FIC: Put A Lid On It

[Devil Doll]

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.

[talldudeX]

Me confused. @.@

[Devil Doll]

Then you need to read it again . i liked it and everyone in the yahoo group said the same, it was funny

[Pisces]

Originally posted by talldudeX

Me confused. @.@

 

That's putting it mildly.

[Redwing]

Ooooooookaaaaayyyyyy

 

I don't even *want* to know what they were doing with that hat/Maul's head