Midnight Hangman Twilight

[Captain Dusk Rose]

So I saw an ad for a site so funny I thought it was fake. It's called Teen Book for You, where you can get your own customized vampire novel...oh, just let me show you you'll understand XD
www.bookbyyou.com/teen/default.asp

Don't kill me Echoe, it was for the lols:

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Echoe and Jo meet in a library thanks to a falling bookcase ...

Echoe Monroe is a studious, book-loving high school senior whose safe world is turned upside down when she's drawn to the hero of our story, Jo -, an immortal vampire whose dangerous 'unlife' is both frightening and fascinating. Their friends Dusk and Shang advise and support this starcrossed pair as they begin a turbulent relationship.

Echoe could feel the heavy shelves wobble and tilt precariously. Before she could even think of escaping out from underneath, she heard the sound of sudden footsteps and the slap of wood against flesh. She looked up, surprised. A young man in a dark brown leather jacket smiled at her, one arm stretched mere inches above her head as it held back the skewed bookcase.
“Pardon me,” Jo murmured with a slight smile, and with a movement as smooth as a dancer’s, he turned and tipped the heavy bookshelves back into their proper position.
Her heart hammering, Echoe scrambled to stand up. She was so shaken she nearly tottered back off her feet, but the stranger reached out to steady her, his touch lasting only seconds. But it was enough.
“Are you all right?”
Like his clothing, his voice was soft and rich. The light fell gently on him almost like an aura—very appropriate for a guardian angel, Echoe thought as she pushed away some messy strands of purple hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said after a few speechless moments, one hand patting her heart to calm herself. “Those shelves could’ve killed me.”
“You should be more careful,” he chastised lightly. “This is an old building that’s falling apart. I advise greater caution.”
“I know. I usually am—careful, I mean—but I was so happy to find this book…” Echoe hugged the red leather to herself, flushing under his piercing blue gaze. Why am I babbling like this? “I didn’t even know you were there. Lucky for me you were, huh? You always keep an eye out for klutzy bookworms?”
“Only when there is need, I assure you.” He smiled, teeth reflecting brightly and his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Echoe. “But you do yourself an injustice. There is nothing wrong with loving books, and you are certainly no klutz.”
The word sounded wrong coming from his lips. He had a strange way of speaking, as if English weren’t his first language, although Echoe couldn’t identify any accent. She grinned at his gallantry but had to blurt, “That’s ‘cause you don’t know me.”
He just smiled again and she was lost in his stare. And for a second she had an odd certainty that he’d argue, But I do know you...

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Jo gets advice from his best friend, Shang ...

Jo had been staring out into the stars for a while when a familiar low voice interrupted his thoughts. “Friend, you’ve got to get over this girl.”
He whipped his head around and saw Shang climbing up with practiced ease onto the roof to join him. The other vampire continued, “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so taken with anyone. Especially a mortal!” Shang spat out the word with disgust. “They are ours for feeding. You treat this one as if she were your pet.”
“No. Echoe is not a pet. I think I am in love with her.”
“Oh, I see. Forgive me if I have a hard time understanding that one, Jo." Shang bared his teeth in a wicked smile. “I must say, your strength in her presence is admirable. I’m certain that I could not contain my desire to taste of her sweetness.”
Jo shot his friend a glare that could have punctured like a dagger. “You shall not touch her!”
“Calm down. I wouldn’t dare face your wrath. But don’t you see the pointlessness of all this?”
“I’ll tell her, truly I shall. Soon.” Jo stared up at the unforgiving night sky. “She is a modern woman. Perhaps she might understand?”
Shang chuckled softly. “Perhaps.”
Jo shook his head, wincing. He did not want to tell her. He wanted to hang on to the fantasy for just a few days more, pretend to be a mortal man. Even if he could never experience the daylight as reflected in her gray eyes or see the sun dance on her purple hair.
“What are you afraid of, Jo? That she won’t understand, that she’ll turn and run?” Shang narrowed his eyes. “Or is it that you think she might accept you for what you are? Afraid of a happy ending? The great and powerful vampire, trembling over a mortal teenage girl. Amazing! Count Dracula is rolling in his grave!”
Jo had to laugh. It was ridiculous. But still he ached. He could not tell her. Not yet

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Echoe and Jo face the reality of their relationship ...

