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Unhappily Ever After- Chapter 4

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He'd been surprised at her willingness this week to a calm and compliant houseguest. He knew better than to trust her.

Emse had always been smart and several steps ahead. In family meetings she usually already had a plan of action in place before anyone had known what was going on. He’d never been blind to it. 

He knew he was being played by her but…a small part of him that regretted his brother's death deeply..well that part was twisting his desires and grief into an actual attraction for his former sister in law, now wife. 

She was even actively seducing him. He knew she had no choice but to be willing. He also knew that if and when the time came, the real Esme would come back out. 

Feral, passionate and highly intelligent. She'd use her knowledge of him against him and she'd try to outwit him. 

That just made him enjoy this little game more. 

“ I know Esme.” He whispered husky into her open mouth kisses. He’d locked them both into his little black bedroom. She’d been more highly sexed with him, willing. He’d caught however that her eyes were closed now when ever she kissed or fucked him. 

“ Know what Tommy?” She looked up at him as he brushed her thick raven hair from her doll like face. Her lips were swollen from kisses. He never wanted her more. He bent his face down to her level and whispered his heated words into her willing ears. 

“ That when you kiss me, or fuck me, it's not me your seeing eh?” His eyes glittered, the fire from the fireplace reflecting. He’d made sure she was warm, fed and safe even from herself. Yet here she stood, eyes widening like teacup saucers. He’d gotten to her. 

“ That's all I see now Tom, and smell, and ‘ear.” Her soft little voice was like music to his ears. He didn’t want to erase John, but he wanted her to only see him, be with him. It was the ego stroke he wanted. 

“ I almost believe you, Esme. I think. I'm going to tell the family that I tracked you down, your horse threw you and you broke your ankle. Soon, I'll tell them soon.” He stroked his thumb down her face. He could see her lip quivering. He’d given her hope. 

“How will you explain my ring?” She asked cautiously. She glanced down at it. She must be losing track of days or she was over thinking and wearing herself out.  

“Women get married for convenience all the time, Esme. I'll tell them it's convenient. I get a mum for Charlie and your kids, have a Shelby man to raise them up like their da would have, yeah.” He tried to hide his smirk. She was running through his plan looking for holes. It was a solid plan and eventually she would have been forced either by her kin or her circumstances, no matter how smart she was, to remarry. It was just the way the world was in 1925. 

“ Polly won't buy it Tom.” Esme was so sure, and probably right but he’d also considered that. He was loving the fact that Esme was thinking these things through as well. Their minds were blending. 

“ Why's that Esme?” He was falling deeper and deeper into his obsession with her every day they conversed and her brains came out. He adored her mind. 

“ She'll smell the lie like a bloody dog, she will.” Esme pulled away from him a bit and looked around the room. She was trying to pull it all apart. 

“ Is it a lie?” He shook his head. It really wasn’t. “It’s not for me Esme. I married you for those reasons. Besides, even Polly would acknowledge that your kin would marry you off soon. You're still able to breed, care for your kids and do your womanly duties. You’d be bound to someone eh. Why not us?” He had gone over this so much,he believed it. He could make Polly believe it after she tried to smack the devil out of him. It was a shame she’d never been able to do it. 

“She'll forgive us both once there's a baby in your womb,yeah. Lay down for me.” They both knew it was a command. It has been about two weeks now. Close to finding out if laying with her daily had paid off. John and Esme always seemed to be pregnant or holding a newborn. He hoped it was Esme who was fertile. 

She laid on her back watching him like one does with a viper. She knew he could strike at any time. He knew she could too. 

He leaned over her and peppered her back with kisses. She always arched to his touch, well now she did anyway. 

His arms snaked down hers and she grabbed her hand and pinned them above her head. He always pushed a bit to find her boundaries. She’d never take it if she hated it. Esme was not verbally quiet or submissive. 

“Let go now Tom or ill knee you.” Her thigh came up and rubbed his crotch eliciting a moan from him. The pressure increased though as he grinned into her neck. 

“ There you are gypsy girl.” He purred into her ear, arching into her clothed mound. He let go.

“ Let go Esme, let me touch you. I want to please you. “ She shuddered underneath him. Her pupils were blown and her lips parted. She liked that. He pulled back and looked down at her.

Hadn’t John ever pleased her or did they just fuck? 

“Grace had it that good, eh? Explains why she came back.” He tossed his head but couldn’t hide his smirk. She also answered his question. She seemed to enjoy it the few times he’d caught them at home like on Black star day or on Johns desks when he’d walked into the betting shop. 

“You were never asked what you liked?” He studied her. She frowned at him, her lips jutting out. He’d caught her off guard. Great, now the night could go badly. 

“ John liked to be sucked off, yeah?” He watched her face. She was going stiff underneath him. 

“ What are you talking about? Sucked where?” She was genuinely puzzled. He turned his head away and glanced at the fire. He was a little disappointed to hear that. On one hand if he could pleasure her in ways she’d never known….she’d be that much more invested in being with him. It would only be partially selfish. 

