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Teaser: "All I Want for Christmas" by: krazi4twisaga

Title: All I Want for Christmas

Author: krazi4twisaga

Rating: NC-17

Summary: They say, “If you love something, you should let it go, if comes back to you, it's yours… if not, then…” you get my point.  The thing was he did always come back, so why does it still feel as if he isn’t mine?  Now, all I feel I’m left with are memories and the consequences of broken promises…

Teaser:

December 2011

BPOV

“Morning, Nana,” I cheerfully greeted the silver-haired woman with a kiss to her rosy cheek. The first guests of the holiday season had already arrived, and she was standing in the massive industrial-sized kitchen, kneading the dough for her famous homemade buttermilk biscuits and gravy.  

Izzy B’s Oasis Bed and Breakfast Mountainside Resort was a vacation hot spot and weekend getaway to some of the most influential people in the world, and Shelly’s homemade buttermilk biscuits and sausage gravy were a big part of why they kept coming back over the years; well, that and our strict policy on privacy.

For a few months every year, I closed down to the general public, and only allowed the country’s most powerful and influential people and Hollywood A-listers, along with their families and friends, to come in and shed their make-up and everyday facades in order to relax and get away from it all…without having to be accosted and harassed by overenthusiastic fans.

And they absolutely loved it.

Of course, that may have something to do with the paparazzi not being allowed within five hundred miles of this place.

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Teser: "Beyond the Quiet Room" by: givemesomevamp

Title: Beyond the Quiet Room
Author: givemesomevamp
Rating: Mature for language and a bit of violence

Teaser:

Peter’s POV

“I already told you the area is unoccupied.” The boy’s tone was sullen, bored, and inspired a sudden need for violence. But I had my orders: sit and observe. They might pass over us all together. If Emmett hadn’t been so damn impatient, I wouldn’t be flitting around branches like an overgrown tweety bird.

Mocking bird. I could hear Pumpkin correct just on the edge of my consciousness.  I flipped my favorite bird in her general direction, hoping the image accompanied the gesture.

Nope, but it’s the thought that counts after all. Suddenly I could see her sitting in Jasper’s lap, laughing as she whispered in his ear. Then she flipped me the double bird. Jasper’s hand, which had been securely nestled in Pumpkin’s cleavage, joined her for the win a second before he latched onto her neck; the thought and corresponding image was thankfully cut off. Nobody needs to see all of that shit. It’s bad enough to hear it all the time, especially with the Great and Powerful Emo broadcasting his lovey-dovey, horny cocktail to anything living in our little compound as Puddin’ calls it. The first addition was Garrett’s and Kate’s place; the next was my little love nest. And thank fuck for the extra walls. Without them, we’d have driven each other made years ago.

You know you like it.

“Son-” Carlisle began, withholding a longsuffering sigh with his classic iron will. Of course, his patented patient I-know-better-than-you is patronizing as hell, but in this one case, it’s well deserved. “Emmett and Rosalie’s scent is still fresh. They should be within your range.”

“Carlisle, they’ve never blocked me successfully.” Like hell they haven’t. “They could have spread their scent more thoroughly through less dignified ways.” Says the virgin. I’m surprised he can’t hear my eyes rolling, but I’m thankful as well. No one needs a self-righteous centurion digging around in their minds.

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Teaser: "Yes- Futuretake" by: GeekChic12

Title: Yes

Author: GeekChic12

Pairing: Edward and Bella

Rating: The full fic is rated M/NC-17. However, this futuretake is T

Teaser:

Futuretake

“Oh, no,” Edward mumbles as our car rolls to a stop. “No, no, no.”

“What?” I ask, pausing Plants Vs. Zombies on my phone and turning to look at him.

His nostrils flare, and without an answer, he throws his seatbelt off, scrambles out of the car, and marches up the front walkway of the house... or house-in-progress, as it were.

I get out of the car much more slowly and step up beside him, laying a hand on his tense back.

“It’s all wrong.” A muscle jumps in his cheek as that chiseled jaw of his clenches tight.

I wanna bite it.

Rubbing circles on his back, knowing it helps calm him, I rest my cheek on his bicep. “What’s all wrong, babe?”

