It Was The Whipped Cream Rated PG By: Becky As she crept into Scotty's bedroom, Laura had the thought that perhaps she shouldn't be doing this. She looked down at the two items in her hands and the devilish glint reappeared in her eyes. She was already here, might as well go all the way. So to speak. She very slowly and carefully made her way onto his bed, watching Scotty's face for any sign that he might be waking up. He *would* make this more difficult by sleeping in the middle of this large bed... this large bed with lots of room for - no! Must keep focused. But that was hard to do when he looked so damn good. She silently shook the can in her right hand, then lowered it and pressed the tip gently. The sweet foam spurted out into Scotty's open hand. He shifted a little, but didn't wake up. Laura suppressed the urge to laugh. Now came the fun part. Taking the feather that was in her left hand, she tickled Scotty's nose with it. It only took a few seconds before Scotty raised his hand, unconsciously smearing his face with the sticky cream. And it only took a few more seconds for him to wake up, bolting up in disorientation. It took a bit for his eyes to focus. He looked at his hand. "What the--?" The snickering nearby caught his attention. It sounded very familiar. He lifted his eyes and confirmed his suspicion. "Laura?! What are you doing here??" Laura shrugged. "I couldn't sleep." For a moment, Scotty simply stared. The tickling in his stomach grew until a throaty chuckle escaped his mouth. He shook his head, still smiling. "You couldn't sleep." And, of course, it somehow made perfect sense to him. "You want me to help you clean up?" The suggestion in her tone was unmistakeable. And just in case he had any doubts, Laura reached over with one finger and took some of the whipped cream off his face. As if hypnotized he watched as she brought it to her lips, sucking the whipped cream off. Now Scotty was stuck somewhere between anger and arousal, and just a touch of amusement. The anger won out. "Laura, I think you better go." "You want me to go?" "I didn't say that. I said it would be better if you did." "Okay." Scotty watched as she got off the bed, surprised and not a little disappointed that she'd given up so quickly. Laura was near the door when she turned around. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I called off the wedding." "What?" Scotty moved off the bed and closer to her, certain that he hadn't heard right. "What did you say?" "I called off the wedding. Call me old-fashioned, but I'd like to marry the man I'm in love with." By the time she'd finished talking, Scotty was right in front of her. Without a word, he pulled her into a deep kiss, his tongue opening her mouth and tasting her. "Mmm," Laura moaned. She gave a slight whimper as he pulled them apart. She licked her lips, her eyes focused hungrily on his. Scotty sighed. There was no doubt about it. This woman was going to drive him insane. So, really, there was only one thing to do now. "Marry me," he said. Laura finally looked at his eyes. "Yes," she answered without hesitation. "Now kiss me." And he did. ~The End... well, not really, they still have almost a whole can of whipped cream left ;)~ It could happen!..... Back to Laura & Scotty: Fan Fiction