“ Back against the headboard girl, I have something to show you.” He raised his eyes brow sternly at her and flicked his finger at her and the tip of the bed. He’d made sure while she scooted back he’d padded up the brass headboard with pillows so she didn’t get unnecessary bruises. He really didn’t want to hurt her. 

“Lift your dress up for me, it's not like I haven't seen it before, scoot down a bit, there.”

“Are you giving me an exam Tom?” She questioned but complied. 

He tossed his head and laughed. She was like medicine for his broken and bruised heart. 

He straddled her and left soft kisses unbuttoning the front of her breast. Esme was soft and full bodied. He enjoyed the pillowing softness of her breast, stomach and hips. He splayed her legs open and looked at her curious face. He had her exposed to him. 

He disappeared under her dress, his head level over her sex.

She moaned like a whore when his tongue flicked over her wetness. His strong calloused fingers digging softly into her hips to keep her in place while he ate her alive. 

“Wha are you doing Tom?” She gasped and wretched underneath him. 

He pulled up and licked his lips.

“Do you want me to stop Esme?” He goaded. He knew the answer from her flushed face and heaving chest. She was enjoying his tongue ministrations. 

“No, get back down there, now.” She fussed and grabbed at his head trying to arrange him back  down. 

He zealously went to work on her. He practically came himself when she’d moaned his name. 

Fucking finally. 

Her Legs finally trembled and gave way to her crashing orgasm. 

He sat back on his feet and admired his work. She was trembling and had laced her hands with his. Her eye contact was lustful and grateful. 

“Now I wished you’d asked Zilpha Lee for my bloody hand first before betrothing me to your brother.” He wished it was a hundred percent truth. 

Two knocks sounded on the door. That would be Isiah with dinner.

He was getting tired of eating Garrison food every night. He wasn’t sure if he could trust Esme yet to cook for him. He’d love to let her wander the house, hell, leave this house. 

She hopped off the bed and walked to the table. She frowned and glazed up at him. So, she was tired of it too. 

“I’ll bring groceries tomorrow, Esme. I’ll sit at the dining room table downstairs and watch you cook.” He said. He was glad to do it honestly. He just needed to have Isiah check the pantry downstairs tonight while Esme slept and toss out anything that wasn’t salt or pepper. Wouldn’t hurt to make sure no rat poison was allowed. 

She was glowing at the suggestion. He just hoped she didn’t make a move too early.

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Man Out Of Space And Time Chapter 1

"Hey youse! Get up!" A voice boomed, and not too long after a swift kick came from it's owner.

"Ow!" Rodimus hissed gripping his side after feeling a large pede slam into it.

The flame colored bot slowly turned so that his back was on the ground then raised himself to sit up and placed a servo over his face. He let out some groggy moans then slowly opened his optics to look around after removing his servo.

"Where am I?" He groaned.

"I'll tell ya where ya are. In my way is where! I gotta get back to my crew and youse is just layin' 'ere in da middle of tha woods path ya lazy bum! I should teach ya-" Thunderhoof stops mid threat as he sees the bot stand up and nearly stumble back, the bot's arms swaying a little as if trying to keep balance. The bot has a few good feet on Thunderhoof and smack dab in the middle of his chassis is an all too familiar red logo.

Thunderhoof furrows his brows, "An Autobot!" he shouts angrily.

"Ugh stop screaming, you're giving me a headache." Rodimus replies touching his temples and closing his optics.

"Oh I'll give ya more than a headache Autobot!" Thunderhoof yells as he steps back and kicks his left pede in the dirt, much like a bull getting ready to charge.

Rodimus finally focuses his attention on the other bot. Thunderhoof charges at him with his head down, antlers ready to pin or pierce, whichever comes first. Rodimus lets out a scream before stumbling left, away from the charging bot and falling into some bushes. Thunderhoof rams into a set of trees after missing the flame colored bot and his antlers get stuck in them.

"Ah scrap." Thunderhoof says under his breath.

"Hey what's the big idea?!" Rodimus shouts, "Are you crazy?!" Rodimus picks himself up from the bushes and dusts himself off. He looks over at the elk bot to see him struggling to get unstuck, "Ha, serves you right!"

He walks over and leans on one of the trees, much to Thunderhoof's annoyance.

"When I get outta here Autobot I'm gonna-"

"Are you a Decepticon or something?" Rodimus asks cutting him off.

"Yeah. What's it to ya?"

"Nothing I guess. I mean... I've worked with ex-Decepticons and even regular Decepticons before. I just rarely ever hear anyone use those terms anymore. Especially since the war is over."

Thunderhoof gives the red bot a weird look, "What the pit are ya talkin' about? Yeah the war is over but it hasn't been over that long! There's still cons an' bots runnin' about."

Rodimus gives an equally weird look, "What? Dude... It's been over eight hundred years. Don't you think it's time to let it go?"

"Eight hundred?! Kid, did ya hit your head? Is that why ya were passed out here in the woods?"

"No. At least I don't think I did?" Rodimus scratches the back of his helm, "And don't call me kid." He says with annoyance.

"Eight hundred years," Thunderhoof scoffs as he tries once again to free himself from the tree, "Somebot's got one pit of an imagination." He mutters to himself, "It's been five years."

