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Toxic {Renamed from LNM} - Chapter 01 {Warning! Rated NC-17}
Toxic
Chapter 01: Forgetful
Rating: NC-17
Fan Subject: Ewan McGregor, of course!
Characters: Ewan McGregor, Anabella Morton {original character}, potential others somewhere down the line.
Current Chapters: 01
Pic of Anabella's dress: http://www.imagecabin.com/imagehost/u/1150/1728/19213.jpg
Pic of CHARACTER MODEL: http://www.imagecabin.com/imagehost/u/1150/1728/18297.jpg
Tagline: Just ONE encounter can change your life.
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Okay girls, HERE IT IS! The NEW Ewan story that I've been chatting non-stop about. And Kerrie, I know your going to absolutely love this! Just make sure Michael ain't watching when your reading. 
I was suprised at how GOOD this came out, considering I had no back-up planned out and everything pretty much just rolled off the back of my head. Not bad, not bad at all.  Anyway, enjoy the story! Oh, and thanks Stacy for being my beta reader!
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She smiled sweetly and brushed past the handsome club bouncer as she stepped into the wild and crazy night club. Standing silently by herself, she wore a sexy black salsa gown, a tight fit lyrcra with a slanted hem and ring accent. One strap held up on her left shoulder, on the left side, the dress ended at just below the thigh and trailed down connecting to her right, matched by simple black platform sandals with five inch heels . Her dark auburn hair curled into spacious ringlets and loosely placed on top of her head by a single claw clip. A few strands falling loosely over the right side of her face. As she stepped further into the club with nothing but a smile on her face, she caught more than a few longing gazes from admiring men. But that's all it usually was. Just admiration. The kind were always the ones who had dates or were married, lusting after something they knew they couldn't have. Fascination is all it was. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Tequila sunrise," she motioned, barely above a whisper and still turned towards the dancing crowd. Seating herself upon one of the bar stools, she let a deep sigh escape her lips before she took the awaiting drink from the bartender's grasp. She turned again, staring at the glass for only a moment and softly spoke, "Another broken heart, another drink to soothe the pain." And she gulped the drink in one swift move.
She slammed the glass down and pushed it towards the bartender with a sour expression, but initiating that she wanted another. He complied, as this had been her usual routine. Drinking until she was numb, then leading some poor fool out on the dance floor. He poured it for her, and she did the same as with the last. She'd been there many nights before, always drinking until she couldn't handle anymore and she could seriously drink a lot.
After the eighth or so shot, she turned and stumbled off her stool, falling into the capturing arms of the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever gazed into. She blushed a little upon seeing his smile. 'That smile, I know THAT smile,' she thought to herself, but being between having very naughty thoughts of this man she'd barely known for more than five seconds to being five minutes away from a possible black out, she put the thought out of her mind.
Their eyes locked on each other for endless moments before he made the first move, and helped her to stand on both feet again. "You okay, love?"
"I'm fine," she answered quickly, looking down and brushing herself off. "I didn't... well, what I mean is, I'm sorry. Tha.. that won't happen again," she slurred nervously, apologetic.
"It's understandable." He chuckled a bit, approaching the bar and ordering a drink. "Most women find me irresistible. They can't help it, it's just... the law of attraction," he added with a slow smirk and though slightly drunk, but with the realization that those words would turn her on. He knew her type; fiery and exotic, with a strong lust for danger, excitement and adventure. He was an actor. A damn good one at that. If he wanted her, he could have her. And from that first drunken glance, he knew she was exactly what he wanted.
"Obsessed much?" She added in a slight tone of sarcasm. "I'm not interested." She turned and asked for another drink from the bar. When she shifted towards the dance floor, she seemed surprised to find him sitting in the stool directly next to her. "You're still here?" She rolled her eyes at him, taking only a sip from her glass.
He remained quite content, turned to the side so he slightly invaded her space and momentarily looked her down. He slowly laid his empty glass of scotch upon the counter and dug through his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. She never took her eyes off him, waiting impatiently for him to speak. He took his time, knowing well that if he continued to play his card like this she would fall right into his hands and possibly, directly into his bed. Taking a deep, long drag off his now lit Marlboro, he trailed his fingers across his chin, in a most like pondering manner, and gazed at her from the side.
"Well?" She questioned. Working to keep an attitude towards him, but feeling heavily distracted. In those moments she finally understood the effect for which she had on those men. The ones that lusted after her, yet never had a chance.
