Thirteen

She settled herself at her computer, tiredness beating her into the ground, but for some odd reason, no matter how tired she was she could count on the girls in the forum to always wake her up. If it wasn’t Jan’s always hot candy, or the various fics from Lainey, Sonja, Tresca and Tara, then Judith always managed to leave a pm or a thud alert that could turn her to goo. Yeah, when push came to shove and numbers and figures where turning her into an automaton she could count on them all.

She saw the flashing flag and winced. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to see what was in her in box. Shaking her head she roamed to the fiction area and grinned to see that Sonja had updated. Well holy fuck she threw a Richie chapter in? Way to go Sonja! Opening a new tab she quickly located some hot Jon and Richie candy and posted her accolades. Damn if that chapter wasn’t hot.

She scanned through the daily drools and voted like she always did. She never told a soul but if the drool posted had a Richie in it, it always won, but then she was pretty damned sure if the Richie, Tico or Dave had a Jon in the pic that one won that category that day too.

Finally she could put it off no longer, so she opened her inbox and yep, as expected there was a reply from Who/Faith/whoever.

She took a sip of her drink as she started to read and nearly spat it out all over her monitor. He was a fuckin’ guy? Jesus Christ, they had a guy on the board? Well Jovi had guy fans too and this one seemed cool enough. He hadn’t caused any troubles, there were no posts in the moderator area about complaints, so maybe it was innocent. She’d just have to keep an eye on this Stephen.

As she read further she started to laugh. He didn’t know what scruff was? She’d have to teach him about that. She grinned as she saw he seemed to agree with her about the ex-wife thing. Hmm, maybe this Stephen wasn’t so bad after all. She read over his explaination of it just being writing partners, well hell how bad could that get, its not like they chatted in aim too do it, there was no up close and personal to it. Yeah that would work. Nothing personal to it at all.

She hit reply and sat there, fingers on keyboard and tried to find a way to describe scruff.

Subject: You gotta be kidding me!

Ok I question your Joviness, come to think of it, I question that maleness you claim to have. How can a man Not know what scruff is? How can a Jovi fan Not know what scruff is?

Ok sport, oh ye of the unenlightened… Scruff is.. a barely there beard. You know a day or two of growth.

Lindsay leaned back, and narrowed her eyes. Well that had as much personality as a piece of wood. Who being a guy was throwing her off and that just wouldn’t do. She had to be herself no matter what.

Ok, well that was as bland and dry as dust wasn’t it? Yeah, See I’m used to talking Jovi with girls and you being a guy I wasn’t talking like I usually talk and that just won’t do. I assume as you started off pretending being a girl for a reason. Maybe it was to fit in, maybe it was to be able to hear how us girls really talk about you guys. So buckle your seat belt Stephen.. You’re about to get an education.

So back to scruff.. barely there beard, but that doesn’t quite explain it, at least not when it comes to Richie, or to the Jonny girls, Bongiovi himself. ((yeah see I remember, Bon Jovi is the band, Bongiovi is the man, and I have taught myself to think accordingly. Shit I'm wandering, see what thinking of scruff can do? Scruff gaah..

Jon’s beard like the rest of him grows pretty heavy, a day or two of not shaving and he has a very nice bit of facial hair. Girls love that shit. A bit too hairy for my tastes, but that’s me. Now Richie on the other hand, those two cute patches on his chin, sometimes a barely there mustache, and once in awhile a goatee. True you saw it more often In Ktf or TD or even The B/C era and not so much now. Guess he’s worried the girls will see the hints of silver and not think him the stud he is at his age. Get real, us girls love a bit of silver..

Now as to what I do for a living. If you call crunching numbers til your eyes cross and bleed then yep baby I’m in a creative job. Come to think of it for some of the more unsavory of the people in the world creative bookkeeping might be the thing. As for little old me I spend my days making sure debits balance with credits. Yeah, I’m a bookkeeper for the town of Woodbridge. REAL exciting right? Haha. Hey it pays my bills and that’s all that matters.

Ok I gotta ask, and maybe I’m stuck on stupid. But are men really as shallow as you just made out? They see just the face body and hair and that’s all that matters? Doesn’t feeling like she thinks the sun rises and sets on you count? Doesn’t the spirit of a person, the soul of a person matter? If it doesn’t all of us girls who aren’t tall, willowy and flaxen haired might as well just go live on a deserted island. I dunno here S., but I thought love was important, more than physical sex, shit lovemaking takes you into a new realm, getting your rocks off just satisfies for a moment. I ask you, wouldn’t you want a woman who didn’t care about looks or fame or money and wanted you just cuz you’re you, no matter if you throw your clothes on the floor, or can’t manage to keep anything clean? Who laughs at your humor and wants to cry when you cry? Oh well poor guys who don’t want that or appreciate it, well I feel sorry for them. ((Ok I feel sorry for women who don’t see that too lol))

Now for the more fun part of the day. I’ve thought about this and thought about it and you’re right, creating is a wonderful process and no matter if its male or female at the helm sometimes a story has to come out, so I’ll work on a new chapter today, but honey you make me feel the least bit uncomfortable and the thread will get locked and the story will come to a close. Nuff said.

Now.. If you had the chance to ask one guy in Bon Jovi a question, which guy would you ask and what would you ask them?

Talk to you soon.

Linds ((yeah call me Linds, Lindsay is too formal for me.))

She sent the message off before moving into the Richie Realm area. Opening the thread she took a deep breath and settled in to re-read what Stephen had just typed. Groaning at the pure heat of the chapter she leaned back for a few, her mind whirling on how to throw him a curve ball. As it came to her, she grinned a most deliciously evil grin and started to type.

5.

“That’s five,” vaguely rings in my ears as I hear the boat tip sideways. Squealing I grab for the sides my eyes reaching out to yours in horror. “You tryin’ to drown me stud?”

Your raspy chuckle sends chills down my spine as you rock the little canoe precariously. “Just a little clean wet fun, don’t ya trust me Darlin?”

I look up at you, a wicked grin coasting onto my lips. “Not one bit,” is my reply. I know you, you’re wicked devil may care attitude. You’ll try anything once, sometimes twice and you’ll damn sure do it just about anywhere. That’s what I love about you, well its one of the things I suppose.

I know you think I’ll squeal and hang on, you’re counting on it to ramp up the excitement factor but love I’m already excited. Maybe a cool dip is just what we both need. As you grin down at me I roll suddenly and flip the boat entirely. I laugh inwardly as you come up spluttering, those long legs of yours kicking to tread water, your insanely long fingers gripping the edges of the canoe to keep afloat. It’s time to turn the tables just a little bit. Good thing I’m a decent swimmer, been known to hold my breath for two minutes or longer at times. I pop up just on the other side of the canoe and laugh at your drowned appeal. Damn even wet your just that sexy.

I take a deep breath and sink, before moving towards you under the water, my hands sliding up along your legs I feel you still for a moment, your body tensing as my lips glide over that wondrous length of you that sends me to heaven so often.

Feeling you harden further I pull away and start swimming for the shore. You’ll follow me, I know you will. As I reach the shore I turn, the water sluicing from my body, the remaining wetness causing the bright sun to make my skin shimmer and just as I turn, I see you quickly swimming for me. I call out to you, a laugh in my voice. “So what’s next lover?”