“The framework,” he says, flinging his hand toward the house. “They’ve only put in room for a single front door. I’ve always, always wanted you to have French doors.”

I hide my smile in the sleeve of his gray sweater. “Well… can it be fixed?”

“I don’t know. I need to call the builders.”

Edward shakes his head and abuses the screen of his phone as he dials the number he needs. I watch him pace in the driveway for a moment, and then I shield my eyes so I can look up at the large structure in front of me.

We come by pretty frequently to check on the house he designed for us all those years ago. It’s gone through some revisions over time, of course, but it’s still essentially the same. Five bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, a game room, a sunken living room, and a kitchen most chefs would kill for.

I’m still a disaster in the kitchen, so I guess Edward will be the one enjoying that.

I never really wanted a house this big, but he’s been adamant about it for years. He wants us to raise a family here and never have to move again.

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Teaser: "Ensnare" by: MinaRivera

Title: Ensnare

Author: MinaRivera

Rating: M

Fandom: Hunger Games

Pairing: Katniss/Cinna

Summary: Thriller/Supernatural. Katniss had been fooling herself into believing her nightmares weren’t more than just a trick of her subconscious. They had clearly been a warning—a warning that she should’ve listened—but now it was too late. “You can’t run, Katniss. You. Are. Mine.”

Dedication: To my dear Ro, for her friendship and introducing me to a new fandom. This plot bunny wouldn’t be possible without you. I hope you like it. xo

Ensnare

Effie chuckled and set the cup down. Her porcelain hands grabbed Katniss’ and squeezed them in comfort, and then she turned them over to look at her palms. After a few more minutes in silence, she let out a long sigh.

“I don’t fully understand what the dreams mean, my dear. I’m rather concerned about them. I wish you could move to holy ground, but being that your father never married your mother through the church…”

Katniss gulped. “You’re scaring me.”

The holy ground was the residence surrounding the abbey, but you needed to be a member of the church and abide by all their laws in order to live there. Since neither her father nor mother ever had any religious beliefs, their marriage was never blessed by any member of the church. Katniss was, for all intents and purposes, a bastard child, someone not worthy to set foot on that consecrated land.

Effie gave her a sad smile and cupped her cheeks. She pulled her face closer, and Katniss leaned over the table. She felt the old woman’s lips move over her forehead before she planted a sweet kiss against her skin.

“Your mother will keep you safe.”

“She’s rarely home. Ever since Dad passed away...” She looked down at her lap and bit her lip. “She’s rarely home,” she repeated in a whisper, feeling the tears pooling in her eyes.

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Teaser: "I Belong To You" by: ncbexie25

Title: I Belong To You

Author: ncbexie25

Summary: Kol struggles with his thoughts upon feeling the pull to his mate. With Klaus's help, he finds the courage to go after her.

Teaser:

Kol breathed out hard, looking up at his brother. “And if the girl I am tied to does not give in, not ever, hmm? Brother, what becomes of me then?” He hated the idea of being weakened. All he’d ever wanted, deep down, was for those he cared for to give a bloody damn about him. He knew that Klaus did, but that was his brother. And only one of them, at that. What if this mate of his, his other half, the one he knew he would care for above all else, did not return his affections and never did? It was his greatest fear realized and magnified. This was why he was holding back.

Klaus smiled softly, a rare action. His hand clasped his brother’s and he looked into his eyes, very serious. “She will, brother. Even if she does resist, there will come a time that she cannot do so any longer. It is the same with Caroline. Each day, I can feel her resistance to the idea of us weaken. It gives me hope, and it gives me the strength to carry on as I have.”

Blowing out a breath, Kol tried one last time. But the words were hollow, his heart, soul, and mind not believing them quite as fervently as he had just minutes earlier. “I do not want to give in to the pull.” His voice was a whisper, stubborn as a mule at that. 

Klaus chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder, turning to guide him toward their house so that his brother could pack and leave—the sooner, the better. If the pull was calling to him when he hadn’t even met her yet, then something was probably wrong. But he would not tell this to Kol, not when he knew that he already had him turning around to the idea. “You may feel that way now, brother,” he told him, “but once you see her, you will wonder why you ever felt that way. Cherish the bond, Kol. It is one fast disappearing for our kind, and we, as originals, and therefore our mates have the pleasure and the burden of feeling it the most.”