"What I think," he began, revealing a small, yet sexy smirk, "is that you don't want me to leave. In fact, I know you want me to stay." He leaned in close, purposely brushing his lips against the softness of her cheek, and seductively whispering into her ear. "Stoatir." The single word was deep, yet flattering and from the blushing smile revealed over her expression, he figured she'd known what it meant.
"Particularly attractive female." She smiled softly at the scottish slang behind his words, stepping off her stool and walking out to the dance floor. He watched her turn and throw a seductive smile his way as she started off with a slow, but sexy dance with herself to the beginning of the next song. She motioned with her fore finger, inviting him into personal territory. He was all but willing to oblige.
He slowly tracked across the dance floor, approaching her silently from behind and resting his open palms on her bare arms. Moaning slightly as her backside thrust into him as she swayed to the music. She leaned her head back, the arch of her neck now resting on his shoulder. The moment had become just as exotic as she'd imagined, and yet... she really wasn't thinking at all as she allowed his hands trail down further and rest upon her thigh.
Now it seems to me
That you know just what to say
But words are only words
Can you show me something else?
Can you swear to me that you'll always be this way?
Show me how you feel
More than ever, baby
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door,
Is just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
But you know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore
As their bodies continued to grind to the music, he brushed his lips against the hot of her exposed neck. Shortly, he placed a strong arm around her waist and spun her around to meet his longing gaze. With his hand now placed on the small of her back, and the other running over the feel of her curves, she leaned back with one leg wrapped around his back. Though the theme for the song meant dancing just as they were, no other couple on the dance floor was more exotic. She smiled, running her fingers over his chest, then trailing them across his lips. Whatever thoughts were running through his head in those moments, nothing was more apparent then the fact that no other woman has quite turned him on as much as this beautiful stranger.
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Re: Lonely No More - Chapter 01 {Warning! Rated NC-17}
Now it's hard for me, with my heart still on the mend
Open up to me, like you do your girlfriends
And you sing to me, and it's harmony
Girl, what you do to me is everything
Make me say anything; just to get you back again
Why can't we just try?
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door,
Is just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore
"This is what you wanted?" She whispered faintly, her lips pierced only a breath from his ear. She waited, grinning, her body pressed up against him, listening for the moan that came shortly.
She pulled away shortly, looking up and drowning in the sea that was his blue eyes. With a frozen expression, he couldn't determine what she'd do next. The ball was in her court. Her next move would decide where the night went. Slowly, she moved in and wrapped one arm around his neck, combing her fingers through dark locks. Both blocking out the crowd around them, he took her in one mild sweep, lifting her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, now looking down on him. Her fragrance was intoxicating and he wanted nothing more than to taste her. And within only moments, his temptation was fulfilled. She lowered her wanting lips to his own, unraveling a kiss so powerful, so full of ecstasy and passion, that neither could barely breathe when they finally broke apart.
What if I was good to you, what if you were good to me?
What if I could hold you 'til I feel you move inside of me
What if it was paradise, and what if we were symphonies?
What if I gave all my life to find some way to stand beside you?
I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list
I don't wanna be angry no more
But you know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me, know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore
And as the song ended, the crowd scattered, going back for more rounds of drinks. Standing only inches apart, their eyes connected with no one else's but each others. And eventually, Ana would be the one to break the ice, as she chose the action of walking away. Filled with mixed feelings and doubt, she outplayed the thought of a one-night stand. She'd been on the far side of very few, it just wasn't... any typical thing she'd do. And as she wandered out of the club and onto the street, Rob Thomas' words echoed at the back of her mind.
"I don't want to be lonely no more."
The moment he watched her unexpectedly turn on her heel and exit the club, he groaned in frustration and headed back towards the bar. He'd only enjoyed a moment or two of solitude before his drunken thoughts were focused back on her. "The girl is more trouble than she's worth," he declared, a bit unsettled. Not soon enough after, he was throwing his coat over his shoulders and rushing out of the club.
Looking to his left, the shortly his right, he spotted her just as she'd turned down a dark alleyway only less than twenty feet away. He took one last deep drag off his cigarette and tossed it to the pavement. From a distance, as he approached, he watched as she slipped off her heels and threw them to the side, then lazily slumped against the wall, allowing herself to slide down until she was now on the ground.
Silently, he stopped only less than a foot away from her. Staring down, thougtfully, debating his next move. She remained oblivious to his presence, with her head lowered and apparently deep in thought. He crouched down directly in front of her, looking upon her beautiful features for moments on end before reaching out and placing his fingertips under her chin, forcing her gaze upon him. She couldn't help but grin at the vision in front of her. He brushed his fingers along her cheek line and across her full, red lips. Remembering the powerful kiss they shared earlier, he couldn't bare the thought. He wanted more, ached for it like a drug... and what he wanted, was the simplest addiction.
