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(Flash and) Fleur Friday No. 9

Jeanne sat next to Terrence on her couch, she gave him a minute when he came to her apartment to take her to see Eliza. Terrence texted her to let her know that Eliza had been a passenger in a car accident, that she she saw on the news because of Eliza’s semi-celebrity status.

“I know, I’d been texting her to make sure she was okay,” Jeanne stated.

Terrence explained that she was not really okay, that she was taken to her apartment by her ex-fiancé who had reluctantly told him that Eliza was with him. He was only allowed a few minutes in her apartment, and he said he would come back.

“I think that she might like to see you. But I have to warn you, she is in really bad shape. This is not her first accident, she did not break anything but she is in a lot of pain.”

Jeanne agreed to have Terrence take her to see Eliza, but it felt awkward. But she was her sister, and she wanted to support her. She was all that was left of the father she would never know, and she wanted to get to know Eliza.

Terrence looked like hell when he got to her apartment, which was why she told him to sit down. She sat beside him for a moment, when he got a text.

Come back, was all Eliza had texted him.

Jeanne was startled when she picked up her own phone, and saw Eliza’s name.

Jeanne, sorry to have not texted sooner. I was in an accident, I’m okay, but recovery is hard. I would love to stay in touch with you, but it will be a while before a night like the last one we had!

“Let’s go,” Jeanne said with full resolve.

Eliza needed her.

Jeanne was not prepared at all for the injured body of her sister lying in bed. She was propped up, and her face was blank. Lacking all of the light she had known of it.

And there was a man, dressed in a suit minus the jacket that was thrown on the backseat of his chair. He looked at Jeanne for a very long time.

“I am Eliza’s friend, Jeanne,” she extended her hand.

“I am Rafe, I am taking care of her. Nice to meet you, thank you for coming. You too Terrence,” Rafe turned around to look at the other man.

Jeanne heard the reluctance in his voice. Standing between the two men, Eliza’s life seemed like something ripped from the screen of a soap opera.

At that moment, Eliza saw her and through the pain there was a small smile. Jeanne smiled back, as the sun gleamed on Eliza and the big city outside.

It has been an emotional week for me starting with Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday! This (Flash and) Fleur Friday, at least shows the strength of sisterhood. This post is inspired by this week’s Wicked Wednesday, and was written for Friday Flash. Friday Flash is going to be weekly after next week, by popular demand! There is more Friday Flash here.

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Wicked Wednesday #323 — Passenger

At first, she could not feel her body. It was like she was not even there. Then she felt she was prone, and in a great deal of pain. The realization of pain rushed in like flash floods, during a torrential rainstorm. Eliza felt the tears on her cheek, as everything started to come back to her.

She had been a passenger in a car, she only remembered when it flipped. Everything after that was a blur.

“Are you awake?” A young woman in white was sitting next to her, and beaming.

Eliza blinked, and as if the nurse understood she squeezed her hand which Eliza now realized she was holding.

“I have been by your side since you arrived. I have done everything for you, because I knew you would come back. I knew!”

Eliza kept blinking, she hurt too much to do anything else.

And then she remembered Rafe.

She got into the car that crashed because she saw him, and the driver collided with another car on the highway.

When she thought she was safe.

It was her second car crash, and this time felt worse than the other one. She was still because she was afraid to move, afraid to do anything.

She was terrified.

And then there he was in the flesh.

Rafe.

He was holding a bouquet, and looked like he had not slept for days.

“I’ve come to take you home,” he said.

Eliza started to cry.

The young nurse caressed her arm, and wiped her face with a delicate handkerchief that Rafe handed her from his suit.

Eliza cried more.

She cried even more when she was back in her apartment with Rafe, but she could not say anything because she was helpless. The doctor had told her she had not reinjured any of her previous wounds, but she was thoroughly battered. She had hit her head, and her face was swollen again. She looked like a monster.

She cried all of the time, and found comfort rubbing a scar from the previous car crash on her leg.

She did not touch her phone, but she wanted to talk to Adrien. This reminded her of the accident they had encountered.

“Eliza,” Rafe held her, and she cried again. She did not want to be with him, but he had come and she could not take care of herself. She was so angry at him still, running away from him had caused this.