"Five?" Rodimus asks in shock, "I'm the one with the imagination? Dude where have you been for the past few hundred years?"

"In Nunya." Thunderhoof replies pushing against the trees to free himself.

"Nunya?"

"None ya business."

Rodimus frowns at the Decepticon. He then looks around at the scenery.

"Wait... are we- are we on Earth?"

"Nooo princess this is Cybertron, we wanted to make it a lil' greener," Thunderhoof says sarcastically, "Of course it's Earth ya moron!"

Rodimus looks around more before turning his attention back to the struggling Decepticon, "What year is it?"

"Do I look like a calendar to ya?"

"Fuck," Rodimus says under his breath as he pulls a datapad from his subspace.

He searches for the nearest Earth connection he can use, then, accessing Earth's internet, looks up the year.

"What the fuck?" Rodimus whispers to himself, "What the fuck, what the fuck?"

He panics and turns on his comm link.

"Hey, Captain Thunderclash? Thunderclash can you hear me? Thunderclash come in! It's Rodimus! I- I don't know where I am! I mean, I know I'm on Earth but I don't know how I got here! And something's... off. Thunderclash come in, it's Rodimus I need pick up! Thunderclash?!"

Nothing. All he hears on the other line is a soft static, not his Captain.

"No back up for ya Autobot? Heh, When I get outta these trees you're done for!"

Rodimus looks back at the Decepticon with terrified optics, though Thunderhoof had a feeling in his spark that he wasn't the cause of the terror.

"Look, I- I don't... think I belong here, ok. I'll help you out of those trees and then we can be on our separate ways."

"I ain't acceptin' no help from no stinkin' Autobot!"

"Ok, I'll leave you here and you can free yourself then. But I- I definitely have to go."

"Heh, guess I still got my edge if I scare ya even like this."

"It's not you I'm afraid of." Rodimus says placing his datapad back in subspace, "It's... never mind. Uh, good luck getting out of those trees." He shouts jogging off into the woods.

Rodimus ran through the woods, stepping on large branches and crushing fallen leaves underneath his pedes. He was panicking. How could this have happened? How did he manage to go back in time? He hasn't been near Brainstorm since Ratchet's funeral. Did Brainstorm manage to slip something in his ship before they left? And if so, why? Why him? Where even was his ship?

He remembers being in it before passing out. Thunderclash sent him on a recon mission he thinks. Yeah that was it! He was going to check out an alien planet that hadn't been mapped yet. Did Thunderclash do this? Did Thunderclash just want to get rid of him?

Probably not. Thunderclash is too good to do something like this on purpose. Then who was it? Who sent him here? And why? Rodimus had no answers and no idea where he was going but by Primus he's going to get to the bottom of this!

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Loungin Song Lyrics – Ll Cool J

Loungin Song Lyrics

Loungin Song Lyrics From Popular Hollywood Artist Ll Cool J from Album.

This song is sung by singer ” Ll Cool J ” in Year 1996.

Lyrics of Loungin :

keep it chicken head im lookin for a dime get my swerve on make it hot word is bond im lickin on your ankle bracelet well be sippin moet wit strawberries and dat shit im nasty ask me why i lick my lips so in the darkness i can run my tongue over your tits its all good sugary you aint leavin sit up on my face and help my stash grow evenwhipped cream taste mean from the back she bounce witll now shortys on the map i put away the gat took off the hat throw ya mos in the air if you like it like that no doubt boo i keep it real girl mad pleasure blowin up your whole world whatevers clever i got endless cash trees from hawaii 2 pools or bathsill be loungin with ll cool j ill be loungin with ll hey hey ill be loungin with ll cool j ill be loungin with ll hey heyuh my scenario is grand a dime piece hennessey up in my hand i turn out the lights like teddy im feenin standin in the darkness now im ready uhh ooh yeah up in ya let it flow while i pump slow then i speed it up heat it up make it mo tasty so you can swing low and lace meuse your imagination you do me i do you sex education its all good its cranberry absolut peach schnapps feelin tipsy loungin on the rooftops im bout to spank you on dat ass ooh i know you love it when it lasts true when you need it who you ask you what you sayin when i dash dont go booill be loungin with ll cool j ill be loungin with ll hey hey ill be loungin with ll cool j ill be loungin with ll hey heyyou got to bounce wit me suga word up you got to bounce wit me suga word up you got to bounce wit me suga word up you got to bounce wit me suga word upwarm it up suga make it hot shortiesll swarm make me wanna bust shots we speak daily on the regular run your jibs all day chip in my cellular shoot down to jamaica pretty white sand suntan oil pina coladas in your hand layin up at night peepin at stars remember when we was at the club in da barsi told ya my status was that of a don you thought i was a dog and you aint wanna get it on but my mind has attractin qualities all the emotions of a young lady so here you are smack dab up in the mix shorty this heres about as good as it gets word up ima treat you like a queen from the heart crack the bubblyand let the episode startill be loungin with ll cool j ill be loungin with ll hey hey ill be loungin with ll cool j ill be loungin with ll hey heyill be loungin with ll cool j ill be loungin with ll hey hey ill be loungin with ll cool j ill be loungin with ll hey hey

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