Subject: Re: [FanFic] [Upcoming] Fanfic Character's Revenge
From: Ben Kosse
Date: 4/21/1996, 11:35 PM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

Sorry everyone. This is going to be fairly long. Also, anything in *CAPS* is
ment to be emphasis, not shouting. (Oh for bold face text. :)

Regardless of the outcome of this, I think Bert should be punished for the
*LENGTH* of his fanfics. :)

    Does this mean Priss is going to belt Bert many times for just about
turning her into a nympho by the end of Zone #9. :)
Huh?
When did this happen?
I've got up to parts of zone #10 and she definately is not a nymphomaniac.
     OK, she's not a total nympho (I didn't say she turned into one), but
every time she's alone with Bert, and sometimes when she's not completely
alone with Bert (like in Hot Legs) she's basically trying to hop into his
pants. Sometimes it is in jest, but not always.
     <loading up Zone #9 for appropriate lines--ghad this takes a long time>
     <grumbles can be heard from Ben as he has about 200k of text to go
through to find the lines>

-This is where it starts. Inside Hot Legs after her concert. Notice that Bert
is joking.
	"I don't know," she replied, noting he was blushing just a bit now. Her
smile widened as an eyebrow quirked upwards. "Shall we find out?"
	"Oh? And what would you suggest?" he asked, unconsciously leaning towards
her slightly. There was an unfamiliar feeling stirring in him, a sort of
shaky, trembling anticipation, although anticipation of what, he still
didn't want to admit to himself at the moment. He was finding himself in
some unfamiliar territory, and he suddenly wondered why it seemed so hot in
the narrow confines of the dressing room. 
	Priss's one arm went around his waist as she moved right up to him. She
reached up with her other hand, sliding it around to the back of his head,
pulling him down towards her. His own arms went around her at the same time.
Her firmly-muscled body felt very warm against his, every flowing curve
seeming to mold to him as he held her close. His heart suddenly started
hammering erratically at his ribcage.  
	"Something like....this?" she breathed, just before kissing him. Her lips
pressed into his, and his arms tightened around her a bit at their warm,
vibrant feel. Something stirred inside of him, and he felt a wave of somehow
pleasant-feeling heat spread through his body. Priss' lips twitched slightly
against his as if she was smiling, and then her lips parted a bit. The kiss
turned into a very thorough, very passionate and lengthy deep one, and he
was beginning to run short of air when she finally withdrew.

-She can't leave well enough alone.
     "I'd, uh, better let you get changed," he stammered, grabbing the first
excuse he could think of. "I'll, uhm, wait outside, okay?" Priss gazed into
his greenish-brown eyes, a flicker of sly humour suddenly appearing in hers.
     "Sure you wouldn't like to stay and help me?" she asked teasingly,
running her fingertips lightly down the side of his face.
     "Priss!!" Bert turned bright red, right to his hairline, and she
laughed, although not unkindly.

-And then we have the first contact. The term "You know you want it" seems to
be what Priss is saying here. (yes, that was a reference to Strange Days.
BAD MOVIE!)
     Priss shifted to her knees on the couch, and then slowly leaned closer
to him. His eyes shifted over to meet hers, and she could see a complex tide
of emotions swirling around in them. She moved a bit closer, her gaze still
locked with his, and watched acceptance of her nearness slowly appear in his
face. He reached up and gently brushed her hair back out of her face. She
smiled, then leaned the last few inches over and kissed him, feeling the
first faint stirrings of desire awaken.
     Bert's lips molded to hers as his arms slowly came up, almost
reluctantly this time, and wrapped around her, holding her close. Priss
sighed contentedly, and scooted a little nearer, her own arms going around
him. They sat like that for a minute or so, enjoying the kiss and the
feelings of warm intimacy it produced. They parted for a moment, long enough
to draw a couple of breaths, then their lips eagerly met again.  
     Shifting one of her hands to his chest, Priss began gently pushing him
over onto his back on the couch as the kiss turned deep and passionate. She
felt him stiffen slightly, surprised, and he pulled his head back from hers
for a moment, breathing heavily and licking his lips, a bit nervously, she
thought.
     "Uh, Priss?" he queried uncertainly. "What....what are you doing?" She
looked into his eyes. In the greenish-brown depths she could see lurking
traces of fear, and realized that he was still slightly reluctant to admit
to himself that he did want her, and was scared to take the final step. She
could also feel him shaking just a bit.
     "Do you really have to ask?" she asked softly, looking deeply into his
eyes, brushing her hand down his cheek. "Come on; you can't deny what you're
feeling, not now, not after the way we kissed just now, or back in my
dressing room." Bert flushed guiltily, swallowing; his arms had slid back a
bit, and his hands were on her waist, almost like he was preparing to push
her back. "If you can sit there and honestly tell me with a straight face
that you don't l... don't have feelings for me, then I'll leave," she
finished. His eyes turned wild and panicked at her words.
     "No! I ... I ... I don't want you to leave," he said awkwardly, the
words coming out in a rush at first. "I do..." he paused for a moment, then
seemed to gather himself, taking a deep, shuddering breath. "All right, I am
in love with you," he stated quietly, swallowing, "but I don't think we
should...."
 [snip discussion about Nene]
     "I know, but it's .... it's not just that," he stammered, flushing
bright red. "I've never .... never..." He couldn't seem to get the words
out, and Priss suddenly realized what he was trying to say.
     "Never made love with anyone before?" she finished. He nodded mutely,
looking away from her, embarrassed. She smiled gently, her hand tipping his
chin back so she could look him in the eye. "There's nothing to be ashamed
of in that," she told him. She placed her hands on his chest again, and
shoved him over on the couch, sliding onto him a moment later until she was
laying on top of him, chest to chest.
     Priss kissed him softly on the lips, sliding her arms around his neck.
She felt his arms start to wrap around her, then they stopped. She pulled
back a bit, looking quizzically down at him.
 [snip Bert's last protest: "Are you sure you want to do this?" followed by
some descriptions of Priss' breath, etc]
     "Trust me; I know what I'm doing," she whispered, just before her lips
fastened onto his again.