She choked on her tears, and he tried to soothe her. She felt like the author in Misery, she was afraid to be at Rafe’s mercy.

He acted like her life without him had been make believe, and he was amending everything.

She almost wanted to die.

There is more Wicked Wednesday here. This has been an intense writing week for me, starting with my last Masturbation Monday. Not sure what Friday will bring, but do join me for (Flash and) Fleur Friday!

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Masturbation Monday No. 205 — Sunset

Sabrina had not expected that she would go to London as soon as she had, but here she was in the chapel sitting next to Gui. The pretty floral urn with gold leaves was beautiful, and Sabrina felt the tears swell in her eyes again.

When Gui called her and told her that Carole’s badly decomposed body had been found in her apartment slumped over her bathtub, she had been shocked silent. She nodded over the phone as if he could see her, and blinked. She finally found her voice after a long silence, and it flooded with tears.

It appeared that she probably had slipped and fallen, and no one had found her until the smell of her decomposition had become noticeable to her neighbors. Her sister had identified her body, and called Gui because she knew that he and Carole were still relatively close. Gui called Sabrina, to let her know what Damaris would call her.

Damaris looked like Carole, she had the same features and the same hair but a more refined and elegant manner. Carole had been beautiful, but looked more bohemian. Damaris looked like money.

Sabrina hugged Damaris when she arrived, and started crying anew. Damaris squeezed her,

“I think you were more of a sister to her than me.” she confided to her.

Sabrina sobbed inconsolably. She had not spoken to Carole since Carole had declared her love for her. With the trace pills consumption that had been found in the toxicology report, Sabrina wondered if Carole’s death was as accidental as they wanted to believe.

It was at the bar later, that Damaris’ prim and proper demeanor broke down. She sat next to Gui in the booth at the quaint bar in Camden Town, and his hand slipped between her legs. It was obvious that she was about to have an orgasm, and Sabrina could not stop staring. Gui looked at Sabrina with a helpless expression, as Damaris looked down at her beer and idly flicked a nipple through her dress. After she came, Damaris excused herself and went to the ladies’ room.

“We grieved together, and she looked so much like Carole. Damaris wanted to be with me because I had been with Carole, to feel closer to her. It was wild, but we did it and it felt good so we keep doing it.”

Sabrina nodded, she was no judge of anyone.

Gui stood up, and embraced a man in a suit. When the man turned around, Sabrina gasped and the man’s eyes darkened.

“Sabrina, this is Drew. Drew, this is Sabrina.” Gui said obliviously.

Sabrina looked down, as Drew nodded. He sat next to her in the booth, crushing her to the wall.

Damaris walked back to the table, as Drew placed his hand on her thigh and Sabrina burned where he touched her.

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Fleur Friday No. 8 — Traditional

Mal was asleep beside her, and Jeanne was somewhere between sleep and wake. Her drowsy eyelids grazed his warm skin and made her feel drugged with tiredness.

“What’s wrong?” Mal whispered, rubbing her cheeks softly under the eyes. Jeanne did not even realize that tears had formed, she pressed her face to his now damp from her tears skin.

“Someone died.”

“I am sorry, was it someone you were close to?”

Jeanne closed her eyes.

“My father.”

Mal wrapped his arms about her, and she sunk into his embrace with a mixture of emotions.

“Were you close? I am not close with my parents…”

“I never met him.”

His embrace tightened about her.

“I grew up with my mom, and she never told me or my father that the other existed. When she died, I found out in her papers.”

“I am sorry.”

Jeanne rolled onto her back, and Mal rolled with her looking into her eyes.

“I have a sister, but she does not know what we are sisters. I went out with her and this guy, and she told me her father was dead—which meant my father was dead and I almost lost it. I did not expect to have such strong emotions about it. I mean I never knew him…”

“But it was your father nonetheless,” Mal said somberly, looking in her eyes. The sun peeked into his eyes with light, and she was riveted.

She nodded.

“You are the only person I have told besides Karys.” Mal nodded, she saw a soft twist of his lips because he knew Karys was important to her. Now she had told him he was important too, and she was ambivalent about it. But she continued. “I am glad that you are with me, I didn’t realize that I did not want to be alone.”

