Tera: Alright, first let me start out by saying this to anyone who reads Where Loylaties Lie, Torn Apart, Independence and Faith (no one), and Heiress (no one): I am having massive amounts of writer's block. Badly. I am having the worst timebeing creative and evencoming up with ideas for interesting chapters. People who read Independence and Faith (no one) are lucky because I have about 8more chapters already written. So, if you need something to do while you're bored and waiting, go read I and F.

Matt: And now onto the good stuff.

Tera: Yes. Alright, so this is alemonI wrote for a challenge by someone-who-shall-remain-nameless-but-had-best-review-when-he-reads-this. Ihad to rewrite the middle because, as I went to save it, my dearest computer(-evil eyes at computer-) decidedthat it would freeze. So Idon't know if this is better or worse than it was, but here it is. The finishedproduct.

Matt: And as Teradoesn't have any experience in the matter of lemons-

Tera: I'VE WRITTEN PLENTY!

Matt: Yes, but it's all based on what other people have written. Anyway, as Terais a prudevirgin whose never even been kissed-

Tera: -pouts-

Matt:-we'll need you guys to tellus how she did. We'd like suggestions. Oh, and at the bottom, there's some background on Rob and Kalisti.

Random Scene #1-Rob and Kalisti

“Kalisti!” he called after her down the sun dusted trail. Laughter filled Rob’s violet eyes as he waited for his best friend to catch up.

“I’m coming!” She did eventually catch up, her strawberry blonde hair streaming out behind her. Gently, with a lover’s tenderness, he brushed a lock behind her ears before setting off again.

With a sigh, she followed after him at a slight jog, her small, slim frame not nearly as strong as his. She definitely didn’t have his stamina.

Suddenly, as her leg muscles tensed and she started to slow, she felt her legs tingling. When she looked down, small purple threads were weaving themselves around her ankles and slowly traveling upwards. She looked back at Rob who was grinning from way up the path. She vaguely saw him flick his finger and invisible hands shoved her toward him, then lifted her, making it easier.

Her laughter filled the air as she landed neatly in his waiting arms.

“Play me a song,” he said as he carried her further up the path. Beaming like a content puppy, Kalisti pulled out her wooden flute and began a small tune they had loved when they were children.

Kalisti was always playing her flute just as Rob was always drawing. They had been best friends for as long as everyone could remember and even all the wars between their realms hadn’t been able to tear them apart. Now, at sixteen, they were still close as ever, possibly closer.

“Rob, are we almost there?”

“Almost, Kali.” He broke into a jog, watching with interest as Kalisti giggled and tried to smooth her shirt out to cover her bouncing breasts. Finally deciding it wasn’t worth it, she rolled into his chest so they would still themselves against his chiseled build.

A small wooden cottage soon appeared before them, looming out of the trees in a welcoming sort of way. Kalisti started to protest at their intrusion, then noticed the purple haze around the doorknob. This cottage belonged to Rob and only Rob could enter.

Opening the door revealed a small stove filled with coal, a small, scrubbed wooden table, and a small bed. It oozed the feeling of home and Kalisti had never felt more at peace as when Rob gently set her down atop the patterned quilt.

Smoothing her shirt out again, she stared at the back of his head with doe eyes until he turned around from making tea.

“Rob.” She traced light circles on the mattress with her long fingernail, waiting for him to realize her intent. When he did, he grinned and stripped off his shirt, crawling on top of her while she rolled to lie on her back. For a minute, they gazed at each other, noses touching, eyes shining. Then both were fumbling for the buttons and clasps on each other’s clothing, ripping when necessary.

His lips found their way to her neck and planted soft, wet kisses along it. His hands preceded his mouth, traveling downward to rub her breasts, then her belly, then her inner thigh right by her core. When he licked her there, she shivered, stifling a moan. Grinning into her skin, he started with butterfly kisses back up until he circled her jaw and came back to plant his mouth firmly on hers.

Just when Kalisti thought she would burst from anticipation, he inserted one finger, then two, curling and uncurling, rubbing her in her most tender spot.

She couldn’t help it. She moaned, loud and long. He captured it with his lips and introduced a third finger causing her to moan again, though not so loud. As he curled and uncurled, rubbing and teasing, he could feel her frustration. He knew what she wanted, but he wouldn’t give it to her just yet.

Removing his mouth from hers, he traveled down to her breasts, paying special attention to each, suckling and massaging.

“Rob...” she half begged.

After placing kisses all over her torso, he finally decided to cooperate. He pushed his fingers in as far as he could, rubbing the spot he knew made her buck the most. She subconsciously rode his hand until she climaxed, spilling onto him and crying out in pleasure.

He withdrew his fingers and licked them, tasting her essence and loving it.

Wanting not only to receive but to give, Kalisti took him in her hand and stroked his manhood until he grunted, then growled dangerously.

He didn’t want her hand.

Yanking her off of him, he held her wrists above her head and used magic to keep them there, effectively tethering her spread eagled, a perfect position. His hands began exploring her thighs and the curls between them.

He was more aroused now then he ever had been. Even all the beautiful girls that had come to meet him all those times to try and win his heart didn’t do this much for him in the bedroom. And he actually let them do things.

“Kalisti, do you love me?”

“Yes.” It was positive, concrete. An absolute fact.

“I love you, too.”

And with that, he plunged into her, startling her. He freed her wrists and she immediately clamped her hands onto his waist, digging her nails in as she fought the ecstasy singing through her veins. He pulled almost fully out, then thrust again and again, over and over, building up pressure.

He sent wave after wave of pleasure over both of them, soaring and crashing alternately with each pump. She moaned more, arousing him further, if that was possible.

As she neared her time, her back arched and she bucked with him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and pulling him closer. They both crested at the same time and Rob filled her as she came, juices running down her thighs.

Then he rolled off of her and both lay there, spent and exhausted. They managed to tuck the quilt around themselves and, with Kalisti tucked deep into Rob’s shoulder, fell asleep.

Tera: I think it was sort of lemony-fluff. Can you have lemony-fluff? It doesn't seem possible....but oh well. What did you guys think?

Matt: I think they are confused.

Tera: RIGHT!

There are two worlds, the wizard world (where Rob is from) and the mirror world (also known as the non-magical world where Kalisti is from). These two worlds have been at war for years and finally, the wizard world created a magical barrier so that no one could cross. Rob and Kalisti were 15 at the time, but they were still unable to be separated (as best friends). After many, many things happen (as I am planning on someday writing a story about this, I must not give away the plotline), Rob confesses his love for Kalisti. As it is, this scene will never be appearing in any story nor does it mean that Rob "gets" Kalisti.

I hope that was enough for all of you.

Matt: And please, we're begging you, REVIEW!