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"A Good Wife" (new ficlet) - rated R
Title: A Good Wife
Pairing/characters: Jon/"Stephen", Jon/Raven
Rating: R
Summary: It's not gay if RAVEN fancies Jon, right? (Sure, "Stephen"...)
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author: Farfalla Caqui
Word Count: a little over 400
Mrs. Raven Stewart reclined comfortably in her chair, admiring the shapely legs that she had propped up in front of her. She made a very pretty portrait of indolence in repose, her dark hair spilling messily over her broad shoulders and her eyes heavy-lidded with relaxed sensuality. She was thinking to herself how glorious it was to be the sexy wife of a rich television pundit, to be the living gem in the crown of his success, and her only responsibility to keep him satisfied with her in every way.
She stretched languidly like a cat in anticipation of fulfilling her duties when he came home after his show that evening. He would walk in the door all fired up from discussing the day’s political misbehavior, and she’d use the skill she’d been developing for years to draw all of his stress toward that one special part of his body, where she could then release it. As his stress disappeared down her throat she’d look up at him with her wide, pencil-lined brown eyes and worship him.
Her life was the life that every woman should dream of, she considered to herself. Was it not one of a woman’s greatest joys--not to mention sacred duties, assigned by God Himself--to minister to her capable husband, the husband who protected her and kept her in comfort and from having to sully her femininity with a career? And she had the greatest prize of all--the embrace of that man every night, a king in his expensive suit and tie--or out of it--and she craved him whenever they were separated.
This was appropriate and right and Godly and good--that a wife should desire her husband with every inch of her skin. What could be more natural? What could be more--American?
“Five minutes, Mr. Colbert.” The voice was muffled by the thick door.
“Be right there!” Stephen snarled, snatching the wig off his head and flinging his feet down from off his desk with such force that he thought for a moment that he had broken his desk chair. Nonsense. All of his possessions were too expensive for that. Including the wig, which he placed carefully but quickly into a secret drawer.
He adjusted his tie, willed away the remnants of a physical reaction that was entirely inappropriate and sinful and unAmerican for a red-blooded heterosexual man like himself, and stalked off towards the studio to go tell his audience who to hate this week.
Pairing/characters: Jon/"Stephen", Jon/Raven
Rating: R
Summary: It's not gay if RAVEN fancies Jon, right? (Sure, "Stephen"...)
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author: Farfalla Caqui
Word Count: a little over 400
Mrs. Raven Stewart reclined comfortably in her chair, admiring the shapely legs that she had propped up in front of her. She made a very pretty portrait of indolence in repose, her dark hair spilling messily over her broad shoulders and her eyes heavy-lidded with relaxed sensuality. She was thinking to herself how glorious it was to be the sexy wife of a rich television pundit, to be the living gem in the crown of his success, and her only responsibility to keep him satisfied with her in every way.
She stretched languidly like a cat in anticipation of fulfilling her duties when he came home after his show that evening. He would walk in the door all fired up from discussing the day’s political misbehavior, and she’d use the skill she’d been developing for years to draw all of his stress toward that one special part of his body, where she could then release it. As his stress disappeared down her throat she’d look up at him with her wide, pencil-lined brown eyes and worship him.
Her life was the life that every woman should dream of, she considered to herself. Was it not one of a woman’s greatest joys--not to mention sacred duties, assigned by God Himself--to minister to her capable husband, the husband who protected her and kept her in comfort and from having to sully her femininity with a career? And she had the greatest prize of all--the embrace of that man every night, a king in his expensive suit and tie--or out of it--and she craved him whenever they were separated.
This was appropriate and right and Godly and good--that a wife should desire her husband with every inch of her skin. What could be more natural? What could be more--American?
“Five minutes, Mr. Colbert.” The voice was muffled by the thick door.
“Be right there!” Stephen snarled, snatching the wig off his head and flinging his feet down from off his desk with such force that he thought for a moment that he had broken his desk chair. Nonsense. All of his possessions were too expensive for that. Including the wig, which he placed carefully but quickly into a secret drawer.
He adjusted his tie, willed away the remnants of a physical reaction that was entirely inappropriate and sinful and unAmerican for a red-blooded heterosexual man like himself, and stalked off towards the studio to go tell his audience who to hate this week.
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Oh, Stephen. Hopefully one day you will be able to use your drag persona to come to terms with the intense attraction you feel for Jon and then you two will be able to live happily ever after.
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I sent this as a Google Docs to my sister-in-law and the confirmation says "You shared Mrs. Raven Stewart" (since that was the filename...) I'm really amused by the implications of that word 'share' :P
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