Interactive Insanity: What Do You Do?

[Jett_73]

"'Hah! No, stitch.'"

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[Scentofawoman]

Look skeptically around for first aid set

 

[Jett_73]

You glance around the ensuite and notice on the bench a little sewing kit with the collection of complimentary bath products.

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[Scentofawoman]

Grab the sewing kit and inventory the contents.

 

[Jett_73]

You open the sewing kit. A small needle, a few short skeins of thread - white, black and red - and three generic buttons. You hold up one of the buttons and raise an eyebrow at Anastacia. Her flat stare remains unchanged.
Sheesh, the woman really needs to lighten up!

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Ask for match or lighter.

 

[Jett_73]

"Here". Janek tosses you a lighter.

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Sterilize needle.
Thread needle.
Sew wound.

 

[Jett_73]

Anastacia's expression hardly changes as you sew up the small puncture wound on her shoulder. Other than a small shiver as you first inserted the needle - you have a disturbing thought that, perhaps, she's actually enjoying the pain - she remained perfectly still.
You tie off the thread as you finish.
When you look up, she is watching you in the mirror with a glint in her eye.

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Kiss Anastacia.

 

[Jett_73]

You have an insane urge to kiss Anastacia. Perhaps it's that rebellious kick to your spirit. Or maybe the unexpected tension of the last hours. In any case - and before you have time to think about the lunacy of your action - you lean in and give her a quick peck on the cheek.

Your lips brush the corner of your mouth.

Your aim was never quite good ...

Drawing back, you're conscious that your cheeks are burning. You are afraid to look in the mirror. Instead you focus your eyes on Anastacia's neck. You can see the pulse hammering on the side of her throat, the only sign of life in her otherwise statue-like form.

Then a low growl.

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Hastily apologize for any disrespect.

 

[Jett_73]

You open your mouth to apologize but, before you get a word out, Anastacia has grabbed your chin firmly in one hand and pulls your head up to stare you in the eye.

The growl has only just died from her throat, but you can still see it flame-hot in her eyes.

'Oh shit, oh shit, oh ...'

Suddenly her mouth is pressed hard against yours. Her lips, warm and firm taste oddly soft compared to the hardness of her expression. Her hand, rather than soften, remains firm. The only release is to quickly shift along your jawline to the back of your neck.

You are in no doubt at all who is in control of this situation and, oddly, you don't seem to mind.
Or maybe that's because your mind has shut down with the sensory overload of Anastacia's hard passion.

Dimly, a lazy voice from somewhere behind filters through the pounding rush of blood.

'Well, you've woken the dragon now, child.'

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[PlayfulLittle1]

(damnit, I hope you're compiling these as ideas for a story you want to publish, cuz... ummm.... yeah. )


Ask Janek to explain.

 

[Jett_73]

His next words whisper huskily into your ear. Anastacia's hand remains firmly on your neck, restraining your involuntary start.

"We don't often mix with business with pleasure. Ale dla ciebie dokonamy wyjątek."

His fingers trail lightly down your spine.

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Kiss Anastacia again.
Whisper "Proszę..."

 

[Jett_73]

Your mind struggles to separate the sensations electrifying your senses.

Anastacia's lips, her tongue wrestling with yours in an urgent contest of need.

Trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons of your shirt.

Two hands caressing your thighs.

Another pair of lips nuzzling the back of your neck, ragged breath hot on your skin...

With a not-so-gentle pull of your lower lip between her teeth, Anastacia breaks the kiss and takes your hand. As she turns to lead you out of the bathroom, the fire of lust in her eyes is both alarming and intoxicating.

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Take Janek's hand.
Follow Anastacia.

 

[Jett_73]

You turn to follow Anastacia but Janek pulls you gently back against himself.
Still holding your hand he reaches around from behind you to grasp your jaw which, moments ago, had been in the possession of his partner.
His strong fingers stroke down your throat and wander along the top of your collar bone.

You know your pulse is pounding and you can feel yourself trembling against him.
Bracing in anticipation for his touch to move across your chest, you are surprised when he murmurs, "Zobaczmy, co?" and then fiercely rips the lapel of your blouse away from you.

The remaining buttons shoot away to ping against the tiles and you feel goosebumps pimple your skin as the unexpected caress of cooler air plays across your exposed flesh.

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Push Janek to wall.
Remove my shirt.

 

[Jett_73]

Push Janek to wall.
Remove my shirt.

The ping of buttons is followed by a more solid sound as you push Janek back against the wall. He didn't expect it and he grunts with the contact. You must have pushed harder than you thought.

He grins at you. "Więc jak to szorstka, co?"

His hair falls slightly across his face, but you can still see the humour in his steel-grey eyes. And glints of something a little darker.

You reach for his t-shirt, but strong hands suddenly grasp your wrists. He's so quick!

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[PlayfulLittle1]

Pull wrists away.
Growl at Janek.
Look around room.

 

[Jett_73]

Janek chuckles as you pull away.

"Oh, będziecie zachowywać maleńka."

His eyes follow you as you survey the bathroom. Your reflection stares back at you from the full-wall mirror behind the vanity unit. You give yourself a wry grin at your slightly dishevelled state - hair mussed, lipstick smudged and shirt (sans buttons) hanging open. You are suddenly not sure whether you are relieved or disappointed that you chose a plain white bra this morning.

The bathroom is a pristine white, the enamelled tiles glinting a little too brightly in the glare from the LED downlights. An unfortunate side-effect of the current age of sustainability consciousness: mood lighting is sacrificed to energy efficiency.

The shower, however, arrests your attention. Occupying the full width of the outward wall of the ensuite, it has a full glass screen. The hand-held spray unit appears to be one of those expensive Italian ones with multiple pressure and pattern settings. A deliciously hot shower is a rather appealing idea.

Another soft chuckle from Janek. He seems to know exactly what you're thinking. Whether it is with the same intent, though, is another matter entirely ...

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[Cowgurlhat]

Face Janek.

 

[Jett_73]

Janek raises an eyebrow and cocks his head toward the shower.

"Janek! Co ty do cholery robisz? Przyprowadź ją tutaj."

Anastacia's voice brings a slight frown to his face. He shrugs his shoulders, then rolls his eyes and gives you a conspiratorial wink.

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