Ok, here's the thing. I wrote this and discussed it with Adam and I think I need to change it to make it PG-13. So, I was thinking you all could help me decide that. Thanks.
*** Saturday, March 10, 2007 2 pm ***
Daye stood in the doorway of the study, watching Drew hard at work reading the essays he’d brought home from his classes to grade over the weekend. His dark hair was in disarray and he had those cute little glasses on that he only used for reading. Daye felt that familiar stirring at once. Sam had taken Maia to the park, since it was a beautiful near spring day, and Daye had not so subtly suggested it when she’d breezed in a few minutes ago. She’d convinced Alicia to man the shop for her because she simply had to get out for a while. With every passing moment, as the usual crop of cute college guys streamed in that morning and flirted with her, Daye had felt herself growing more and more…restless. Finally, she’d had to get home or do something she might regret.
Daye moved silently into the room, not wanting to alert Drew to her presence. She waited a moment when she approached his desk, and then smiling wickedly, she proceeded to climb up and crawl across the mahogany surface, scattering his work as she moved.
Drew’s head shot up when Daye suddenly appeared before him, stalking catlike over his desk on her hands and knees. He barely had time to think as he registered the seductive smile she wore, and the fact that she had stripped down before coming at him, revealing a concoction of black lace and silk that barely covered her. Drew glanced once at the door, and then turned his surprised smile on his fiancé.
“Uh, hi, Baby,” Drew said. “You…you’re home early.”
Daye very purposefully had completed her slow crawl across the wooden surface and was currently beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. She was kneeling on the desk, bent over, so that her hair fell in a long, loose curtain around them. Drew was shocked, but he wasn’t exactly protesting, although he had noticed a definite change in Daye since she’d come back from rescuing Alessa. She had been initiating sex more and more often, and there was a kind of…kinkiness he hadn’t ever seen in her before. Drew didn’t know if he should be worried or fall to his knees thanking whatever forces had seen fit to give him such a gift, but he didn’t want to jinx anything.
Daye had proceeded to divest Drew of his shirt, and crawling right into his lap, went to work on his belt. She was snuggled against his bare chest, and Drew didn’t waste any time taking advantage of the situation. He began to stroke her bare skin and leaned forward to nuzzle and suck at her neck. Daye writhed against him, but didn’t slow down one bit. She soon had his belt open and was going for the zipper on his trousers. Her breathing was already coming in short, harsh gasps.
Drew grabbed hold of Daye’s hands, just as she was about to unzip his pants. He pulled back, aroused beyond belief. “Baby, slow down,” Drew admonished. “The door’s wide open.”
“So,” Daye’s nonchalant tone surprised him. Usually she was the one putting the brakes on if it was possible that Sam or Maia might come along.
“So, what about Maia?” Drew replied. “Or Sam?”
Daye felt annoyance flair brightly. *Who cares?* she thought. *This has nothing to do with the brat or the houseboy. Goddess, but you’re a stick in the mud, aren’t you darling?*
“Park,” Daye said, grinding against him again. “Now, let go.”
Daye tugged, trying to pull her hands out of Drew’s grasp. Drew grinned broadly at her impatient tone.
“So, we’ve got the whole place to ourselves?” he asked, standing and bringing Daye with him. He placed his hands on her bottom and held her close for a moment, before dropping her back on the desk. Drew walked over to the door and quickly shut it, flipping the lock into place. *Just in case they come home early,* he thought.
Turning around, Drew stopped, just drinking in the sight of the woman he loved. She had turned on the desk, and was once again on her knees. There was a bright, feral light in her green eyes, and her long hair hung down in her back in a wild tangle. The lingerie she wore barely contained her ample curves and the look on her face was all hot lust. Drew sauntered back over to her, not even bothering to disguise his interest.
*Oh yes,* Daye thought triumphantly. She sat up, arching her back provocatively. Eyes locked on Drew, she brought her hands up, letting them run down the sides of her body as she slithered on the mahogany desk, scattering more of the papers. *That’s it, big boy, just keep your mind on the task at hand.*
“You feeling alright, Baby?” Drew asked, stopping when he was right at the desk. “Rough day at work?”
Daye tamped down annoyance once again. If he wanted to talk, she supposed she could oblige for a moment, but he’d better not be expecting too much debate.
