CatTalisman

Pop Culture obsessed would-be writer.

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Hi! I love your fanfic Breaking The News. I am hoping that you will continue on with it. Leni and Jasper at the drs confirming they're pregnant, Vegas getting hitched, telling the family, the pregnancy, the baby. I want to see how this plays out. Thanks so much. Loving it!

Thank you!

I initially only did Breaking the News as a one-shot--it hadn’t really occurred to me to continue it.  Having said that, I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m a slut for longer fics.  So I’ll definitely start thinking about making it longer now.

Anybody else want to see a continuation of Breaking the News?  Love to hear thoughts!

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Update

So I had been working roughly 80-90 hours a week, and didn’t think anything of it when I was feeling tired and worn down.  Until last week, when I started vomiting non-stop.  Turns out my appendix burst, and by the time I got to the ER I was already septic.

So after emergency surgery I was stuck in the hospital for several days, being fed through a tube and so doped up I barely knew my own name.

All of which I why I went MIA.  I apologize for disappearing last week, and I know I’m two weeks behind on fics, and I want to thank everyone for their warm words of support.  I’ll be posting again very quickly, what with having to be at home for the next week or so, and I’d like to thank everyone who is still hanging in there for following my fics.

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Hey!! I love your writing. Out of curiosity how long does it take you to write a chapter??

Hey, thanks!  

My chapters are usually around 3000 words, which takes me about 3-4 hours, depending on how into the flow I am.  The problem lately has been a busy work life, which means I have to keep breaking writing up into these 15 minute intervals, and it’s making it really tough to get into the emotional flow.  Hopefully my life evens out soon and I get onto a more regular writing schedule.

Thanks for the question! 

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Please update your stories soon!! I absolutely love them 😍

Working on it.  Hopefully tonight...thanks!

[luthientinuvielss]

Salem knows what’s up

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Please update soon, I absolutely love your stories!! I need more!

Thanks!  More coming after the holiday!

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Been waiting for an update for so long! Plz update your fics soon! U r an amazing writer :)

Updated Learning Curve!  Sorry for the long wait, I hope it was worth it!

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Learning Curve: Study Hall

Prompt: Eleanor decides to back to University (I feel like shed be a good psychology major) after the paternity test it proven to be false, and it turns out she’s kind of a secret genius. Jasper has to go undercover to protect her in the University, and he gets turned on by the other side of her and they have hot sex all over campus.

This series starts with Introduction, and continues in Lectern.  Here’s Part 3--sorry it took so long!

WARNING: NSFW

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“What do you think?”

Deeply engrossed in the chapter on practical applications of inter-temporal preferences and the ways in which people utilized it comparative to risky choice analysis, Eleanor felt a spurt of annoyance when Bianca nudged her, the elbow digging into her arm and distracting her from her place on the page.

“Len!  What do you think?”

Sighing, she looked up and turned to the other girl.  “About what?”

Bianca pouted.  They’d known one another almost twenty years, had been classmates since primary school. Bianca had been the one who had first introduced Eleanor to Gemma, who she had then introduced to Liam, who was spending way too much time with the diamond heiress now that Ophelia was living in New York.  She was going to have to talk to her brother about that.  In all the time she had known Bianca, the other girl had exactly two emotions: petulant and self-satisfied.  Her total lack of interest in whatever her ‘friend’ had been prattling about for the last twenty minutes had apparently flipped the switch over to sulky.  “You weren’t listening.”

Obviously.  Tilting her head, she stared the other girl down.  “What?”

Brushing her dark hair over one shoulder, Bianca jerked her chin towards the door of the library and Eleanor followed her gaze, finding her breath catch when she spotted Jasper standing at the circulation desk chatting with the librarian.

“I signed up for a private tutoring session with the TA tomorrow afternoon.  I asked what you think.”

Her attention on the firm curve of his ass in those faded jeans—which showed him off much better than those suits used to—Eleanor didn’t quite understand the question.  “What I think?”

