Wasted Time: My Ending of Serenity

I jumped on the Firefly/Serenity bandwagon late, but I am hopelessly addicted to it. I found myself wishing, like some fans I’ve talked to, that Serenity should have ended a wee bit differently. So, I wrote this little piece of fan fiction to give Malcom and Inara the ending I would have liked to see. This story takes place right after Serenity ends. Enjoy. 😉

********Warning: NSFW…I think you know why. *******

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They’d been in the air for less than a week when she cornered him in the kitchen. Mal had put River at the helm of Serenity with Zoe by her side. He needed sleep. It’d been too long since he’d seen his bunk, let alone slept in it.

“We need to talk,” she said, her voice slipping over him like a silken caress.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the cabinet. What now? Mal turned to Inara and met her dark gaze. Here it comes. “Look, can it wait? I need to sleep, I’ve been awake for the past sixteen hours and the only sleep I got before that was in my chair on deck.”

Her lips twisted in a sympathetic smile, and her gaze flickered down to the floor. Oh, she knew how to play it demure and delicate like she was cradling a fractured egg. He crossed his arms when she spoke. “I need to furnish my shuttle. Can we stop for some supplies?”

Mal sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re two weeks from anywhere that even remotely resembles civilization. Our destination is three weeks out. Can it wait until we reach port there?”

Inara bit her lip letting it slide between her teeth as she slowly released it and nodded. Any exhaustion he had turned to instant arousal. It was always like this with her. When she stood this close, when she spoke to him, the innocent touch of her hand on his arm or the simpering smile she used when she wanted something. Life was easier without her that was for damn sure. But he craved her, more so now than ever.

With a resigned sigh she turned away and walked out of the room. Mal rhythmically banged his forehead against the cabinet. Why did she do that? Every gorram time. He made her feel inadequate and frustrated and…well she made him feel like a chastised child. He grumbled in Chinese as he stalked out of the kitchen to find her.

Her door was open; she mustn’t have returned to her room. He climbed the ladder to the shuttle and knocked on the doorframe. “Inara.” Stepping through the doorway, he saw she had constructed a bed and decorations using items from the ship. It wasn’t her typical style, but he could see the elements of her personality in each piece she had chosen. His fingertips slid over the red silk draped around the doorway.

She glanced up from where she stood by a small table. “You still haven’t learned to knock, even after all these years.” Inara sighed.

Mal glanced at the door then back at her. “Actually, I did knock.”

“But I never invited you in.” She arched her brow as she took a step toward him. “What makes you think you’re welcome here?”

He crossed his arms. “Last time I checked this still was my ship and I was the captain. So technically that gives me the freedom to go where I please, when I please.”

“It’s my shuttle.” Her eyes blazed in defiance.

“Really? When did we sign a new lease?” He smirked at the emotions flickering across her face. It was too easy to get her flustered. Her cheeks pinkened. “Cause to my knowledge, we never came to any new arrangements for lease of this shuttle.”

“What do you want? Same as last time?” She swallowed and tilted her chin up obviously too proud to admit he was right.

“Are you going to go back to business as usual if I let you have it?” The heat of her body flickered against him as he closed the gap between them.

She tipped her chin up to face him and tilted her head. Her red lips glinting in the dim light. His body stiffened as her tongue darted out to moisten those lips. He swore in English and in Chinese.

Her brow arched higher. “Don’t pretend like you care, Mal. You’ve had your chance; that ship has sailed. If you don’t want me here, then drop me at the nearest port and put me in your wake.”

Mal clenched his fists itching to grab ahold of her and shake her senseless. She faced him, eye to eye, unflinching as he stared deep into her eyes.

“No, I won’t lease it to you.” His voice low and dangerous. “Because I have other plans for this shuttle.”

Inara scoffed. “No, you don’t. You never make plans. Why start now.” Her hand came to rest against his chest as she straightened his collar. “You have no idea what you want.”

