RS, Author, Novelist, Prosaist#EroticMusings 2026.03.22 — Week 43 (March 22-28) Characters: Share some erotic fanfic or fan art of someone else's characters) Minor CW: Very light spice.
I changed the names to protect the innocent (me, from you guessing my other alias). This is from my COVID story written in 2020. Beau is recovering from being ill, having caught the deadly virus Aurora had when he nursed her back to health. Aurora is feeding him in bed, incidentally straddling him to do so. Of course, she is. They've been platonic friends for a few years. She's the mayor of a small town and he is her assistant with surfer dude good looks.
On the other hand, there was Beau Nash. He did care. His actions of the past days, his support during our year plus together, and the pitter-pat of my heart insisted it was so.
I remembered a kiss. [He'd kissed her when she lay in an ice tub to bring down her fever.]
"Empty spoon." [Beau said]
I shook my head, startled. "What?"
A hand came up. The spoon clicked as he tapped it. "Aurora. Your spoon is empty."
I felt my eyes cross as I looked at the utensil as if the corn porridge had teleported silently away. Bowl. Indeed empty. "Oh."
"I'm still hungry."
"Me, too," came from my mouth. Different meaning. To say unbidden would have been a lie.
"I'm really feeling pretty strong—"
"That's good."
"—and I could get up—"
"That'd be real nice."
"—and make my own—"
He moved his hips under mine. Though he obviously meant to encourage me to exit the bed, it pulled the final latch and unfettered my subconscious restraint.
The spoon clattered to the floor as I leaned forward and kissed him.
He paused, but didn't tense. He didn't pull away, but leaned upward into it with wet passion. I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me in as his body reacted underneath me.
It was fortunate that he was "really feeling pretty strong."
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There's this romance novel cliché that always finds the amorous couple on floor in a pile of sheets. Once, I'd laughed because I'd read it so many times before.
But here we were, side by side.
In a pile of of sweaty sheets.
On the floor.
Together.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
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