“Did you enjoy the party?” Echoe tilted her head and reached up a hand to remove her earrings as she watched Jo in the mirror. That’s another myth gone. His reflection’s as visible as mine.
“Let me,” Jo whispered, circling her ear with one night-cool finger. “Ah, the party. It was interesting. Your friend Dusk has a great deal of energy.”
“That’s one way to put it! No fear, no speedometer, no brakes. That’s what she’d say.” Echoe smiled fondly. “She’s a good friend.”
“Yes.” He looked deep into the mirror, seeing something she could not find; he forgot to pretend to breathe, lost in thought. Echoe waited, curious and concerned, idly admiring the line of his jaw, the sparkle of his blue eyes.
A slow nod signaled his return to the moment. “Dusk has suspicions about me. About what I am.”
Echoe froze. “Are you sure?”
“She seems to have held her ideas for quite some time, on little evidence. Is she one of those who romanticizes my kind? There are many who seem strangely fascinated with my fictional brethren.”
“Well, Dusk likes vampire flicks, but she’s no Goth.What exactly did she say?”
Jo repeated the conversation verbatim. “As I said, she has little evidence, but still she persists in her conviction, and I cannot argue. She is, after all, correct about what I do.”
Echoe stared at him. “Jo?” Her voice was high and soft. “Would you show me? I mean…what you do? How you feed?”
“I would rather not.” Her face fell, and he had to look away. “If you feel it necessary, I shall. When you are certain. Not until then.” Gentle as the brush of a shadow, he stroked her cheek, kissed her, and vanished into the night, leaving her alone.
Echoe lay awake long into the night, falling finally into a restless, dream-haunted sleep about Jo where each ray of sunshine coming through the windows was first his touch, then a brand of fire, alternately pleasure and pain. She woke, sweating and chilled, wondering why she didn’t just turn and run away....

[Captain Dusk Rose]

And a Dusk one so we're even: *dies loling*
www.bookbyyou.com/pirates/demo.asp

In Pirates of Desire, the promise of pirate lore kindles the dreams of our strong-willed heroine, Lady Dusk Rose, as she and her best friend Echoe scheme for high seas adventure.

But being captured by the notorious pirate captain, Tod, is as fiery and unforgiving as the seas themselves. Tod, also known as 'Sea Wolf', is a handsome rogue and Lady Dusk ultimately loses her heart to this rugged pirate.


Chapter Five ... Dusk & Tod - a heated encounter

. . Dusk slapped the coin from her outstretched hand, sending it flying into the shrubbery. “We don’t want your blood money!”
Tod sighed, her eyes narrowing, then she suddenly reached out and grabbed Dusk by her bodice string that, unbeknownst to her, had become untied and hung loosely from her dress. The lace tightened immediately as she pulled her towards her like a dog on a tether. Dusk winced with surprise and embarrassment, her hazel eyes ablaze.
She leaned close to her, breathing softly in her ear, making Dusk almost lose her balance and certainly some sense. She paused just long enough to catch her off guard in anticipation, when she said, “You might want to keep the girls tied up,” and she tightened the lace and tied a knot.
Her face flushed and she slapped her hard on the cheek. Tod grabbed her by her dark brown hair and planted a kiss on her lips, long and sensual. When she released her grip, she was reeling, wild eyed as a scurvy dog.
“Take them away!” she ordered with a wave of her hand.
The buccaneer escorts grabbed the women’s wrists and roughly pulled them towards the path. Dusk turned her head and caught the captain’s eye.
“Now I know why they call you Sea Wolf. I think you are despicable!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. She quickly looked to Echoe, a look of terror in her eyes as they were dragged down the pathway.
Tod smiled, as she heard her crew laughing from afar; this was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. If circumstances were different, she would have asked her to join her. But she hadn’t even found out her name…

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Chapter One ... the beginning for Dusk and Echoe
(Don't forget Red !)

