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charisstomaTitle: Love Between the Sheets
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 957
Prompt provided by Mee_eep: 11. Leave a thoughtful review on a post-it note in a book you really loved.
Someone had left a post-it note inside the mystery book Mike had picked up for reading. They’d stuck it in at the very end where only someone who’d read all the way through the book or had skipped to the end would find it.
“If you liked this book then you might like Three Bedrooms, One Corpse by Charlaine Harris”
He had liked the mystery book he’d read but he didn’t need anybody to search out titles for him. Besides if he liked the book he’d read, it was more than likely that he’d want to exhaust that author’s published list of books before seeking another. He was obsessive like that.
It took him a month to exhaust all of Harris’s mystery books, deciding not to continue with her vampire series after getting to Living Dead in Dallas. But he’d kept the post-it note that he’d found on the last page of Three Bedrooms, and the ones that came after each of the other recommended titles, all hidden at the end of the book. Each book had scenes that were edged ever more titillatingly close to homoerotic content. It was a wild ride of imagination, a mystery played out anonymously, the notes acting as plot points into a story where he was a character. More than one he’d finished up with lotion and his hand.
He’d been strict with himself up to this point, not skipping to the end but this last book … he had. There was no yellow post-it on the last page and it felt like a terrible punishment for cheating. Resolutely he finished the book anyway and checked it in himself at the end of the day, flipping to the very back to remove the date due card. Pulling the card out to recycle it into the pile of other such cards, a folded bright fluorescent pink square fluttered to the floor. The note held only the name of the book and the author. There was no simple ‘you’ll like this next one’, no ‘I liked the setup for that chase scene on the horse’, not even ‘this was a two hands on problem’.
“The Mating of Michael by Eli Easton”
It was a fluke. The writer of the post-its couldn’t know who would check out the books and receive the notes or even if they’d be left inside the books after they’d been read. They couldn’t know his name was Michael.
“I’ve got to get home, family emergency, Chloe flushed her Transformer action figure and James doesn’t know how to dismantle a toilet. I’ll set the alarms so all you have to do is slip out the back hitting the override when you do.” Paul’s, “See you next Thursday Mike,” came out in a rush.
Paul left and he was alone in the building. It was a time he loved, the lights romantically on low as he finished straightening the desk and prepared to shut down the circulation computer. He paused. Quickly Mike sought out the recommendation from the shelves, it wasn’t easy in the dimmed lighting. Plucking the book off the shelf he stopped under one of the few spot lights left on to read the flyleaf. The world went dark.
“Gotcha,” and the book lost itself under a book case in the backroom.
Mike woke upon satin sheets smooth under his bare skin. The room was lit by the flickering of the flames in the fireplace, lending a warmth that almost overcame the drafts from the window.
“Awake my love? It’s taken a convoluted courtship to lure you here. Did you have to read all the books of every author I suggested before going onto the next title?” He laughed in self depreciation and then smiled. “What’s important is that you’re here now for our prolonged completion with option for sequels.” His voice lowered, “many many sequels of ravishment where we live happily ever after between the covers of our book. Did I mention that this book will have mpreg?”
“Wait. I want a ring and commitment in this fantasy.”
“What is more committed then having our love written between the pages of a book and if you want a ring,” he paused picking up a largish velvet box, “I anticipated you. We’ll make it a double ring ceremony for our union, one for you and one for me. It wouldn’t do to end our pleasure too quickly.”
Mike felt the cold metal as it slid down over his erect cock slipped on by Eli’s hand, sitting up to stare at the band pulled snuggly against his balls, and then watched in fascination the glinting of the other ring in the firelight as his book lover seated his. He shivered.
“Don’t worry my love, I’ll keep you warm.”
Years later the book was found and being of an older copyright stamped ‘withdrawn’ and placed on the book sale shelves.
“Look darling that book you wrote for me, they’ve found it and got the copy for sale.”
Eli smiled keeping a watchful eye on their progeny, “then of course we’ll buy it, Love. Better that you do it,” he said quickly, “they’ve made for the children’s section and are sure to tear things apart if left unattended.”
