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The China Trilogy - Laila
Entertain Me - Aurora
Be Your Guide - Aurora

[Edited to add:] Remember to stay under 600 words!

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Be Your Guide, taken from chapter 15:

(Johnny&Orlando are lying in bed, J is watching O while he sleeps)


It wasn’t until I ran my fingers along his eyelashes that he stirred, his brows furrowing cutely as he instinctually turned his head away from the feeling. I almost grinned out loud by this endearing display of sleepiness and I deliberately repeated the action, causing Orlando to grown softly, burying his face deeper into the pillow. With a smile playing across my lips I watched him struggle against awakening, patiently waiting for him to open his eyes.

And when he did so, my heart jumped in my chest.

As soon as he opened those chocolate orbs of his and laid eyes on me, his lips curled into the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, and I returned it as I kept watching him in silence.

“Morning,” he said in a tired voice, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

“Morning sleepyhead,” I replied, unable to stop smiling. “Slept well tonight?”

“Absolutely,” came his reply – and he reached out his hand to touch my cheek. “How about you? Or have you watched me all night?”

The teasing sound of his voice made me grin soundlessly, and I grabbed his hand with my own, kissing each fingertip softly. “I would have loved watching you all night really,” I smiled tenderly, “but alas, I had to settle for an hour or two at least.”

Orlando let out a small chuckle before creeping closer to me, pressing his lips shortly against my own. “You’ve actually watched me for two hours?” he said in a mixture of disbelief and devotion, and when I nodded, the corners of his mouth turned upwards into a grin. “You’re insane. I can’t see what’s so interesting about me that you have to look at for so long.”

“Oh, there’s a lot…” I chuckled, toying with the ends of his hair. “Let’s see… there’s that cute frown when you’re almost awake… there’s the gentle smile lingering across your lips… there’s the occasional talking in your sleep, the…”

“I talked in my sleep?” Orlando interrupted with somewhat startled expression on his face that made me grin uncontrollably.

“Oh yes, you did.”

“No! Seriously?”

“Yup,” I nodded slyly, narrowing my eyes slightly as I looked him in the eye. “You kept on moaning my name. Highly disturbing really, come to think of it. What was it that you dreamed of?”

“Oh shut up, you bastard,” Orlando replied with a laugh, silencing me with a gentle kiss. “I’m not one who moans names, especially not in my sleep, just so you know.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No, it’s a warning,” he said, his eyes twinkling brightly.

“Hm.”

“Hm what?” he demanded, backing away a little to be able to look me better in the eye.

“Hm nothing,” I said neutrally, trying my best not to burst into laughter.

“That definitely wasn’t a hm-nothing,” my curly-haired boyfriend – God, he really is my boyfriend – stubbornly insisted.

“You’re trying to analyse my hm’s now?” I asked with raised eyebrows, more than just a little amused. “But alright, since I suspect you won’t rest until you know the deeper meaning of my ‘hm’s’, it was hm number fifteen.”

“Number fifteen? What do you mean?” Orlando asked with a puzzled expression on his face, his brows cutely furrowing again.

“Well, hm number fifteen is the “I’m going to prove otherwise someday-hm,” I replied patiently, managing to sound serious despite the complete nonsense of it all.

“I see,” Orlando answered, lips curling into yet another grin. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“I know."

Entertain Me


After a quarter of an hour of shifting and sighing, I can’t take it any longer and I turn around on the couch, my arm supporting my head as I look at Heath lazily.

“Baby?” I call in a voice sweeter than honey. “You done reading yet?”

“Yeah, almost,” he replies absentmindedly without looking up, and if it weren’t that I suspect he hasn’t really heard what I asked, I would have celebrated the fact that I finally got a sign of life from him.

“Alright,” I reply in a half-whine, “Cause I’m a bit bored, you know?”

I pout a bit to complete the picture, but all Heath does is grumble unintelligible sounds that I roll my eyes at before I realise that there’s actually something quite entertaining about him not paying attention to what I’m saying.

“Heath, you know, I was thinking, maybe I should shave my head,” I say thoughtfully while winding one of my curls around my finger. “… and dye my eyebrows pink, just for fun. Do you reckon that’s a good idea?”

Having trouble masking the grin on my face, I expectantly look at my lover, who replies automatically. “Hm-hm.”

I stifle a laugh and make myself comfortable on the couch as I try to come up with more of this nonsense. “Am I pretty when I cum?” I hardly succeed in sounding genuine, and while biting my finger hard, I watch Heath being wrapped up in his book with a cute little frown adorning his forehead.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Oh, I’m glad,” I continue, enjoying this more and more. “Cause you know, you look pretty damn sexy yourself when we have sex, you know. I mean, sure, you’re pretty damn sexy practically every time, but I don’t know, I guess I just love you all naked.”

Grinning quietly, I watch Heath flip a page of his book before raising my eyes at the ceiling while I keep on rambling. “Come to think of it, I think you should wear that apron you sister Kate gave you again. You know, the one with the apples? So hot. Seriously man, you have no idea. I never thought I would actually enjoy giving an apron-wearing man a blow-job but God knows I do now. And the fun thing-”

“Did I hear the word blow-job?” Heath suddenly interrupts and with a start, I look at him, grinning inanely, more than just a little content that I finally managed to break his reverie. If I knew the only thing that would gain his attention would be a blow-job, I would have crept under the table and given him one ages ago already.

“Look who’s finally back to the land of the living!” I exclaim in exaggerated delight, clapping my hands maniacally, at which he takes of his glasses with a mocking expression on his face. He puts the book aside and looks at me with mild amusement shown on his face.

“You’re dodging the question,” he says calmly and I grin, jumping ungracefully over the back of the couch before I approach him tiger-wise.

“If you heard the word blow-job? What if you did? Would you give me one?”