He grit his teeth. “The hell I don’t.” He snatched her wrist and pulled her against him.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t fight his hold. “What are you doing?”

“What I should have done a long time ago,” he swore before kissing her. Sweet merciful God, he could taste the ginger and nutmeg from the tea she had earlier. Her mouth soft and pliant as her hands wrapped around his neck. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmured against her lips.


Inara slid her fingertips through his hair. His skin hot under her hands, his body burning against her. How…no, why had she waited so long? Being in his arms and drowning in his kiss made her body ignite with sensation. She’d not told him, withheld her infatuation, her lust for him for so long the dam threatened to burst from his kiss alone.

He pushed her back until she hit the wall, the chill of the metal cooling her overheated skin. His hands slid over her shoulders and down her sides. He pinned her hips to the wall with his own. She loved the feel of him pressed against her.

“Clothes…off…” She rasped out the words between impatient kisses. Her fingers diligently unfastened the buttons on his shirt, tugging it from his pants. She slid the fabric over his shoulders, her fingertips trailing over his skin. Inara bit her lip as she met his gaze.

His blue eyes narrowed, intense and dark. She’d seen that look before, many times, when he was focused on something and refused to back down. Now that gaze was fixed on her, and she shivered with anticipation. Once Malcom Reynolds had something in his sights, nothing short of a Riever attack would stop him.

Tā mā de.” The word spilled from his lips soft as a prayer. Fuck. Inara grinned. He wanted this as badly as she did. He fumbled with the fastenings along her spine.

“Oh, I intend to do just that,” she said reaching to help him unfasten her gown. She brushed a gentle kiss against his mouth. “Then I’ll take my time.”

Mal pushed the button next to her head and the shuttle door slid closed. “Good.” He kissed her hard this time, demanding and passionate. As he slid her gown off her shoulders and bared her to his gaze, his eyes darkened to midnight blue.

She let it drop to a puddle around her feet. Her heart fluttered in her chest when he leaned into her skin to skin. “Do you want me?” she whispered wrapping her arms around his neck.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he stared at her for the space of a heartbeat. “I must be out of my gorram mind, but so help me, I do.” Mal climbed onto the bed and covered her body with his own.

“You’re forgetting something,” she said with a giggle. Her hand traced the top of his pants. She unfastened them and helped slip them off. “That’s better.”

Mal offered a half-smile. “It’s not like you’ve never seen me naked.” Her fingers threaded into his hair, and she pulled him closer to whisper against his lips. “Those images haunted me.”

He frowned. “You didn’t…”

“Shut up and kiss me.” Inara reveled in the sensation. His body against hers drove her to the point of madness. She sighed as his hand slid down over her hip.

When his fingertips slid across her folds, she whimpered. Mal trailed kisses along her jaw and neck as he touched her. She arched against his hand and pulled herself closer to him. Then he delved inside of her, his thumb grazing her tender clit. He chuckled when her hips rocked against him.

“Are you trying to torture me?” Inara licked her lips watching the smirk playing on his.

“Maybe a little.” He added a second finger while massaging her clit in slow circles. “Payback for all those times you tortured me.” He kissed her neck, his teeth raking against her skin.

“No more than you did to me.” She gasped when his hand vanished, and he settled between her legs. He slid his cock against her and kissed her again, drawing her lower lip between his teeth. “A lot of wasted time.” He slid in filling her, and she raked her nails across his back. “Liánmǐn.” He held himself still and leaned his head against hers. Mercy.

She rocked her hips, and he swore in Chinese. Her fingertips traced along his shoulders. He tensed above her. “You can move. Might make this more exciting.”

He met her gaze, his eyes ablaze with desire. When he captured her lips again, he thrust into her, over and over. Caught up in the maelstrom, she met his movements with her own. It became an ebb and flow, a pairing of bodies, a mating of minds. She’d wanted this from the very first time they’d met. Inara inhaled his scent, lost in the memories assailing her. Who am I kidding? This isn’t fucking. This isn’t a job. This is Mal. The realization broke any hesitation that remained. Inara had always loved him.