Michael smiled, “Now don’t go blaming me,” pulling him close enough for a hurried kiss. He whispered, “that new vibrating toy you put on me and then went off to read them a bedtime story leaving me tied to the bed frame, that was not a result that can be passed along as an inheritable characteristic.”
Eli laughed returning the kiss, “Buy the book and meet us in the children’s section,” and rushed to follow after their children in an attempt to prevent chaos.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 957
Prompt provided by Mee_eep: 11. Leave a thoughtful review on a post-it note in a book you really loved.
Someone had left a post-it note inside the mystery book Mike had picked up for reading. They’d stuck it in at the very end where only someone who’d read all the way through the book or had skipped to the end would find it.
“If you liked this book then you might like Three Bedrooms, One Corpse by Charlaine Harris”
He had liked the mystery book he’d read but he didn’t need anybody to search out titles for him. Besides if he liked the book he’d read, it was more than likely that he’d want to exhaust that author’s published list of books before seeking another. He was obsessive like that.
It took him a month to exhaust all of Harris’s mystery books, deciding not to continue with her vampire series after getting to Living Dead in Dallas. But he’d kept the post-it note that he’d found on the last page of Three Bedrooms, and the ones that came after each of the other recommended titles, all hidden at the end of the book. Each book had scenes that were edged ever more titillatingly close to homoerotic content. It was a wild ride of imagination, a mystery played out anonymously, the notes acting as plot points into a story where he was a character. More than one he’d finished up with lotion and his hand.
He’d been strict with himself up to this point, not skipping to the end but this last book … he had. There was no yellow post-it on the last page and it felt like a terrible punishment for cheating. Resolutely he finished the book anyway and checked it in himself at the end of the day, flipping to the very back to remove the date due card. Pulling the card out to recycle it into the pile of other such cards, a folded bright fluorescent pink square fluttered to the floor. The note held only the name of the book and the author. There was no simple ‘you’ll like this next one’, no ‘I liked the setup for that chase scene on the horse’, not even ‘this was a two hands on problem’.
“The Mating of Michael by Eli Easton”
It was a fluke. The writer of the post-its couldn’t know who would check out the books and receive the notes or even if they’d be left inside the books after they’d been read. They couldn’t know his name was Michael.
“I’ve got to get home, family emergency, Chloe flushed her Transformer action figure and James doesn’t know how to dismantle a toilet. I’ll set the alarms so all you have to do is slip out the back hitting the override when you do.” Paul’s, “See you next Thursday Mike,” came out in a rush.
Paul left and he was alone in the building. It was a time he loved, the lights romantically on low as he finished straightening the desk and prepared to shut down the circulation computer. He paused. Quickly Mike sought out the recommendation from the shelves, it wasn’t easy in the dimmed lighting. Plucking the book off the shelf he stopped under one of the few spot lights left on to read the flyleaf. The world went dark.
“Gotcha,” and the book lost itself under a book case in the backroom.
Mike woke upon satin sheets smooth under his bare skin. The room was lit by the flickering of the flames in the fireplace, lending a warmth that almost overcame the drafts from the window.
“Awake my love? It’s taken a convoluted courtship to lure you here. Did you have to read all the books of every author I suggested before going onto the next title?” He laughed in self depreciation and then smiled. “What’s important is that you’re here now for our prolonged completion with option for sequels.” His voice lowered, “many many sequels of ravishment where we live happily ever after between the covers of our book. Did I mention that this book will have mpreg?”
“Wait. I want a ring and commitment in this fantasy.”
“What is more committed then having our love written between the pages of a book and if you want a ring,” he paused picking up a largish velvet box, “I anticipated you. We’ll make it a double ring ceremony for our union, one for you and one for me. It wouldn’t do to end our pleasure too quickly.”
Mike felt the cold metal as it slid down over his erect cock slipped on by Eli’s hand, sitting up to stare at the band pulled snuggly against his balls, and then watched in fascination the glinting of the other ring in the firelight as his book lover seated his. He shivered.
“Don’t worry my love, I’ll keep you warm.”
Years later the book was found and being of an older copyright stamped ‘withdrawn’ and placed on the book sale shelves.
“Look darling that book you wrote for me, they’ve found it and got the copy for sale.”