“Len-i!  He’s cute, right?  In a corruptible way.  And I haven’t been getting the best marks so far this term, so I was thinking this might be a fun way to up my average.”

Jasper, corruptible.  That was laughable.  She had thought she had a monopoly on perversion and excess, but she and Jasper had discovered totally new levels of depravity together during their brief relationship.  And it really didn’t matter who would be corrupting whom, because Bianca was not going to sleep with Jasper.  Dragging her eyes off his firm backside, she turned to stare at her friend.  “No.”

Glancing conspiratorially around the room, Bianca lowered her voice dramatically—speaking in a theatrical whisper that was every bit as loud but ever so much more affected.  “Oh, I don’t know.  He’s a little stiff, but I think he’d learn to like it.”

Eleanor shifted in her chair and flicked her gaze back to Jasper, who was busy loading a half-dozen textbooks into a messenger bag, causing the muscles in his arms to bulge and flex intriguingly.  “If you need to improve your marks, I’d suggest studying. Because you’re not going to sleep with him.”

Bianca dropped her elbows heavily onto the ancient wooden table, pinning Eleanor’s notebook under her forearm.  “It’s not just about my average.  It’s my last year, and the university experience isn’t really complete until you have a totally inappropriate affair with a professor.”

Hefting the bag on his shoulder, Jasper caught her eye and began heading their way.  Eleanor resisted the urge to smile, but held his gaze as he approached and continued to speak to Bianca in a soft undertone.  “Bitch, I said no.”

“Oh, my God.  You fancy him!”

“I do not.”

Bianca pinched her arm.  “You do.  That’s why you’ve been studying so much—you’re trying to impress him.” Actually, she was trying to humiliate him.  Subtle but important difference.  “Well Your Highness, you can’t just forbid me.  If I want to make a pass at him, I will.  May the best woman win.”

He was almost at the table now.  “Bagsy.”

“You bitch.”

“Good, uh, good afternoon ladies.  I’m surprised to see the two of you inside on such a beautiful day.”

Ok, even she would admit the stutter was cute.  “Well I wanted to be ready for class tonight.”

Bianca leaned forward, showing a generous amount of cleavage over the table as Jasper invited himself to sit.  “We wanted to be ready for class tonight.”

Jasper lifted both eyebrows in an expression of pleased surprise, but his eyes were dancing with patronizing amusement.  Between the vacuous delivery and the blatant invitation, he had obviously already come to the right conclusion about both Bianca’s intentions and her IQ.  Eleanor spared a moment to feel bad for her friend, secure in the knowledge that easy had never been Jasper’s type.  He preferred a challenge.  Still, feeling pity for Bianca didn’t mean she needed the other girl hanging around, interrupting the game.  Rolling her eyes at Jasper in a silent bid for time, she turned to Bianca with a wide, friendly smile.  “Don’t you have that appointment now?”

Bianca stared back at her challengingly.  “No?”

“Oh?”  Looking pointedly back at Jasper, who was openly enjoying the tension between them, she let a bit of bitch shine through her fake smile.  “So the rash cleared up on its own then?  You don’t need to go in for the antibiotics?”

Turning red as a beet, Bianca coughed and dropped her eyes.  “She’s kidding!  Honestly, she’s…”

Jasper was biting back a smirk, but his voice was soothing and gentle as he addressed Bianca, reaching across the table to gently pat her hand. “Obviously, yes.  I’ve also experienced some of Her Highness’s…wonderful…sense of humor.”

Eleanor nodded in agreement, waiting politely as Bianca accepted defeat, uncomfortably thanking Jasper for understanding and excusing herself. Watching the other girl walk away, she stretched her legs out under the table and arched her back, pointedly ignoring the man beside her as she peered back down at the open books before her.

“What are you doing?”

“Studying.”

“You know the professor is giving his own lecture this evening.  I won’t even be there.”