She caressed his face as they made love. His attention riveted on her. Placing her hand on his hip, she slowed his pace. Gently she pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips.

Mal arched his brow in question but said nothing. When she moved, his hands settled on her hips guiding her. His head tipped back, and he drew his lip between his teeth. Seeing him in the throes of passion, caught up in pleasure she brought, made her heart soar. I love you, Mal. I always have.


He opened his eyes. Her ebony hair drifted over her shoulders the ends grazing her nipples. How long had he wanted her like this? The softness of her skin, the way she surrounded him, her scent, everything…it was almost too much. She undulated against him taking him deeper and making him want more. They’d wasted too much time, and now he was going to make sure every moment counted. Starting with tonight.

She tossed her head back and let her curls dance against her skin as she rode him. He met her pace with his grip steady on her hips and swore again. Being inside her was the closest he’d come to heaven since he’d taken to the sky with Serenity.

When her eyes met his, he saw the shine, the sparkle of humor dancing in their depths. The trace of sadness that always lingered there had been swept away. She leaned down, her hair trailing across his chest. Her eyes met his as she took his lips captive.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust into her, hearing every whimper that escaped her lips and devouring them. She leaned back, her hand fisted in her hair as they met each other’s frenzied movements, searching for the release they both craved. He saw the pleasure building as her controlled persona broke, and she arched against him. Brushing his thumb in circles over her clit, he watched her shatter.

As her climax took control of her, he couldn’t resist the urgent pull of her body begging him to come too. His body shook as his release consume him. When she collapsed against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and burried his face in her hair.

“Why the hell didn’t we do that sooner?” he asked absently stroking her back.

“I don’t know.” Her mumbled response stirred the hair on his chest. They lay in silence, and he found himself drifting in half-consciousness. Inara shifted and pressed a kiss to his lips. He smiled unsure if he was dreaming. Completely sated, he gathered her in his arms and let sleep creep up on him. Just before it wrapped him in its dark embrace, her voice echoed in his subconscious.

“I love you, Malcom Reynolds. Heaven help me, but I do.”

The End…or is it? *wink*

I hope you enjoyed my venture into fan fiction. I had to write it…I must have been out of my gorram mind.

Thanks for reading.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

A snippet from my short story releasing next week. A Cat Without a Grin is an Alice in Wonderland inspired short story sprinkled heavily with my own brand of sexy and sinful.

Here’s a peek:

******WARNING: NSFW and guaranteed to make you want to read more. **************


“You disappeared without a fucking word, Alice.” He reached
for her and she yelled as he wrapped a solid arm around her waist,
pinning her to the bed beneath him. She kicked her legs and beat
her fists against his chest. “I think you need your ass tanned for
doing that to me.”
“Let me go!” Alice pushed at him until he captured her wrists
in his and held her still. She blew a stray strand of hair from her
face and glared at him. “You didn’t give two shits about me. Fucking
ignored me for months. I couldn’t take the rejection anymore,
Chez. I had to go.”
“I had to ignore you, avoid you,” he said as his cock hardened
with every move she made against him. “I wanted you so fucking
bad, but it wasn’t right. You were still a child.”
“I was seventeen.”
“Yeah, and I was twenty-four. I wasn’t going to be a pedophile.
I had respect for you, damn it! I was waiting until you went
to college, until you knew what you wanted.” He ground his hips
against her thigh, showing her exactly how much he still wanted
Her eyes widened. “Chez…I…”
He cut her off, too angry and hot for her to give a shit if he
sounded stupid. “All you had to do was wait, Alice. Was that so
fucking hard for you to do? Wait for me.”
“I did,” she whispered, the words so soft he nearly missed
“You ran off. How is that waiting?” Chez felt his blood pumping
hot beneath his veins. It took all his effort not to kiss her senseless.
He glanced down at her bare skin, her breasts begging for
attention as they trembled with every breath she took.
She met his gaze, her blue eyes flashing with fire. “I’m still
a fucking virgin, Chez. I saved myself for you…not that it mattered.”
His cock stiffened to the point of causing him physical pain.
“Fuck.” Every ounce of restraint he had snapped with those
words. He kissed her, punishing and hard, a kiss to set them both

