Wrong Place, Right Time - Dialogue Only (Absolute Write Blog Chain - May 2013)

This post is part of the May 2013 Blog Chain at Absolute Write. This month, the prompt is "Dialogue Only."  As if that weren't difficult enough, there's an additional optional prompt "Wrong Place, Right Time."

By the way, my reaction to this prompt was "oh crap." I'm an erotic romance writer--while my characters do their fair share of talking, they're usually preoccupied with other fun stuff. Therefore, I'm sorely out of practice. 

My solution? I'm going to cheat. This flash fiction continues the story from my March 2013 Blog Chain post, What the Leprechaun Said. You should definitely find out where Nulli and the Leprechaun left off before you forge on to read what will likely be a failed experiment. Enjoy!

"Umm, Leprechaun, I'm pretty sure you've brought us to the wrong place."

"You know, Leprechaun is a species, not a name. Call me Shawn."

"As in C-H-A-U-N?"

"As in S-H-A-W-N. Now why is this the wrong place? You agreed to come to my apartment."

"Your apartment's a dungeon?"

"The decor's a bit macabre, but ‘tis my home."

"Well, ‘tis more than I signed up for. You have iron shackles hanging from the walls. And is that a St. Andrew's cross?"

"Woman—we barely know each other and you're already redecorating. It's a good thing I know we’ll end up living happily ever after."

"You might want to dampen your enthusiasm, Shawn. I don’t think this is going to work.”

“Considering the reading material I found at your place, I think it’ll be just fine.”

“You’ve been to my place?”

“I’m a demigod and can teleport to any location in the world. Of course I checked-up on the person I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”

“We met less than half an hour ago. No one is spending the rest of their lives with anyone. By the way, aren’t you immortal?”

“My dear Nulli—Once we consummate our relationship you too will live forever.”

“Well then, all bets are off. I don’t want to live forever and most definitely not with you. Do you have any idea how creepy you are?”

“You like creepy. I followed all the key points in your romances—captive scenarios, kinky sex, and a touch of magic. Turning into a wolf is a bit beneath me. They’re dirty flea-ridden creatures.”

“Those books are FICTION. Nothing about what you’ve done so far is at all romantic.”

“I can’t help but bring up the kiss we just shared—“

“That was reflex. You’re a good kisser. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re giving off serial killer vibes”

“Now, now, no need for name calling. I thought all this equipment was a bit over-the-top myself. I just wanted to fulfill your wildest dreams.”

“What the hell just happened?”

“As you asked, I redecorated.”

“You painted everything pink and added fuzz to the shackles. The color scheme wasn’t the problem.”

“No? What was the problem?”

“The entire place. You know what? This is the very definition of wrong-place-wrong-time. You’ve had your shot. It’s over. Take me home.”

“Now, now, don’t get all pissy.”

“Buddy, you haven’t seen me pissy. Pissy is me grabbing that flogging pole over there and hitting you over the head with it.”

“So you like being the Domme? Hmm…that would be a problem.”

“Urghhh….”

“Joking. Just Joking. Leprechauns are the jesters of the supernatural world, or haven’t you heard? I was just having a bit of fun.”

“…”

“The silent treatment doesn’t work on me you know. I have infinite patience.”

“…”

“You’re being childish. Very childish.”

“…”

“And I’m getting annoyed with you. Leprechauns annoy other people, not the other way around.”

“…”

“Please talk to me.”

“…”

“Pretty please with lots of gold on top.”

“Well, in that case ... Is this real?”

"You can take it to the bank tomorrow.”

“What are you up to now?”

“I'm trying to give you a shoulder massage. Be still. Now, should I stop or should I keep going?”

“Umm… that does feel very nice. Why are you doing this?”

“To make up for what clearly was a very bad joke. By the way, you seem a little tense.”

“I wonder why.”

“Me too. If you go sit on the bench over there, I’ll give you a foot rub.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“I give awesome foot rubs, just so you know.”

“And that bench wasn’t made for sitting.”

“You have a point. We can do other stuff on it-- Whoa, there. Got the message loud and clear. Too soon, ehh?”

“That is the understatement of the century”

“You were ready to jump my bones right after we kissed.”

“It was a lapse in judgment.”

“It was a good lapse. You’re thinking about this too hard. You should just feel.”

“If you could focus on the shoulder blades—“

“Like this?”

“Oh yes. That feels like heaven.”

“This is not even close to how I’ll make you feel later. Any chance we can lose the shirt—for purely therapeutic purposes?”

“Nope.”

“Your loss. My fingers are magical you know.”

