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This story is one in a series about the relationship between James Kirk and Suzanne Brandt. The Kirk-Brandt Chronology lists all the stories, both in order of occurrence and order of creation.
This takes place in a Kirk-Brandt alternate universe, outside of the overall storyline. It was Raku's idea. Honest.
I thought it was going to be fun. Jim raided the chiller and brought his plunder into the bedroom. I got out our favorite dildo and jammed it into a fresh carton of chocolate swirl ice cream. He laughed as he popped the cork on the champagne and sprayed me with it. And just for fun, when he went looking for a towel, I put a box of peeps on the nightstand. It was supposed to be funny, all right? I just wanted to remind him of the time he bit the heads off Finnegan's peeps. I never thought it would end up like this.
Well, needless to say, things got pretty messy. We wrote our names on each other with whipped cream, he nibbled cherries out of my pussy, I sipped champagne out of his navel, and we each got a turn with the icy dildo. And I still can't decide which tastes better on his cock--chocolate sauce or butterscotch.
We were kissing when Jim reached across me toward the night table. I heard a number of things fall, but I ignored it. I figured he knew what he was doing, and by then, I'd forgotten all about the peeps. So when I felt him slip something into me, I thought it was the contraceptive sponge. I guess I was still a little numb from the ice cream.
But when I wrapped my legs around him, my foot touched something strange. I raised my head and looked over his shoulder. There was a bright yellow marshmallow chick perched on his ass. I tried to kick it off, which he thought was a sign of building passion, but, really, I couldn't look at it without laughing, and he hates when I laugh during sex. So he was humping away, and I was just about to have hysterics because the peep had gotten all smashed and smudged from me kicking it. But the damn thing wouldn't move! And it just looked sillier and sillier, and suddenly sex seemed silly, and the expression on Jim's face was pretty damn funny, too, so I burst out laughing!
"I can't help it!" I gasped. "There's a peep on your ass!"
He turned to look over his shoulder, and we both screamed in pain.
It took us a while to figure out how it happened, but it appears that there's a peep in me instead of a sponge. And Jim's cock is sticky from all the sweets I slathered on it.
I tried to talk him into letting me summon help. He said he'd rather die than have to explain this to anyone.
"And besides, if we just wait a while, I'm sure things will work themselves out."
We managed to change positions so that we're side-by-side, which at least allows me to breathe. And Jim--damn him--he's actually asleep! Snoring right in my face.
I'll give it ten more minutes, and then I'm calling for the paramedics. Unless he tries to roll over again. Then I'll just call the police, because he'll be dead.
And if I end up pregnant, I'm suing the peeps people for every credit they've got.
This story has a sequel: Romancing the Peep.
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