Dammit.  Disappointed, Eleanor carefully kept her face blank and head turned down so that he couldn’t see her react.  She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.  The months of feeling both rejected and concerned had morphed into a simmering rage that had boiled over two days ago into a vicious attack.  The stunned look on Jasper’s face, his desperate floundering as he tried to cover for the fact that he was totally incompetent and pig ignorant to boot, had been almost as satisfying as the no-eye-contact, no-talking hate sex that had followed.  Unfortunately for her, after she had gotten home she’d discovered most of the anger was gone, leaving only a tingling anticipation at the thought of the next round. “Well, if my scholastic achievements were about you, that might matter.  But as it is, I don’t care.”

Shifting to look over her shoulder at her notes, Jasper made a soft noise of dissent.  “It occurred to me to wonder, since I hear you haven’t said one word in any of your classes, except mine.”

Giving up the pretense of working, she turned to face him, surprised by just how close their faces were.  “Maybe because my other professors actually know what they’re talking about, so I don’t have to teach the class myself.  See, I was just doing your job for you, because you don’t know what you’re doing, Jasper from wherever.”

Stop.  Talking.  Inwardly cringing at the babble spewing out of her mouth, Eleanor focused on keeping her expression superior and hoping Jasper didn’t realize how unsettled she was by his closeness.  He hadn’t shaved, and the stubble—which on most men would be dangerous and attractive in an alpha-male way—on him was just rumpled and adorable.  He seemed to prefer the 5-o’clock shadow look when he was playing at being nervous and inept, and it brought back memories of when they had first met.  

He was unfazed by her biting insult, instead dropping his voice to just above a whisper.  “Fair enough. Perhaps you would be willing to, uh, well, educate me?”

She should say no.  She should tell him that the stutter was pathetic.  She should remind him that he’d walked out on her months ago, and he didn’t get to walk back into her life and expect them to just pick up where they left off.  Hell, she should remind him that they stopped sleeping together before he took off, so his all-access pass to her beaver was way, way past expiration.  She should leave him high and dry and see how he liked it.

On the other hand, denying herself good sex just to punish Jasper would be like cutting her nose to spite her face.  She might win, but would it be worth it?  Her head said a very definite yes.  Something lower, however, seemed to be in control of her mouth as she stood, because as she started walking she could distantly hear herself murmur “Follow me professor.”

Threading her way through the book stacks, Eleanor was aware of the moment he caught up with her, her spine suddenly tingling despite the fact that he moved silently—an almost impossible feat on these stone floors, but Jasper was amazingly light on his feet—and quickened her pace accordingly as she headed towards a private alcove she had discovered her first year at university. Back then she had primarily used it as a discrete place to do a line before meandering off to class, but she had a better idea in mind right now.  Slipping behind the shelf which blocked view of the entrance from all but one vantage point, Eleanor turned as soon as she was inside the small nook just barely managing to get her arms raised before Jasper pulled her in for a kiss.

Sex was about rhythm.  Advance, retreat.  Thrust, withdraw.  In, out. In Eleanor’s considerable experience, the best sex was when everyone involved harmonized.  Hearts and breathing aligned, bodies moving together, total connection.  But Jasper had an asynchronous style that continuously fascinated her.  His hands were gentle but his mouth was biting.  He’d press the length of their bodies together but hold his head back, refusing to kiss her.  Nothing with Jasper ever seemed to really synch up, making every sensation that much more intense because it was always unexpected.

Digging her fingers into the fabric covering his shoulders, Eleanor loosed a soft moan of approval as he swept her into his arms, holding her tightly against him while kissing her with soft, sipping motions—her upper lip, then her lower lip, then her whole mouth, then leaning his lower body away as he deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging forward to stroke against hers in an intimate caress.  She didn’t want foreplay, though, didn’t want to draw this out.  Instead she lowered her hands, shoving up the hem of his cotton tee and splaying her fingers over the ridged planes of his abdomen, inwardly smirking in delight when Jasper sucked in a sharp breath and tightened his fingers painfully on her hips in response, pressing her harder against his erection and gasping a quick verification.