“And you did not call me, I came because I missed you.”

Jeanne nodded, and ran her hands through his hair. He leaned forward, and it all fell into his face.  She used her hand to clear the hair from his face, and looked into his sun-filled eyes.

Her emotions for him were staggering, and she was anxious. When she had strong feelings like this, things usually did not go well. She had had traditional and non-traditional relationships, and none of them had gone very well. Looking into his eyes, while he searched hers felt so intimate. When she closed her eyes, his still burned into hers.

Her pretty, pretty Mal.

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Wicked Wednesday #322 — Tradition

Rafe came from a traditional family, his mother and father had been married for a long time. His departure from this was inexplicable, his departure from that tradition caused his separation from his fiancée.
This was his third end of engagement from Eliza, and he was shell-shocked at first because he did not want to end their engagement. He had proposed to her because he wanted to marry her, and because he could not imagine his life without her. Now here he was, alone again without her and there was nothing that he wanted to do but be with her.
But this time he was not going to chase her, this time he was going to give her the space that she needed. The last time he made it too much about him. This time he was going to let her see that she wanted to be with him too. That she had agreed to marry him because she wanted to spend her life with him.
He saw her in newspapers, she looked happy and was with the same guy when she was with a guy. He knew that guy, and he was sure that he was happy to swoop right in. Who would not be happy to swoop right in, and take Eliza? She was the type of woman that you wanted forever.
The pictures of himself that he saw in the newspaper, he looked like a caricature of himself. He looked like a stern business man—and he was always alone. Did Eliza note that he was alone in all of his photos?
His father even called him, and asked him what was going on and what was he going to do? Rafe explained that he was waiting, that he was going to get her back. She was his, and she would realize it on her own.
He was not much of a gambler, but this was biggest gamble of his life and he had to win it.
He had to get her back.

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Masturbation Monday No. 204–Serpentine

Sabrina cut her finger on the edge of the cardboard Drew—it was like the card that he gave her was a thorn in her purse. But she could not compel herself to throw it out, maybe it was because of the memory of sex with him she had had most recently, the most bizarre role play of all. Or if it was because she was starting to realize that she was not invisible like she seemed to think she was.

She had an affect on people, and she could not even go to London, because she and Carole were not really on speaking terms. She had been silent when Carole told her how she felt about her. She had been shell-shocked really. Sabrina had not imagined anything between them. She thought Carole was just her only and really close friend. Being in love and loving each other, was not something that she had imagined between them.

Carole took her silence as a rejection, and they had barely spoken since.

Should she maybe take the pilgrimage to London to face her demons, and what she had done?

Or should she just let sleeping dogs lie?

She was not sure what she should do, as she watched the blood seep from her finger.

“What happened?” Harry walked into the room, and took her hand.

She looked at him, as he took her finger in his mouth. It was a weird kind of communion watching him take her blood in, and she was mesmerized. Should she let sleeping dogs lie, and try something real with Harry? Would she want him to go through what she had put everyone else through?

“I pricked my finger,” she said quietly, looking at him taking in his eyes. His eyes were calm like the ocean unstirred, as he looked at her. Did she want to make a storm in them?

She kissed him, and tasted her blood on his lips nothing like the wine of a communion. They tasted of blood. She pressed her body to his, and rubbed herself against him. His eyes remained calm, although his lips parted in mirth.

“You are a demon,” he said, and it seemed his lips did not move.

Did he really say that?

She decided to move serpentine about his body. Her hands like the tongue of a snake, lapped at his belt until she moved it from his waist in a swift movement. His body was calm, but between his legs she found his emotion. He was hard and hot, and waiting for her.

Serpentine on her knees, her tongue flicked out like a snake’s. The first lash of her tongue on his shaft, and she saw him turn wild like a turbulent sea.

She was a demon maybe, she thought. Harry knew her too well…

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(Flash And) Fleur Friday No. 6

Jeanne was in a daze between the wine, and the incredulity of the fact that her father was dead. The father she never met was dead, and it was a startling revelation. She hoped she covered up nicely enough, when Eliza took her hand and asked if she was okay. When she left Eliza and Terrence for a car home, and arrived there she felt numb during her shower.