Eli smiled keeping a watchful eye on their progeny, “then of course we’ll buy it, Love. Better that you do it,” he said quickly, “they’ve made for the children’s section and are sure to tear things apart if left unattended.”
Michael smiled, “Now don’t go blaming me,” pulling him close enough for a hurried kiss. He whispered, “that new vibrating toy you put on me and then went off to read them a bedtime story leaving me tied to the bed frame, that was not a result that can be passed along as an inheritable characteristic.”
Eli laughed returning the kiss, “Buy the book and meet us in the children’s section,” and rushed to follow after their children in an attempt to prevent chaos.
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Date: 2014-07-12 11:06 am (UTC)Had a moments confusion over whether his name was Paul/Mike and a little odd seeing an actual author becoming Eli the book djinn.
A nice courtship with a chance of LOTS MORE SEQUELS you say?
Oh if you must!
*huge grin*
*pets the energetic plunny for a job well done*
*pets the Charis for a job well done*
*pats self on back for gaining a fic*
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Date: 2014-07-12 04:41 pm (UTC)Wasn't sure how well this turned out but my body was telling me it didn't like me in a seated position anymore, tired of it. I was supposed to get up and move, remnants of when I didn't feel well. Lying in the comfy chair was okay though.
I didn't think of a book djinn but you are right that fits. YEA.
Mike climbs on high horse, 'what happens between lovers should stay between lovers. And I've got kids reading'. *places hands to keep covers closed* "Eli, get Jeffrey's book before Meep writes more things about our S. E. X. life"
DeAr MSMeEp,
cOUld yoU pLEAse ReCOmmEnD a goOd BoOk.
SiGHed
JeFfrEY
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Date: 2014-07-12 08:57 pm (UTC)Sounds nasty :(
:D Of course he's a djinn - naked on a bed - has to be ;)
Dear Jeffrey,
How nice to see your joy of words.
There was once -
And then... you'll have to read to know!
Regards
Ms Meep
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Date: 2014-07-12 03:37 pm (UTC)Did he know Eli? This sounds like they were acquainted. But it also sounds like magic. Poof, he's in bed. But why would he want a life time commitment out of someone who magiced him naked if he didn't already know the guy?
I feel I'm missing the important bits. Or maybe I'm just tired. The first day this week (an until next Friday) that I could have slept in (and no husband's alarm to wake me up at dawn) and I wake up after less than seven hours sleep (although that's more than I've had in a while). I'm so tired.
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Date: 2014-07-12 04:53 pm (UTC)Personally I think other readers' comments put inside books are intrusive to my reading before and/or during that reading.
I like what I read to unwind itself as it goes until I can't stand it and have to flip to the end to relieve the tension. *grins* Then I go back and read from where I left off.
Meep correctly species identified Eli as a book djinn, which was nebulously floating around in my mind as I wrote this.
Added 2 little words that hopefully clarify that the internal POV is indeed Mike. I was tired and still coming down/up? from this allergy vertigo thing. I get tired or don't eat on time and the malaise comes back. Which is happening now.. not good, not good. Need to eat and maybe a second benadryl. Also washing of eyes.
Thank you.
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Date: 2014-07-12 08:50 pm (UTC)Yes I agree I wouldn't want someone's comments in a book I'm reading if I'm looking for opinions or to query/discuss an aspect I go to goodreads.
I like the kind-bomb idea though.
Definitely read a childrens book once upon a time where books where used as secret postboxes, notes tucked into the little paper pocket where the old-fashioned library cards used to go. *nostaligia*
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Date: 2014-07-12 10:39 pm (UTC)And what vices you didn't have before, you've learned nicely. *grinning snickering*
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Date: 2014-07-13 10:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 10:29 pm (UTC)I've never found a note inside of a book I was reading. I've found other people's hold notices, a shopping list, those little magnetic bookmarks (which I keep) and paper debris, but I generally just throw that away after a glance, so if any of them were notes, I never found out.
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Date: 2014-07-12 10:43 pm (UTC)At work I found a $10 bill once that had been used as a bookmark. It had been there for at least a month. We were able to figure out who the last person was to have the book through nebulous means. The kid was shocked.