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Teaser: "Time’s Up" by: hutchhitched

Title: Time’s Up

Author: hutchhitched

Rating: T

Summary: Is it ever too late for soulmates?

Teaser:

It was a chance meeting that ended up changing everything. I worked for an advertising firm, and a client came in to explain the product to me more fully so I could tweak the campaign I’d created for his company. Little did I know the meeting would generate an entirely new path to my life.

“Mrs. Everdeen?”

I glanced up from my computer screen to find the source of the husky, deep voice, and almost choked. The most beautiful shade of blue eyes I’d ever seen were framed by a mop of blonde curls that fell over a tanned forehead. The man’s jaw flexed before his mouth curved into an adorable smile that displayed incredibly charming dimples. It was as if that precious boy from the detergent commercial I’d watched years ago had grown into this fine specimen. My mouth hung open for several seconds before I could regain control.

“Y-yes?” I stuttered. When his face fell slightly, I realized my mistake and corrected him. “Sorry, not Mrs. It’s Ms. Ms. Everdeen. I’m not married. Not that you need to know that. I’m so sorry. That wasn’t very professional. But still, I’m definitely single.” Flustered, I snapped my mouth closed and tried not to die of mortification as my cheeks flamed.

His face broke into another disarming smile, and he sighed in relief. “That’s good to hear. So am I, although...” He shook his head and laughed. “Not that you need to know that. That wasn’t very professional either. Let’s start over.”

“Deal,” I agreed through a wide smile. “I’m Katniss Everdeen.”

“Hi,” the Adonis look-alike said and extended his hand for me to shake. “I’m Peeta. Peeta Mellark. I’m here from Capitol Bakery. You have some advertising proofs to show me, if I’m not mistaken.”

I’ve always heard about people who meet someone and their world stops, but until that meeting, I really didn’t understand it at all. I’m positive he felt it too because his eyes had widened slightly when he first saw me and his cerulean eyes sparkled as he shook my hand.

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Teaser: "Symphony of Bad Notes" by: b.krumova

Title: Symphony of Bad Notes

Author: b.krumova

Rating: M

Teaser:

I was going to be late. Carlisle hated tardiness and facing his wrath wasn’t something I particularly looked forward to. Any other time, any other day I would have arrived fifteen minutes early, just to avoid any of the glares that were going to be shot my way. Any day, but today, because if I didn’t get a release after the night I’ve had there simply wasn’t a way I was going to grit my teeth and pretend.

The water was falling over my head. One palm was flat on the bathroom tiles and the other was wrapped around my dick. Eyes closed, I pumped hard, tightening my hand around my shaft because I knew, just knew she was going to be really fucking tight.

Isabella fucking Swan. Alice’s goddamned little roommate.



I always kept my focus. I had a goal and I was striving toward it. Women were disposable; I made sure they knew that from the second things would progress. I only fucked women who didn’t want anything to do with me after I pulled out. There were a lot of them: blondes and brunettes, curvy and skinny, tall and short. I never once touched a women I knew would want more, because I knew I could never give more.

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Teaser: "Falling For You" by: magan bagan

Title: Falling For You

Author: magan bagan

Rating: M

Summary: With Thanksgiving right around the corner, Bella has a lot to do before her family arrives. Like find a “husband” so her mom won’t try to set her up. But things don’t always go as planned, especially when family is involved.

Teaser:

“Isabella Marie Swan, are you screening your calls again?” A loud voice sounded through my apartment, waking me up.

I groaned and tried to burrow deeper under my covers.

Who was that?

Where was it coming from?

“I know you’re home, young lady. You’re always home. If you don’t pick up, I’m just going to try again.”

This time, I moaned.

It was my mother, Renée Dwyer. She’d called the landline I kept for work and decided to leave a message on the answering machine.

“Isabella, you are being ridiculous. Fine, I’m just go…”

The machine had shut off, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Peace, at least for the time being.

I attempted to go back to sleep, but the phone rang again. I cried and tried to pull one of the pillows over my head to block out the noise. It didn’t work. When the answering machine clicked on, my mother’s voice filled the apartment again.

