This is a response to a challenge about using sex to settle a bet. I got a little...shall we say... 'inspiration'. (hehe!) P.S. I've forgotten how to play GO FISH, so don't hate me if it's not being played correctly. I'm broke! P.P.S. dialogue in are in Sign Language. "" are voiced. are both.
Part 1
By Lillian
Chris Jericho sat back in the steel chair and regarded his enemy with calculating coolness. His right leg rested on top of the table. Unfortunately, the relaxed confidence raidating from him did nothing to dispel the grim determination of the foe. He signed to her. Miranda Davis, met his eyes over the rim of the cards she held in her hands. Chris saw her bite her lip. Oh, boy. He thought. He really shouldn't be having these feelings for his best friend. Miranda reached over to the pile of cards and picked one up off the top and was evidently pleased with the card she had gotten. She put down a set of three fives. Her huskily low voice said. How he loved that voice. he studied his cards. Then the idea came to him. True, he had had a beer earlier, and that might be what was clouding his judgment.
Miranda was aware of the way he was regarding her. She had had a crush on him for quite a while now. They had started out as friends, but somewhere down the line, it evolved into something more. Something sexual. she challenged him.
"Against what?" She leaned closer, giving him a very nice view of her straining breasts. Miranda was 24 years old and had long brown hair down past her shoulders. A while back, she had gotten her hair permed and now soft waves ran through that rich coffee colored hair. Her eyes were a deep blue that seemed somehow unnatural against her face. Often, he found himself staring at her lips. They were wide and somewhat full. That day, she was wearing a plunging neckline blue cotton shirt that clung in all the right places, and a blue skirt with flower print. She was only 5 foot 5, but she had some very nice legs. "Well..." he took his leg off the table and got up to move around it. She followed his every move with intense eyes. Chris took her hand in his and pulled her up so she was standing in front of him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned down, bringing his face closer and closer to hers. When their lips met, it felt like an electrical shock went through her. He felt it too. The both of them deepened the kiss until it became passsionate and fervented. Chris had her backed up against the table and he trapped her there. His hands started to wander down her back, over her hips and down her thighs. Oh, God, Miranda thought. He was turning her on so much that she took it one step further by hopping onto the table, the action making her skirt ride up to her hips. Chris stepped in between her spread legs and she wrapped them around his frame. She laid back down across the table and he focused his attentions on her neck.
When she started grinding her hips against his, Chris feared that he had bitten off more than he could chew. But, suddenly, she shoved him off her and Chris toppled to the floor. He looked up at his friend in amazement. Miranda smoothed down her skirt and ran a finger through her disheveled hair before getting down on her knees beside him and whispering huskily into his ear, "You're on." Then she poked her tongue into the ear cavity. All coherent thought left Chris's mind at the feeling of her tongue swirling around in his ear. Then she was gone.
Let the games begin.
Part 1
By Lillian
Chris Jericho sat back in the steel chair and regarded his enemy with calculating coolness. His right leg rested on top of the table. Unfortunately, the relaxed confidence raidating from him did nothing to dispel the grim determination of the foe. He signed to her. Miranda Davis, met his eyes over the rim of the cards she held in her hands. Chris saw her bite her lip. Oh, boy. He thought. He really shouldn't be having these feelings for his best friend. Miranda reached over to the pile of cards and picked one up off the top and was evidently pleased with the card she had gotten. She put down a set of three fives. Her huskily low voice said. How he loved that voice. he studied his cards. Then the idea came to him. True, he had had a beer earlier, and that might be what was clouding his judgment.
Miranda was aware of the way he was regarding her. She had had a crush on him for quite a while now. They had started out as friends, but somewhere down the line, it evolved into something more. Something sexual. she challenged him.
"Against what?" She leaned closer, giving him a very nice view of her straining breasts. Miranda was 24 years old and had long brown hair down past her shoulders. A while back, she had gotten her hair permed and now soft waves ran through that rich coffee colored hair. Her eyes were a deep blue that seemed somehow unnatural against her face. Often, he found himself staring at her lips. They were wide and somewhat full. That day, she was wearing a plunging neckline blue cotton shirt that clung in all the right places, and a blue skirt with flower print. She was only 5 foot 5, but she had some very nice legs. "Well..." he took his leg off the table and got up to move around it. She followed his every move with intense eyes. Chris took her hand in his and pulled her up so she was standing in front of him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned down, bringing his face closer and closer to hers. When their lips met, it felt like an electrical shock went through her. He felt it too. The both of them deepened the kiss until it became passsionate and fervented. Chris had her backed up against the table and he trapped her there. His hands started to wander down her back, over her hips and down her thighs. Oh, God, Miranda thought. He was turning her on so much that she took it one step further by hopping onto the table, the action making her skirt ride up to her hips. Chris stepped in between her spread legs and she wrapped them around his frame. She laid back down across the table and he focused his attentions on her neck.
When she started grinding her hips against his, Chris feared that he had bitten off more than he could chew. But, suddenly, she shoved him off her and Chris toppled to the floor. He looked up at his friend in amazement. Miranda smoothed down her skirt and ran a finger through her disheveled hair before getting down on her knees beside him and whispering huskily into his ear, "You're on." Then she poked her tongue into the ear cavity. All coherent thought left Chris's mind at the feeling of her tongue swirling around in his ear. Then she was gone.
Let the games begin.