Excerpt from my first fan fiction

​The Honorable Miss Phryne Fisher was a huge inspiration for my female characters. She was sexually liberated and shameless in the best sense of the word.  The chemistry between Jack and Phryne made my toes curl, but when the show ended after three seasons of build up, I snapped and wrote my first piece of fan fiction: a 3,000 word story to give them the happy ending they deserved.

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Here's the excerpt...

​It was a kiss overdue, and he felt a need to make up for so much time.  Her lips, her breath, her skin, soft giggles and softer moans-- it was completely intoxicating.

He let her free for a moment, stared into her eyes, and just as she was formulating a wisecrack, he kissed her again, making it clear that now was not the time for banter.  He gently pulled her hat off in one hand, slipped her coat from her shoulder with the other, and she let it fall to the floor where they stood.  He popped open the button of his jacket, and she easily peeled it from his shoulders and pulled loose his tie.  

She bit his lip gently, then began to slowly kiss his neck, taking a breath from the urgency of their kiss, biting his ear gently, as her fingers opened his shirt and pulled it from his body.  She pressed him against his desk, running her fingers in his hair, softly kissing his mouth, his eyelids, his cheek, his neck.  She seemed to be taking him in, one kiss at a time, giving herself the time to connect with each detail.

Jack watched her do this, breathing deeply, his heart pounding, slipping his hands along her body, grasping her arms, her back, her ass.  He gently, firmly pressed her against him, revealing how much he wanted her.  God, he was desperate for her.

Her fingers worked a slip knot in her dress, allowing it to fall open to him-- her skin, perfect and creamy as ever, in striking contrast with the deep emerald of her silken lingerie.  He scooped her up and nuzzled her breasts, kissing and breathing in the perfume he had kept in his memory since the day she flew away from him.  She laughed breathlessly as he wrapped her legs around his waist, took her ass in both hands and carried her to the fainting couch.  As he sat down, keeping her on his lap, he pulled her face to his, biting her lip, kissing her passionately, hungrily.  She returned in kind, breathless and passionate, scratching his shoulders and grasping his hair.
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