“Honey, I didn’t want to do this in a message, but you aren’t really leaving me much choice.” She took a moment and sighed in frustration, her breath blowing out through the speaker. “Jacob is going to be joining us.”

At hearing that name, I scrambled out of the bed as quickly as I could, and ended up caught in the sheets before I managed to wriggle free. When I finally reached the phone, I was panting and wincing from banging into a table.

“Mom?”



“Bella,” she said, a hint of worry lacing her tone. “Well, it’s about time you picked up. I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for the past thirty minutes.”

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Teaser: "If I Should Die Before I Wake" by: Dracoisalooker76

Title: If I Should Die Before I Wake

Author: Dracoisalooker76

Rating: T

Summary: The doctors of Snow Memorial Hospital pull their talents together when they know the victims of a serious car accident.


Teaser:

The kid in Curtain 3 is still sitting there, gauze taped to his forehead, and fiddling with his tie. Johanna looks around for her fellow intern, the one that’s supposed to be focusing on this kid, but he’s nowhere to be seen – probably working on a case that’s more than just babysitting the kid who, if not watched, might disappear trying to find his buddy in surgery.

She throws her gloves in the receptacle and heads his way. At least if she spends five minutes entertaining him, it’ll be five less minutes she has to spend suturing kids whose parents are about ready to murder her for inflicting pain on their child.

“Have you heard anything else about Katniss?”

Although, she has to say, this kid is infuriating. No wonder the intern disappeared.

“I will be so happy when they discharge you. Who knows, I might even do a jig.”

He smirks, his hand on his leg. “Well, they’re waiting for my parents to discharge me, so don’t worry, we’ll still have about two hours of fun together before that happens.”

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Teaser: "Godfather" by: FanficAllergy

Title: Godfather

Author: FanficAllergy

Rating: T

Type of Work: Hunger Games Fanfiction (Side story to Spectator)

Summary: Gale meets his daughter for the first time.

Teaser:

As I’m turning to sit back down, there’s a knock at my door.

I raise my eyebrows. It’s too early for my mother’s laundry clients and there aren’t very many people who’d brave breaking curfew to visit me. Setting my cup down, I open the door, expecting to see a Peacekeeper on the other side of the door.

It’s not.

Peeta Mellark, one of the two Victors of the 74th Hunger Games, and Katniss’s new husband, stands there, shifting his weight from foot to foot. In his hands is a large woven basket packed with a thin white cloth draped over the top.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, the words slipping from my mouth.

“Can I come in?” he asks, glancing around nervously.

I nod my head, stepping back to one side. Whatever drove him all the way out to the Seam, breaking curfew, has to be important.

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Teaser: "Comfort" by: SassyEverlarking

Title: Comfort

Author: SassyEverlarking

Rating: G

Type of Story: Fanfiction

Teaser:

​​He stops in the doorway, resting his shoulder against the frame so he can take her all in. She’s standing at the stove, her back to him, busy working on something to eat. And she’s singing quietly to herself. The song isn’t sad in nature, but there’s been such a haunting quality to her voice since the war. It causes a little part of Peeta to ache in sadness. Age and experience had weighed down on Katniss since she’d returned to Twelve. 

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Teaser: "Six Weeks" by: Titania522

Title: Six Weeks

Author: Titania522

Rating: Mature

Summary: Summary: College-graduate Katniss Everdeen thinks she has her whole life figured out. Back in her home town, she has a job, a family and a fiance waiting for her. However a chance encounter with a local baker calls into question everything she has ever known. How can six weeks turn her life upside down? 

Teaser:

He continued to gaze out at the water, imagining the feel of the salty sea lapping over him as he skirted over the waves, when he caught sight of a swimmer cutting through the water with powerful strokes.  He was mesmerized by the precise, powerful movement, as if the she were slicing through a mirror-smooth pool and not the gentle, but relentlessly resistant waves of the Gulf.  

The swimmer stopped and straightened in the water.  She pushed strands of dark brown hair that had fallen loose from her braid, pinning them behind her ear.  She turned from where she was swimming parallel to the shoreline and waded out of the water in the direction where he stood captivated by her every shift and movement. As she emerged, Peeta forgot for a moment how to breathe.  Later, when he told the story of this first glance at who, to him, was probably the most striking girl he’d ever seen, he would completely and unashamedly confess that it was as if he had seen a mermaid take human form and emerge from seas that had only moments before seemed anything but magical.  