Hope you enjoyed the teaser….<3 Jen

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Tease Me Thursday

This week is another snippet from Crispin’s story. Enjoy.

******NSFW: Graphic descriptions and general bad-assery********


“These dogs have been a menace to the people for far too long, and the King’s men have done nothing to halt their attacks.  They must be dealt with.”

“You believe you are up to the task then?” Cris asked, watching her closely. “Tell me, lovely Ruby, how many men have you killed?”

For a moment, she stared at him, distracted by his compliment, then his question struck her. “Too many,” she said as she fingered the bow at her side.

“Not with an arrow, at a distance,” he said, leaning closer, his gaze rived to hers, his blue eyes piercing her own.  Her heart fluttered and pounded. “I mean looked them in the eye as you plunged the blade in their chest, then watched the life slowly drain from them.”

Ruby opened her mouth to answer but snapped it closed.  The truth was, she hadn’t, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him.  She wasn’t proud of the fact that she’d killed anyone at all, but something in his expression made her want to earn his approval.  But that was ridiculous.  Why should she care what a pompous noble’s son thought of her?  She pressed her lips together.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, the corners of his mouth twisting up. “You haven’t.”

“Does it matter?” she snapped.

“It does.  What if one of your rescues went awry and one of the bandits has you pinned, ready to rape you or worse?  Your bow can’t save you.  Will you let him take you any way he wishes and then steal your last breaths with agony and pain?”

She stared at him, her jaw clenched tight.  “I shall defend myself as necessary.”

“Even if that means slitting his throat?”


His eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.  I could take a blade to your throat right now and you’d let me live.”

Ruby slapped him, the crack of her palm against his cheek louder than she thought it would be.  His smile widened, his eyes laughing as they focused on her again.  She raised her hands to strike him again, and his hand encircled her wrist.

Within a breath, he was straddling her legs, his hands around both wrists, effectively pinning her against the tree.  She glared at him as he sat on her lap.  Ruby jerked her body, trying to free herself.  His hold tightened.

“Get off of me,” she ground out from between her teeth.

“I told you,” he said, leaning closer so his breath whispered across her cheek. “You couldn’t take me.”

“Let me at my dagger and I shall prove it.” Ruby met his gaze.  Her mind raged at her, screaming at the imminent danger.  It was her body that betrayed her as her back arched toward him, her breasts brushing against his doublet.

“Not today,” he said as his lips claimed hers.  The kiss went straight to her head, pleasure surged through her mingled with anger.  Indecision swirled through her like a whirlpool. The more she fought him, the harder he leaned against her, sliding his body along hers.  Delicious friction played between them.  Sparks of desire ignited inside of her.  Even though she didn’t want him, she wanted what he offered.  A hunger she didn’t even know she had awakened.


Until next week, my wicked darlings.

❤ Jen


Tease Me Thursday

Here’s this weeks teaser. It’s a scene I’m going to use in a novella. A masquerade story set in the 19th century.


******WARNING:  NSFW, I repeat NSFW. Sexy fun time descriptions.************


“Sweet Julia,” he breathed, leaning closer. “Would you do me the honor of your company?”
I open my mouth slightly to protest his charming words, and his lips press down upon mine in a cunning, gentle kiss.

“Come, my lady,” he says, meeting my gaze. “Let us away.”

