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What's Your Fantasy	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Friday the 13th: The Series. I make no fundage from this, Bro Namath.

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When I come to, I’m aware of his absence first and the sound of running water cutting off second, unable to open my eyes for a few beats. I still feel rather boneless and liquified. Je-fucking-sus. I’m finally able to peel my lids from my eyeballs and see Ryan coming toward me from the bathroom. He’s gotten rid of the shirt and is nude, still balancing a set of very messy specs on his nose as he crouches down and scoops me up. “Good, you’re awake.” He acknowledges, carrying me into the bathroom. The overhead light is shut off, but he’s got candles lit and glowing in abundance on most of the available surfaces. He sets me onto the counter and kneels down to work on the belt buckle, releasing my ankles from their bonds and gently removing my shoes and socks as I notice our clawfoot tub filled with bubbles, softly popping sounds adding to the subdued ambiance.
          Oh, a bath sounds perfect right now. He picks me up off the counter and places me into the bubbles with care in the center of the tub, stepping in to settle down behind me. I feel his legs slipping around my body as he cradles me between them, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls my back against his chest, crushing white suds between us. This is akin to soothing, tranquil Utopia. The warm water feels so good on my overworked body. My muscles have gone through the ringer tonight, in the most pleasurable way possible. Goddamn, I am so blessed by his loving, considerate nature. He really is just the absolute best. I turn my face and tilt it up as his comes down and meets mine in the barest of grazes before his lips gift me a with a kiss that’s as sweet as the dessert traces still smudged on his glasses. My arms fold over his wrapped around me as I respond to his candy kiss and relax into the heat of his body and the warmth of the sudsy water.
          “My fucking God, Ryan.” I finally say after I break our kiss in breathless awe.
          “My sentiments exactly.” He laughs, “Words cannot express how immensely grateful for you that I am. I love you so fucking much.”
          “And I love you, Master.” I tease him, nipping slightly at his jawline with my teeth, “I don’t think I’m recovering from the stupid you fucked into me tonight. My brain feels like tapioca.”
          “I’ll take that as high praise.” He chuckles, reaching for the clean washcloth hanging on the bar next to the tub with his left hand and plunging it under the bubbles, moving it softly over my stomach and up my torso. “I send that praise back with interest for that amazing striptease, woman. You don’t just fulfill fantasies, you transcend them. Bra-fucking-vo.”
          “So glad you liked.” I giggle as he caresses the washcloth over my breasts.
          “Liked? Talk about your understatements. How did you get your hands on that uniform so fast, by the way?” Ryan asks.
          “Quiara. She was very instrumental after the details of our fantasy fulfillment came out. Not my intention, but our phone conversation was eavesdropped and disclosed by her Major Domo, Andre.”
          “What is a Major Domo?” He laughs out his question.
          “Basically a glorified head butler.” I answer, “Anyway, Andre and my sisters put me through a lot of coaching over the weekend so I wouldn’t disappoint, and Quiara gave me her old uniform.”
          “Well, thank her for me the next time you talk to her. And for the record, there is no *way* that you would have disappointed me. But I appreciate the effort. Fifteen out of ten.” Ryan compliments, running the washcloth along my shoulders and upper plane of my chest.
          “Thank you. Believe me, it wasn’t easy for me. I had a lot to learn, and honestly was a little terrified.” I admit, stealing the washcloth from his grip and turning a little to run it along his chest and neck.
          “Huh. You hid it well. Full honesty? *I* was a little scared to dominate you. *That* wasn’t easy for me.”
          I look at him a bit incredulous, “Really? Well, you were perfect. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” I praise, removing his messy glasses and dunking them into the soapy water as I run the cloth along his sticky cheeks and chin.
          “You know I would rather die than actually hurt you, right?” He asks me softly, his eyes almost pleading as I continue to clean his face.
          “I know. I wouldn’t have asked you to do it if I thought otherwise.” I console him, popping his dripping sudsy glasses back to the perch on his nose and pecking him quickly on the lips, “You absolutely nailed it, Ryan. If you couldn’t already tell, I *really* enjoyed everything you did.”
          He smiles widely, “I didn’t hear Uncle even once.” His right hand coated in bubbles cups my chin and pulls me into another kiss that distills me into liquid. I drop the washcloth into the water and wrap my arms around his neck as I twist my body to connect torso to torso, returning the kiss with as much energy as I can garner. I’m so relaxed right now I’m almost beyond dizzy. Even the amber glow of the candles is contributing to this affect currently.
          I finally break our kiss, smiling dreamily at him, “The bubble bath by candlelight is a nice touch, if I hadn’t said it already.”
          “You hadn’t, but in our ongoing effort for full disclosure, I should let you know that the striptease wasn’t the *only* fantasy you fulfilled tonight.”
          “Really? What else?” I ask, curious and highly amused.
          “All of it. Bath included.” He admits to my wonderous expression.
          “*All* of it? Even my end?” I’m slightly confused, “I thought you said you were afraid.”
          “I was, but that doesn’t mean that I hadn’t fantasized about it before. What can I say? Men can be complicated creatures sometimes, Micki. But yes, everything that we did tonight had at one time or another been featured in the pornographic movie starring you in my mind. I have over a year’s worth of material. We just scratched the surface tonight.” He’s retrieved the washcloth floating in the water and starts running it over my back in gentle, roaming circles.
          I continue to gaze at him in a sort of gobsmacked amazement, “Wow.” It’s all I can say.
          “Are you mad?” he asks me hesitantly, searching my face as he continues to move the washcloth on my lower back.
          His concern tickles me for some reason and I dissolve into laughter. Is he serious? “Why on Earth would I be mad? That was incredible.” I manage out through laughter, “I’m just a little blown away by the wonderful creativity of your mind at the moment.”
          “Thank God.” He laughs back in relief, “Fucking A, I love you. You really are too good to be true.”
          “Right back at you.” I counter, leaning up for another kiss. Mm, delicious. “Did I bring *anything* to the table tonight, or was this exclusively your brain child?”
          “Three things, actually. Glasses, lollipop, and champagne blowjob.” He lists off, smiling. “All valuable contributions, though, I’m going to really have to detail my specs to clean them up for future use.” Ryan pulls them off his face, examining the smudges still clinging to the lenses, “I do need to use these to see, occasionally.”
          “A little Windex will clean them right up. Your glasses will live to see you through another sexy day, at least.” I joke, sliding my hands down his neck and chest.
          Ryan reaches down and sets his glasses on the floor next to the tub, “You really like me in these?”
          “Now who’s guilty of understatement?” I laugh at him, “Yes, Ryan, I find you incredibly sexy in them. Always have.”
          “I’ll keep that in mind.” He says in an amused chuckle, “Speaking of sexy, the pigtails are an excellent look for you. Jesus.”
          “Well, I’ll keep *that* in mind.” I giggle as I move in for another kiss. His arms wrap around my back as our mouths meet in a soft, slow, passionate one that dizzies me into ultimate relaxation. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to remain conscious. I break our kiss and rest my head on his left shoulder, closing my eyes, “We only scratched the surface tonight?” I mumble in my sleepy haze.
          “Yeah. Are we thinking about a reprise sometime in the future?” Ryan asks, gently curious as his hands caress my back.
          “Mmm-hmm. Tell me more about it when I’m back to compos mentis, though.” I respond, yawning hard against his shoulder.
          “And that’s my cue to dry us off and get you into bed.” He laughs, sitting up and bringing me with him. He pulls me out of the tub with caution and dries me off with a towel as I sway in semi-awareness, falling fast. He has to pick me up and carry me to bed, because I’m so exhausted it’s impossible to walk right now.
          Ryan lays me down against my pillows and disappears for a few minutes as I snuggle sleepily in my blankets. My eyes are closed, but I am aware of him sliding in next to me and wrapping me in his arms, “Where’d you go?” I slur as I cuddle into his chest.
          “Had to blow out the candles in the bathroom so we don’t burn the place down.” He answers, “We can clean up the rest of the mess in the morning.”
          “’kay.” I kiss the closest patch of flesh and float further into my exhaustion. “Love you much.”
          I feel a tender kiss on my forehead as he holds me tighter in his embrace, “Love you too. I can’t thank you enough for tonight, lady. I meant it; you’re a goddamn miracle.”
          “So are you.” I give another hard yawn and drift off, firmly believing every syllable.
          Mmm, he really is all of the outstandingly good things. I’m looking forward to hearing more about his year long fantasy catalogue. But not right now.
          Right now, we sleep.

