but the roads were clear and the driving was nice and easy (yes, officer, I did drive 85 mph the entire way...was that bad?).

Wait, should I NOT be taking pictures when I'm driving 15 miles over the speed limit? Oops, my bad!!
Good thing I was the only one on the road, hunh?

Anyway, so I was making good time. I had everything I needed:

Bottle of water tucked into purse? Check.
Pink hat and gloves? Check-a-roony.
Edward guarding UYP's Christmas gift? Check-a-doodle-ding-dong!

I only had to make a couple of stops along the way. One at a certain "restaurant" that serves hash browns in a convenient to-go shape. And once for gas. And you know my man took care of that for me, right???

Mini-E has no problem heading into the ladies room to freshen up on our trip. He wants to look his best too!

What a gentleman! He even pumped my gas!!!

Gosh, mini-Edward is so agile!

And before I knew it, I was there!!!!!!!!!! Don't tell me you all didn't hear us Squee!!!

So, seriously. What did we do? Well, we hung out and chatted for a bit. I got the tour of UYP's house (which is fabulous AND has a bar in the basement so watch out Mr. UYP, I may be moving in sometime soon!) and we made our plans for the day.

Then, uhyesplease took me out to this adorable sushi place!!!! I LOVE SUSHI!!!!! And I never get to eat out (have I mentioned that I am a cheap-ass, SAHM???) so it was a total treat!! Of course, Edward would have indulged....but since he doesn't eat....I ate his portion as well!

Oh, honey, they're so fresh it's practically like going hunting! Do veggie-vamps drink fish blood??? Hmmmm....

After lunch, we headed over to the theater next door (convenient, no?) to see New Moon! Squee!!! My first time seeing it with a twi-hard. (I apologize to my BFF, but since she doesn't devote all her free time to Twilight, she just doesn't rate the twi-hard status!!) It was SO MUCH FUN!!!! And the best part wasn't just that UYP let me whack her arm throughout the movie and whisper shit to her (although that was great!) it was the CRAZY lady in the theater with us who cracked us up with her very loud comments. My personal favorite was when Bella is "drowning" and Victoria starts to swim toward her. The lady shouts out, "You have to be shitting me!" We cried. Seriously, it was just too funny!!!

Anyway, after the movie, we headed back to Casa-UYP to get down to "work." We had a meeting with a certain fanfic author who was about to be unmasked to attend to. Brainstorming was needed. As was copious amounts of coffee (something I drink all day long!). And, it goes without saying that our mini-Edwards would want to be in on the action!

We were like a geek convention in uhyesplease's basement.
Two laptops. Two mini-Edwards. Two cups of coffee. Yup, let's get this party started!

Betti was so great, putting up with UYP and me chattering away, often WAY off topic! We were just having too much fun!

We even took time out for a photo!
UYP's so gorgeous, even after ferrying my butt around all day!!
I have such weird, beady eyes. *sigh*

Then after our meeting with Betti it was time for this little fox to head home. I was sad to leave my Lemon Sister but happy to have had such an amazing day with her!!! And, seriously, the drive was nothing, so we're TOTALLY doing it again!!!

Lemon Sisters Forever!!! I'm just saying, I'm thinking of getting a new tattoo!

PS - UYP's newly acquired mini-Edward got the best seat in the house. Not for nothing, she did win House of Jackassery's very first RotW award ! *wink*

Now that I'm safely ensconced between UYP's glorious chest hams, I can die a happy man.
Wait...I'm already dead. That was fast!

MmmmmmMonday - The Interview with NotWhatYoutThink

2009-12-13T22:24:00.001-06:00

For those of you waiting for pictures from the big Lemon Sisterpalooza, you'll have to wait just a little bit longer. We'll dish about our absolutely fabulous day very, very soon - so stay tuned. But today is MmmmmMonday and we promised a thrilling interview. On Saturday, and as the final event of our amazing day, Pushy and I got to interview the lovely and mysterious, NotWhatYoutThink, author of Your True Colors.

NotWhatYoutThink may actually be What, or rather, exactly Who You Think she is. A few of our dear readers have figured it out by now, based on her rather unique writing style. And others may have just accepted her as everything she made herself be. But, it's time to come clean and set it straight. To me, this is incredibly important for Chapter 11 of Your True Colors , which is one of the best chapters in fanfic (and not just the lemon, though it is amazing!) I have read it. I urged NWYT to make this her actual debut. And thankfully, she agreed.

Introducing Betti Gefecht!

Are you surprised? Relieved you figured it out? Or just so happy to see her sweet face?

