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Fleur Friday No. 27 — Fever

Jeanne fanned her face softly, as she got in the back of her car. She was overheated, after her interview with Maddie Stone especially since she and Maddie went out after. Maddie told her her desires like she was reading her tarot cards.
Maddie did not know anything specific, but she told her things that made it hard for Jeanne not to get heated. For Jeanne not to think about Terrence, she missed him.
She had not meant to hurt Eliza, by getting involved with Terrence. She was seeing Mal at the time it was not something that she had planned. But she and Terrence had shared experiences—-because of Eliza–that it was hard for them not to get deeply involved.
Jeanne opened her car window, because the heat in it was making her inflamed. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, she knew that she was aroused enough that she could have made herself have an orgasm if she pressed her thighs together. If she pressed them together just the right way, she would come.
But she was not going to do that—she was waiting for a sweeter reward.
The reward of Terrence.
She stopped in front of his apartment building, and looked up at his building. He waited for her at his door. He pulled her into a tight embrace when she got up to his floor and she kissed him with desperate longing. She would not let go of him and when she finally did, she rubbed his stomach eyes locked with his.
She could not keep her hands off of him.
She took in his scent, pulled unbuttoned his shirt slowly, and he put this hands over hers.
“I want you,” she said softly, her eyes still locked with his.
He pulled her up against him, and her feet off of the floor she wrapped her leg about his.
One of the favorite themes in porn was when the man was in control. When he was aggressive, and made the woman know that he wanted her. When she told him that she wanted him, he was not shy at all about letting her know that he wanted her as well.
Porn was sexy, but with Terrence was sexier. His warm body against hers was sexier.
If Eliza had this now with Rafe, how could she be mad at her for wanting this with Terrence? How could anyone begrudge anyone for wanting this?
Just Terrence on top of her was enough, she could just have him on top of her forever…

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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 26 — Vintage Pin

Jeanne was intrigued when she walked into the offices of Ogler, the curatorial porn company. The office was ultra modern, and the CEO Maddie Stone was dressed from head to toe in vintage attire. Jeanne could not keep her eye off of the pin on her jacket, that was topped off by her Popsicle Firecracker ice pop colored hair.

Maddie rubbed the pin, and smiled at her.

“It is a random pin I found at a flea market, but I like it so I wear it a lot,” Maddie smiled. “ You know when people come in here to ask me about Ogler, and how I came up with the idea and things like that…” Maddie sat down, and crossed her legs. “I usually ask what them to try Ogler, see what they like…and then ask me. The proof is in the pudding to me.”

“That seems fair to me, and that is why I did try it out before I got an interview with you,” Jeanne admitted.

Maddie smiled.

“I love it!” Maddie clapped her hands. “What do you want to ask me?”

“I know that you came up with Ogler because you wanted more intuitive porn when you were looking for it, and you felt that you were not alone so you developed Ogler. What trends from it help you to make it more intuitive for your viewers?”

“Well the algorithms that we use are almost flawless—it really does follow the ebb and flow of all of our viewers’ caprices with their viewing and it makes it easy for them to find things that they will want to see. Some viewers say that it knows them better than they know themselves and I love to hear that.”

Jeanne smiled at Maddie, she had to agree secretly—Ogler had really intuited everything that she liked. She felt her face warm, and she knew that Maddie knew all of her secrets…

Jeanne is interviewing the woman who created the curatorial porn site that Eliza mentioned here, there is more Friday Flash here.

(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 25 — Amour

Jeanne and Terrence went to Cafe Amour, the neon Amour outside of the cafe provided a red glare on their table. It also left a red glare on her heart—on the heart of her new necklace that he had just given her. It said amour, and the o was a red heart.
She loved it, and she loved the man who gave it to her.
Everything in Cafe Amour had amour in it. The Amour Mussels and Frites had a savory garlic and red chili peppers broth. The Amour house wine was a Cabernet and Merlot combo, and the Amour Chocolate Mousse had a mascarpone-filled red heart.
She dabbed her mouth with a Cafe Amour napkin that was covered with tiny red hearts.
But with all of the words of amour and red and hearts, it was looking at the man sitting across from her that made her red and filled her with amour…

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 24 — Listen (Words of Love)

Jeanne had not stopped shaking since she had slapped Eliza.
She had not had any idea that she was going to slap her sister, but Eliza had been unbearable and what she had said about sloppy seconds had been mean and downright nasty.
But the slap had been hurtful to her as well. Terrence had held her since the slap, and now they were in his apartment. He was still holding her, he walked her into the bedroom past a lovely sculpture that looked like it was listening for something but there was dead silence as he undressed her. He caressed her with his hands, with each touch she stopped shaking bit by bit.
He leaned down and kissed her, and she cradled his cheeks in her hands. His skin was so warm and soft. She could see the sculpture still listening for sound, but the only sound to be heard was the rustle of the sheets as they got into bed. The room was dark, and the sculpture looked like the moon looming behind them in a mirror.
Jeanne looked into Terrence’s eyes, and he trained his on her searching her face.
“You make me feel good,” she said softly, and kissed his shoulder.
Still silent, he kissed her and the place between her breasts which she pushed together to caress him. Terrence rubbed his cheeks against them, before her kissed her nipple.
“I need you,” Jeanne said, arching her body up to let him know what she really did.
He did not delay, his attention focused on the lower part of her body. He had to still her because she was levitating wildly.
“I need you too,” he whispered into her ear. “I need you too.” Their need was evident with how seamlessly their bodies joined. Jeanne still levitated, but now Terrence held her hips and pressed them all the more to him. If the sculpture was still listening there were deep moans and cries between them now, and after a while words of love…

