Hey, so I know it's been a while since I've updated anything, but trust me I've been working on updates for Desperate, Drink 'Em Up and others. They're all on different stages of completion, so hang tight.
I recently wrote a paper on World War II and the home front experiences of American women at the time. I guess after two weeks of reading and rewriting my paper I can't shake off the idea of life in the 1940s. Anyway, this idea popped into my head and I'm not sure if it will merit a continuation, but I thought I at least had to get it out there. Basically, I got the idea from the fact that a Stephanie in the 1940s and 50s would have been one of those women who would not have conformed with the set gender roles…
Disclaimer: The Plum Universe belongs to JE.
"Excuse me," I heard a smooth male voice ask just a few feet away. "Do any of you fine ladies know where I can find Miss Stephanie Plum?" My head automatically snapped up at the mention of my name.
"Over there." I heard a woman answer, her voice giving away the fact that she was salivating over the man.
"Stephanie!" Someone nudged me forward and I bumped into a solid wall of muscle. Looking up, I came face to face with a handsome Latino in full on military uniform. Staring at the beautiful man with caramel colored skin, well, hell… no wonder every woman present was drooling over the guy.
"Are you Stephanie Plum?" He asked, making his breath ghost against my lips as he spoke.
I started to nod, but was interrupted when his lips met mine. He kissed me like his life depended on it and without protest I found myself responding. I lost myself in the kiss and in him for several moments, but sadly we had to break the kiss when the need for air became a must.
"I, uh,…" I stammered, feeling an immediate blush after. "What was that for?" I had to clear my throat several times, which was probably very unladylike, before I could utter the question.
"For decoding my broken message for help." He flashed me a half smile, one that made me weak in the knees and had me thinking that perhaps marriage wasn't such a bad idea….
I was startled awake and after having such a vivid dream it took me a moment to recognize my surroundings. For a moment there I didn't even remember who I was.
"Post World War II…" One look at the TV droning on made me realize that my dream was perfectly explicable. Deciding that I should stop falling asleep on the couch while watching TV, I turned everything off and shuffled towards my bedroom.
S&R
The next morning I woke up and followed my usual morning routine before heading to the Bonds Office to have a cup of coffee with my gals.
"You look like you didn't sleep much." My friend Lula mentioned as she selected a jelly donut from the box I brought in.
"Yeah, what's with that?" Connie followed Lula's lead with the donuts, but she also had a cup of coffee read for me.
"Bless you." I told her as I took a glorious sip of coffee. I've known Connie for a while now, ever since I started working for my cousin Vinnie as a Bond Enforcement Agent, and let me just say that the woman has a gift when it comes to making coffee.
"So?" Lula prodded.
I blew out a sigh as I selected a donut for myself. "I had this really weird dream last night." I confessed just before I took a big bite of my maple glaze.
"Kinky weird or freaky weird?"
"Oooh, do tell." Connie stared at me expectantly when I thought about the answer too much.
"It's probably nothing, but in the dream a World War II soldier showed up at a classroom and kissed the daylights out of me." A warm flutter spread through my lower belly just remembering that dream kiss. "I fell asleep watching the History channel, so…" I shrugged, hoping the very rational explanation would ground me back to reality.
"Was he hot?" Lula wanted to know.
I cocked my head to the side as if to consider the possibility, even though I knew that Dream Soldier was hot as hell.
"He was!" Connie chuckled. "Was this soldier someone we know?" She asked in a sing song voice.
"No!" I cleared my throat. "No, I don't know who this dream soldier was." He was a figment of my imagination, I told myself.
"It's probably a side effect from lack of sex." Lula supplied, saying that when she's gone too long without some lovin' she usually starts concocting images of hot men.
Connie and I stared at her in shock for a few beats.
"Shit, I wish that happened to me." Connie commented, finally biting her donut.
"It wasn't real. That soldier doesn't exist." I said firmly, because the last thing I need is to be longing for a man who doesn't exist.
"Sure." Connie muttered, hiding her grin behind her coffee mug.
"Uh huh." Lula nodded at me, but it was obvious neither of them believed me.
"So, you go anything new for me?" I asked Connie, desperate to change the subject to anything other than my apparently unsexed status.
"No, sorry."
I chewed the last bit of my donut and washed it down with some coffee, deciding that I might as well go back home and deal with important matters, like doing laundry. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, ladies." I gave them a finger wave and stood.
I must have been distracted on my drive back to my apartment, because in a flash I was snapped out of my internal musings by the sound of screeching tries. The car in front of me slammed on the brakes all at once, leaving me to scramble to do the same so I wouldn't rear end it.
I managed to screech to a halt too without any bumper to bumper action and took a slow breath to calm myself. That was way too close.
And just as I thought the worst part was over, I glanced at my rearview mirror and spotted a truck speeding straight towards me. It was coming in too hot and there was no way it would be able to stop without crashing into me. I panicked, realizing there was nowhere for me to go…
Just when I thought it was over, the driver maneuvered heavily and jumped the curb. I watched amazed as the quick thinking avoided what would have surely been a catastrophic pile up on Hamilton Ave.
The driver powered down his window and I did the same, since we were now basically parked parallel to each other.
"Sorry!" The driver, a good looking latino, yelled, saying that it was my fault for stopping so abruptly.
Seriously?! I shot him my best glare and pointed ahead of me for emphasis.
"Oh…" The driver grimaced, probably feeling very stupid. And just when I decided to ignore the asshole who obviously doesn't deserve a driver's license from the State of New Jersey, the passenger riding shotgun spoke up.
"It was obviously his error, miss." I felt the tiny hairs on my arms stand on end. That voice! It sounded so familiar. No, there's no way! Right before I thought I was going crazy the driver sat back and I got a perfect glimpse of the owner of such a smooth voice. Handsome, latino, caramel colored skin…
"I uh…" I knew I was stuttering, but I didn't care. It was impossible. There's no way this could be real. It had to be another dream, right? Dream Soldier couldn't possibly be real…
Thoughts, comments? Continue developing this idea or nah?