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Freaky Thangs	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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          Ah, the finishing touch of our fantasy affairs, the sweet candlelit cuddle in the bubble bath has always been one of my favorites. It took a little while for us to get here, kissing until we passed out after the weird Lloyd interruption and waking up a few hours later, finding it a little easier to move after our nap and staggering up to the Goods Lair.
          Micki called Quiara while I worked on getting the candles lit, water running and our clawfoot filled with fluffy white bubbles. There is nothing better after an exhausted nap on a cold, wet floor than a nice hot bath as the love of my life’s soft silky body rests against mine. This really is the life. That was quite the workout, my Jesus. I think Micki and I have probably collectively lost about 10 pounds since beginning our sexcapades together. Well, it’s a good thing we got our beach bodies together. Quiara’s swiping us in her private jet at four in the afternoon tomorrow.
          Micki whines, arms lifted and fingers glancing on my shoulders behind her as I give her stomach the washrag’s attentions, “Hmm, we have to get up so early tomorrow to get everything done. It’s impossible to tell Quiara the word ‘no’, though. She refuses it like a second date.”
          “We’ll have to dig deep, but it’ll be worth it in the end. I can’t believe Quiara is reimbursing us for lost sales while the store’s closed. Such generosity. I’m jazzed to finally meet her in the flesh.” I mean it, too. Quiara’s always seemed like good people, and is tops gorgeous from the pictures I’ve seen.
          “Well, the money is nothing at all to her, so she’d hate if you said anything about it, but I *do* know that she’s been dying to meet you.” Micki answers me, tickling me on my neck with her roaming fingers and making me jerk under her.
          I recover quickly, though. “Our first vacation together. A *real* one, no object hunting. It’s going to be *great*.” I muse, sliding the rag up to clean her breasts with a massaging caress, “What a nice extra after an outstanding evening.”
          “Oh my *God*, yes it was.” She agrees, tilting her head and beckoning me in to a kiss. She doesn’t have to tell me twice. My lips meet hers happily and sink nice and long in the feeding of that addiction. This one’s all lingering gentle passion, matching the ambiance of glowing orange light and warm, bubbly water. She breaks away and laughs, “I have continuing admiration for your wonderful imagination. The sexiest of Walter Mitty’s.”
          “I appreciate the compliment, but have to give credit where it’s due. We both dreamed up the theme, that wasn’t just me.” I’m moving the rag along her left arm now as we converse almost cheek to cheek, “I didn’t get too dark with it? I was so afraid of going overboard, in spite of the research.”
          “Uncle never even had a wisp of passing through my mind, so no, Ryan, you were nothing but incredibly sexy tonight. My fucking lord.” Micki’s mouth grants me a very sensual blessing, shifting in my arms and pressing her soapy wet breasts into my chest.
          Luckiest Motherfucker on the Planet. Right here, everyone. This guy.
          “I send all that right back to you. Holy shiiiiiit. Colleen Camp, eat your heart out.” I’m able to finally respond after that last extra-lengthy kiss.
          “I love you.” She laughs, “I’m such a happy, contented little slave.”
          “And I am yours.” My response is soft, but with a smile, “And *so* in love with you.”
          You know this just prompted another kiss, drawn in to the seduction of that kitten soft tongue. My fingers drift along her wet, bubble coated back as hers glide into a caress of the sides of my face, adoring me with her gorgeous mouth and loving hands. There she goes, surpassing that imagination again. Before all this, I allowed multitudes of sexual fantasies about her, but couldn’t bring myself to imagine her being in love with me. Especially after falling so hard for her, I didn’t want to give myself false hope.
          How wild that she was feeling the same way for the longest time and neither of us knew. I am so glad we came clean.
          “I’m still just mortified about Lloyd.” Micki sighs, fingers sliding into my hair as she pulls her mouth back and rolls her eyes.
          “Serves him right. Maybe he’ll finally get the net that he needs to announce himself before walking in like he owns the place. Besides, after seeing my bare ass in all it’s glory, I’m sure we’ve seen the last of Lloyd.” I chuckle, my hands exploring her behind in a soft massage under the bubbly water.
          “Well, it is a really cute ass. He should thank you for the privilege.” Micki teases me, stealing a quick tongue kiss, “We couldn’t be escaping town at a better time. It’ll be wonderful trading cold city life for a nice, warm island for a whole week. We need this so much.”
          “Yes, we do. So what are we talking here? What am I in for?” I ask her jovially.
          “Well, you’ll probably need to start preparing mentally now for Quiara’s hedonism, but it’ll be surrounded by consequence free luxury. Her island is basically her playground in tropical paradise.” She tells me to my delight.
          “Quiara’s island-owning rich?” I mean, I knew she was loaded, but that’s another level.
          “Yes. We don’t have to worry about a thing for the entire upcoming week. We will be very pampered and it will be lovely.” Micki smiles, those big aqua eyes drooping more every second.
          “Hedonism, eh? Well, we did get an excellent start with that tonight, so congrats to us on our leg up.” I kid her.
          “I hate to do it, but unless we’re sleeping in the tub tonight, it’s time to take our snuggle to bed, my love.” Micki’s yawn and lack of response to my last jibe is telling.
          “Your wish is my command, sleepyhead.” I smile, following her lead as she moves to get out of the tub.
          We towel off and blow out the candles together, too exhausted to tackle the rest until morning. Not only are we going to have to give the Curious Goods storefront a good cleaning and stash our sexy evidence, we have to pack for a week long trip, secure the storefront, get a bank drop in, leave contact info for Jack…
          So fucking worth it, though.
          We get the last candle extinguished and amble slowly to our bedroom. “So, was Electric Boogaloo as incredible for you as it was for me?”
          “It transcended incredible, Ryan.” She answers, crossing through the French doors with a sleepy smile.
          “Told you the name wouldn’t matter.” I grin in my own lethargic but devious way as I follow behind her.
End Muthafuckas! Ker-Plow! Boosh.

“Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up
Freaky Thangs, we be ‘bout ‘em…” ~Ludacris “Freaky Thangs”

Closin’ it down with the Author: Oh man, I fucking love this series. I never thought I’d have this much fun exploring these episodes this way, and I’m so glad I gave it the old college try. I sat on gestating this tale for a while after the last one, suffering a personal setback that took me out of commission for a while. I dug deep, though, and with the help of my muse Ludacris and special guests Missy Elliot, Busta Rhymes, Ciara, Justin Timberlake, and Lovage, got that cape back on Ryan’s dick and Micki’s splash waterfalls rocking in full effect. I’d like to give a shout to Marie96 for giving me the idea for the Lloyd cameo. I hopes you likes, and am still mad stoked I’m not alone in mah Micki and Ryan shipperdom. Hayhayhay. I also want to give the biggest of ups to my own personal soulmate husband Ryan, who did a great job inspiring a lot of this dirty goodness. Alright, I’m out this bitch, coming up with idears for the next one. Lates.
“Ludacris can’t hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Secrets
And your body I won’t misguide, mistreat, or mislead it
Hate it up, love it, they can’t cut it, so strut it
Number one shaker, like Vick’s vapor, I wanna fuckin’ rub it…” ~Ludacris “Woozy”
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