-And again: "You know you want it. I sure do." from Priss
     "I slept okay," he replied, blushing a bit. Priss' smirk widened into a
sly, teasing grin as she watched him. Bert swallowed, and tried to keep his
voice steady. "Priss, I think... uh, we need to talk," he stammered.
     "Just talk?" she asked, smiling and languidly running her hand down the
side of his jaw in a gentle caress. "You sure that's all you want to do?"
she whispered, leaning a bit closer, her enticing lips scant millimeters
from his. His pulse started picking up a bit.

-She knows they're not breaking up. But, she's resigned because they're
talking.
     Her eyes caught his as she walked towards him, and a half-amused,
half-resigned expression flitted across her features.

-Um, now if this isn't wanting it (by Priss) would you PLEASE inform me what
would qualify.
	"Well, we can't sit here all morning, as pleasant as that option sounds,"
Bert finally sighed, glancing at the clock. He started to sit up, taking his
arm from around her shoulders. "I'll get some breakfast put together and
then...." His voice cut off as Priss shoved him back into the couch,
standing up long enough to drop her cup on the coffee table, turn around,
and then sit on top of him with her legs straddling his lap. Before he could
protest, her lips were on his, moving delightfully. As she kissed him, she
slid a hand down his arm, and gently but firmly removed his empty mug from
his grasp, dropping it off to the side on the carpeted floor with a muffled
thud. 
	"Wha..?!" he gasped for breath as she withdrew a bit. "Priss?!"
	"Well, you said we couldn't just sit here," she replied, her lips quirking
into a sly smile again. "I figured this was a good alternative."
 [snip Bert talking about *TONING IT DOWN*]
	"Why?" she asked bluntly, looking into his eyes. "You said you love me, right?"
	"Right," he admitted.
 [snip Priss saying she's in love with Bert]
 [snip Bert saying he doesn't want sex to be the basis of thier relationship]
     "I'd like to think we do, too," she replied, smiling at him and running
a hand through his hair. "Let's give it a bit more time before we start
worrying about that, though, okay?" She leaned down and kissed him gently,
sliding her arms around his neck. His arms went around her waist without
hesitation as he kissed her back, leaning into it. "There's nothing wrong
with having some fun, though," she added a moment later as they parted a
bit. An amused glint appeared in his greenish-brown eyes for the first time
as he smiled warmly at her, shaking his head a bit. 
<take a peek at her last sentence>
     "I guess I could live with that," he conceded. Priss's smile became
sensuous.
     "I'm so glad you agree," she breathed, kissing him deeply again.
<what do they do???>

-And there's a little implication here.
     "You worry too bloody much," she told him flatly. "I don't particularly
want to be alone, thank you; after what nearly happened tonight, I could use
the company, so just get your ass in there."
     "If you insist," he replied, straight-faced. 	
     "I do insist," she mock-growled, then yawned again. "Let's go before I
pass out on the carpet."  Weaving unsteadily, she led the way to the bedroom.


Now, I haven't seen part 10 to comment on. So, I can't say that this isn't
the "first few weeks" thing going on here, but still.....

Like I said, though, he still can be hammered for writing such damned long
fanfics. Also, for giving all the characters SkyKnight expressions ('bloody
this', 'bugger off', etc.)
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