He takes my hand and leads me to a darkened chamber off to the side of the main ballroom. Once inside, he closes the door and locks it.  His gaze is predatory as he turns and stalks toward me. He pins me up against the wall, his hands framing my body.  His warmth envelops me, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“What do you wish of me, your grace?” I whisper as he slides his hand up over my hip.

“My lady, I want your beauty for myself.” His breath caresses my lips. I suddenly want to taste him. His hand cups my breast through the gown. I curse the fabric, wanting us skin to skin, with nothing inhibiting his touch. He leans into me, his lean, strong body pressing against me.

I whimper as his lips brush against my jaw. “My lord…I…I….”

“Tonight,” he murmurs between kisses, “you are mine.”

“What about the ball, your father, the guests?” I rasp out as he slowly inches up my skirt. His fingers trail over the silk and velvet, letting the cool air kissing my thighs. I’m overwhelmed with sensation. He lifts his head and looks at me. His blue eyes are the color of midnight.

His fingertips brush against my thigh, sliding up underneath my drawers. When he touches my center, I shiver with anticipation. “You’re so wet. Have you been thinking of me, hoping that I’d notice you?”

“Aye, my lord.” I can barely get the words out as he dips his finger inside of me.

He claims my lips in a punishing kiss.  I taste the wine spiced with desire on his lips as he plunders my mouth.  My hands slip into his hair, wrapping in the curls, tugging.  His kiss is only intensified by the gentle stroking of his hand between my legs.  He slides two fingers inside of me and I cry out against his mouth.  His other hand slides into my bodice, cupping my breast.

I’m about to explode from the onslaught.  His touch ignites a fire of pure desire, coiling deep in my belly.

“Oh, my wicked girl.  Is this what you wanted?” he whispers into my mouth as I gasp with pleasure.

“Aye,” I say on a gasp.

“Would you give yourself to me?  Completely?”


Oh, I’m such a tease. *wink* What did you think?

Tease Me Thursday

Here’s another snippet of Crispin’s story. *wink* Enjoy.

**Warning: Violence**

Crispin stepped down onto the street when suddenly he was surrounded by four men. The two standing to his right and left grabbed his arms, while the third wrapped his arm around his throat from behind. He thrashed against their grasp, but they were huge, hulking beasts. He was out-manned and outmaneuvered. God’sblood, teeth, and bones.

“You and I have unfinished business,” the fourth man said, stepping into the light, allowing Crispin to see his face.

“You bloody bastard,” Crispin swore. “I’ll have your head for this.Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”

“The ass who stole my whore,” the man said, contempt dripping from his voice. “I don’t give cocks crow who you are.” He threw a punch, and it landed in Crispin’s stomach, knocking the air from his chest. “But you’re gonna pay.”

Crispin jerked, trying to break free, wheezing for breath. The man holding his head released him but stood like a solid wall against his back. He had to defend himself, but they were too strong. Three more blows landed in succession, two to his midsection and one cracking him across the jaw. The pain shot through him as the warm, coppery tang of blood filled his mouth. He spit.

“That the best you got?” Crispin knew it would only enrage the beast more, but he never did learn to back down, even in the most hopeless situations.

The man threw another punch, square in the chest over his heart. Crispin thought his heart stopped with that blow. The world began to spin as he gasped for breath, doubling over.The men still held him steady. Crispin coughed, spewing blood all over the man’s shoes. The assailant grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head back. He winced and then narrowed his gaze, refusing to show weakness.

A yelp of pain to his right was followed by his sudden release. A moment later, the second man released him, clutching at his arm. The man behind them backed away, as if sensing something wasn’t right. Crispin stumbled forward, trying to catch his breath. His eyes watered from the pain throbbing in his head.He glanced up and saw the man who had just been hitting him standing as still as a marble statue. Then Crispin saw the arrow protruding from the man’s chest. The man pitched forward and Crispin scrambled out of the way, slamming into the ground.

He lay there, staring up into the starlit night catching his breath. A figure stepped into his view wearing a dark cloak with the hood pulled up.

