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Cherry Challenge 1000.26

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As the Amtrak No. 91 Silver Star trekked on down the tracks through the night, Cherry sat scrunched in her seat, thankful she got the one in the aisle.  Girls her size needed every bit of extra room they could get.  She felt pretty sorry for her blonde, buxom, bodybuilder babe travel companion alongside her by the window, though.  A college girl herself, she was tall: about six feet, three inches.  Cherry still had about seven inches on her at least, but her companion seemed harder and more trained and bodily disciplined than she was.  She didn't know who'd win if they were in a wrestling match, and hoped she didn't have to find out.  

Cherry got a glimpse of the cover of the paperback novel her seatmate was reading:  Embrace of the Hunter.  It had a charming rogue-like man in a dark forest green cowl and robe, reaching from behind around the waist of a young noblewoman in an elaborate flowing gown, complete with lace-up bodice that barely kept the contents contained.  By the look of the subject's closed eyes and open mouth that seemed to be somewhere between a sigh and a groan, Cherry guessed she was suffering from bad gas or was passing a gallstone.  She tried to focus on the cover's background, but the castle atop the seaside cliff over the crashing waves looked like a bad photoshop.

Cherry snorted.  They said you should never judge a book by its cover, but Cherry still didn't think much of it:  the cover had bad scenery porn, bad costume porn... probably was plain old bad porn.

Cherry's seatmate glanced her way.  “Ano, you said something?”

“Sorry, nothing,” Cherry apologized.

Satisfied, her seatmate went back to her reading.  Cherry had a book herself, Pretty Princess Penelope in the Shadowy Woods.  Yes, it was a middle school girl's book she'd long outgrown, but it was an old favorite of hers.  She guessed if the poses were swapped, her seatmate would look at her book cover and figure, “sheesh, she's pushing seven feet tall, you'd think she'd be FULLY grown up.”

Ah, well.  Different books for different schnooks, she guessed.  Pulling the book out of her own handbag, she nestled in and started to read.

But the reading lamp was a bit dim... and it was hard to make out the words... and Cherry had read this book countless times before... and she was beginning to doze a little... just like when Daddy and Mumzy would read to her as a little...

***

Cherry ran along the sandy path, holding up the gathers of her gown so she wouldn't trip over them.  The sea breeze chilled her bare shoulders, making her shiver.  Looking down the trail, she saw a figure off in the distance.  And as she neared, she recognized her beau, her lover, the one and only... her man Jack.  And he was running toward her.

But something was different about him.  

His hair cascaded down to where the back of his neck met his shoulders.  His lip had a thin mustache and a goatee sprouted off his chin.  His billowy pirate shirt exposed a chest and abdomen that was way more ripped, cut, and chiseled than Cherry remembered seeing last.  

But though this man seemed like a dark stranger, it was still her Jack.  She sprinted, the balls of her bare feet pelting the powdery sands underneath.  Jack rushed up, closing the distance just as speedily, arms outstretched like he was a gliding albatross.

At last, they met.  He wrapped his arms around her waist, and clutched her to himself fiercely.  And although she was still quite an armful, he seemed a bit taller and broader himself.  He tugged her close, clamping her bosom to his own rock-solid chest.  And he leaned in, his voice like a gentle rustling wind.

“My Cherry,” he cooed.  “my sweet, luscious, adorable, glorious, heaven-sent angel of a girl.”

“Oh, Jack,” she rasped, getting weak in the knees.

“We have to face facts, my dear,” he said, as his hands stroked her back and gently pushed the back of her head so her lips eased closer to his.  “We can't fight this anymore.  Our love... our love which has sprouted and blossomed over the years... since we were children.  It is bigger and stronger than us... than me... than even you, my grand beauty.”

“I know, Jack, I know,” she replied.  “And...”

She pulled him closer to herself, so his washboard stomach went flush against the laced network across her own navel.  Her deep breaths made her chest surge against his.  Her lips pressed against his for some very warming seconds, then slid off across his cheek, and graced his ear so she could whisper.  

“Our love,” she breathed.  “Our love... it's still growing.”

She leaned forward, and pushed Jack onto the ground with her own weight.  He simply planted a hand on her left shoulder blades and another on the small of her back, hugging tightly.  And it grew tighter as she started to thicken a bit with each panting breath of hers.  Her bodice laces began to stretch, to strain, and then, snap! Pop! They began to break as she breathed in and out, got warmer, then hotter, then fuller, then--


***

With a sharp inhale, Cherry woke herself up with a start.  She looked around.  It was still dark.  Checking her watch, she saw it wasn't even five in the morning yet.  Dejected, she realized the snack bar in the lounge car wouldn't be open, let alone the dining car.  Breakfast would have to wait a little longer.

She looked over to her travel companion.  She had her eyes closed, and snored a little.  Cherry smiled, it looked so cute.  She hoped she'd be up to joining her once she woke up so they could chat over French toast or pancakes.  She could hardly wait to tell her about the wild dream she had.

***

Tetsuko looked around the woods.  She had no clue what she was doing here.  Or why she was in a cotton candy pink gown with big puffy sleeves around the shoulders.  Or long gloves on her hands.  

Or why there were a bunch of squirrels, deer, raccoons, rabbits, and field mice standing on their hind legs and holding paws together in a circle as they danced around her and sang, “Oh, princess, please fear never, for we are all together, as we shall now endeavor, to brave the Shadowy Woods!”

Her forelock drooped under her tiara.  “If this is a dream,” she muttered, “the guys that sent it really got the address wrong.”
This is a little writing exercise I've done for myself to help cultivate writing for my original character, Cheery Cherry.  I'm hoping it'll lead into part 11 in her series.  I've based it off the 30 day OC challenge 38.media.tumblr.com/4c8b060c60… done by artist Dwarf Priest, a.k.a. Mighty Knight. :icondwarfpriest: :iconmightyknightbr:

The theme for this one:  Reading.  And I had some trouble with this one at first:  writing about reading wasn't exactly exciting; it'd been easier to draw a picture.  Thankfully, :icondavidcmatthews: gave me some help with some deeply appreciated texts, ideas and a Romance Title Generator.  And with his permission, I did a cameo of a favorite character.  (No, there's no merger of OC universes here.  That sort of playing with the cosmos would upset the balance of existence.)

I have no experience with writing romance novels a la Harlequin.  And though I had guilty, shameful fun with aping it, I'm in no big hurry to get more, I confess.
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Wonderful job! I'm happy to have had a bit of a hand in it. (and I love the ending!)