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The sound of typing slowed like popcorn as the last kernels popped. The words that once clamored to leap out of my mind and onto the page now retreated back into the dark corners of my psyche. The torrent of inspiration had first dwindled to a trickle and then dried up altogether. I sighed and cursed the timing. It would’ve been nice if the wave had lasted until I’d finished writing the climactic scene, but I guess that would’ve been too easy.
I stretched and rolled my shoulders to work the kinks out. I’d been writing non-stop for nearly four hours. It was now almost 2:00 a.m., and I had to work in the morning, but I really wanted to finish this story. It was, quite frankly, the best thing I’d ever written. If only I could remember the brilliant plot twist I’d thought of a few minutes ago! I had my muse to thank for that. I looked over my shoulder at the twin bed behind me. My girlfriend Luciana was curled up on the pillow. She was clad in nothing but the faint light that played on her butterfly wings in a slow kaleidoscope swirl that was an excellent complement to her doll-perfect bronze skin. We’d had a particularly intense lovemaking session tonight -- or, I suppose, last night -- and I always seemed to have ideas aplenty after sex with Lucy. I guess the inspiration wore off with the afterglow. I turned back to the computer and tried to brute force the flow of words, but I found myself staring down the barrel of a blinking cursor that refused to be intimidated by my writerly determination.
While I was busy failing to work my will on the blank page I heard a whispery sound behind me before a dainty hand landed gently on my shoulder. “Shame on you, Antonio Warren,” Luciana said, “You know I don’t sleep well without you next to me.” She came around the left side of the chair and settled into my lap. My fairy lover was normally only a foot-and-a-half tall, but in her human form she was chest high on me. Perfect for nestling up under my chin. Her wings were gone, but their light now swirled in her eyes. “Will you be finished soon?” At my growl of frustration she giggled and said, “It would seem not. Writer’s block?”
“Not until ten minutes ago,” I grumbled. “I almost had it! A perfect plot twist that ramped up the climax to maximum tension, and I knew exactly how to resolve it for the perfect ending! But it slipped away before I could get it onto the page!” I sighed and wrapped my arms around my girl. “I suppose I could finish it tonight, but I’m so close! This thing is gonna mess with me all day at work!”
Luciana kissed my throat and gently ran the nails of her left hand down my right flank -- and wow, did that inspire thoughts that had nothing to do with writing. “Well… I can help with that, you know.”
I grinned. “That’d be great, thanks.” I leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped me with a finger on my lips.
“Hold on, luv. If I do this for you, you must do something for me.” At my smirk she amended, “Aside from that. I have a favor to ask of you.”
Suspicion cranked my eyebrows up. “What kind of favor?”
Lucy kissed her way down to the middle of my chest and said, “If I help you finish the story you have to call in sick today and tomorrow.”
“What the… babe, I can’t just take off work! And definitely not for two days! I need a doctor’s note for that!”
“Then it’s fortunate that I know a nurse practitioner who can provide such a note,” said Lucy. She placed her hands on either side of my head and locked her gaze with mine. “Tony, you’ve been working very hard on this story for three weeks. You haven’t been getting enough sleep, and you only eat when I remind you to. And while I didn’t speak to anyone at your job, I suspect you’ve been distracted at work. You need rest. That is the price of my help.”
I shook my head. “Luciana, we’ve got bills to pay. We can’t afford for me to miss two days of work just because.”
“If you wait until you collapse from exhaustion you’ll likely miss more than two days,” Lucy pointed out, “And we will add medical expenses to the bills we have to pay.” She kissed my chest again and swirled her tongue around one nipple.
I groaned and gave her cute little butt a squeeze. “No fair using your tongue to drive the point home,” I said.
“That didn’t stop you when we were deciding what movie to see last weekend,” she said. She snaked a hand down to my crotch and did something magical with her fingertips. “So, do we have a deal?”
My will is pretty strong; I managed to suppress the moan that Lucy’s masterful foreplay tried to pull out of me. “Okay, okay, we have a deal!” Luciana flashed a smile that attested to the taste of canary as she shifted to straddle my lap. I didn’t realize how ready she was until I felt her excitement dripping onto my thighs. “Aw, baby, you really needed this. I’m sorry for neglecting you.”
Lucy kissed me, long and deep, and looped her hands around my neck. “You didn’t. I just need… more of you right now. The closer you get to finishing a story the more… eager… I get.” She raised herself up, lined up her slit with my staff, and lowered herself onto me with deliciously painful slowness. “Now let’s tell each other a story.”
And so we did. It was an excellent tale, told in gasps and sighs and soft moans and punctuated with manicured nails grazing my back or cratering my flesh. We ground against each other, slowly but relentlessly, with our eyes open and gazing at each other the whole time. We spent an hour of rising action regaling each other with clever turns of phrase worded as kisses and caresses, and the story’s eventual climax left us breathless. We spent a few moments enjoying the denouement before Luciana kissed me and climbed out of my lap. She leaned in close enough that I could feel her lips against my earlobe and whispered, “Come back to bed soon,” before padding off to the bathroom. I couldn’t resist sneaking a peek at her luscious bottom before she smiled at me over her shoulder and closed the door.
With the warmth of lovemaking still glowing on my skin I turned back to the computer… and was that a hint of fear I saw in the blinking of that cursor? I grinned my evil mastermind grin, limbered up my hands, and began to type. The floodgates of inspiration were open once again, and this time I would ride the wave to story’s end.