“Here?”

“Here.  Now.”

Jasper started undoing the top button of her jeans as she raked her nails across his stomach, his large fingers—so tapered, normally so dexterous—fumbling with the zip on the stiff, tight-fitting denim.  Urgency overtaking finesse, she reciprocated rather than mocking him, reluctantly stopping her fondling of those washboard abs in favor of tugging open his trousers and wrapping her hand around him to pull him close. Using his free hand to snatch a condom out of his back pocket, Jasper handed her the foil before yanking her jeans down to her knees and lifting her abruptly, placing her ass firmly on a small study table at the back of the room.  Eleanor whooped in surprise at the cold wood beneath her, her hands shaking as she lifted the wrapper to her mouth to tear open while Jasper shoved her shirt up and bent down to trail wet kisses across her belly, his tongue dipping into and out of her belly button for a moment.  

Cupping his neck with her left hand, she arched backward to press herself up eagerly against that hot mouth, then pulled him higher for another deep kiss as she rolled the latex over him.  Dragging her hand back up, then down again, she firmly jacked him for a moment, enjoying the slippery sensation of lubrication against her fingers as their kiss intensified, tongues twining deep in the recesses of her mouth, then his, then hers again.  For just a moment they were in perfect synchronization, so rare for them, and Eleanor almost lost herself in the rhythm of it all…

Then his hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from him, and before Eleanor was completely certain what was happening both wrists were being held behind her back.  She sat at the edge of the table, her knees spread so that he could stand between them, jeans twisted around her calves preventing her from moving, arms banded behind her back so she had no use of her hands, her back arched by the uncomfortable position.  She was trussed up like a Christmas goose, on display and at his mercy and she honestly couldn’t remember if she had ever been this turned-on before in her life. Jasper didn’t seem interested in savoring the moment, however, moving forward with a single, smooth thrust until they were completely joined, until she felt filled, connected, overwhelmed.

Off-balance, she nearly slid off the table when he withdrew, and Jasper released her hands to grab her hips, keeping her in place as he began moving in long smooth strokes interspersed with fast, unpredictable pelvic tilts that altered the angle and allowed a deeper penetration without varying the rhythm he’d established.  Needing an anchor, she braced her hands on his biceps, her fingers curling around the taut muscles, and somewhere in a dim corner of her mind noted that those muscles were larger, better defined than she remembered.  “You’ve been working out.”

Turning his attention away from the column of her throat where he’d been biting the tendon just above her collarbone, Jasper muttered an agreement as he swept her into another deep, dizzying kiss.  “Had to.”

Tension, twisting and tightening each muscle of her body until she was as taut as a wire, built inside, holding her painfully balanced on the razor’s edge, her neglected clit pulsing in time with her pounding heart, and she only needed something, just one small thing to push her over the edge.  As if sensing her dilemma, Jasper broke their kiss and moved his mouth to the shell of her ear, moving one hand to brace on the table, the other to cup the back of her head and yank it back hard, the sharp burn of pain in her scalp coinciding with the abrupt stillness of his hips as he stopped thrusting and instead whispered a harsh order in that low-pitched American accent.  “Come for me.”

And she did, surrendering to deep convulsions as he dragged his tongue down the length of her exposed, vulnerable throat, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning too loudly and wrapping her arms around him for balance.  She didn’t notice when he came, but as she drifted down she found Jasper planting sloppy kisses along her jawline, up the side of her face, his muscular chest heaving and hips slowly rocking to stillness, the energy of the moment clearly depleted.  His forehead resting on hers, Jasper spoke against her mouth, their breath mingling with each word.  “It’s been too long.”

Much too long.  But she wasn’t about to admit she’d missed him.  Panting heavily, Eleanor tightened her grip around Jasper’s neck as he withdrew, feeling her ass sliding precariously off the edge of the table and unable to find purchase with her feet since her pants were tangled around her ankles.  He moved the hand planted on the tabletop to her hip, hitching her back up before stepping away, and she reluctantly let him go.  Trying to smooth her hair back down as he tossed the used condom under the table (there was no wastebasket in here, although she’d rather not think about who would eventually find that and have to pick it up), she finally got around to responding to his last utterance as she bent over to pull her denims back up. “Then you should have called.”

