Making a Move
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M through R › Once Upon A Time In Mexico
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,778
Reviews:
6
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I do not own Once Upon a Time in Mexico, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
2
Chapter Two: Prude
Poppy picked up a brown loaf of bread from the shelf and dumped it into her cart on top of the vegetables and pasta. She turned into the next isle and her eyes widened as she caught sight of her new neighbour down the other end of the isle, looking at...Poppy squinted...condoms? She blushed, ‘Eew’ She backed out of the aisle and wheeled her cart into the next one, walking fast to save him from seeing her. ‘How embarrassing.’
She continued to fill up her cart with the necessities: Ben & Jerry’s, cereals, Tia Maria and chocolate. ‘Healthy lifestyle, my a.ss’
Poppy was picking out some apples when something at the opposite end of the isle caught her eye. She watched as her neighbour picked up a huge tub of Vaseline from his trolley and a large cucumber from the shelf and placed them in some poor man’s trolley while he wasn’t looking. Poppy couldn’t help laughing. Unfortunately, the neighbour noticed and looked up. Poppy blushed violently and scurried off into the next isle, trying to control her laughter.
***
He really was quite handsome. S.exy, even. Shame he always seemed to be wearing his sunglasses. ‘He probably has really dark, chocolaty eyes.’ Poppy thought as she sat at her laptop, opening her new story and starting to type.
Tommy slid his hands up inside her top, massaging her skin. Annie mewled and leaned back against him, feeling his hardness press against her.
Poppy flushed as her neighbour walked past the window, feeling as if she had been caught with her hands in the cookie jar, her heart racing slightly.
***
Poppy was glad when Sunday finally rolled around, although she was yet to actually meet her neighbour.
She had been writing more of her story for over an hour when she heard a series of ‘thuds’. It took a moment for Poppy to realise the noise was coming from outside. She leaned over her desk and squinted in the sunlight. A soft moan escaped her parted lips when she saw her neighbour, just visible in his back garden, attacking a punching bag with his fists. Topless.
Poppy pushed her chair back and walked into her bedroom where she had a better view of his back garden. “Ugh. It should be illegal to be that sexy Especially when the neighbour hasn’t had sex in months!” She pouted, ‘Maybe I’ll have a better view if I’m out in the garden. Could bodge about a bit or something.’
Poppy’s bodging about turned out to be sunbathing until she realised she couldn’t actually see over the fence. “Dammit!” she said loudly, squealing in surprise when a smooth voice said, “You okay?” Poppy spun around to see the top half of the neighbour’s torso and head over the fence, sweat dripping down his chest, sunglasses firmly on his nose.
“Wh-wh…me?” she squeaked. He raised his eyebrow. “Wh…I, uh, yes thank you. I just realised…I might not…have enough paint. To paint…the shed…?
“Right…”
“Bye!” she squeaked and rushed into the shed, her heart beating quickly as her face turned red in embarrassment at her total rudeness, then mortification as she realised her neighbour had seen her in shorts and a scabby old bikini top. To top it all off, she now had to paint the shed, so it seemed like she wasn’t as strange as she seemed and wasn’t fibbing. Poppy fund some paint and a step ladder in the depths of her shed and set them up against the outside, avoiding looking over at him encase he was watching. It was only when she stepped up to start painting, that she realised she now had a perfect view of him letting rip on the punching bag, only, he was facing her with his sunglasses on and she couldn’t tell if he was looking at her. She tried to sneak a few subtle glimpses.
Little did Poppy know, behind the glasses, he was staring intently at her, her terrible attempt at painting the shed and her not-so-subtle glances in his direction. Not forgetting the way her body moved as she tried to reach certain areas.
***
“Oh my God - I just made the most pathetic attempt ever at painting my shed.”
“Painting your shed? You feeling okay, Girl?” Sarah chuckled at her
friend.
“Really not. The neighbour poked his head over the fence and scared me half to death and I said I was going to pait the shed.”
“Uh, why?”
“I couldn’t think of anything else to say! I was in shock!”
“I doubt he’d come over your house and give you slapped wrists if you didn’t paint your shed, Poppy.”
“I didn’t think of that at the time, did I? I was blinded by the exceptional eye candy! She chuckled.
“Only you.”
Poppy sat in her study looking through the file for her ‘big case’. She didn’t understand why her boss had been making such a big thing out of it -it was a straight forward case. Her client had video tapes and eyewitnesses. What could possibly go wrong?
“Everything! Its yellow!” There was a pause as he listened to the painter make excuses over the phone, “I didn’t want yellow! That is the problem! I told you I wanted Moroccan Red. I even wrote it down for you! Now every time I walk into my kitchen, I get blinded! Another pause, “No! If this is not fixed by the end of the week, you will not be getting paid!” he stabbed at the off button for added emphasis and glared at the phone, “Fucking painters.”
The phone rang.
“I told you I will not-”
“Woah, calm down, Jeff, you sound like you’re about to have a coronary1”
“Lilah? How are you, Sugar?”
“I’d b better if you would tell me when I can come see this new house of yours.”
“Sorry, I’ve been really busy getting everything sorted.”
“That explains the pleasant ‘hello’”
“Yeah”
“So come on, when am I invited?”
“Tomorrow, if you like. I have some things to do in the morning, but come over for lunch and I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“Sorted.”
***
“He’s got a girlfriend!”
“What? How do you know?”
“I saw them whispering in each other’s ears and laughing together in his garden - they were having a picnic or something”
“You’re probably not missing out on anything. I bet he has terrible B.O, bad attitude problem, bad breath…” Sarah tried to console Poppy.
“-Thanks, but strangely? Not making me feel much better about it all.”
