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niki_chidon) wrote2007-08-10 07:57 pm
niki_chidon) wrote2007-08-10 07:57 pm
Happy Birthday, RK!
Well, I didn't know if you'd do anything with a paid account, and the card was silly (but I love the artist... you did get it?), so I figured I'd try to get you something you *would* like:)
(But if you'd rather get the paid account, just gimme a holler;)
Title: Birthday Plans I: Breakfast in Bed
Author: Niki
Fandom: WWE
Pairing: E/CJ, committed relationship
Rating: I'm aiming for NC-17...but we'll see;)
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Breakfast in Bed
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I wake up to a kiss. That's nothing unusual, but just as I'm getting the hang of the situation Adam pulls back and I have to pry my eyes open.
"Happy birthday!" he is grinning.
Wha? Did I sleep for a week and not notice?
"Did I sleep for a week?"
"No."
"So... it's not my birthday. How could you forget my birth date?"
"On your actual birthday, in a week, we are going to be...?"
Oh.
"Not home?"
"Not home. Working. On the road. In a crappy hotel room in where-ever."
"And today we have a day off. You know, you're smarter than you look."
"Ha ha. So... can we start over? Happy birthday!"
I'm starting to wake up, and as such, notice what he's wearing... or more likely, not wearing.
"Mmmm... does your great Birthday plan include me getting *out* of this bed?" I grin, liking this already.
"No," he smirks, "I brought you breakfast in bed."
"I can see," I smirk back, and very deliberately run my eyes all over his body. Is he completely...? No. He's wearing... a thong. With a huge bow pictured on the front. I lick my lips.
"I see you got me a present, too," I grin, getting kinda hungry.
"I," he says with very haughty tone, "am not the breakfast."
He tries to look put out, but can't keep the smile off his face when reaching for the tray behind him.
I pout but can't keep it up when I notice what he's offering. My usual caffeine fix is joined by sandwiches, cookies, and... a carrot?
"I thought this was *my* breakfast," I say, and pass the carrot on to the rabbits.
"Hey, it's better if the whole family gets to share," Adam replies, and steals a cookie.
There's a candle on the tray. And a flower I can't name. (After having to look and smell the rose garden on the weeks following the Valentine's day, no rose has entered this apartment.) Fucking closet romantic, that man of mine.
I don't have much interest in food as long as I have my present lying on the bed next to me. But, to oblige him, I fight my way through three sandwiches and a couple of cookies... maybe a few more cookies...
"Do I get to open my present now?"
"Sure," the evil man smirks, and reaches under the bed to produce a big wrapped box.
"That's not the present I was looking forward to..."
"Hey, you don't even know what's in there!"
"I know what's in *here*," I reply, reaching to hold on to the bow - and what lies beneath. He's not really as uninterested in my approach as his face tries to claim.
"Fine, fine, I'll just throw this away, then..."
Damn. Now I'm curious. I sigh theatrically, "I suppose I can indulge you first."
"Oh, no need to trouble yourself. I'm sure I can get my money back."
"Honeybear, if I don't get my present right now..."
"Which one?" he blinks innocently, and I pounce to kiss the oh-so-innocent smile off his face.
I'm proud to say that with my tongue down his throat he forgets about everything else quite soon, and looks a bit dazed when I pull back.
"The one in the box, of course."
-----------to be continued... hopefully before your *next* birthday;P
(But if you'd rather get the paid account, just gimme a holler;)
Title: Birthday Plans I: Breakfast in Bed
Author: Niki
Fandom: WWE
Pairing: E/CJ, committed relationship
Rating: I'm aiming for NC-17...but we'll see;)
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Breakfast in Bed
--------------------
I wake up to a kiss. That's nothing unusual, but just as I'm getting the hang of the situation Adam pulls back and I have to pry my eyes open.
"Happy birthday!" he is grinning.
Wha? Did I sleep for a week and not notice?
"Did I sleep for a week?"
"No."
"So... it's not my birthday. How could you forget my birth date?"
"On your actual birthday, in a week, we are going to be...?"
Oh.
"Not home?"
"Not home. Working. On the road. In a crappy hotel room in where-ever."
"And today we have a day off. You know, you're smarter than you look."
"Ha ha. So... can we start over? Happy birthday!"
I'm starting to wake up, and as such, notice what he's wearing... or more likely, not wearing.
"Mmmm... does your great Birthday plan include me getting *out* of this bed?" I grin, liking this already.
"No," he smirks, "I brought you breakfast in bed."
"I can see," I smirk back, and very deliberately run my eyes all over his body. Is he completely...? No. He's wearing... a thong. With a huge bow pictured on the front. I lick my lips.
"I see you got me a present, too," I grin, getting kinda hungry.
"I," he says with very haughty tone, "am not the breakfast."
He tries to look put out, but can't keep the smile off his face when reaching for the tray behind him.
I pout but can't keep it up when I notice what he's offering. My usual caffeine fix is joined by sandwiches, cookies, and... a carrot?
"I thought this was *my* breakfast," I say, and pass the carrot on to the rabbits.
"Hey, it's better if the whole family gets to share," Adam replies, and steals a cookie.
There's a candle on the tray. And a flower I can't name. (After having to look and smell the rose garden on the weeks following the Valentine's day, no rose has entered this apartment.) Fucking closet romantic, that man of mine.
I don't have much interest in food as long as I have my present lying on the bed next to me. But, to oblige him, I fight my way through three sandwiches and a couple of cookies... maybe a few more cookies...
"Do I get to open my present now?"
"Sure," the evil man smirks, and reaches under the bed to produce a big wrapped box.
"That's not the present I was looking forward to..."
"Hey, you don't even know what's in there!"
"I know what's in *here*," I reply, reaching to hold on to the bow - and what lies beneath. He's not really as uninterested in my approach as his face tries to claim.
"Fine, fine, I'll just throw this away, then..."
Damn. Now I'm curious. I sigh theatrically, "I suppose I can indulge you first."
"Oh, no need to trouble yourself. I'm sure I can get my money back."
"Honeybear, if I don't get my present right now..."
"Which one?" he blinks innocently, and I pounce to kiss the oh-so-innocent smile off his face.
I'm proud to say that with my tongue down his throat he forgets about everything else quite soon, and looks a bit dazed when I pull back.
"The one in the box, of course."
-----------to be continued... hopefully before your *next* birthday;P
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LOL
Kidding. *poke poke* Though now I'll be nagging you to finish it. :P
I did get the card, yesterday I think. Was going to e-mail in a bit actual. (Things are still nuts around here RL-wise.) Very cute. I get to be the little old lady on the left though...she looked nuttier. LOL
The fic bit was lovely. *kisses* Thanks.
(And I'm so going to kick hubby's butt because HE hasn't said a word yet. :P Figure if I wait until tomorrow, the guilt trip should be worth quite a bit. *snicker*)
*hugs*
Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya.
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I was going to give you a *finished* story, naturally, but RL interfered... working on it, working on it...
Hope hubby wises up and you have a nice birthday!
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That's okay...just gives me more to look forward to. ;) Don't sweat it. I can wait as long as you don't brain me for poking you sometimes. LOL I completely understand about RL getting in the way. It's all over the place here right now.
I doubt he'll figure it out. He's already at work and won't be home until 11:30-ish tonight so the odds are in my favor. I'm hoping to convince him that he needs to take the boys somewhere for the day on Sunday so I can have much needed alone time. Guilt works as a good device. :P
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But I want some....... you know......
*Pouts* :D ;)