. . . Dusk walked to the castle window and looked off in the distance to the harbor, her hazel eyes bright with anticipation. Red rose from in front of the fireplace, and giving a big stretch, wandered over to Dusk, eager for an affectionate back-rub.
“Come on, tell me every detail,” Echoe begged. “And I’ll comb out the tag-alongs and shrubbery from your hair! How on earth did you end up with pieces of bramble bush stuck in that dark brown mop of yours and what’s that got to do with pirates?”
Red turned in circles, giving Dusk a better opportunity to find that special spot to rub, just between the shoulder blades.
Chuckling, Dusk turned and pointed to the harbor in the distance. “See that ship at the very end of the docks – the one with no sails; listing badly to one side? Well, that’s it.”
“A real pirate ship,” Echoe sighed romantically.
Dusk glanced toward her bedside table where she kept a folded piece of parchment containing an etching of Tod, the famous pirate Sea Wolf, wanted by authorities on two continents.
“Yes, a real pirate ship, but not the pirate ship. It’s not the Corazon de Oro,” said Dusk, excitement evident in her voice...

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Chapter Ten ... Love triumphs for Lady Dusk & Tod

They stared at each other for a long while, their eyes saying the words they dared not speak. The air was thick with the potent energy of lovers discovering each other for the first time. Without breaking contact, Tod leaned back on her pillows and held out a strong hand, inviting and welcoming Dusk to her bed.
As if in a waking dream, Dusk took her hand and stood beside the bed, her hazel eyes never leaving hers. Squeezing her hand gently, she let it fall and slowly started to remove her chemise, her body swaying with the sea as it fell away, feeling the cool sea breeze seductively kiss her skin.
Her heart seemed to beat outside her body as Tod watched her undress in the moonlight. As each piece of cloth fell and she drank in more of her curvaceous, womanly form, she wondered if a anyone could ever tire of such a sight. Languidly, she removed the remainder of her undergarments and stood beside her bed, fully exposed and vulnerable, but with a quiet strength that caused Tod to hold her breath.
Slowly and gracefully, she climbed onto her bed, running her hands across her naked chest, relishing the feel of her slim form beneath her fingers. Pressing her body into hers, . . .

[Lord Redcoat]

In Pirates of Desire, the promise of pirate lore kindles the dreams of our strong-willed heroine, Lady Mary Sue, as she and her best friend Amber-jade scheme for high seas adventure.

But being captured by the notorious pirate captain, Dumb Smuck, is as fiery and unforgiving as the seas themselves. Smuck, also known as 'Sea Wolf', is a handsome rogue and Lady Mary ultimately loses her heart to this rugged pirate.


“A real pirate ship,” Amber-jade sighed romantically.
Mary glanced toward her bedside table where she kept a folded piece of parchment containing an etching of Dumb Smuck, the famous pirate Sea Wolf, wanted by authorities on two continents.

Tzirunajanaialiana rose from in front of the fireplace, and giving a big stretch, wandered over to Mary, eager for an affectionate back-rub.

Then Amber-jade spontaneously exploded, as the vicious Sea Wolf turned into a hunk of a man, a veritable greek god but with one tragic, terrible flaw: acne. Lady Mary and Amber-jade could not stand the sight of such a defect, their perfect world ruined forever and then they both died, forgotten and alone.

Nobody cared about Tzirunajanaialiana who was later devoured by the Kraken and turned into cake.


The End.