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 23 — Boudoir Deux

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Jeanne held Terrence’s arm, his bicep was compelling and she needed his strength as they walked into the back room of the bar. Eliza and Rafe at first had looked like a very happy couple. Upon seeing them enter, they looked frozen and stoic.
She and Terrence ventured forward, and Jeanne bent to kiss her sister’s tight cheek. Eliza’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of them accusatory.
“You do love to keep all the surprises for yourself don’t you Jeanne?” Eliza inquired coolly.
“I had not seen you since we started going out, and I did not want to tell you on the phone or by text,” Jeanne responded without rancor, even though it was being dished out.
“It really would not have made a difference—unless you really wanted to make me uncomfortable and see it in person.”
“You are the happiest woman in the world, you just got married and Terrence is your ex. I did not think.”
“No, you did not think! Of course I would want to see my ex while having dinner with my sister! That my sister could not wait for my sloppy seconds!”
Jeanne slapped Eliza, and Terrence pulled her back.
“You selfish bitch! How long is everything going to be about you? Rafe said you were not like this before your accident, before the pills but all it has been since your recovery is you wanting everyone to satellite about you. Fuck this Eliza, I am tired of it.”
Eliza gaped first at Rafe, and then at Jeanne.
“I do not need a sister. I did not have one this long, and I do not need one now! Happy Terrence?” she started without looking at him, while Jeanne and Terrence stared at her. “You ruined another relationship for me. Thanks!”
“Eliza,” Terrence started.
“No!” Eliza thundered. “You do not speak to me ever again!”
Eliza buried her face into Rafe’s chest.
Jeanne walked away with Terrence.

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Fleur Friday No. 22 — Rosebud

He could not keep his hands off of her breasts, pulling just gently but firmly enough on her nipples. Her internal gasps every time he touched her were overwhelming, Jeanne felt like she was going to explode.
And then his eyes, it almost hurt to look at them because they were so beautiful. It was not the color, but then intensity with which Terrence looked at her. The intensity she feared would break like glass—but it did not. He never stopped looking at her like he needed her, and was afraid to lose her.
His eyes mirrored hers.
She pressed her body to his, her eyes trained on his and rubbed herself against him. The hunger deep inside her core was too much to let linger anymore. Terrence mirrored her movement, and slid into her so seamlessly it did not feel like he entered her. It felt like he was part of her, as he fed her hunger. After such a long time of almost, actually felt better than she could have imagined. Even though his body was still new—she had not memorized all of him yet—it still felt like hers.
He was hers.
All hers.
The same way that Rafe now belonged to Eliza—except she and Terrence were not married. But what was happening between them…this made him hers and she was not sure that she was going to be able to do this with anyone else.
Where did this leave Mal?
Did she only want to have Terrence as hers because she could now, and she knew that Eliza would not be mad about it reasonably?
Had she always been a little in love with him from the first time that they met at the cafe near Eliza’s, but she knew that he was her sister’s so she could not fall? But now she could, she was and he was everything to her in that moment.
When his hand covered both of her breasts and he picked at her nipple making it big and hard as a rosebud…
He was hers.

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 21 — Scarecrows

They passed a bunch of scarecrows and skeletons, on the way to Terrence’s apartment. It was Halloween after all, and it was a bit creepy but not completely. Jeanne wanted Terrence so much, and the way he held her hand let her know that he wanted her just as much.
In the lobby of his building, he opened the door and pulled her close to him so she could feel every bit of his desire and how it equaled hers. If he could have put his fingers between her legs—and she was sure he would momentarily—he would feel every bit of her longing liquified.
In the elevator, he cornered and kissed her with so much fever she was afraid that she was going to spontaneously combust. In his apartment, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. It was such a terribly romantic gesture, that Jeanne was afraid that she was going to melt in his arms.
All the time that she had spent denying that she wanted him, started to dissolve as his body covered hers.
“Is this okay? Do you want this Jeanne? I don’t want you to think that you have to do anything that you are not ready to do…”
Jeanne realized that she had made him think that she was not that ready for him because there had been so many stops and starts when they were together previously.
“I want you,” she whispered softly, looking up at him. “I have wanted you for a very long time, and now…”
 Looking in his eyes at close range, felt more intimate than kissing felt because her eyes were closed then, and now she was afraid she would dissolve into the sheets.
She was more scared now than she had been by any of the scarecrows or skeletons she had seen on the way over to his place to lie under him…