“Len, I couldn’t.  I couldn’t risk someone finding out I know you.  You know that.”

What, he was ashamed of her?  She was the goddamned Princess of England.  He was just a glorified security guard.  If anything, she was the one who couldn’t be seen with him.  Prepared to make that point, the last portion of his statement penetrated her consciousness and Eleanor paused, turning to stare as he stood readjusting himself, probably chafing in his briefs since he hadn’t been able to properly wipe himself down in here.  “What do you mean?  Why couldn’t you call?”

Jasper’s face flattened into an expressionless mask.  “Your brother didn’t tell you?”

The warm, liquid feeling of satiation in her stomach abruptly turned to lead.  Jasper and her brother didn’t get along, never had.  Secrets between those two couldn’t possibly be a good thing.  “Tell me what?!”

Shoulders squared, he looked as though he was carved of stone for all the reaction he gave.  “Liam assigned me and Marcus to follow up on Robert’s death.  Marcus took lead on the investigation while I went undercover to establish and cultivate assets.”

Betrayal bloomed, unfurling through her veins and making her oddly dizzy. “All that time…you were working for Liam?”

Something like guilt flashed in his eyes, but was gone in an instant.  “I thought you knew.”

She didn’t care that her hair was still tangled and mussed, or that her shirt still rucked up near her ribs, exposing the plane of her stomach. Without bothering to fix anything about her appearance she started out of the alcove, refusing to even look back when Jasper called out after her.

“Princess, wait…”

No, this was happening now.  “I’m going to kill my brother.”

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Hi! Not to trouble you but damn could the fanfic world use more of your writing. Take your time but please know how eager I am for your posts!

Hi,

No trouble!  I’m just glad people like my stuff.  Unfortunately I got slammed at work the last few days (53 hours in 4 days), so I’m running a little behind.  I’ll get back to posting within the next couple days, probably.  Thanks so much for reading my fics and for the nudge!

(For everyone else, do feel free to harass me.  Guilt is an effective motivator for me--just ask my mother. ;)

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Hi when will there be new chapters of your fics? I love them!!!

Hi,

Sorry!  Should be up soon, I promise.  Glad you’re enjoying them.

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when are we getting new chapters of your fanfics?? i love them! you're amazing :)

Sorry and thank you!  I’ve been buried in work this week, got a bit behind on my writing.  New chapter of Learning Curve should be up tonight–tomorrow at latest.  It’s half-done already, I swear!

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Ok, slight revision.  I’ll be updating sometime this weekend.  I got slammed at work the last couple days and just haven’t had time to complete any updates.  Sorry!

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Prince Harry being cheeky as fuck.

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This is so funny to me bc the same opinion is shared between our army and air force lol.

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Will you update CS too? 🙊I absolutely love your stories! 😊

Love the love!  CS will be next in the roster--probably early this weekend.

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when are we getting new chapters of your fanfics?? i love them! you're amazing :)

Sorry and thank you!  I’ve been buried in work this week, got a bit behind on my writing.  New chapter of Learning Curve should be up tonight--tomorrow at latest.  It’s half-done already, I swear!

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WTF nooo...

No Gemma in season two? And almost no OPHELIA? NO!!!!

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I loved Gemma!  Damn!

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(Alex Park posted this on her Instagram and I thought of jeleanor right away) Prompt: based on this quote- "I'm an adult but more like an adult cat... Like someone should probably take care of me but I can also sorta make it on my own".

*rubs hands together evilly* Hmm.  So many directions I can go with this--angsty, erotic, comedic, crack’d.  I’ll put it on the back-burner and see what calls to me--I may actually do a couple different fics for this one, just to try various options.  Awesome prompt!  Added!