[Captain Dusk Rose]

In Starstruck, Daniel RandomMan is a starship commander with a reputation as a daredevil who embarks on his toughest mission yet: escorting Shu RandomLady, a famously demanding diplomat, to negotiate a high-stakes treaty between warring alien nations. But our couple's clashing personalities and instant chemistry spark a battle of their own!

Shu and Daniel meet amidst sparks...

... The diamond-shaped shuttle floated in the bay doors, and moved down toward the deck platform before cutting its boosters and landing noiselessly. The craft’s door tilted upward, followed by Kevlar stairs that descended to the deck and the black-haired female diplomat emerged.
Seldom shocked, Daniel felt his jaw drop.
“Oh, no,” First Officer CC muttered under his breath.
“Small galaxy, eh?” Daniel responded. After a short pause, the two men strode toward the diplomat.
She reached the final step and stopped abruptly. The surprised expression on her lovely face would have been amusing if Daniel didn’t suspect it mirrored his own dismay.
Daniel took a deep breath. “You must be Ms. RandomLady,” he said smoothly.
“You’re Commander RandomMan?”
“You remember.”
“You’re in charge of this vessel?”
CC grimaced at Daniel. “Hell of a coincidence.”
“No kidding.”
“I don’t think this will work, Commander,” Shu said, the fire in her brown eyes making it clear she was mentally replaying the events from when they'd met at the casino on Enceladus.
He frowned. “Listen, I know neither of us is thrilled with this arrangement, but we both have our orders.”
“I can’t believe EISA would let you command a starship.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I do—you’re a cocky ladies’ man who gambles excessively and likes to fight.” She glared with disapproval.
CC winced while Daniel plodded on. “I probably deserve that, but what you don’t know is that I’m very good at my job. I’ll get you to Minerva Seven and back safely. Isn’t that what matters most?”
She folded her arms across her chest and scrunched her lips to one side. “Just keep your distance. Our relationship is purely professional...”

Aliens on the planet Minerva Seven...

...The air was as sweet as lavender and Daniel inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent. Sunshine streamed down just enough to warm the planet's surface. Three moons were visible even in daylight, and gigantic fern-like plants rustled with a murmur, their leaves dancing majestically in the light breeze.
Shu scurried ahead of him and pulled out her handheld device. “Get behind me,” Daniel said, his sharp tone brooking no disagreement.
She slowed her gait, pushing a few errant strands of black hair behind her ear. “The Aaton delegation is supposed to arrive at noon. Remember that I'm in charge of this negotiation, not you.”
“Yeah, well, my orders are to protect you, and I can't if you go running around like a headless Elatian Bird before I've had a chance to explore—”
Their conversation was interrupted by an approaching Dorak woman. She was striking, with flowing black hair, dark eyes, and ivory skin covered in colorful tattoos. Draped in animal hide, her body was sleek and toned like a warrior, and her stature tall.
The commander's blue eyes narrowed. He knew the Dorak were dangerous fighters, and wasn't nearly as convinced as Shu was that they truly wanted peace. So he casually rested his left hand on his blaster while offering an appropriate greeting. “Jo-ho,” he said, hoping to imitate their dialect. His right hand balled into a fist as he swung it toward the left side of his chest, bowing.
Her teeth, pointed into fangs, gritted at him in a kind of smile. “Jo-ho.”
Shu began speaking in the language with precision. Although Daniel didn’t speak Dorak, he could understand some of the grunting sounds. He pulled out his translator to decode their conversation and mentally kicked himself for being slow when the women suddenly laughed, their gazes darting knowingly to him before returning to each other...