“You just gonna lay there and bleed?”


That’s all for this week. Stay wicked my friends.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

This week I present another little gem created from a writing exercise that waits for it’s own full story.  Short and sweet.

**Warning: Not sexy, unless you’re into that kinda kink. **

Writing prompt was:  There’s nothing like the smell of…


There’s nothing like the smell of blood and decay as I wade through the filth that is my life. The giant steps I take, stepping over the bodies and decapitated heads, gives me an adrenaline rush. The coppery twang and the odor of rotting meat reaches my nose. It smells like victory.

I did this. Me. With my own two hands, I created this carnage. A grim smile touches my lips. I inhale deeply filling my lungs with the stench and the power.

Today I was a god, taking the lives of those less deserving of life. By facing me they forfeit their right to breathe. Their right to walk this world.

I am the reaper of their souls.

Why, you ask?

Because I can.


I was having a dark day. It just came spilling out. I have no idea what the story is behind that snippet, but I know some people who would sell their souls to find out.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

The Prince of Whispers has returned with another teasing tidbit.

**Warning: He’s addictive and naughty. NSFW. **

Ruby arched into the warmth. She was having the most delightful dream. Part of her never wanted to leave and have to face the realities of the world. She remembered Cris’s wicked whispers and sighed. Then she remembered laying down next to him and…she was still there, lying beside him. At some point during the night, they had become intertwined. Cris was pressed against her back, his arm thrown across her stomach, his legs tangled in hers. It was the insistent erection rubbing against her ass that made her moan.

Cris’s grip on her tightened, pulling her more firmly into contact with all of him. She bit her lip, suppressing a whimper. He had been right about one thing. She did want him, in every way a woman could possibly desire a man. Her thoughts drifted back to the night before, when he had her pinned beneath him. Never had she dreamed being dominated by a man could be so arousing. She had nearly given into his invitation. One night with him, one night to do as she wished.

He had wanted to kiss her. Part of her wanted him to do it, to take it. Why did she want to give him so much power over her? She had worked hard to be independent, to protect herself. Was she really willing to throw it away for Cris? No, but one night…She squashed that thought like a bug beneath a boot. That didn’t stop her from wondering if his kiss would be like the rest of him: confident, selfish, and intoxicating. Ruby had been kissed before, but most of them had been uninspiring and left her feeling dirty and ashamed. Something about Cris, the way he carried himself, told her his kiss would be life changing.

Ruby felt Cris’s breath on her shoulder, gently caressing her bare neck. Her body thrummed in tandem with her racing heart. She was aware of every breath, every touch. She closes her eyes, savoring every moment. Once he woke, the fantasy would shatter. Her breath came in soft pants, and she tried to steady them, focusing on nothing in particular.

The soft press of his lips against her bare skin made her shiver. Ruby feigned sleep, forcing herself not to react to him. Every feather-light kiss brought her one step closer to combustion. His hand drifted across her stomach, brushing against the underside of her breast. She sighed as his hand closed over it. Her body screamed in reaction, moisture flooding her drawers. All she had to do was roll over and claim his lips. Give into his touch, his seductive embrace. She rubbed her ass against him again, inadvertently encouraging him. He groaned and slid his hand down her body, cupping her sex through the trousers. At the touch, Ruby’s eyes flew open. She whimpered.

“My pet,” he whispered in her ear, drawing the lobe between his teeth.


*fans self* Woo, well if that didn’t set you on fire, you might want to check your pulse. Teasing. I’m teasing. 🙂  I hope you enjoyed today’s teaser.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

Today’s teaser is a writing prompt inspired journal entry…

The prompt was: “Write about losing control.”


A flash of flesh and my arm was locked in his vice-like grip. I stared at him dumbfounded.

“Let go of me,” I said simply, thinking he was playing games again.