“I figured.”

“I have other body parts that are also magical. I can make it do all sorts of things.”

“Shawn.”

“What? TMI?”

“In a big way.”

“You’re blushing. Your pulse picked up. I’m making progress.”

“My face is red and my heart’s beating faster because I’m angry. Trust me, we’ve regressed.”

“Liar.”

“I most certainly am not.”

“I can prove it.”

“Oh yeah? How.”

“By doing this.”

“…”

“Took your breath away, didn’t I?”

“You were literally blocking a major airway, so yes.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Admit it. This might be the wrong place. But I’m the right guy, and this is the right time.”

“The jury’s still out on all counts.”

“May be this will move things along.”

“…”

“…”

“All this proves is you’re a good kisser. That’s not exactly news.”

“You have the softest skin. Mind if I bite you?”

“Umm.”

“I’ll take that as a no. Why don’t I get this shirt out of the way?”

“Ohh…”

“…”

“…”

“You know--green is my favorite color. Too bad this pretty lace isn’t going to make it through the night.”

“Shawn…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“I…ohh…”

“…”

“...”

“Nulli?”

“Yes?”

“I think now’s the right time to discuss these fluffy pink handcuffs.”

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orion_mk3 - http://nonexistentbooks.wordpress.com (link to post)
Ralph Pines - http://ralfast.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
articshark - http://www.drslaten.com/blog (link to post)
Sudo_One - http://sudoone.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
Nissie - http://www.rinchupeco.com/ (link to post)
Angyl78 - http://jelyzabeth.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
Lady Cat - http://randomwriterlythoughts.blogspot.ca/ (link to post)
U2Girl - http://ancatdubh.org/ (link to post)
MsLaylaCakes - http://www.taraquan.com/ (You Are Here)
SuzanneSeese - http://www.viewofsue.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
LanaK - http://lanaketrick.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
in_one - http://quirkythomas.blogspot.com/ (link to post)

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Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, she enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Visit Tara at www.taraquan.com

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Heather and the French Chef Part 1 - April Fools (Absolute Write Blog Chain - April 2013)

This post is part of the April 2013 Blog Chain at Absolute Write. This month, the prompt is "April Fools."  [Forgive me: I have writer's block!] "Heather, I need your attention."

"Umm...Hmm..." She replied as she swiped the screen on her ebook reader and loaded the next page. Lily the werewolf hunter was about to engage in some sword action with the Alpha of the Prairie Wolves Clan--the oh-so-yummy immortal whom Heather had no doubt will later tear up the sheets with her favorite heroine.

"The kitchen's on fire."

"Uh huh. Yes, I'm listening." Lily just got nicked, and all this aggresssion was calling to the werewolf's most basic instincts. Things were just about to get interesting. Heather crinkled her nose. There was an odd smell in the air.

The sound of rushing water preceded loud thumping noises. "Nevermind, I put it out."

The shifter had just broken the enchanted sword in half was about to sink his fangs into Lily's throat. The Hunter reached for a hidden blade in her boot.

The ebook reader was yanked out of Heather's hands. When she looked up, it was to meet Pierre's irate blue gaze. This was unacceptable. He knew better than to interrupt her while she read. "Can I help you?"

Her roommate tapped his bare foot on the floor as he pointed in the general direction of their shared kitchen. "The roast needed to be out of the oven an hour ago. You said you would do it."

The man's curly black hair was ruffled. A thick stubble indicated he hadn't shaved for at least a day or two. There were black smudges on his neck and arms. Dressed in worn jeans and a sooty white tee-shirt, he still managed to look devasting. The French accent might have something to do with it.

She tried to recall the referenced conversation. She vaguely remembered saying "Sure" when Pierre told her he was running out to get some wine. She slumped. He did say something about a roast.

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Pffttt...of course it will. It happens at least once a month." The schedule coincided with the times Pierre asked her to watch over something time-sensitive. He should have learned by now their concepts of time couldn't be more different. "This is the last straw. I'm moving out."

She blinked. "What?"

"I will find a new dwelling tomorrow. I need a bigger kitchen. The restaurant is making money. I can afford to buy my own place."

Her mind whirled. Was today really the day? "Are you sure? I mean, I thought you loved the location?"

She inherited the two-bedroom condo from her grandmother five years ago. This man had been her tenant for the past two. Compared to the psychos who preceded him, Pierre was perfect. He paid his rent on time, was OCD about cleanliness, and cooked spectacular meals. She'd gained several pounds since they'd met, and she didn't regret a single souffle. His hand-made chocolate truffles were also to die for.