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Fleur Friday No. 20 — Putting Out Fires

It was not until they were blocks away and settled into another dark bar, did it seem like Jeanne or Terrence was able to breathe.
Spotting Rafe, and what had to be Eliza—her sister had told her that Ingrid was out of town at a conference after all. There it was, Eliza told her everything about her life, and Jeanne still had not told her about Terrence. Had not told her that she was sort of seeing him. This was in fact their first outing tonight, and they had thought that it was going to be safe because it was such a secret location.
Not as secret as they had thought clearly…
Jeanne’s skin was still on fire from having sat so close to Terrence before, and sitting close to him again at the bar the fire raged again over her.
“I’m sorry,” Terrence said, and wrapped his arms about her.
“You have nothing to apologize about…” Jeanne said softly, and looked up at him.
Their faces were so close that here in this bar instead of sitting close enough to fuck, they kissed and immediately her lips and between her legs were on fire again. She might not have told Eliza a thing, but that did not mean that she had to stay away from Terrence. Did not mean that they could not progress, that they could not move further than they were.
In a dark corner at the other bar, they had barely touched. But at this bar, right at the bar, Jeanne had stood and was half dry humping him. The Catwomanesque black pants that she wore made it easy for her to press herself to his thigh, and she was sure that if she kept at it she would come right there.
But she wanted to come with him in a more intimate manner and clearly Terrence felt the same way, because he stood up while she was in the middle of debating if she should keep going.
“Are they here too?” she purred, half seriously.
Terrence wheezed, and pulled her close to him.
“We need to go somewhere else, isn’t that what you were telling me?”
Jeanne looked up at him, and he kissed her nose.
How did he make her feel like she was in a fairy tale and the dirtiest story ever, all rolled up into one?

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(Flash &) Fleur Friday No. 19 — Santa Muerte (Death)

Death filled Jeanne’s thoughts in the most unusual way. First she saw the Santa Muerte in the window of the shop that she passed when she walked home. She thought how she wanted le petite mort from Terrence, she was throbbing so hard between her legs. Now that she had cemented her relationship with her sister, she wanted to cement her relationship with Terrence…even if she had not told Eliza about the two of them.
She and Terrence were not even a them yet…
Yet.
When she got to her apartment, she saw Mal. She ran full-speed to him, and wrapped her legs about his waist.
“You’re back!” she said, as he cradled her backside which made her throb all the more.
He kissed her neck, and Jeanne closed her eyes rolling her body in response to his kiss.
Mal followed her upstairs, and she opened the door with his arms about her waist.
He had gone to Paris, and she had not seen him for weeks. She had not expected to get involved with Terrence, while he was away. Now she was dating two men, and for a woman who had spent such a long period of time alone…it was odd for her to have choices. The choice to have Mal back handing her a small velvet black pouch with one hand, and delivering her a wild orgasm with his other hand.
She closed her eyes, and she could not help but think what it would be like to be in this same position with Terrence…

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Fleur Friday No. 18 — The Box

Jeanne pushed the box over to Eliza and wondered when she would notice. It was not the same box that Eliza had given her, but was oddly familiar. It was her mother’s things that she had placed in a box like her father had placed his in. Jeanne gushed a little bit at that, because she realized that that was something she shared with him.
The same taste in boxes, it was small but nice to know. She finally had stopped wanting to cry with sadness and joy because her father had known about her, even though her mother had never told him. He had looked for her, he had followed her progress and respected her mother’s wishes to raise her without him.
He had cared about her in some way.
Eliza opened the box slowly, after she put down her drink and finally Jeanne saw the wrinkle of confusion on her forehead.
“This is the box, with my mother’s things. She had pictures of our father in with her things as well. I wanted you to see what I knew. Not a lot, just a little bit. I knew about our father, but nothing else. I figured he was my father because he looks so much like me. I just saw these things after she died…”
Eliza nodded and looked through everything so lovingly and with so much care, that Jeanne felt her eyes well up again.
“I cannot stop crying,” Jeanne said, looking down, and Eliza took her hand. She took her hand with the care that she looked through the things in the box.
“Don’t cry sister,” Eliza said hoarsely. “You know, we were like sisters before I found out we were sisters. You came, and looked after me when I was sick. With Terrence.”
Jeanne felt herself throb between her legs. Just hearing Terrence’s name was enough to drive her over the edge.
“I care about you Eliza, I realized that after our random meeting. You are my sister.”
They squeezed hands, and looked at each other with wet eyes.
They were sisters, but Jeanne had no idea of how she was going to tell her sister that she wanted her ex.
She additionally had no idea how she was going to deny him or herself, the next time they saw each other…

No microfiction this week, a full-length Fleur Friday! Earlier this week, I wrote my most recent Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday and a post for the Sisters In Smut blog all about Friday Flash!

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