His face was hard, his eyes holding a deadly opinion which he wisely kept to himself. Eyes locked in mute battle. I tried to charm him instead of giving into his wordless challenge.

I pulled myself within a fingertips distance of his rigid angry form.

“Something you want from me, Kale?” I flirted from beneath my lowered lashes. Allowing my free hand to roam over his torso, I traced his shirt buttons down to his waist. The grip on my wrist never faltered. It tightened.

“Ouch,” I grunted. “Damn you, Kale, that hurts! What the hell is your problem? Let me go!” I jerked my arm, torquing my wrist and pinching the flesh of my hand.

Then I noticed the movement reflected in the darkened window behind Kale. I froze, taking a moment to reorganize my thoughts. Kale leaned down on the pretense of nuzzling my neck and whispered.

“Hold your tongue.” Kale’s voice rumbled deep into my bones.

“Who is it?” I murmured slightly distracted by Kale’s wonderful masculine smell and his proximity.

“Be quiet and don’t move,” he replied. Lord, but he loved to give orders.

“How dare…” I began to retort pulling away from him. In the next instant we were on the floor with bullets whizzing over our heads. The pressure of Kale’s body pinning me to the floor was both enticing and infuriating. I was more than capable of handling myself in a firefight. But in the flash of a well muscled arm, I had lost control.


A story brewing there, perhaps? *wink* What do you think?

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

I’ve brought Prince Crispin back to share a bit of his tale…enjoy.

**Warning: He’s rude and completely wicked. Spontaneous combustion of panties is possible. NSFW. **


As he eased himself into the scalding water, he sighed and his body immediately relaxed, soothed by the heat. Crispin leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and for the first time in more than a day, was able to indulge in the peace.

The sound of a door slamming startled him and he wrenched his eyes open. Ruby stood in his room, her back pressed against the door, her finger to her lips, pleading for his silence. He sat up, the tepid water sluicing around him. Her eyes widened as she realized that he was naked in the bath. She didn’t move. He grinned as the soft glow of a blush stole across her cheeks. So she wasn’t the ice queen she appeared to be.

A knock at the door broke his thoughts. “Just a moment,” he called. Crispin braced his hands on the sides of the wooden tub and lifted himself from the water. Without grabbing a drying cloth, he padded to the door where Ruby was standing, her jaw askew and her eyes as large as the full moon. He moved her against the wall and opened the door, hiding her behind it. A soldier stood in the hallway, his expression stern.

“I pray this is of great importance,” Crispin asked, boredom and irritation lacing his words.

“I beg your pardon, my lord,” the soldier stammered, taking notice of Crispin’s state of undress. “Have you seen a woman come through here?”

“I wish I could say I have. A woman to warm my bed might cure my ill temper after this. But sadly, I have not.” Crispin fixed his most intense princely glare on the soldier.

The man stammered and took a step back. “I am sorry to have disturbed your bath, my lord.” He turned and walked down the hall as though the hounds of hell nipped at his heels.

Crispin closed the door and locked it. He met Ruby’s gaze. “Can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”

Ruby shrugged, her gaze skimming across his face, daring to look lower, but hesitating at the last moment. He chuckled.

“I will leave you in peace, as soon as I’m sure they’ve gone,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I thank you for not betraying my presence.”

Crispin pinned her against the wall, his hands on either side of her hips, his thighs brushing against her skirt. “Did you know I was in this room, or am I just the poor bloke you stumbled upon?”

“I knew you were here,” she said, tilting her chin up and meeting his gaze squarely. “I hoped that you would show a little compassion.”

His gaze narrowed. “Don’t mistake my interest in you for compassion, Ruby. I’ve never been a thoughtful or compassionate man.”

“What do you want from me?” she asked. “I have no coin, no wealth, nothing that would satisfy your greed.”

“Is that so,” he whispered, reaching up to brush his fingertips across her jaw and down her neck. She was softer than he’d imagined and his cock hardened at the solitary touch. “I think you underestimate your own value, my lady.” His hand stills instantly at the cold press of steel against his inner thigh.