Penny and CC to the rescue...
The communications officer looked up. “Sir, I have a commercial Earth vessel asking to speak with you.”
CC raised his eyebrows. “On screen.”
A small, white vessel appeared with the word “Spirit” printed across its hull. CC had seen ships like this before—they were typically chartered by wealthy humans for space excursions. “Accept the hail,” CC told the man at communications.
Suddenly a woman appeared on screen. Without waiting for protocol, she began to speak.
“My name is Penny. I know it’s not EISA policy, but I want to help.”
“Ma’am,” CC said, his voice revealing his exhaustion, “we’re on important business here.”
“I’m a friend of Shu... Diplomat RandomLady—”
He nodded. “Everything is under control.”
She stared him down through the view screen. “I’m a reporter. I might have helpful information.”
CC felt panic spread to every nerve in his body as he tried to keep his emotions in check. The last thing EISA could afford was this problem making it to the press, splashed across screens everywhere. “Help with what?” he bluffed.
“Help with the fact Ms. RandomLady and your commander haven’t returned. Don’t bother denying it. This is all off the record, Lieutenant. I just thought maybe my connections might be of help...”

Passion in the Alpha Sector...

...Shu and Daniel held hands as they walked back to her cabin, fingers mingling playfully. They reached her door and she rewarded Daniel with a beaming smile.
“Join me for a nightcap?” she asked.
“You don’t have any booze in there.”
“Then perhaps you’d like to see my ancient Earth etchings?” Shu teased in a sultry voice.
Leaning into her, Daniel kissed her delicate lips, reveling in their satiny smoothness. The kiss deepened, and he was intoxicated as her passion drew his tongue against hers. When Daniel finally pulled back, savoring the moment, Shu murmured, “I take it that’s a yes?”
“Affirmative. Absolutely. Ten-four. Yes…”
Shu smiled and quickly punched in the door’s security code. It opened with a swoosh, and the instant Daniel felt the slight breeze of the door closing behind him he reached for her hand and spun her back to him. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his hips onto hers, hungering for her, voraciously tasting the sweetness of her warm lips. He eased her toward the bed with their arms entangled, hands grasping at each other frantically. The couple fell onto the bed with legs and lips entwined. Shu gently ran her fingers through his hair, then began exploring every part of his body as if feeling a human form for the first time. Her breathing was ragged and Daniel could barely contain his need for her. He rolled on top of her and remained motionless with his face hovering just above hers. Shu looked up expectantly into his brown eyes…

[Captain Dusk Rose]

Ok, I've sort of exhausted this joke, but one last one, for Holmes and Watson, and my own amusment:

Chapter One ... Watson & Mary reminisce

"Watson, do you remember that prank we pulled on Sherlock Holmes during high school?"
"Which one? There were so many. I'm surprised the guy has remained sane after all these years of practical jokes." Watson began to grin, thinking back to the fun they'd had with their pal Sherlock.
"You know, the time when the guys were at gym class and we slipped into the men's change room and swapped his underwear for a pair of lace panties!"
Laughter erupted from both ends of the telephone line.
"I remember peeking around the corner of the change room and watching Sherlock walk from the showers with a towel wrapped around that slim body of his. I'll never forget the look on his face when he reached into his locker and pulled out those black, lace panties," Mary was barely able to contain her laughter.
Watson remembered it only too well, and if memory served him, Mary was the one that had master-minded the idea. "Yes, but do you remember how he retaliated?"
It took Mary a few seconds to recall . . .

Chapter Three ... Watson & Sherlock dance

"Watson, what's going on?" Sherlock asked, as he slowly spun him around attempting to keep a clear view of his table. "What's with this game you're playing?" All he wanted to do was end the dance and get back to his girlfriend Irene Adler.
Watson laid his head on his shoulder, positioning his lips a breath away from his neck, his short, light brown hair gently brushing against his cheek. Without missing a beat, he answered, "I'm not up to anything," he said innocently. "It's been a long time since I've seen you and I just wanted to say hello and have a dance with my buddy. Is there any harm in that?"
He didn't believe him - not in a New York minute (despite being in Victorian England). "Wrong answer," he said, his impatience growing.
Watson gently brushed his warm, wet lips against his neck.
"Stop that!" he pleaded, glancing again at Irene Adler to see if she was watching. His girlfriend's eyes glared back at him from their table. She hadn't missed a thing. The glance spoke volumes - the rest of the evening was going to be hell.
Watson, once again, moved his lips ever so slowly along his neck. "That bothers you?" he said, in a soft, sultry voice. . .