The water, which appeared loathe to release her from its hold, receded as she made her way on land, leaving long fingers of dripping water cascading from her strong, defined thighs. She wore a two piece, deep green bikini that contrasted with her dark, olive-colored skin.  Even from where he stood, he could tell she had strong features, large, light colored eyes that stood out against the dusky smooth color of her skin.  

Before Peeta could form a rational thought, he felt his legs propel him forward. It wasn’t until he was nearly to the front door of the stand that he paused to consider the action his body had taken without consulting with his rational mind. What on earth was he going to say to a girl like that?  She probably had a dozen guys a day trying to talk to her and would shut him down the minute he opened his mouth to speak.  The outside world invaded his consciousness - the cry of an infant further down the strip, Haymitch, Finnick and Philip’s voice bantering behind him, the dull crunching of tires along the pavement as cars made their way slowly down Beachfront Avenue.  

As he resolved his decision in his mind and made a loose plan for speaking to her, he heard Philip call out to him, “Peeta, we gotta go! If we don’t get back by nine, mom’s gonna have our tails.”

“Yeah, Phil, just give me a sec,” he answered as he stepped out onto the sand.  

“Dude, I’m serious!  She just called!  Our shift is over in three hours. You can come back later!”

“Oh, yeah, you guys gotta stop by tonight,”Finnick interjected.  “We’re having a bon fire and the whole gang’s coming out.”

Peeta paused. He felt the tug of his mother’s relentless will,  She was not above taking a broom or a rolling pin to either of her boys, even now that they were grown men. With a heavy sigh, he took in a last glimpse of that rare girl, toweling herself off, and turned away from her. It was for the best, anyway, he persuaded himself. A girl like that wasn’t going to give him the time of day, not with him dressed in his baker’s uniform, stinking of sweat and burnt bread. He shook his head at his idiocy.  He had zero chances with a girl like that.

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Teaser: "Welcome To New York" by: RobstenLover93

Title: Welcome To New York

Author: RobstenLover93

Summary: They were both from a small town in Washington, when they were accepted to one of the best music schools in New York, Julliard. But a trip from a small town, to big city, might not be the easiest thing for the two.

Teaser:

I started to sing when I was seven, due to something so tragic. When I was seven, my dad was shot in the chest during work, while I was in school. I had always been shy since then, and it didn’t help that my dad was my rock. He had been rushed to the hospital, and my mother picked me up early from school, worried and terrified at the same time, about herself, me, and my unborn brother. 

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Teaser: "Turning Wheels" by: trippy41

Title: Turning Wheels

Author: Trippy41

Rating: MA

Disclaimer: Mature Themes/Sexuality

Summary: The Victory Tour is a difficult time for Peeta Mellark, dealing with the loss of his innocence, his leg and his heart. But when he begins to dream that his unrequited feelings might be returned, the baser instincts of a sixteen year old boy take over.

Teaser:

How should I know? The enormous wheels of will, drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void arms and you a phantom still, and day - your far light swaying down the street.  As never fool for love, I starved for you; my throat was dry and my eyes hot to see.  Your mouth so lying was most heaven in view, and your remembered smell most agony. I felt your hot wrist shiver and suddenly the mad victory I planned flashed real, in your burning bending head...my conqueror’s blood was cool as a deep river in shadow; and my heart beneath your hand quieter than a dead man on a bed. 

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               Peeta sways with the train and he puts a hand out to touch a wall to steady himself. He’d given up his cane only a week before Katniss and he had left on their Victory Tour. He should probably try to sleep. Peeta knows he should sleep, as they will be expected to perform tomorrow morning in District 11. But every time he’d try to sleep back home, Peeta almost always fell out of bed trying to step on a leg he no longer had, or he’d lie awake all night with excruciating phantom pain from his knee downwards to nothingness.

               Not to mention the nightmares. Most of his lonely nights in District 12 were spent in his Victor’s house trying to paint them out of his mind. The Games. His paintings are on the train; his ‘talent’ to be put on display during one stop or another. At the moment, he couldn’t recall Effie’s important calendar of events that she’d been trying to impress on he and Katniss at dinner. All he knew was what time he was supposed to be ready to accompany Katniss on stage to give a speech and play the part that was expected of him. 