“One more move, bastard, and I send an entire kingdom of whores into mourning.”


❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

Here’s a little number from a scene I’d written.  It’s not finished yet, but it was inspired by the Sherlock episode Scandal in Belgravia.  *wink*

**Warning: Explicit language and possibly offensive material…possibly. Just warning you.**


Then he saw her. Her auburn hair hung loose over her shoulders, grazing the cream silk shirt she wore. The secretary skirt did nothing to hide the curve of her hips or the long expanse of leg topped off with fuck me heels. She scanned the dining room.

He quickly lifted the newspaper, hiding his face. As he lowered it a bit, he saw her get a plate of eggs, a slice or two of bacon, some fruit and a cup of tea. He watched as she sat and ate alone in the corner. Her eyes took in everything. He shifted in his seat. He hoped to God she didn’t recognize him.

Once she’d finished her tea, she deposited her dishes in the receptacle and made her way to the ladies room.

William seized the opportunity and moved to another seat in the dining area. He opened his paper, pretending to read, when he heard the distinct click of heels on tile.

“You’re not being very discreet, darling,” she whispered in his ear.

He should have been prepared for her words.

“You haven’t turned the page for the last half hour.”

“Excuse me?” he said, deliberately turning the page and refusing to look at her. She stood behind his chair. Damn. He should have stayed by the window.

“You’ve been staring at the same page for over half an hour,” she said with a chuckle. It brushed across his sensitive earlobe. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. Her skin smelled of lemons and jojoba oil.

“I heard you,” he said, clearing his throat. “What do you want?”

“I’m not the one pretending to read the paper.” Her breath brushed against his skin, feathering the delicate hairs on the base of his neck. “Yesterday’s paper, nonetheless.”

He folded the paper and plopped it onto the seat next to him, agitated he’d make such a trivial mistake. She shouldn’t have even been able to recognize him, the disguise had been perfectly planned down to the last detail. There was no reason to fret about it now. He knew better than to underestimate her.

“Would you care to join me?” he asked, forgoing all pretenses.

“Come along, darling,” she said. The words echoed soft in his ear as she moved away taking her scent and her delicious heat with her.

He turned in time to see her disappear around the corner. With a sigh, he stood and followed just moments behind. A small office sat with the door open. He glanced inside and found her perched on the edge of the desk, her legs crossed, tapping a solitary fingernail on the wooden surface. He entered the room, closing the door behind him and sliding the deadbolt home.

A wicked smile revealed her even white teeth. He wanted to bite her, eat her up, and show her what it meant to be devoured piece by piece until your soul is exposed and bleeding. Instead, he stood with three feet between them and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Well.” He waited.

She leaned forward, allowing her shirt to bunch in the front, exposing just enough of her cleavage to pull his gaze downward for a split second. When he met her eyes again, they were sparkling with amusement.

“You missed me.”

His hand absently reached for his collar, tugging at it.

She slipped from the desk and took a step closer to him, her heels matching their heights. He met her, eye to eye, refusing to be swayed by the chemical reaction heating his blood.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing, darling.” Her words caressed his lips. The hot cinnamon of the gum she recently chewed lingered on her breath. She traced her fingertip along his collar. “A priest now, are you?”

“You know I’m not.”

Her finger trailed along his black button down shirt, and she pressed her palm to his heart. “Can I make my confessions, Father?”

He focused on his mission, the one thing he had to do. Her touch drove his mind into overdrive, her words blurring his thoughts.

Her green eyes blazed with unspoken desires. Today wasn’t going how he’d anticipated. Maybe dressing as a priest had been a bit of stretch, but he thought perhaps she’d overlook him, push the image of a passive priest reading the paper to the back of her mind. No, she’d locked on him like a heat seeking missile on a volcano. Fuck.


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❤ Jen