Chapter Nine ... True love finds its mark

"Sherlock, I really enjoyed myself this afternoon. Would you care to come in for a bite to eat?" Watson asked, as he unlocked the front door to his home.
Sherlock stood watching as the fading sunlight caught the ends of his light brown hair, turning them a golden hue. The whole time they were together, the feelings that had been hidden for so long suddenly came rushing back to life. Every turn of his head, the brush of his arm, even the sound of his laughter, made him want to hold him and smother him with kisses. And those breath-taking blue eyes.
"Hello, Sherlock! Are you there?"
His face suddenly flushed, making Watson laugh. "Sure, I'd love to come in. . .I thought you'd never ask," he said, smiling broadly, climbing the steps and entering into the foyer.
Holmes took his coat and hung it next to his...

[Echoe]

...Payback.

Alva Pennington is a nurse with a passion for saving lives and no plans for adding a different kind of passion in her life. That is, until she meets Bones McCoy, a surfin' doc whose dazzling good looks and dedication to his patients are everything she's been looking for.
They fall into a steamy relationship that seems like pure bliss ... until a secret from the past is revealed. One that could cause a heartache no medicine can cure!
So read on and get your prescription for passion, ER Fever!

Alva meets Dr. McCoy...

...The two nurses prepared for the cardiac patient's arrival and heard the ambulance pull up outside County General's emergency room entrance. As Alva and Shuichi walked in the direction of the sliding glass doors, they saw a man in a white lab coat striding toward them.
Our heroine meets 'Dr. Love'! “Hi, I’m Bones McCoy,” he said, extending a hand to Alva. She accepted it and was instantly captivated by his warm touch. His brown hair looked professionally messy, as if he had just rolled out of bed and into Alva's ER. She could not help but notice that his body was perfectly proportioned and undeniably sexy.
“Alva... Alva...” she stammered, searching her memory for her surname. She was still shaking Bones's hand when Shuichi coughed loudly behind her, breaking her friend's reverie. “Alva Pennington,” she finally blurted out. “I’m the charge nurse tonight. Nice to meet you, Dr. McCoy.”
Her friend grinned at Alva's unusually flustered demeanor. “And I’m Shuichi, and here’s your first customer, Dr. McCoy,” she said hurriedly, as a stretcher wheeled past guided by two paramedics.
"We're ready in trauma room nine, guys," Alva shouted over the noise of the ER...



Alva's first surf lesson!

...It had taken the entire day, but by the time the sun set, Alva was surfing in a near upright position, goofy-footed, but stable for about ten seconds. Bones had been riding every wave he caught all the way into shore, and Alva marveled at how easy he made it look.
Catch the fever... ER Fever! It was the end of the day, and Alva was in the flat surf lying on her board relaxing when Bones paddled up, returning from a wave he’d ridden.
Alva pulled herself upright with her legs straddling the board, and looked at Bones. He was in the same position but his board faced the opposite direction as they floated side-by-side.
“Thank you,” she said simply.
“For what?”
“For bringing me here. I haven’t felt this alive in a long time. You were right. I mean, I was terrible, but it still was great! Alva was trying to find the words to describe how it felt, but could find none. “Even falling off was fun. I think this is the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. I feel so free and alive!” The chill in her body melted away in that moment and she contemplated how she could gracefully pull herself onto his board to kiss him.
Bones had been looking toward the beach as she finished talking, but now gazed directly into Alva's shimmering hazel eyes. He looked at her knowing exactly how she felt.
As if reading Alva's mind, he slid onto her gigantic surfboard and in an instant they were facing each other only a breath apart. He reached up and pushed a tendril of brown hair from her forehead, then moved his hand to her cheek, and leaned into her. As their lips touched, she felt goose bumps rise beneath her wetsuit.
He continued kissing her as they floated, silhouettes in the setting sun. Pulling back slightly, he looked deep into her hazel eyes and whispered. “You thought surfing was good? You haven’t seen anything yet...”


