Tuesday, December 18, 2012

On the Eighteenth Day of Christmas Red Phoenix Gave to Me

Two people stranded together in the snow for days... 

After a snowstorm in February, I decided to play out what would happen with two friends who are forced to be alone together. One has a crush on the other and a variety of ways to show her how he truly feels...

Excerpt from Blissfully Snowbound: 
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“After last night’s kiss? No way.”
She blushed, thinking back on the experience. “It was a fluke. It’s the whole stolen kiss thing. That’s all it was.”
“Wanna prove it?”
She scoffed at him. “Yeah, right.”
“No, seriously. If we kiss and we don’t both feel something, I’ll stop hounding you. Cross my heart.” Dan made a cross motion over his heart and smiled charmingly.
“You’re pathetic, you know that?”
“I think you’re chicken because you know I’m right.”
“Don’t start with me. You know I hate being called a chicken.”
He nodded with a grin. “Yes, I do.”
Jenny rolled her eyes and walked over to Dan. Here in the daylight with no romantic fire things would be different. He tried to put his arms around her, but she stopped him. “You said nothing about hugging, mister. A kiss. That’s it.”
A smile played across his lips. “Fine.” Dan put his hands behind his back and waited.
She tried to calm the butterflies as she tiptoed up to kiss him. For a second she hesitated, afraid that he might be right—but no. She knew better and needed to prove it. Jenny gently pressed her mouth against his firm lips. He snuck a hand around and grasped the back of her neck. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she felt fireworks go off. The desire she had felt all night instantly reignited. She unwillingly moaned and had to pull away. It was disconcerting.
Dan’s hair fell in his eyes and he brushed it back all cute-like. “Well?”
Jenny turned from him. “Didn’t feel a thing.”
He snuck up behind her and growled softly in her ear, “Yeah, I’m buying that.”
Her heart raced when she felt the warmth of his breath on her neck. “Please don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Dan asked, as he moved her hair aside and gently kissed the back of her neck.
She felt an electric jolt travel straight to her groin. “Don’t make me want you.”
Dan chuckled warmly. “But you already do.”
Jenny closed her eyes. Her body was desperate for more, but they couldn’t. It wasn’t in the cards for them. She pulled away and pretended to straighten the kitchen.
Dan let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay, you win. I’ll stop hounding you.”
She felt almost disappointed. “Good, why don’t we finish our poker game?”
“Fine,” Dan grumbled. Then he added condescendingly, “I don’t see the point. You are so behind now you don’t have a chance of catching up.”
“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.” She dealt out the cards. In no time flat, she was out of pretzels. “How did you do that?”
“I’m on a winning streak and you’re not.”
Jenny pouted. She hated to lose and today it was especially humiliating. “I demand a rematch.”
“Nope. You need collateral in order to play. I do have a suggestion though. You could bet with clothing.”
“Strip poker? You can’t be serious.”
“I am completely serious,” Dan answered with a devilish glint in his eye. He started dealing out the cards. “You in?”
So much for him giving up on getting her in bed, but Jenny eagerly took up the challenge. “Okay, but only if I can pull out of the game at any time.”
“It’s a deal.”
Jenny was pleasantly surprised when she beat his hand. “Since I’m the winner, I get to pick the piece of clothing,” she announced.
“Okay by me.”
“Your sweater.”
Dan kept a straight face as he pulled it over his head. Jenny couldn’t help gazing at his naked chest. She had only seen him shirtless from a distance once when she watched him play basketball outside Kelly’s apartment. His defined chest with blond curls was quite distracting, and she had to look away.
“Your turn to deal.”
Jenny looked down at the cards. Seeing his skin unnerved her. Jenny shuffled the cards and dealt them out. It seemed her luck had changed for good when she won the next hand too. “Your belt.”
“Interesting choice,” Dan replied, as he undid the buckle and whipped it out of the belt loops. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor made her blush. She was glad he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
Dan dealt the next hand. Jenny won with a pair of queens. She whistled enthusiastically. “I am on a roll now, baby! Socks next.”
“Both?”
“Yep.”
He dutifully took off his socks, exposing the manly fur on his feet. Dan wiggled his toes for her benefit. She quickly dealt out the next hand and then stopped. Was he losing on purpose? Jenny raised her eyebrow and stared at him.
“What?”
“My sudden winning streak seems a little suspicious.”
“I see. You doubt your own card skills.”
Jenny puckered her lips in concentration. She finished dealing and let out a happy squeal when she saw her hand, totally forgetting to keep a poker face. Jenny laid down two aces in triumph and then gasped when Dan showed her a three of a kind. He grinned mischievously. “Take off your top.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Do not shirk on a bet, Jenny. It’s bad manners.”
In a quick move so she wouldn’t second-guess herself, Jenny whipped off her sweater. She was grateful that her bra hid her assets. Jenny looked over at the fire, not wanting to see the expression on Dan’s face.
“Nice. Not quite what I was expecting, but nice.”
Jenny glanced down at her chest and burned with mortification. She had forgotten she was wearing her ancient smiley face bra. It was her most comfortable intimate apparel, but definitely not her sexiest. Ryan never cared what she wore.
“Enough gawking. Just deal the cards.”
Dan chuckled and dealt the next hand. Jenny’s heart raced. She had three Jacks and laid them down with a whoop. Dan smiled and showed her a flush. “Bra.”
Jenny sputtered. “Not the bra. Let me take off my socks.”
“Nope. The bra that keeps smiling back at me must go.”
Jenny’s hands trembled as she unclasped the back and slowly let her favorite bra fall from her shoulders. Dan’s expression changed from amusement to adoration in the blink of an eye.

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