Ned and Stacey: Mad Hot Charade
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M through R › Ned and Stacey
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,252
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Ned and Stacey: Mad Hot Charade
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Ned and Stacey. I merely enjoy the show and would like to share my take on how things should have happened. So no suing, ok?
Pairing: Ned and Stacey of course.
Rating:Mature audiences only.
Spoilers: Pilot (season one episode one)
Mad Hot Charade
"With the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride".
The rabbi's words, spoken with a solemn sense of joy, brought Stacey back from her musings. Kiss him? In front of all these people? Her family? Her friends? His friends? His colleagues? That last thought brought her back her resolve, the courage she was going to have to cultivate in order to survive two years of this charade they were playing. Gathering her strength and natural red head's confidence, she squared her shoulders, the fine taffeta and shiffon concoction she was cocooned irritating her skin, she turned to face the man that was going to be both her salvation and her damnation.
As she was when they first met, only a few days ago, Stacey was struck with that little ache that began in her throat and moved to the pit of her stomach as she looked upon her new husband. He was tall, at least a good six inches above her own 5'7. His sandy blond hair, cut in typical businessman fashion seemed to shine when hit by the light coming into her parents big bay front windows. His tanned face with it's arrogant cheekbones and distinguished features combined with his stern figure clothed in crisp midnight armani tuxedo all called attention to the fact that he was sex on two legs.
His eyes when they bored into her with that calm unnerving stare he used to lure clients into buying his slogans, were a stormy blue green, almost like the sea, beckoning her despite her own good judgement telling her that danger was imminent if fallen into their depths. And just like the sea they were right now as he stared deep into her eyes, the realization that this was final and they were well and truly bound finally settling in their center. She could feel her heart pounding like a rabbit warren as he wrapped one of his long arms nearly all the way around her waist, his long fingers resting possessively on her hip as he pulled her to him until they were nearly nose to nose.
She had to audibly hold back a gulp of fear and seeing this brought a cocky smile to his face which she, determined to remove such audacity, said in a voice stronger than she felt "Okay, but keep it short". He drew his sensuous lips back slightly and said with an arrogant sneer and a hint of dark humor in his voice. "Don't flatter yourself." Then before she could say another word, his thick fingers dug roughly into her hips and he hauled her up against him, slamming his lips onto her own and taking the breath from her body.
Pairing: Ned and Stacey of course.
Rating:Mature audiences only.
Spoilers: Pilot (season one episode one)
Mad Hot Charade
"With the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride".
The rabbi's words, spoken with a solemn sense of joy, brought Stacey back from her musings. Kiss him? In front of all these people? Her family? Her friends? His friends? His colleagues? That last thought brought her back her resolve, the courage she was going to have to cultivate in order to survive two years of this charade they were playing. Gathering her strength and natural red head's confidence, she squared her shoulders, the fine taffeta and shiffon concoction she was cocooned irritating her skin, she turned to face the man that was going to be both her salvation and her damnation.
As she was when they first met, only a few days ago, Stacey was struck with that little ache that began in her throat and moved to the pit of her stomach as she looked upon her new husband. He was tall, at least a good six inches above her own 5'7. His sandy blond hair, cut in typical businessman fashion seemed to shine when hit by the light coming into her parents big bay front windows. His tanned face with it's arrogant cheekbones and distinguished features combined with his stern figure clothed in crisp midnight armani tuxedo all called attention to the fact that he was sex on two legs.
His eyes when they bored into her with that calm unnerving stare he used to lure clients into buying his slogans, were a stormy blue green, almost like the sea, beckoning her despite her own good judgement telling her that danger was imminent if fallen into their depths. And just like the sea they were right now as he stared deep into her eyes, the realization that this was final and they were well and truly bound finally settling in their center. She could feel her heart pounding like a rabbit warren as he wrapped one of his long arms nearly all the way around her waist, his long fingers resting possessively on her hip as he pulled her to him until they were nearly nose to nose.
She had to audibly hold back a gulp of fear and seeing this brought a cocky smile to his face which she, determined to remove such audacity, said in a voice stronger than she felt "Okay, but keep it short". He drew his sensuous lips back slightly and said with an arrogant sneer and a hint of dark humor in his voice. "Don't flatter yourself." Then before she could say another word, his thick fingers dug roughly into her hips and he hauled her up against him, slamming his lips onto her own and taking the breath from her body.