               Katniss. The thought of her gives him another excuse to steady himself against the wall again. An agonizing six months barely speaking. Oh, Peeta knew she struggled after the Games as he did, but she had her family living in Victor’s Village with her. And Gale, of course. She had Gale. Peeta had always waited until she left for the day to deliver the bread and cheese buns to the Everdeen household. 

               It was easier that way. For him, for his pride, and for his heart, all three that Katniss had managed to damage. Yet, his body is still buzzing from that long kiss in the snow earlier that day. At dinner, Katniss was quiet, but that was nothing new, and he wasn’t hungry either. Hell, even now he can still taste her. Under fur, and lipstick, there was still her. Her tongue had even briefly touched his. Fuck. His hands trail the wall of the passage towards his quarters. Peeta wasn’t sure of the time, but even remembering that false kiss, calls for a cold shower before his prep team shows up.

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Teaser: "Lay Me By Your Side" by: Passionately_Curious

Title: Lay Me By Your Side

Author: Passionately_Curious

Rating: Mature

Summary: All her life, Katniss Everdeen wasn't interested in dating or boyfriends or holding hands or whatever else girls were supposed to want. It never bothered her that she didn't like those things, why should it bother anyone else? After some unconventional advice, she found herself doing the unthinkable - hiring Peeta Mellark, male escort. 

Teaser:

“I mean…what…do…do we just start?”

“Well, that’s up to you. It’s really whatever you want,” he answered in a calming voice. “If this were a normal night, a date even, what would you do after dinner and drinks?"

Katniss, who had never even had fling or one night stand, was less calm. "But it's not a date," she corrected him.

He nodded. "Right. But if it was?" When Katniss shrugged, Peeta took a different approach. He set his glass down and instructed for her to do the same, leading her into the bedroom and gently pulling her onto the bed next to him. "We'll start here, with a kiss, and see where it goes from there. If it helps, you can pretend we're madly in love."

She licked her lips, which had instantly dried the moment she sat next to him. Right. A kiss. She could do that. They shared an innocent peck on the lips when she arrived, so this wasn’t a big step. Pretend that he's not…what he is, pretend that he's a boyfriend or something. A boyfriend that was hungrily tracing his eyes up and down her body.

She opened her mouth to say something, anything to relieve the tension between them, but before she could, Peeta leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was gentle at first, stroking her lower lip with his tongue. She willingly opened her lips, allowing his tongue to slip in. She could taste the bitter of his beer, the cream from the soup, the sweet vinaigrette from his salad, each more intoxicating than the last.

His arms were around her, one hand winding through the loose hair near her scalp, the other rubbing up and down her back. Her own arms were around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She could hear the small hiccups of his breathing when they would pull apart before he closed the gap to kiss her again. She was moving in slow motion, falling backwards onto the bed and pulling him on top of her.

He pulled his mouth from hers and began trailing kisses down her jaw and throat, his hands holding hers above her head, effectively pinning her down. She arched her back, exposing more of her long neck, moaning when he sucked on the soft spot under her ear.

“What’s wrong?” She asked when he pulled away. He was holding himself up with one of his hands, the other absently playing with her hair.

He smiled. “You’re so pretty.”

Her laughter came out as a loud bark. “What? You…don’t have to say that kind of stuff, you know.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re already getting into my pants, so you don’t have to try so hard with those kinds of lines.” Katniss ducked her head to avoid his stare. She didn’t necessarily mean to be rude about it, but it seemed like a waste of his time and hers to continue this charade of her being anything more than a business transaction to him. She wasn’t paying him to compliment her, she didn’t need that from him right now. “I just think-”

“You think too much,” he finished for her. “And you’re thinking way too negatively about this whole experience. From our short amount of time together, I’m well aware I don’t need to use lines with you, which is why I told you I wouldn’t use any other than that first one.” He cupped her face with his hand. “I think you are beautiful, Katniss.” He leaned over to kiss her, not deterred by her delayed response.