“Rough?” Daye repeated, smiling up at him. “Work wasn’t rough, but I wouldn’t mind if you were.”
Drew’s eyes widened at her words. This was the kinky side he’d only recently discovered. Shrugging, he reached for her, still not questioning his luck.
Drew pulled Daye close, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Drew let his hands wander over her as she settled back, supporting her weight on her hands and arching back to offer her body to him. Daye reveled in the feel of his hands on her, but longed for him to let go.
Drew groaned, fighting to rein in his lust as Daye writhed against him, moaning and panting. With one hand, he cupped the back of her head and dragged her up, pressing her body to his bare chest. He ravaged her mouth with his own, while his free hand roamed over her breasts, stroking and kneading with abandon. Daye grabbed hold of his head, tangling her fingers in his silky hair. With her other hand, she went to work on the zipper of his pants.
In moments, Daye had her hand wrapped tightly around him. Drew groaned against her mouth, as she stroked him. He could feel the heat coiling low in his belly, and knew he wasn’t going to last very much longer.
“Baby, baby, baby,” Drew moaned, pulling back to quickly rid Daye of the flimsy lingerie she still wore. Once she was naked against him, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Drew plunged into her.
Daye gasped at the sudden fullness and then laughed softly as Drew set a maddening, wild pace. She reveled in the hot, quick ride, her hands digging into his shoulders as she screamed out her pleasure. She met his thrusts boldly, and drove him harder and higher as she made demands in a hoarse whisper.
Drew listened to the things coming out of Daye’s mouth and part of him was shocked, but he was too far gone to really consider the implications. He was in frenzy, and the feel of her nails scraping down his back, of her teeth as she bit into his bare flesh, that just drove him more out of his mind. Never before had his lust been so uncontrollable. The marvel of it was that Daye seemed not only to be accepting it, but almost to be encouraging him. It was like she wanted him to unleash that animal all men kept so tightly reined.
Finally, his passions at a peak, Drew let out a wild cry and collapsed against Daye, spent. She lay beneath him, drawing in quick, shallow breaths. They were both bathed in sweat. Dimly, Drew realized he was still half dressed. That had never happened between them before as far as he could remember. Smiling bemusedly, he drew back a bit and looked down at Daye, who looked…bored?
“Baby?” Drew stood up uncertainly.
Daye sat up, waiting impatiently for Drew to move out of her way. She heard the question in his tone. *Great, more talking,* she thought. *What’s his problem now?*
“Yeah,” Daye’s tone was all annoyance as she slipped off the desk and stood, moving away from Drew.
“You okay?” Drew asked, bewildered by the sudden shift in emotions. Daye had grabbed a hold of her teddy and was stalking towards the closed door.
“Fine,” she replied, opening the door.
“Where are you going?” Drew asked. He couldn’t figure out what was going on. Amanda was usually a cuddler. She had never been so…unaffected by sex before. She loved to lie with him afterwards and bask. He knew she did. They’d talked about it many times. She’d often said that time was as important, if not more, to her as they sex itself. That’s why he couldn’t figure out what was going on now.
“Shower,” she shot back over her shoulder as she left the room. Drew stared after her for a few long moments, and then refastened his pants. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just been used, and he didn’t like it one bit.
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possible post for the gameboard question
I dont think its that graphic at all, however, Quebecers are a ton more liberal than Americans (EX: I saw "Eyes Wide Shut" in Theaters when i was 13, and i got carded to go to "Eurotrip" when I went to Daytona last month).
possible post for the gameboard question
everything from "With her other hand, she went to work on the zipper of his pants"
to
"She lay beneath him, drawing in quick, shallow breaths" falls outside the PG-13 rating for the US. Yes we are prudes. Yes we are repressed, but the suggestion of the sex act is okay under PG13 and the actual act isn't.
Please. however, leave this "unabridged edition" here I may need to ..uh...review it later :oops:
you will need to bridge those two statements with something that suggests the emotions and motives without describing the action. a suggetion, (feel free to write something else entirely, this is just for illustration).
See? not so much expunged. It might be worth asking the group about their mores and values...me, I think that a little pruning to remove descriptions of specific actions would do the trick