Nonetheless, she couldn't be more happy about his decision to move out.

"When do I ever say things I am not sure about?" He replied as he placed one hand on his hip.

She jumped to her feet. "Thank goodness!"

He frowned and looked suddenly bemused. "You want me to leave?" He couldn't sound more shocked. It was curious since he was the one who made the annoucement.

She resisted the urge to clap her hands with glee. "Financial and culinary implications aside, I've been waiting for this moment forever. If you're no longer going to be my tenant, I don't have to worry about damaging our relationship."

He looked at her as if she'd grown two heads. At times like these, showing was better than telling.

She circled her arms around his nape. All she had to do for their lips to meet was tilt her head. There were perks to being tall. The taste of dark chocolate and smoked sea salt motivated her to further explore. The man was more delicious than all his desserts combined.

One of his hands lifted to her waist. She was the opposite of willowy, but he handled her so gently she felt delicate. Any doubts she had faded as he responded to her kiss by delving his tongue into her mouth.

He gently lowered her eReader onto the coffee table. With his now free hand, he combed his fingers through her short curls and tilted her head for better access. He guided her onto their well-worn sofa. Her back met soft cushions. Her hands dropped from his nape to caress his shoulders and chest. Since he tasted everything he made, he wasn't fashionably lean. But he felt strong, solid, and utterly perfect.

He broke the kiss. His face hovered a few inches from hers. His breath came in harsh heavy pants that matched her own. "Before we continue, I should remind you of something."

She frowned. What could possibly be so important?

He looked pained and just a little guilty. "Today is April 1st. I was told there is an American tradition I should observe on this day."

She blinked rapidly. Her brain cells fired. When his meaning finally made its way through her kiss-addled mind, she gasped. "You're not moving out are you?"

The sheepish look on his face was all the answer she needed. "April Fools!"

Check out this month’s other bloggers, all of whom have posted or will post their own responses:

Participants and posts:
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Ralph Pines - http://ralfast.wordpress.com (link to post)
Angyl78 - http://jelyzabeth.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
Araenvo - http://www.simonpclark.com/ (link to post)
MsLaylaCakes - http://www.taraquan.com/ (You Are Here)
Lady Cat - http://randomwriterlythoughts.blogspot.ca/ (link to post)
LanaK - http://lanaketrick.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
Lyra Jean - http://beyondtourism.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
Sudo_One - http://sudoone.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
articshark - http://www.drslaten.com/blog (link to post)
Ghostwriter-Mom - http://www.fictionblueprints.com/ (link to post)
Bloo - http://www.emergencyroomproductions.net/ (link to post)
in_one - http://quirkythomas.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
egoodlett - http://ellengoodlett.com/blog/ (link to post)

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Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, she enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Visit Tara at www.taraquan.com

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Nulli and the Leprechaun Part 1 - What the Leprechaun Said (Absolute Write Blog Chain - March 2013)

This post is part of the March 2013 Blog Chain at Absolute Write. This month, the prompt is "What the Leprechaun Said." Nulli hesitated outside the Irish pub next to her favorite Chinese take-out place. In front of the door was a cut-out of a Leprechaun. It had a speech bubble saying "Come in!"

It was a tempting proposition even though she really wasn't a pub kind of gal. She worked 8-10 hour shifts and adhered to a gym routine, so the prospect of drinking the night away made her shudder. Her feet hurt. Part of her wanted to go home, curl up on the coach, and watch her favorite episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

But five straight days General Tso's chicken was stretching the limits of culinary stagnation. This pub made awesome fish and chips. It was St. Patrick's Day. How bad could it be?

Pretty bad, she thought as she stepped through the heavy black door. The air was saturated with smoke. Men in green hats stood shoulder to shoulder with beer in hand. It wasn't worth it. She immediately backed up toward the exit and hit a solid male chest.

She turned and sniffed. Burberry--the guy had good taste. She tilted her head up and looked past the shadowed square jaw to meet his dark green gaze. A blush crept over her cheeks. She felt her heart speed. With red hair and a boyish grin, he was exactly her type.

"Excuse me," Nulli murmured as she tried to step around the delicious male specimen. "I'm trying to--"

"Let me seat you." His voice was low and commanding.

He was holding a leather-covered menu.  It was odd since she didn't remember seeing it in his hands before. He wasn't wearing a server uniform, so he must be the host. She was tempted to stay, just for the added benefit of eye-candy, but logic won. "I didn't expect it to be this crowded. I'll come back--"

"There's outdoor seating," he interrupted.