Because while it may have been delayed, when she finally did respond, it was with fervor. He moved her so she was sitting on his lap and quickly worked the zipper on her dress, revealing her bare back. Bras had never been something Katniss concerned herself with because she never felt she had enough to warrant support. Tonight it just made it that much easier for him to push the straps off her shoulders and down to her hips, leaving her chest completely exposed to him.

“Don’t,” he ordered in a low voice when she attempted to cover herself. “Don’t even think about it.”

He ran his fingers over her skin, leaving a trail of goose pimples in their wake. When he reached the small mounds of her breasts, he let out the small puff of breath he had been holding. His lips replaced his fingers on her nipples. Katniss ran her hands through her hair as his teeth brushed against her skin. She had never been a big fan of nipple play in the past – it never did much for her – but something about the combination of his teeth and tongue made her change her mind. With her dress bunched around her waist, she bucked her hips against him, needing to feel his growing erection against her.

Katniss let out a yelp when he flipped her onto her back. “Let’s get this off, yeah?” He murmured against her skin, tugging at her dress. She raised her hips to allow him to take it off, secretly hoping he would appreciate the lacy black underwear she bought specifically for this night. It felt dumb, her trying to impress the man who would have sex with her just for money, but the thought of showing up in her normal comfy panties seemed like a mistake.

“Well look at you.”

She glanced up to see him practically devouring her almost naked body with his eyes. His pupils were thick with the arousal she had just felt rubbing against her. “Good?”

“So,” he kissed her neck, “so,” he kissed one breast, “so,” he kissed the other, “fucking,” he kissed her belly button, making her squirm slightly, “good,” he kissed the patch of skin right above the top of her panties. “It sucks to have to take them off.” She didn’t even have to raise her hips for him to pull them completely off of her. He ran his hands up and down her legs, massaging the flesh whenever she tried to close herself off. She closed her eyes and let her head rest against the soft mattress.

When she felt his warm breath against her center, she gasped.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…you…you don’t have to do…that,” she stammered, shifting her hips to back away from him, unable to because of the way he was holding onto her body.

A mischievous glint passed through his eyes. “One of my skills.” It was the last thing he said as his tongue pressed against her core. He alternated between licks and sucks and breaths, anything to change up the sensation, constantly keeping her body adjusted. Her fingers tangled in his hair which only seemed to urge him on. Flicks. Licks. Nips. Her orgasm built until the wave pushed through her entire body and she felt herself shatter against his tongue. He held onto her body, riding her orgasm out with her, his mouth only slowing when she started to twitch against him.

“Holy…I mean…” she panted as he kissed his way back up to her. “You weren’t kidding.”

He grinned. “It helps to have such a responsive partner.”

“Who wouldn’t respond to that?” She let out a breathy laugh. “That alone is worth your fee.”

“If that’s what you want. This is all about making you feel good,” he answered, his voice carefully controlled. His fingers continued to dance along her skin, drumming out their own beat against her hipbone.

She glanced down at them, then up into his face. “No. I want more.”

“I’m really glad to hear that,” he answered with a devilish grin.

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Teaser: "Hotel 180" by: jlho

Title: Hotel 180

Author: jlho

Fandom: Twilight

Rating: M

Teaser:

  I flipped my head upside down and turned on my hairdryer. It sounded like I started a jet engine and the setting on it was too high. I tried to turn it to something 

less than flambé, while I moved it around my frizzing, brunette waves. Just as I was getting lightheaded and remembered I was not a bat, I smelled the distinct smell 

of burning hair and felt pain. The dryer had started a cumbersome love affair with a couple of stands of my hair and refused to let them go. 

    "Son of an owl!" 

Begrudgingly, I pulled the traitorous dryer away, and turned it off. ”Blasted thing." 

In order to teach it a lesson, I threw the dryer back in its spot on the counter. It was almost older than I was, but I kept it. 

    Waste not want not. 

    Firmly, I grasped a nearby clip and twisted my hair into it. It hardly kept it contained, but it was passable. My elf ears could feel the invading cold and seemed to 

grow more pointy. My face puckered at my reflection, but I looked alright enough. It didn't matter if my subconscious disagreed with me because I was still running 

late. 

    I should have that emblazoned on a jersey or engraved at one of those personalizing coffee mug places. 

    I'm Bella and I'm running late.

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