Bobby and I decided to sneak off for the Labor Day weekend to his uncle's cabin at Sterling Lake. Bobby went up there from time to time to get away from the city and clear his head. He thought I would like it there, too.

We went out on the screened in porch while the cabin aired out. He sprawled his 6'4" frame over an old couch and motioned for me to come lay down with him. It was just starting to cool off and there was a nice breeze coming through the trees. I cuddled up to him and we looked out and the lake. Just out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his 9mm Glock laying on the table beside us. He saw me looking at it and raised up a little.

"What?" he asked.

"Is it loaded?" I asked sheepishly.

"No," he said, thinking it was making me nervous.

"I want to touch it, " I said without thinking.

He laughed, "You want to touch my gun?"

I raised an eyebrow, "I've always wanted to touch your gun."

He looked at me steadily. "Really…hmm…" His sleepy brown eyes were dancing now. He scratched his scruffy chin, "I mean, technically, I am not supposed to let anyone touch it except when it's being serviced." He tilted his head and grinned. I wondered how far this was going to go…

"So, does it, umm…need serviced?" I asked.

He leaned over, picked up the gun and showed it to me, "What do you think?"

"It looks to be in very good condition," I said swallowing hard.

"You'd really need to touch it. You know, feel it to know for sure," he said as he slowly slid the barrel of the gun up my inner thigh. This was surely the definition of an out of body experience. Everything was spinning.

With all the self control I could muster, I whispered, "Forget the damn gun and kiss me."

In one fluid motion, he tossed the gun back onto the table, flipped me over on my back and slid my skirt up. He mercilessly tortured me for a long time, and every time I thought we might be getting somewhere, he'd stop, pull back, look down at me and grin.

Finally, in a breathless frenzy I moaned, "Ok…you win."

He whispered into my ear, "Of course I do. Was there any doubt?" I nuzzled my face into the curve of his neck. "Bobby…"

"Couldn't stand the heat, could ya, babydoll?" he smiled wickedly.

"Bobby…please…" I pleaded. He had to put me out of my misery. He leaned back on his elbow, "Well, I don't know. I'm feeling pretty tired from all this…"

I sat up and attempted to gather my wits. "I'm sure you are. I'll do all the work. Full service. And don't forget--paybacks are a bitch, " I said popping the first button on his 501's.

He smirked, "Make me sorry, baby."

OK, I'm going to steal one of Ciaddict's cigs and stick my head in GoddessDivine's freezer........WOW-EEE!!!!!!

GOOD GRIEF!!!!!

Fanning self.......Need water......deep breath....deep breath....going downstairs to stick head in fridge....brb.......

Oh, hi there, lrt28. ::scooches over:: you got enough room? That fic should come with a warning label, shouldn't it?

Oh, hi there, lrt28. ::scooches over:: you got enough room? That fic should come with a warning label, shouldn't it?
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Hey Flashy!

[quote name='flashymom' date='Aug 3 2008, 10:08 PM' post='927563']

Very nice....

::lights cigarette::

I always wanted to cock his gun. (blushes)

WHAT!!???!?!?!?!?!?

Yeah, right flashymom... what, you need hit up side the head?

No, I need another Tiramisu Martini.

LOL! I like that smiley it's cute.
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Holy Mother!

I'm glad I already smoke - I don't think I'd have the strength to go to get a pack after THAT story!

One word: EXCELLENT!!!!!

HOT DAY-UM!!!! Look out, making a running dive into KRod's icy pool, followed by sitting in my freezer for awhile.......flashymom, move over please, and is there a tiramisu martini available for me? Thanks!
Considering what lrt, KimT, and I were posting back and forth in the Bobby Dancing thread overnight......::fanning self::

I..........Cant...............Breathe...........................................
.....::thud::