Bones and Alva saving lives...

...Bones looked to ensure that no one was in contact with the patient or the stretcher and depressed the buttons on the paddles, directing 300 joules of electricity into the patient’s chest. The man's body jerked violently in response to the electrical shock.
“Nothing,” Bones said, staring at the heart monitor, hanging from the wall. He quickly looked into Alva's hazel eyes, then nodded for her to increase the energy to 360 joules.
Alva could see beads of perspiration developing around the edges of the doctor’s brown hair. Less than five minutes ago the patient was recovering, with steady vitals − now they were fighting for the man's life!Save lives and fall in love
“Everybody clear!” shouted Bones, and again he depressed the buttons on the paddles. Second's passed, Alva's hazel eyes were locked on the heart monitor, which continued to display the deadly fibrillating pattern.
“More CPR and give him one milligram of epinephrine.” Bones ordered.
The trauma team quickly carried out his commands. Alva and Shuichi administered the CPR until Bones again grabbed the shock paddles − this time delivering an even more powerful shock than before.
The man’s body bounced on the stretcher in response, but this time a faint pulse could be seen on the monitor. The pensive trauma staff watched as the patient’s pulse grew stronger and a steady and consistent rhythm developed.
“That was way too easy,” Bones said to no one in particular as he remembered far more difficult cardiac arrests. “Make sure we get some Amiodarone on board so this doesn’t happen again − and get me the cardiologist, now!” he said loudly, as he ripped the latex gloves from his hands and walked out of the trauma room...


Alva and Bones find a novel use for a utility closet

They met and stood facing each other in the hallway, her hazel eyes meeting his blue-eyed gaze. Alva opened her mouth to speak but before she could, Bones wrapped his right arm around her waist and pulled her to the left, pushing open a door that led to the janitor’s storage area. They were surrounded by brooms, cleaning supplies and garbage bags were stacked from floor to ceiling. The area was tiny and Bones held her close.
“Well, if this isn’t the ultimate cliché. A quickie in the broom closet!”
“No quickie, Doctor,” Alva stated firmly.
The temperature's rising in ER Fever!“Ah. I see you want it slow and long then.” He put both arms around her waist and pulled her into him. She pushed against his chest trying to break the embrace, but he had already begun kissing the base of her neck, and she was weakened by his touch. He covered her face with soft kisses as he slowly rotated her body so that he stood behind her. His arms were wrapped around her, his hands joined together just below her navel.
“Bones, we can’t do this.” it came out as a whisper.
“Yes we can. It’s more fun if it’s dangerous.”
Alva's body shivered involuntarily with each touch of his lips on the back of her neck. She placed her hands on top of his, as he kissed and gently bit her delicious skin.
Slowly he inched his hands up, and she guided him to caress her breasts. He unleashed each button on her shirt, one by one, until her blouse was open and he could feel the lace on her bra. The fabric was thin, and he gently stroked her nipples and felt them grow firm with his skilled attention. She moaned with pleasure and tried to resist, but his foreplay was overpowering. She leaned backward and the curves of their forms fit perfectly, as if they were two parts of a puzzle. He was holding her up with his body while his hands explored every inch of her. She tried to speak, while he continued arousing every sense of her being.
“No, I’ll lose my job,” she said a little louder, but didn’t attempt to stop him.
“No you won’t.”
“Yes. I will!” Alva suddenly turned to grasp his face in both of her hands. “We can’t do this. They already know about us!”
“Huh? They? Who’s ‘they’?”
“Administration,” she stated firmly and began to button her blouse...