Date: Wed, 27 Jan 1999 17:26:50 -0700 From: Cousin Mary Subject: adult: Pillow talk (1/1) To: FKFIC-L@lists.psu.edu All right, here's Emma prize for knowing Anteros was a Greek god, (a contest on the DP list, we're a strange bunch) a smutty T&V story. God, this feels so unnatural! (eCPg) Anyway, usual disclaimers apply. Permission to archive granted to JADFE, www.fkfanfic.com and to any DP or T&V packer who wants to, just be sure to put a warning on it, all others please ask. T/V Rated- R (not too bad at all) Pillow Talk (A) (1/1) By: Cousin Mary 1-99 Tracy's apartment building was being fumigated, apparently one of her neighbor's 'adorable' children had lizards. The lizard ate cricket. The crickets, instead of being eaten like good little vermin, had gotten loose and bred in the air vents. It was -not- a good situation. So, Vachon was letting her stay with him while the gallons of noxious poison seeped into her place. Tracy let out a frustrated growl and punched her pillow, or rather, Vachon's pillow. She just couldn't get comfortable dammit! Tracy sighed and moved beneath the cool silk sheets. Vachon was laying next to her, dead, semi-literally, to the world. She'd asked him if there'd be a problem with her sharing his bed. He'd promised her there wouldn't be. Now she knew why, during the day a parade of asthmatic tuba playing elephants could march by and a vampire wouldn't even stir. That should have made her happy, the assurance that he wouldn't try anything on her during her sleep. But it didn't. Actually, it kind of bugged her. Well, it was hours until sundown and she -had- always wanted to know what the big deal about silk sheets was. And since Vachon wasn't likely to object (to anything at this point) Tracy rolled over and quickly stripped off her nightshirt and panties, feeling deliciously lascivious the instant she did. She'd never thought sleeping with Vachon would be like this. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, and normally that would have aroused her. But he also wasn't breathing, and she wasn't big on necrophilia. Tracy tried to get to sleep, but it wasn't working. Dammit! She had to work a nine hour shift tonight, and she couldn't very well do that on five, she glanced at the small digital clock she'd brought, four and a half hours, sleep! She got up and paced the floor in front of the bed. Still not bothering to get dressed. "Vachon, you really are a jerk ya know." She told his inert frame. Of course, he didn't respond. Tracy grinned, she might be able to have some fun with this, let it all out as it were. "I mean, here I am, in your bedroom, naked, ready to go, and what are you doing?" Tracy paused, as if giving him a chance to answer before continuing, "I'll tell you what you're doing, you're sleeping!" She laughed, this was kind of fun, "I come here to be seduced, I -could- have stayed with my friend Tanya, but no, I give up my own bed, heated water, electric lights, and central heat for this watching you lay there. Sleeping like a log, a baby, counting sheep Should I go on?" Nothing. Tracy snorted, "I wanted to be seduced, but instead all there is to do around here is dust away your forty million cobwebs. Yeah, how fun is that?" Tracy paced around the room, throwing her arms wildly as she ranted about how useless men, especially vampire men, were. "Do you ever take me out to dinner? No. Flowers? No. Hell, half the time you make me pay your way at the movies! And all I want is to jump your bones! Is that so much to ask?!" She giggled as she implored his motionless physique, "I mean, that body of yours is -obviously- made for sin, so why aren't we sinning?!" "What? Am I too moral for you?" Tracy flung her arms wide, her breasts swaying wildly, "Got new for you Vachon, no one's -that- moral!" "Eight months Vachon, eight months without so much as three second kiss, you call that fair?!" Tracy stalked around the room, her voice echoing back at her filled with frustration, but also no little amount of amusement. She'd been right, this was fun! "Vampires are -supposed- to be these big walking sex objects, don't you go to the movies? Sex, Vachon, is not a dirty word. Say it with me," She paused, "S-E-X, sex. See? Not so tough! Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex." Tracy paused again, "Everything -is- in working order isn't it?" She walked back to the bad and flipped back the comforter. One quick yank and his boxers were down. "Sure looks like it." She flipped the blanket back, still not too impressed when him when he was in corpse-mode. "I mean, come on Vachon!" Tracy whined dramatically, throwing her arm over her eyes, "I'm a woman, I have -needs-!" Tracy sighed and let her arm drop, she looked at Vachon's sleeping form again. Her lips quirked up in a small smile, "Ya know, I almost jumped the pizza boy last week." She told him in an outrageously bad stage whisper. "Sure he was maybe 19, covered in acne, 5'3" with braces, but it was late and I was horny," She sat back on the bed, "But," She sighed dramatically, "He ran away before I could get his jeans off. Tracy stared up at the ceiling and laid back down, drawing the covers back over herself, "Okay, I feel better now." She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep, she had to be to work in four hours after all. Next to her Vachon fought a smile, he definitely had to let Tracy sleep over more often. >>>>>>>>>>> Send all comments and vampire pizza boys to anteros@juno.com ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. 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