Emma stared lovingly at the brick, her eyes wide with adoration. The brick probably would have stared back at her, however, it was a brick, and did not have eyes. Emma rushed towards the brick, and began caressing its corners. She almost giggled at the situation, she was finally there, with the brick, the one true love of her life. All moments before seemed to be leading up to this.
Her. The brick. Nothing else mattered.
The brick rose up, and began to stroke its corners against her hair. Soon however, the brick was scraping against her face, rubbing off her skin, however, she did not care. Brick was with her, and that was all she needed.
Emma grabbed the brick, and frantically shoved her lips against it, wanting more. Moved, and in a sudden turn of emotion, Brick began to smash itself against Emma, at first breaking her nose, but Emma did not care, she was with her one true love, Brick.
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The Brick Fic (and other stories)
HumorA compilation of me writing my friends making out with various inanimate objects