Just in case some of you don't know her yet, Betti Gefecht is not only a wonderfully talented Twihard (the bloggy buttons and banners created by her alter-ego, The Button Guru, are coveted by just about everyone in Twiland, she writes a super fun blog, has two additional alter-egos, Artsy and Fannie, who love to rec fanfic AND she is also a Twitter regular) but a wife, mother and accomplished musician. Now she can add amazing fanfic author to her resume of awesomeness. Check out her blog to fan-stalk her like I do! It should also be noted that she is German - so writing her fanfic in English is also quite an accomplishment, as English is not her first language.

Betti was so gracious to skype with me and Pushy. As you can see, we had a blast!

[Note from Pushy - Yes, I'm smacking UYP's arm there. She's one sassy chick!]

So first, the interview:

So the big question, why did you choose to be Anonymous and not Betti?
*groan* Because the story is based on true events in part and I wanted to wait and see if it works. I needed unbiased opinions, and I didn't want people read it just to be nice to their friend Betti.

Who is the real Kiddo?
He is young, blond and gorgeous; my morning goodie on my train and an intern who no longer works in the area. He's been the hero of a few of my wet dreams for a while.

Why/When did you begin writing Your True Colors?
Because it was in my head and Kiddo's real, but I was worried about English as second language. I wrote the prologue and put it aside for two weeks, then continued....But why? Because I wanted others to read it and I wanted to post it on FFn so I needed to add some Twilight to it to make it interesting for the readers. But I'm quoting Twilight a lot in my RL too, just like Annie.

We love your Illustrations. Did you make the Illustrations first or chapters?
At first it was the chapters first, but now the illustrations are pushing the chapters based on the vague outline.

Do you write or draw your Illustrations on paper, or the computer?
Everything is on the computer - all are photo manips.

Were you worried people would guess it was you when "NWYT' put up the blog?
Yes, but I have the button guru as a shield, so I figured people wouldn't wonder about the typical Betti-look of the blog.

Were you worried if anyone will be upset now that you've 'come out'?
Yes, but I always said if someone guesses and asks directly, I would always confess - and so I did. I also get a lot of PMs about the story and am worried those people will feel cheated on. I really hope no one will hold the hide-and-seek against me though; I just wasn't very self-confident as a fanfic writer.

How many chapters are left? Do you outline? How will YTC end?
Yes, I have a rough outline. But Annie and Kiddo don't want to get out of bed, so I don't know how many chapters. There are two alternate endings right now.

How scary was writing the first lemon?
*hides her face behind her hands and laughs* Very scary, because I wasn't sure that I knew all the English words to write it, I barely know them in German to be honest. But I just pictured it, so I wrote it down and there it is. I'm really glad no one watches me while I write; I act out everything! That means Betti moaning and panting in front of her computer. Really embarrassing.

Do you have plans to write anything else?
No plans, nothing in the works. This will occupy me for quite some time.

So, what's up with Law, he's not as old and crotchety as we thought.
When Kiddo takes Annie to meet Law it ends badly. Because he sees something between them he doesn't like and gets jealous. Law and Annie are the same age and are attracted to each other, which adds some discomfort.

[Note from Pushy, I have been authorized to share that since Annie is based on Betti, they are both in their forties: Betti is a smoking, hot 48!]

Would you like to talk about your diabetes and how it affects Kiddo's character?
I like to add things that I have experienced and are somewhat unique. What's going on with Kiddo is something I had to research but most parts of the characters are just taken from parts from my own life.

Who is the most misunderstood character so far?
Law right now. And most people are wrong in their guesses about what's "wrong" with Edward. But there are LOTS of hints already, so when you find out you'll read back and say, "OH, of course!!!" I'm intrigued by the strong sympathy with the characters readers show in their mails and PMs; they're discussing and asking about them as if Annie and Edward were real people. I would have never expected that, but I love it!

Will any other characters make an entrance?
Annie's boss becomes more important to the story.

*Mr. Betti interrupts to say hello! We want everyone to know he looks very dapper in his cap!*

What is your favorite chapter and what do you know what your readers' favorite chapter is so far?
I don't know about the readers, they always say each new one is the best, but right now my favorite is 15 - where Annie meets Law and things get really heated up and Kiddo gets jealous and reveals his issue. *laughs* Or maybe 16 where things out of this world happen.

Dear Reader: What are your favorite parts of the story?
UhYesPlease: I always come back to the part when Annie is dumping her purse out and Kiddo has to hold everything, especially when Kiddo sees the undies! The entire dialogue just cracks me up! However, my favorite chapter is 11 - as you'll see when you read it!

OnePushyFox: Well, I'm like the rest of our readers and have only read up to Chapter 10, but my favorite part was when Edward meets Carlisle the budgie. It's so sweet the way he connects with the bird. I know, I'm a dork, right?

Is there anything else you'd like to share with our bloggy readers, Betti?
First off... omg - I'm really relieved that I can stop pretending now, it was getting more and more complicated lately. I'm happy and thankful that so many people read my story and stick to it, and that no one said, "Go home, learn English!"
And I want to thank you, UhYesPlease, for your help and encouragement; YTC wouldn't be written without you.

