Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

This month, the song fic was inspired by Naughty Boy’s “No One’s Here to Sleep” featuring Dan Smith from Bastille. Here’s the video if you’d like to listen, and here are the lyrics. And the following is an excerpt from one of my WIPs.

“You really didn’t need to bring tacos,” she said, trying to latch on to anything that might distract him from thoughts of last night and her too breathy response.

He laughed. “After hearing you moan about them in your sleep, I’m pretty sure I did.”

Her face heated. That had obviously been the wrong conversational tack. “Now, you’re just exaggerating.”

“Besides,” he continued as if she hadn’t said anything, “what guy doesn’t want to make a beautiful woman’s dreams come true?”

“If only,” she muttered. She quickly closed her eyes as she realized what she’d said, and brought the pop to her lips, somehow managing to swallow several mouthfuls. He was completely silent. Maybe he hadn’t noticed her slip-up. Forcing her eyes open, she froze, trapped in his heated blue gaze.

He took a step forward—not quite standing between her legs, but close. “What else have you been dreaming about, Juniper?”

She moistened her suddenly dry lips, completely unable to form words. He plucked the bottle from her trembling hand and set it aside.

“Want me to tell you what I’ve been dreaming about?”

She whispered, “No,” however, her head bobbled up and down like a child’s toy. She hadn’t wanted to nod, but her body was apparently done listening to her brain.  

He didn’t move any closer, just held her captive with his gaze. “I’ve been dreaming about you.”

Her hands shook, and her breath caught, but she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t speak.

“Every time I managed to fall asleep last night, I dreamt my hands were tangled in your hair, your lips were parted under mine, and you were straddling me.”

Her eyes closed as she remembered the sensation of rocking against his hard cock. Of how wet and needy she’d been for him. Of how she’d wanted more. Even now, knowing that getting involved with him was the last thing she should do, she still wanted it more than she’d ever wanted anything.

“And now that I’m awake,” he continued, taking a step closer, “all I can think about is how to convince you that there’s more than a biological response between us.”

She gripped her cargo shorts with her suddenly clammy hands to keep from grabbing him.

He reached out and traced the neckline of her shirt with his fingertip, the slightly rough touch raising goosebumps on her skin. “I’ve always felt a pull toward you.” His lips lifted in a depreciating smile, and he continued. “Sometimes, during class, I used to convince myself that you felt it, too. That if I wasn’t your student, you’d…”

She waited as long as she could stand for him to finish his sentence—about three-point-five seconds—before blurting, “I’d what?”

His eyes searched hers, as if he were making some kind of decision. And for a terrifying moment, she thought he was going to move away from her. Instead, he cupped her cheeks in his big warm hands, then leaned down and captured her mouth in a sweetly thorough kiss.

That’s is for me, today. Be sure to check out Siobhan’s story, too.

One thought on “Flash Fic #102 – No One’s Here to Sleep

  1. Siobhan Muir says:

    Oh what a hot and wonderful moment. Great flash, Bronwyn. 🙂

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