"I realized," he began, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her up and pinning her against the wall. "I don't... even know your name." Letting his free hand fall down past her thigh and rest upon the bare skin of her leg. He felt her shiver at his touch and it brought a satisfying smirk to his lips. Her breathing became heavy, but she seemed not to mind. In fact, she loved the effect that he apparently had on her. Possessive, yet sensitive.
"Are you..." she struggled, distracted by the feel of his hand now caressing her upper thigh, and eventually rolling up the hem of her skirt. "Oh my," she gasped, and he smiled devilishly, now tugging almost violently at her panties and pulling them off. She opened her mouth to finish her sentence, but her words were replaced by a passionate kiss.
She couldn't stand it, she wanted him then and now, and didn't care who saw them together. Filled with an exotic desire she'd never experienced until now, she ran her fingers coercively over his chest and buried them into his jacket, forcing it off his back. Now that was off, she went for the only part of him that was driving her crazy. Grasping his belt buckle, she un-clasped the tightened grip and focused on the difficulty of getting it off. Afterwards, she pulled them down past his waist and laughed as he struggled to kick them off.
Pulling away for only a moment, both nearly breathless, "Ana," she mumbled, finally able to answer. At first, he was a bit confused, but the quick realization washed over his expression that it was her name and he replaced confusion with a flashing smile. Almost unexpectedly, he laid both hands on her waist and forced her up and against the wall again.
She wrapped her legs tightly around his back, exactly like when they had danced together. Except this time, the moment had become more possessive, demanding. She moved her hand between them, pulling him out and revealing a small smile of satisfaction at his instant erection. She teased him at first, moving her fingers over the head and eventually caressing him in a stroking manner.
She watched the expression of pleasure wash over his features, "I.. I might be bad at this." she told him, rubbing his rather large member over her mound, taunting him.
His eyes shot open and he shook his head, "That's not... possible." he forced the words quickly, feeling a rush of sudden excitement as she guided him inside of her.
With his hands settled upon her thighs, he began a slow movement, hugging her more tightly to him with each thrust and listening for the deep breaths and apparently boisterous moans that she couldn't control. He smiled, Little Ewan was his ultimate best friend, not only was he above average, but he worked extra hard to bring guaranteed satisfaction. With each thrust, his pattern went from slow and sensitive to fast, rough and very controlling. He was successful in penetrating every fiber of her sexual desire.
His mild grunts matched her wild out bursts, the ones that assured him that he'd brought her release. For him, this encounter meant very little. They were strangers poised for a forgetful, no-strings attached night. It was a dangerous romp, no less... sensual and an extremely orgasmic experience. Yet for her, as intoxicated as she remained, both by him and the alcohol, she wouldn't forget. Her dreams would be haunted by him, even if she never saw him again. And those moments finally came to an end, as they proceeded to silently dress. He looked over and flashed a winning smile as he threw his jacket over his shoulders. Approaching her, she opened her mouth to speak, but was prevented when his fingertip brushed her lips. He then cupped her face in his hands, and placed a soft kiss on those very lips.
Speechless, she watched him disappear into the darkness with only one thought on her mind. 'He's such a disaster, dangerous inside and out, yet nothing more than a stranger. I want to walk away, I want to forget. But I find myself aching for more. Will I ever see him again?'
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Comments? Feedback? Suggestions?
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I used THIS specific ending just to get a little info from readers. I'd like to see WHAT YOU would like to see happen with Ewan and Ana? Should they continue their affair? Should the one night leave her pregnant? Should they end up meeting up again sometime down the line while he's in a relationship?... What WOULD YOU LIKE to see happen?
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Re: Lonely No More - Chapter 01 {Warning! Rated NC-17}
That's pretty good! I had never written a Ewan fan fic before and i have to say it's quite strange to imagine the real Ewan but it's really good!
You're got a huge talent.
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Hehe, thanks hun. I've got a huge talent, eh? Well, I guess that would give me & Ewan something in common then. 
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Re: Lonely No More - Chapter 01 {Warning! Rated NC-17}
You know I love it babe! :drool:
My ovaries are still exploding from your imagery of the sexiness of Ewan!
*hugs*
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--- "Keep making rubbish 'cause it makes the good things shine" - EMG
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Agree. I wanna know what's gonna happen!!! And i want more naughty Ewy...
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TRUST me, where I'm involved, you'll get NOTHING but naughty Ewan-NESS
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