Oh yes... and just in case: Real Kiddo, if you happen to read this - you have my number. Call me, ok?

It was such a pleasure for Pushy and I to have the day together and end it with a awesome interview with Betti! I adore being her beta and I can't wait to see what happens with Annie and Kiddo. They have my heart.

[Note from Pushy - I had an amazing time too!!!! And getting to talk with you and Betti was a blast.]

And now, as promised, here is a teaser for Chapter 11 . It's up on ff.net - so get on over and check it out!

His left arm trembled with the effort to hold himself up, but he paused once more.

“Don't move,” he breathed again.

And though I half felt as if I was losing my mind, I surrendered and let him take charge. Surprisingly, the other half of me relished the idea of not being in control.

“Ok... it's ok...” I assured him, panting.

He pulled his right hand up and placed it next to my shoulder, supporting his weight on both arms now. His trapezius muscles bulged as he did, begging for me to sink my teeth into them. The head of his cock skimmed my swollen clit. I bit my lips, craving for him to move.

Christ... Kiddo, fuck me already!

I raised my arms above my head and grabbed the headboard, desperately trying to give him what he had asked for. All I could think by now was that I had to have him inside me or die.

Please... Just. Do. It.

After a few more agonizing moments, he arched his back and his hips thrust forward in one slow, powerful move. He threw his head back and gasped, as he entered me fully. My walls tightened around him immediately, the sensation of him finally filling me was incredibly intense.

He pulled back a little, and a loud, sob-like cry escaped me. In a split-second, he stopped dead once again and let go a suppressed groan. It was sheer torment.

When he eventually thrust into me again, I grabbed the headboard harder, trying to keep myself from moaning, because it finally dawned on me that he was...

...he isn't teasing, he is...

...struggling with his self-restraint. My utterly adorable, but inexperienced young lover was trying to prolong this, and my ecstatic noises obviously didn't help his cause.

I could tell from the way his eyes kept holding mine, he was trying for me. He had opened his mouth in ecstasy, as he was slowly – much too slowly – moving in me, and whenever the slightest whimper escaped me, he would hold still for a second. His eyes wanted to roll back in his head, but he forced his gaze back on me again and again, appraisingly... lovingly.

He wants this to be about me.

The realization almost brought me to tears... this beautiful boy was the sweetest living thing. He wanted me to come first – and God, I would let him have that!

I reached one hand down between us to rub against myself. It wouldn't take long; I had been close literally from the very first moment he had entered me. I couldn't suppress another moan though, making Kiddo hold on again, and suddenly I felt his hand on mine.

“Please let me... let me do this for you, Annie.”

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Your True Colors on ff.net

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Thanks again, Betti! And as always - teasing you, our bloggy readers, has been our pleasure - have a great MmmmmMonday!

Our very first Lemon Sister author interview!

2009-12-10T21:48:00.001-06:00

I know we've said it before, but one of the best things about this whole Twilight Sisterhood has been meeting all you lovely ladies (and the occasional gent). I am so in awe of everyone's kindness, wit, humor and talent! And I'm so blessed by your friendship.

Awwwww - group hug!

What better way to show our appreciation of your loyal bloggy friendship and also give a nod to some amazing talent in the fandom, with an interview with one of our favorite, new, fanfic writers.

Not only did she wow us with her amazing mini-lemon for this week's MmmmMonday's post, but she's also pushing ahead her posting schedule so we can hit a full fledge grab-the-headboard-or-seat-of-your-chair lemon for the upcoming MmmmmMonday post.

That's right, we are going to interview the virtually unknown NotWhatYoutThink, author of Your True Colors on ff.net! It will be a MmmmmMonday two-fer - Interview and Lemon Teaser!

NWYT is a little tricky to get ahold of. She's VERY shy, and when she approached me to read a few chapters of something that wouldn't get out of her head I said, "Of course!" And not just because I didn't want her to creep back into her timid shell - but also because I had a sneaking suspicion that it was going to be good. See, my old friend, NWYT is multitalented - she really knows her stuff. She was smart enough to get the amazing Betti Gefecht to draw illustrations for her to showcase on her blog (since she's not on Twitter). It's taken a me a few weeks to talk her into it - but she is ready. Ready to 'come clean' of sorts and declare herself an authentic-true-to-life fanfic writer! It may be a hobby - but she's the real deal! And this is a pefect time to do it - as I've hinted in my MmmmMonday post, chapter 11 is smoking hot. And really, NWYT needs to take credit where credit is due!

Keep your blogroll and Twitter checked - we're going to put the interview up, ready to post at 12:00 AM CST Monday.

And of course, this amazing lemon will be teased - and then you can head over to ff.net and read the whole darn thing. Don't forget to catch up on Your True Colors - Chapter 10 has already been teased on NWYT's blog and will be up today!