End! (knocks mic stand to the ground)

“My love is like…Wo
My kiss is like…Wo
My touch is like…Wo
My sex is like…Wo
My ass is like…Wo
My body’s like…Wo
And you’re kissin’ it,
So what you think of it…” ~Mya “My Love is Like…Wo”

Author’s Note of Closing, G-Funks: Again, I had a blast writing this one, and I have Ludacris to thank for the soundtrack in my writing excursion; jamming the title song What’s Your Fantasy, but I also have to give big ups to Splash Waterfalls, End of the Night, Freaky Thangs, and Sex Room, along with his contributions on Ciara’s Oh and Missy Elliot’s One Minute Man. Oh and for the stripping scenes, I got a lot of help from How Low, P-Poppin’, and Money Maker as well. I figured since Ryan is kind of the whipping boy on Friday the 13^th: The Series (He’s always biffing and getting into klutzy antics by his own doing, along with constantly getting his ass kicked, not to mention the show loves to freeze him in goofy face at the end of a good number of episodes), the least that I could do for him is bless him with the ability to hit the skins like Ludacris. Poor boy has got to be good at *something* besides rushing headlong into getting fucked up by his own doing. I also had a lot of fun with Micki’s friend Quiara, basing her loosely off of a cross between Paris Hilton and Lila Fowler from the Sweet Valley books, mixed with the right amount of cool. Ditto with Micki’s sister; I had to do my due diligence and make sure I wasn’t overlooking her name in the canon of the show, but funnily, she’s only referred to as ‘Micki’s sister’ on the actual show and no evidence popped up of any official name, so I had to come up with that one on my own. And, for a major character on a show, Micki herself has a rather bare backstory, so filling in her blanks was another challenge that I hope I overcame properly. I asked my husband about it, and he said “I just figured Micki emerged from behind a waterfall one day” as a way of explaining her mysterious presence. Possibly my favorite explanation for her origin, by the way. Husband, you rule. Just saying. And with all of that, I’m saying peaces like Reeses. Lates.
“Enough with tips and advice and thangs
I’m big dog, havin’ women seein’ stripes and thangs
They go to sleep, start snorin’, countin’ sheep and shit,
They so wet that they body start to leak and shit…” ~Ludacris/Missy Elliot “One Minute Man”
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