She's a lot, right?
Gravel-laced chuckles infiltrated Shayne's skull as he froze before Alternate Courtney, a blank stare accenting the disbelief stretching his face.
"What? Not even a comeback?" Alternate Courtney cracked her gum, emeralds wheeling around to accompany her sarcastic tone. "Lame, Dame-Dame already had me gagged by now. Say, maybe it's time for a call."
Widened blue eyes and thinned lips secreted bubbling frustration boiling inside of Shayne. Her taunting corroded, patience sloughing off until translucent sheets of self-control remained, and his desire to continue wavered-the idea of commencing things while angry souring his tastebuds.
Still, that little inner-voice preached, lecturing about Courtney's reliance on his success. About her visitations' dependency on passing Alternate Courtney's test. It countered wavering conviction, willing Shayne to surrender to the flames her Alternate provoked while bolstering commitment to his task. Spite to prove his Alternate wrong aided support beams readying to tame the brat.
That would be an understatement.
You know, it's not too late to back down now, Chicken boy. Bow out before that overactive conscious dives too deep. Don't want you suffocating yourself swimming to the surface, now do we?
If this is you trying to stop me, I've got some bad news. That jeering of yours? It only fuels my fire.
"Oh, I hit a nerve, didn't I? Should I apologize?" Alternate Courtney pouted, insincerity tipping her mocking timbre. Without missing a beat, lithe digits coiled around his erection, black cotton barricading skin from encountering skin. Lazy, clumsy, rhythmless pumping glided up-and-down his dick, her attention trained on the television screen.
The sudden onslaught of pleasure surging through his core to his stomach paused Shayne, purpose forgotten until absent-minded stroking constricted into pleasureless pain.
"CAREFUL!" Shayne seized her wrist, but her circulation-suffocating grip persevered. A harsh jerk pried Alternate Courtney off in one go, abrupt-severity scraping against sensitive nerve-endings. Excruciating pain ricocheted, absolving any lingering-enjoyment that her sloppy handjob bequeathed.
"Get up!" Bone jabbed Shayne's palm upon contracting his grasp, evoking an audible gasp. It dribbled into stifled giggles before Alternate Courtney became dead weight. Neck arched around the couch cushion, saliva bulging in her throat outlined an anticipatory swallow.
Anticipation Shayne misconstrued for fear, overlooking the mischievous sparkle in her eye.
Second-guessing loosened Shayne's hold, seeds of doubt sowing hesitation. A subtle smirk condemned his display of weakness, her micro-expression the lone warning of her intent. He almost missed it, not that noticing it would have mattered. Blue pleats descending still caught Shayne off guard, the hand securing her skirt bouncing on the couch.
Intimates exposed, Alternate Courtney shifted onto her stomach.
Just as Shayne lowered his gaze to her rear, flustered fingers rushed to cover the muddied purple streaks that his cursory glance allotted.
"Bruises?" Spiked ivories gnawed into pillowed chapped flesh, unconscious and involuntary. Worry joining forces with Shayne's blockaded fear still emanating from his Alternate's membrane-bound soul. It liberated her wrist as he knelt in front of her, noses touching.
"Do they still hurt?" Habit tidied locks of blonde behind her ear, calloused tips loitering at her temples.
"God, you're such a worry-wort." Alternate Courtney rolled her eyes, cracking her gum extra loud to accentuate exasperated boredom. "I mean, he worries, but this? This is a whole other level." -Kissed teeth faltered to a sigh.- "Though I suppose in his current state, you probably have more guts than he does. How sad is that? Please don't tell me that's what you'll be like when you two switch. You know, all mushy and boring and gross?"
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Science Fiction[Removed for Rewriting; See Author's Note] Two best friends are thrust into a relationship after traveling to a parallel universe where they witness how perfect they could be through the eyes of their hot-and-heavy counterparts. However, they've jus...