That made a difference. She eyed the jam-packed general vicinity. "How long's the wait?"

His smile was a flash of white teeth. "None. Just follow me."

He started walking before she had time to respond. Leaving now would be impolite, so she followed him through the crowd. After what felt like a life-time of elbowing her way through, they reached the back door. He held it open.

She frowned. It was pitch dark on the other side. The city was never that dark. Survival instincts kicked-in and she opened her mouth to scream. A large rough hand closed over her mouth. Another arm manacled her torso. Body heat hit her back. Too much heat.

Not one to give-up, she stomped down hard on the foot behind her. She heard a grunt, but his hold on her didn't relent. She elbowed his stomach as hard as she could. Her efforts had no effect.

She struggled as the man lifted her body off the ground and stepped through the door. He continued into the dark, and she heard it slam shut. In a flash, the darkness melted away against a cascade of gold and orange light.

In that same instant, Nulli was free. She pivoted to face her captor, whose suit jacket had changed from black to green. He had a wide grin on his face and his eyes sparkled. He was holding a stein of beer. When he spoke, his tone was far too amused. "I thought you'd never come in."

She turned a full circle and confirmed she was in a room with no exits. Curved metal walls surrounded her. No doors, no windows.  "What the hell is going on?"

The man shrugged. "This is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow."

"Why am I in it?"

He cocked his head to the side and seemed to consider her question very carefully. "I wanted to ask you out on a date, and it was too loud in the bar."

"So you kidnapped me?" Her voice sounded like a shriek as it echoed in the pot.

He had the gall to roll his eyes at her. "I see the future. We will live happily ever after. I thought we could skip over the boring bits."

She crossed her arms. "And you think I'll just take your word for that? Leprechauns are known for playing tricks."

He shook his head. His eyes widened into an expression of innocence. "Who? Us? You must have me confused with..."

Nulli lifted her hand to demand silence. She needed convince this lunatic leprechaun to let her out of his pot. "I'll go on a date with you, and may be after a few weeks," but probably closer to a few centuries, "I'll come back to this pot with you."

The leprechaun heaved a dramatic sigh. "Humans make things too complicated. Fine, but I get one kiss before we go."

She opened her mouth to argue then stopped herself. It was a small price to pay for freedom.

Her acquiescence must have been apparent. The beer stein in his hand went away with a pop. He disappeared before reappearing right in front of her a moment later. His finger was on her chin, tilting her face up. Before she had time to think, his mouth closed over hers.

She didn't know what she expected, but a soft brushing of lips wasn't it. It startled her enough her lips parted to inadvertently give him access. He teased with his tongue, nibbled and sucked, but he didn't push. She felt her body relax, and only then did his hands circle her waist. The tug was gentle, but she was lured by his heat. Her hands rose to rest against his chest. She lifted onto her toes. A soft moan escaped her throat. Her eyes drifted shut.

When they opened, she was in front of the pub. The man who had just kissed all thought from her mind was standing where the leprechaun cutout once was. He looked smug, but utterly kissable.

The decision was far too easy. "Why don't we skip the boring bits and go to my apartment?"

Check out this month’s other bloggers, all of whom have posted or will post their own responses:

Participants and posts:
orion_mk3 - http://nonexistentbooks.wordpress.com (link to post) 
robeiae - http://thepondsofhappenstance.blogspot.com/ (link to post) 
writingismypassion - http://charityfaye.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
Sudo_One - http://sudoone.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
randi.lee - http://emotionalnovel.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
pyrosama - http://matrix-hole.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
katci13 - http://www.krystalsquared.net/ (link to post)
MsLaylaCakes - http://taraquan.com/ (me)
Angyl78 - http://jelyzabeth.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
KitCat - http://twilightasylum.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
Bloo - http://www.emergencyroomproductions.net/ (link to post)
dlclary - http://davidwclary.com (link to post)
ConnieBDowell - http://bookechoes.com/ (link to post)
Lady Cat - http://carolsrandomness.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
Araenvo - http://www.simonpclark.com/ (link to post)
MichaelP - http://portablemagicblog.com/ (link to post)
Ralph Pines - http://ralfast.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
Mdgreene50 - http://gettotheinside.blogspot.com (link to post)
SRHowen - http://srhowen1.blogspot.com/ (link to post)
meowzbark - http://www.lizzylessard.com/ (link to post)
areteus - http://lurkingmusings.wordpress.com/ (link to post)
dolores haze - http://dianedooley.wordpress.com/ (link to post)

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Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, she enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Visit Tara at www.taraquan.com

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