If Only For a Moment: A Brief Fic

Last night I was in Armitage World Chat and a picture  was brought up that had me making a confession. I’d briefly thought about writing a small fic inspired by that very pic. The girls encouraged me to go for it and this morning I decided to type it up. Before proceeding further. Be forwarded: this story might not be your cup of tea. It has leanings of a sexual nature–although it might not be what you think.  If you don’t like such things, pass on by.

If Only For A Moment

I sat there waiting. Would it hurt? Would I enjoy it? Would it be worth it? Finally I heard the introductions and moments later my new owner was sitting right in front of me. Luck was with me,  I had been given to the most handsome man at the table. The stage was so hot. All of those lights beating down to illuminate the panel. I knew he’d need me soon, it was inevitable. From my vantage I could even make out the slightest sheen of sweat on his brow.

The director was talking and my owner was looking at him with rapt attention. Oh how I wanted him to look at me that way, if just for a moment. I wasn’t paying attention to what the director said or anyone else for that matter. My thoughts were firmly planted on the lips of my master. That cupid’s bow of his upper lip, enticed me. And the beard, I couldn’t wait to find out how it would feel against me. Would it scratch and scuff me? Would its abrasiveness tickle? I just wanted him to need me!

Finally it happened. I saw his Adam’s apple bob. Mere moments later, his hands were coming towards me. Ah, the feelings evoked by having those long fingers encompass me.

Swiftly he removed my top and lifted me. It seemed like an eternity, that oh so quick trip, as I drew ever nearer to his parted lips. The wait had been worth it.

His lips gently brushed my opening and I felt my fluids spill from me. Those lips, they were everything I’d hoped they would be from the moment he sat before me—soft, yet somehow firm at the same time, with just the right amount of pressure. The course hairs of his beard only served to heighten the pleasure of the moment. And then, something soft brushed my rim. Was that his tongue? I suppose he needed to capture even the slightest drop of escaping moisture. This was heaven.

Sated, he returned me to my place on the table. Just as quickly as it had started, the moment was over. Filled with a sense of clarity, I now fully understood the purpose for which I had been made.

The life of a water bottle may not be long, but I lived mine to the fullest.

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Because I can’t resist visual aids:

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Thanks to Warner Bros, RANet, and HeathRA for the images.

 

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26 thoughts on “If Only For a Moment: A Brief Fic

  1. LOL! Cute. I also like imagining him eating a Lindtz bar, chili cherry dark chocolate. As he bites into the rich chocolate, the cherry liquid center bursts and combines with the heat of the chili in his mouth. YUMMM.

    • Thanks, Angie! That is a lovely picture you paint. I wouldn’t mind seeing him eat chocolate. 😉

  2. servetus

    LMAO. Good memories to keep track of on the way to recycling.

    • I almost threw something in about how the bottle was recalling this as it sat in a bin, but thought it might be overkill. 🙂

  3. Leigh

    Charming! LOL, and yet enchanting.

  4. Giggles!
    Loved it! I missed the beginning of Chat last night, so I didn’t know the progenitor of this ficlet. But given RA was involved–and thinking Lucas Tuesday and his penchant for hand held devices–I thought you were a cell phone. Of course the mention of RA’s tongue completely bashed that idea. Ha!
    Cheers! Grati ;->
    P.S. My “thirst” is quenched. Ahhhh!

    • Glad you got a laugh out of it, Grati! I think we actually discussed this after you went to bed. I’m sure Lucas’ phone would have some lustful thoughts as well. Hmmm….

  5. Absolutely perfect! 🙂 Glad we “encouraged” you! And yeah, that’s what went through my mind the first time I saw picture #4 … GMTA *giggle*

    • Thanks, Zan! Between you, Fanny and Itsy I felt like I had a whole team of cheerleaders routing me on. 🙂 I knew I couldn’t be the only one slightly jealous of picture #4! Giggles were pretty much what I was going for, so glad I succeeded.

  6. gracie

    I always wondered what it would be like to quench RA’s thirst. lol

  7. Yay! You did it!!!!!!!! Most excellent. 😛

  8. Jane

    I want to know to whom the can of Red Bull belongs?

    • servetus

      I wonder why he looks so … blasé … in the presence of that bottle 🙂

    • That is a very good question, Jane. I imagine they would all need the kick, courtesy of jetlag.

  9. Beachbaby

    OMG that is brilliant! I admit to lustfully watching him drink from that water bottle. I love how there is always someone around to put my thoughts into words. Thank you 🙂

  10. Mezz

    Ahah, the mystery of the “fic” mentioned in Chat is solved! Good one, Jas! 🙂

  11. judiang

    You nasty little water bottle! Now I understand the ficlet reference. 😉

  12. linda60

    Thanks for this short crisp story! You made me really laugh. Who would have thought a waterbottle being capable of such delicious (with tongue!) ideas. My view of them will be slightly different in the future…. 😉

  13. Hilarious and very… juicy!! Well done, Jas! 🙂 Thanks for the laugh!

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  16. phylly3

    I don’t know how I missed this earlier. I’m so glad you linked to it on your Anniversary post! I never thought I could be jealous of a water bottle, but you’ve managed to do that to me! 😀

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