PS - OnePushyFox will be visiting me on Saturday!!! She's taking a whole day, driving 8 hours round trip, leaving her family behind, just to have lunch, watch New Moon and create some bloggy madness/hijinks with me! To say I'm excited is pretty much the understatement of the century!!!

[Note from OPF - I am THRILLED beyond belief to be making this road trip. And UYP, I'm expecting you to be wearing your Rack of the Week shirt! Mini-Edward has been pestering me about getting to see you "up close and personal" in that thing!]

MmmmmMonday - Your True Colors

2009-12-07T00:00:00.000-06:00

I like to pimp things that are good.

If I read it and like it - I'm gonna talk about it. Plain and simple. And this fic I not only beta (because my friend gave me a sneak preview and I BEGGED to be her beta and for her to put on ff.net) but I also completely adore it. And it's not just because it's got some really great lemons in it, and some hilarious dialogue, but because the two main characters just blow me away. I find myself thinking of Annie, and wishing I was her all the time. Where is my Kiddo on a train? What the heck is going on with him? He seems too innocent, yet becomes a smoldering sexpot at the drop of a hat. I just want the hell out of him!

And when I get a new chapter in my inbox - I drop everything to read it. Seriously, these characters have me wrapped around their fingers.

Your True Colors isn't your typical fanfic. It mixes a fictional character, Annie, who loves Twilight, in with her very own RPattz 2.0 who she hasnicknamed Kiddo. Entwined in this unconventional love story are canon quotes and other nicknamed characters from Twilight. It's completely crazy good!

The author, NotWhatYoutThink also hooked up with Betti Gefecht to make smoking hot chapter illustrations that she posts on her blog. These also make me pretty much melt into a puddle of my own drool.

I know many of you gals have seen us pimp this out on Twitter and are already fans. But if you've been putting off this fic for awhile, then now is the time. And for those of us who have it on our alerts, have fun rereading the best 'clit-block' of the century!

Slowly, very slowly, he started stroking my thigh. A little way down, and then a longer way back up.

Once. Twice. Once again.

You're almost there, love...

I shifted my hips in anticipation and his fingers briefly grazed my bum. When his hand finally cupped my folds, he suddenly stiffened and let out a gasp. His head jolted up and for the first time since I had made him touch me, his eyes met mine. His mouth opened and he stared at me in disbelief.

Shit!

I had actually forgotten about my little strip in the train toilet myself. And where Kiddo had most likely expected a neat panty to work his way in, he had found, well... just me.

Don't give him time to think!

I reached down to put my own hand on his, guiding him. I positioned my middle finger exactly over his, slowly pressing and shoving, until he slid inside my wet cleft. He closed his eyes and we both moaned in unison.

“Don't stop,” I whispered, before I withdrew my hand. Obediently he continued the movement, pushing even a little deeper, his long finger slightly curled.

“Yes - just like that...”

His breath came in short puffs now through his parted lips, and he was frowning in concentration.

God, he is so adorable!

I leaned my forehead against his shoulder in bliss, when he impressed me by adding another finger without further guidance. In this position I could not only see the muscles of his right forearm tense and relax while he was moving in me, but I could also see the considerable bulge in his jeans. The sight of both almost brought me to the edge. The urge to touch him was unbearable.

I grabbed his hips with both my hands and simultaneously ran my thumbs down where I knew the two lines of his “V” slanting inward, and he drew in a sharp breath. I took it as a yes.

Without further ado I unbuckled his belt. His jeans were buttoned and a bit of a challenge, since Kiddo had just found out all by himself how to make additional use of his thumb, and I could barely focus on anything else but the sensation on my swollen clit.

I shoved my hand into his jeans, running my fingers through the soft curls of his hair and further down. I blissfully marveled at the strength and youth I could feel there - the silky skin of his hard-on, twitching against my wrist as I cupped his balls, round and firm in my palm. We were both panting heavily now. I withdrew my hand back a little and grabbed his cock.

“You're so gorgeous, Kiddo.” The words just came out as I felt my climax build, I couldn't help it.

When I started to stroke his length, he made a small, surprised noise and laid his cheek against mine. I tightened my grip and stroked one more time, and suddenly his breathing stopped dead. His whole body went stiff and then he convulsed against my hand, until he finally exhaled a long shattered breath and went entirely limp.

Unfortunately, this paralysis also included the hand between my legs.

I almost cried out in frustration.

What the fuck...?!

Oh that Kiddo - tormenting us like crazy. But don't worry, my lovelies...he makes up for it later.....

Chapter 11 anyone?

And again, in Chapter 13:

So - go check out Your True Colors and NWYT's blog, which has all the chapter illustrations by Betti up to Chapter 13. She also posts teasers!

It's MmmmmMonday! Go get 'em Tigers!