Devil Doll Posted September 6, 2002 Posted September 6, 2002 I want to put this little fan fiction here, I found it very very good and I want to show it, it came from a SW yahoo group and I will tell to the author that i put her Fic here, I hope you like it Title: Put a Lid On It [1/1] Author: Silver Alaska Rating: PG-13, more for implications than anything else. Feedback: Give it to me, baby. Archive: Anyone who wants this. Just make sure you tell me so I can visit:). Disclaimer: The character belongs to Lucas but the depravity that caused this situation to be written about does not. Author's Note: Khylea, I'm lookin' at you. And thanks for the beta, too. "If you don't wear protection, I won't sleep with you again! There are too many risks without you covered!" she'd said that morning. I'll do it, because I love her. I'll do it, because really, it's a small price to pay to get some. But damn if I won't feel stupid. So, out I go to buy some protection that I hope will suit her. The store I go to has quite the selection . . . do people really wear them in such wild colors?! I suppose I'd like plain, but the wilder ones keep catching my eye. Multicolored, with a propeller? Oversized, with tassels? I pick up several and take them to the bathroom to try them on in secret. I'm probably not supposed to be doing this. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I slip on a propellered one. It's too small. I think I tore it. Dammit, I knew I should've measured myself. I would've felt so self-conscious doing it, though, and I sure as hell wasn't going to do it in front of her. The one with tassels is too big and the tassels are tickling me. A quick glance at my reflection confirms that I look as ridiculous as I feel. I try a red one, as I think it will complement my coloring. The red looks strange on me; in fact, it makes me look oddly . . . cheerful. No, that won't do at all. As I am removing the red one, the bathroom door bangs open and a man walks in. I try to hide the stack behind me, but the torn propellered one falls to the floor. The man looks at it and looks up at me. "Are you *trying those on* in here?! Freak! I'm getting a manager." The guy slams out of the bathroom, and I look at myself in the mirror. I suppose I do look like a freak with that discarded propeller thing at my feet, and the red one, which isn't much better, half-on and half-off. I decide I need to skedaddle before Mr. Outrage comes back with the manager, so I grab a black one off my stack and put it on quickly. It looks almost dignified on me, and it fits properly. I pick it up and scoot up to the checkout, glancing around furtively, on the lookout for my "friend." The clerk nods at me knowingly. "Ah, I think your girlfriend will like this on you. I think this will please her very much." "I hope so," I reply, quickly handing him a fistful of credits. I grab the bag and leave before he can make change. When I get to her place, she opens the door, smiling at me. I kiss her enthusiastically. "Well, hello to you, too," she says, amused. "Is that what I think it is in that bag?" "Of course it is, dearest." She grins at that and leads me to her bedroom. ******* Later, as we bask in the afterglow, she murmurs, "That was wonderful." "Yes, dearest, it was," I reply. "I thought this would decrease sensation, but it didn't at all." "Maul, darling, I'm so glad you bought that hat. I didn't need any more scratches." I grin at the black fedora on the nightstand.
Devil Doll Posted September 6, 2002 Author Posted September 6, 2002 Then you need to read it again . i liked it and everyone in the yahoo group said the same, it was funny
Pisces Posted September 6, 2002 Posted September 6, 2002 Originally posted by talldudeX Me confused. @.@ That's putting it mildly.
Redwing Posted September 6, 2002 Posted September 6, 2002 Ooooooookaaaaayyyyyy I don't even *want* to know what they were doing with that hat/Maul's head
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