She went right to sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she had a need for release. Much like she had had the other time she went to Mal’s apartment. But she was too lazy to go to his place, so she rolled around in her bed. She was startled when she heard her buzzer, and she pulled the eye mask she wore to sleep up over her head. She was naked because she did not believe in anything but her and the sheets in bed, as she walked to the door.

“Hello?” Her voice was groggy—froggy really—and her incidental French accent was thicker than usual.

“Fleur?”

Jeanne buzzed Mal up, she did not get dressed and she did not remove her mask from over her head. She opened the door, and the sight of him in a t-shirt and jeans, and his long hair twisted up left her speechless.

“I need you,” he said, and wrapped his arms about her body.

She needed him too, she needed him and things that she could not name or did not even know. She stood on her bare tiptoes, and kissed him. He pulled her into him running his hands over her body, with the intimate knowledge he had acquired from being with her. He knew that caressing her ribcage made her chuckle, but prolonged it made her groan. His pressed his hand on her hip, and kissed her neck and shoulders.

“I want to leave marks on you,” he said, after a long kiss on the round of her shoulder.

Jeanne nodded, and took his hair out of its twist.

“You can do whatever you want to me…”

Driven by lust, they moved together and Mal placed her eye mask back over her eyes. Jeanne felt a lascivious thrill, with the loss of her sight. Her heart raced, and Mal kissed and licked there. Then the racing of her heart pounded between her legs. He pulled her leg up, and she wrapped them around his body, which meant she had to trust him so she would not fall.

He did not let her fall…

Jeanne is burying her grief is lust with Mal this week, Eliza was thinking of Jeanne as she fulfilled her own lust. And Sabrina well, she experienced lust as usual. Follow all of my ladies for their sometimes interconnected stories.

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Wicked Wednesday #321 — Lust

Terrence’s tongue felt like water bobbing around her when she was perfectly still. Eliza closed her eyes, and fondled her breasts as she sat on his face. He had been looking at her all evening like if Jeanne was not there, he would have placed her across the table and fucked her for everyone to see.

Not caring at all.

The way he made her feel now, Eliza was conflicted. She felt pure lust for him, but at the same time she was not sure how she felt about his relationship with Lila. Rafe had explained to her that Lila was a dominatrix, and that he only utilized her for business. Eliza laughed. The business of sex that he did not want to share with her? Did Lila dominate Terrence as well? But he had been in a relationship with her, so was that completely different?

And then Jeanne. Eliza saw Jeanne’s eyes fill with tears almost when she said her father was dead. Jeanne was reserved for the most part, even as she was open and receptive…to see her face filed with emotion was startling in that instant.

“Are you okay?” She had asked, swallowing her wine, putting her glass down and taking Jeanne’s hand in hers.

Jeanne looked awkward, as she nodded.

Terrence’s foot had been between her legs for awhile at that point under the table. He paused with Jeanne’s show of emotion, but resumed as soon as Jeanne said she was okay.

Eliza pinched her nipple, and ground into Terrence’s fingers slipping into her other wet hole. His tongue darting in and out of her front, and his fingers in the back made her convulse with pleasure. She wanted not to come undone as she did, but she did and she could feel his smile of satisfaction against her lips as her kissed as they pulsed.

She was still so sexually attracted to him even thought he had hurt her more than he knew he had, and more than she had expected him to.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, and he grunted with pleasure even as she knew she had to be hurting him a bit. Maybe he liked that more than she thought…maybe Lila dominated him like she dominated Rafe. And it made her want to hurt him, just to see if it would drive his lust…

Eliza and Terrence shared a particularly lusty moment, she is in sync with Sabrina this week! How and will Jeanne experience her own kind of lust this week? Find out this Fleur Friday!

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Masturbation Monday #203 — Craving

Sabrina was curled on the bed, blanket pulled up over her so she could block out the sun. Her body still ruminated from what happened at the hotel between her and Drew.

She did not know if Drew knew it was her, or if he really thought that she was a lookalike that he had picked up. What he did to her was not something that she was sure he would do to a stranger, or something he would do because he was angry with her. He did not hurt her, but he was very rough which he had been with her before but not like this.

And she liked it, she liked it very much. She craved it now.