“Look Poppy, there are plenty of other fish in the sea, you just have to do something that grabs their attention.”
Poppy picked up a brown loaf of bread from the shelf and dumped it into her cart on top of the vegetables and pasta. She turned into the next isle and her eyes widened as she caught sight of her new neighbour down the other end of the isle, looking at...Poppy squinted...condoms? She blushed, ‘Eew’ She backed out of the aisle and wheeled her cart into the next one, walking fast to save him from seeing her. ‘How embarrassing.’
She continued to fill up her cart with the necessities: Ben & Jerry’s, cereals, Tia Maria and chocolate. ‘Healthy lifestyle, my a.ss’
Poppy was picking out some apples when something at the opposite end of the isle caught her eye. She watched as her neighbour picked up a huge tub of Vaseline from his trolley and a large cucumber from the shelf and placed them in some poor man’s trolley while he wasn’t looking. Poppy couldn’t help laughing. Unfortunately, the neighbour noticed and looked up. Poppy blushed violently and scurried off into the next isle, trying to control her laughter.
***
He really was quite handsome. S.exy, even. Shame he always seemed to be wearing his sunglasses. ‘He probably has really dark, chocolaty eyes.’ Poppy thought as she sat at her laptop, opening her new story and starting to type.
Tommy slid his hands up inside her top, massaging her skin. Annie mewled and leaned back against him, feeling his hardness press against her.
Poppy flushed as her neighbour walked past the window, feeling as if she had been caught with her hands in the cookie jar, her heart racing slightly.
***
Poppy was glad when Sunday finally rolled around, although she was yet to actually meet her neighbour.
She had been writing more of her story for over an hour when she heard a series of ‘thuds’. It took a moment for Poppy to realise the noise was coming from outside. She leaned over her desk and squinted in the sunlight. A soft moan escaped her parted lips when she saw her neighbour, just visible in his back garden, attacking a punching bag with his fists. Topless.
Poppy pushed her chair back and walked into her bedroom where she had a better view of his back garden. “Ugh. It should be illegal to be that sexy Especially when the neighbour hasn’t had sex in months!” She pouted, ‘Maybe I’ll have a better view if I’m out in the garden. Could bodge about a bit or something.’
Poppy’s bodging about turned out to be sunbathing until she realised she couldn’t actually see over the fence. “Dammit!” she said loudly, squealing in surprise when a smooth voice said, “You okay?” Poppy spun around to see the top half of the neighbour’s torso and head over the fence, sweat dripping down his chest, sunglasses firmly on his nose.
“Wh-wh…me?” she squeaked. He raised his eyebrow. “Wh…I, uh, yes thank you. I just realised…I might not…have enough paint. To paint…the shed…?
“Right…”
“Bye!” she squeaked and rushed into the shed, her heart beating quickly as her face turned red in embarrassment at her total rudeness, then mortification as she realised her neighbour had seen her in shorts and a scabby old bikini top. To top it all off, she now had to paint the shed, so it seemed like she wasn’t as strange as she seemed and wasn’t fibbing. Poppy fund some paint and a step ladder in the depths of her shed and set them up against the outside, avoiding looking over at him encase he was watching. It was only when she stepped up to start painting, that she realised she now had a perfect view of him letting rip on the punching bag, only, he was facing her with his sunglasses on and she couldn’t tell if he was looking at her. She tried to sneak a few subtle glimpses.
Little did Poppy know, behind the glasses, he was staring intently at her, her terrible attempt at painting the shed and her not-so-subtle glances in his direction. Not forgetting the way her body moved as she tried to reach certain areas.
***
“Oh my God - I just made the most pathetic attempt ever at painting my shed.”
“Painting your shed? You feeling okay, Girl?” Sarah chuckled at her
friend.
“Really not. The neighbour poked his head over the fence and scared me half to death and I said I was going to pait the shed.”
“Uh, why?”
“I couldn’t think of anything else to say! I was in shock!”
“I doubt he’d come over your house and give you slapped wrists if you didn’t paint your shed, Poppy.”
“I didn’t think of that at the time, did I? I was blinded by the exceptional eye candy! She chuckled.
“Only you.”
Poppy sat in her study looking through the file for her ‘big case’. She didn’t understand why her boss had been making such a big thing out of it -it was a straight forward case. Her client had video tapes and eyewitnesses. What could possibly go wrong?
“Everything! Its yellow!” There was a pause as he listened to the painter make excuses over the phone, “I didn’t want yellow! That is the problem! I told you I wanted Moroccan Red. I even wrote it down for you! Now every time I walk into my kitchen, I get blinded! Another pause, “No! If this is not fixed by the end of the week, you will not be getting paid!” he stabbed at the off button for added emphasis and glared at the phone, “Fucking painters.”
The phone rang.
“I told you I will not-”
“Woah, calm down, Jeff, you sound like you’re about to have a coronary1”
“Lilah? How are you, Sugar?”
“I’d b better if you would tell me when I can come see this new house of yours.”
“Sorry, I’ve been really busy getting everything sorted.”
“That explains the pleasant ‘hello’”
“Yeah”
“So come on, when am I invited?”
“Tomorrow, if you like. I have some things to do in the morning, but come over for lunch and I’ll give you the grand tour.”
“Sorted.”
***
“He’s got a girlfriend!”
“What? How do you know?”
“I saw them whispering in each other’s ears and laughing together in his garden - they were having a picnic or something”
“You’re probably not missing out on anything. I bet he has terrible B.O, bad attitude problem, bad breath…” Sarah tried to console Poppy.
“-Thanks, but strangely? Not making me feel much better about it all.”
“Look Poppy, there are plenty of other fish in the sea, you just have to do something that grabs their attention.”