|Hetsmut ensues, with a bit of slash thrown in just because.
This is for Lee with thanks to Julad and Derora for the beta.
|Down the Rabbit Hole|
|Have you ever read Alice in Wonderland? Me either, but I
did rent the movie last week after what happened. The
ditties are kinda catchy and Alice is a babe, if you like the
blonde schoolgirl look. It's a lot of drink me, eat me,
hookah smokin' worms, and Cheshire wolfs. Hey, Lewis had his
version, I have mine. So, let's pretend that I'm the
teacher and you're Alice and, like Fraser said, I'll tell you a
story about falling down the rabbit hole.|
I was lying around the apartment last Friday afternoon; I'd cleaned my gun, napped, watched a bit of the tube, and talked to Fraser. Francesca was at the Consulate showing Turnbull how to make some unpronounceable pasta dish and I'd been invited. That loony Mountie had got some special mushrooms that he just had to try. Now, I've had Turnbull's cooking and it's not bad for him being such a flake and all, but I wasn't that hot to spend an evening watching Francesca throw herself at my partner. No thank you kindly, as they say.
So, I'm watching some wrestling, not feeling sorry for myself, and I get a craving for pizza. There's a delivery place across town that has to give you the pizza free if they're longer than 30 minutes. Their number was in Vecchio's card file, and you just can't beat the price. So, I pick up the phone but there's no dial tone. Still nothing after clicking on the button a few times. There's some sort of noise in the background and it dawns on me that Fraser never disconnected his end of the line & I'm still hooked up to the consulate. I yell Fraser's name - like he's gonna hear it - but hey, he is a Mountie. After a few minutes I hear some wet snuffling. Dief noise. He ain't gonna hear me yelling, but what the hell. After a few more wet breaths into the phone he knocks it over and his nails go clicking across the wooden floor, until he's gone.
I'm cursing the deaf wolf and thinking about what I have to eat in my fridge when I hear something again. This time it's definitely human. In between my new shouts I actually hear my name, faint and breathy, in Fraser's voice. Kinda questioningly, like. My heart starts to pound and the adrenaline is kicking into overdrive. What if he's hurt? What if he can't get to the phone because he's injured? I'm already in the car before I realize that I've left the apartment.
It takes me seven minutes to get the consulate. Seven minutes to think about what could have brought the Mountie down and should I call for backup and seven minutes is too long and he's gonna be dead and I'm there. I take the stairs two at a time and burst through the doors at a run, gun drawn. Nothing stirs, not even a mouse. The Dragon Lady is gone for the weekend but Turnbull should be at his desk, doing whatever it is that he does, but he ain't. Maybe he's in the kitchen, but I don't know where the hell that is. There's a faint noise coming from the second floor and I'm so on it that I practically fly up the stairs.
A quick scan of the hallway shows nothing moving but now I can hear low voices coming from what Turnbull calls the 'Queen's' room. The door is cracked and I move in silently, peering through the slit to see... Fraser and Frannie on the bed, feeding each other pasta out of a bowl!? Turnbull makes a turn past the door, brandishing a feather duster.
I'm so pissed that I kick open the door, the bang when it hits
the wall making them all jump like girls. Well, Turnbull
jumped like a girl and shrieked. Fraser and Frannie just
looked at me and smiled. Real dopey like.
Frannie's begging for a kiss so I crawl on the bed and comply since Fraser's teaching me to be a gentleman and all. Her mouth is all hot and sweet and it's hard to let it go, but I got my eye on other things and start working my way down. There's already a black-haired head nursing at one breast so I take the other. You gotta love the design plan there; no need for two, but God must have known a good thing when he made it.
My hand keeps running into Fraser's as it's stroking up and down so we just entwine fingers and work together, like partners should. She's slick and we slide around, dipping into her, flicking and squeezing; making her pant all the harder. Fraser pulls our hands up and suddenly my fingers are in his mouth, being washed. His tongue is agile, wrapping itself around my fingers like a snake. When they're clean, he gives my palm a long, wet lick before letting go. If I thought my dick was hard before, I could hammer nails now.
Frannie's making little mewling noise about being ignored so I
slide on down, settling between her legs for a long stay.
Fraser's watching me with those inquisitive blue eyes, which
makes me wonder if he's ever done this sort of thing
before. Probably not, him being Dudley-Do-Right and all,
but that's okay, I can teach him how. His tongue has a
natural talent after all. I push her thighs further apart
and tell him to come around to the business end of things, where
he settles right in, all hard muscles and hot skin burning
me. A quick brush across my shoulders with a feather duster
tells me that Turnbull is still cleaning.
I wanna stay there forever, nuzzled to the warm body next to me, teasing the one underneath me but my dick has other plans. It's jumping around, drooling like an idiot and I can't wait any longer. I shoulder Fraser out the way cause he's too Canadian to protest and slither up. I slide on in without hesitation, arching my back cause she feels so tight.
She's bucking like a bronco and it's hard to stay saddled so I
roll us over and let her ride. Fraser's kneeling at
our side, stroking himself, but Frannie wants to be helpful and
takes him in her hands. Being so polite, he tries to
return the favor, but she's moving around too much and he decides
that he can make do with a handful of tit. I almost feel
left out until he uses his other hand to grab my nipple.
Man, the things a Mountie can do. Turnbull tickles the
other one briefly with the feather duster, before moving to
straighten the covers beneath us.
Then there's this frustrated little moan - nobody's taking
care of the Mountie. Frannie lost her grip and he's taken
matters into his own hands. His face is starting to turn red and
that huge chest is getting blotchy, he's so close. Just to
be friendly, (since he did do the nipple thing) I reach out and
give his balls a good squeeze and pull, scraping my fingernail
against that skin right behind them. Ben gives this
surprised jerk and a shout; shooting spunk across my belly and
hitting Francesca's hips. By the time he stops we're both
covered in the sticky goo.
Turnbull is wiping my face with a damp cloth, making these
shushing noises, then begging my pardon for waking me up.
There's a spray of something icy on my belly, a familiar smell,
and then the cloth is back, rubbing at the dried flakes on my
chest. I'm not sure, but I think that Turnbull has just
cleaned me off with Windex. It's just too much effort to
get up and kick him in the head.
"Turnbull, what exactly do you mean when you say you
bought the 'shrooms' from a man in an alley?"
Well, here it is, Friday night - and once again I've cleaned my gun, taken a nap, and I'm watching the tube. Only this time, Frannie's in the kitchen whipping up something for dinner (minus the hallucinogenic fungi) and Fraser's just getting out of the shower (he's still big and hard and pale). Turnbull has a late shift but he'll be by later to tidy up (he's bringing the apron). Dief is still smiling at me.
Yeah, Alice may have fallen down the rabbit hole into
Wonderland, but she ain't got nothing over me.