Her anus still felt like he was inside her. They had had anal when they were together, and he was careful to make sure she was ready for it. She was so wet when he pressed his tip to her hole, that he almost could have used it for lubrication. But he fingered her with warm lube that still made her shiver, as he eased it over her opening. Sabrina bit her lip hard, so she would not come as he applied it. When he was inside her, she bucked against him wildly and he spanked her once to an immediate orgasm.

Her backside was raw from the spanking with his hand and belt, and she still craved more. She wanted to see him again, and from the way that he held her tightly even as she slipped away from him she knew he was more invested than he was pretending not to be.

His card was in her purse, and her fingers burned for her to just touch the card—the cardboard version of him. Instead, she reached for her cell phone, clicked on the star icon for favorite people and pressed Jeanne’s name.

When Jeanne did not answer, she figured it was just as well. Maybe it was best for her to lie with her emotions…

She woke up later, naked and still ruminating with what she and Drew had done. She was in her apartment, so she did not have to worry that Harry would come and find her with swollen eyes from crying, even though she did not know why.

But she did know why, didn’t she?

Then she felt the heaviness pull her body down on her mattress, and she rolled toward Harry. Sabrina was surprised, she usually went to him. But he looked at her, and cradled her without asking questions. He kissed her temples and cheeks, and pressed her blanket-tangled nudity to his full three-piece suit.

And she stopped crying, her body uncurled from into itself and instead into Harry.

Sabrina is in a lusty mood, which happens to be the theme for this week’s Wicked Wednesday! On Wednesday Eliza will deal with lust, and on Friday, you will see why Jeanne did not have time to pick up the phone!

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Fleur Friday No. 5 — Discord

Jeanne delicately spooned the fragrant broth at the bottom of her bowl. She was so close to Eliza, she could smell the wine on her breath—the bottle she had purchased for the table, that she and Terrence drank like water. Jeanne had enough, but was afraid if she drank too much she would reveal too much—feel more comfortable than she oddly did already.

If Jeanne was honest there was some—not a lot—but some resentment of Eliza and her mother. They were the chosen ones. Her father did not know about her, but he had not chosen Jeanne and her mother. And while her childhood was fine, she always knew that she lived the alternate life. Eliza had a mother and a father.

Her father.

And now here she was, so close she could smell the wine flowing from Eliza’s tongue. She poured wine for Jeanne, and she thanked her as she took a quick sip.

Terrence looked at Eliza in a way that let Jeanne know if she was not there it would be an intimate night for them. Eliza smiled at him in a soft tipsy way, like a young girl with a young crush. Eliza had a presence that made her elegant and accessible at once. She had a lot of Jeanne’s style to be honest, there was such a similarity Jeanne was surprised she did not run into Eliza all of the time.

But then Jeanne travelled a lot, and lived part of the time in France where her grandmother had a home. Jeanne was very proud of her French roots, and she did have that certain je ne sais quoi. Terrence looked at her approvingly to indicate he thought she was attractive, but his interests did not stray from Eliza.

“It’s been a lovely night Jeanne, I am happy you decided to spend some time with us, cheers!”

They all clinked glasses, and Jeanne felt a trickle of wine on her wrist. When she looked down, she saw it was midnight. She looked up like she was about to turn into a pumpkin.

“It’s midnight,” she said.

“On Friday, a lovely thing, the night is still filled with possibilities…” Eliza smiled. “I live right around the corner. This is my cafe now, I am here all of the time. I just moved, I…” Eliza faltered. “You might have noticed in the news, but I am sure you read the arts and more worthwhile things. I just had a very public breakup, and I am just trying to get my footing.”

“I did not want to mention it,” Jeanne said softly.

Eliza smiled.

“Because you are classy, you know you remind me of my father, not sure what it is about you. He had the same quiet manner like you.”

Jeanne felt her mouth go dry.

“Your father is dead, you said had?”

Eliza sobered as she nodded her head, and Jeanne nodded as if she knew too.

Beethoven’s Symphony Number 9 came up louder around them.

Jeanne might be feeling a little discord right now, follow her story every Fleur Friday. Follow Eliza’s story here. This week the Wicked Wednesday theme was symphony, which you can read more of here.

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