A Little SciFi Romance

This is my post from a scifi novel forum site that I used to go to. We were given the starter situation:
It's just you alone in a room with tyrone and tek...

My romances always end out comedic and unromantic.
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Tyrone and I would already be engaged in a game of chess. I have a cozy living room, a nice plush rug by the fireplace, with a coffee table parked on it. A crackling fire would talk to us, speaking romance with the never ending Barry White cd. Our empty glasses of Crown and empty spits from roasting marshmallows would lay by the coffee table. Tyrone just moved his knight. I am on my knees, leaning towards the board, trying to find a way to kick his knight's ass. He smiles cause he knows he's winning. The cd gently melts to the next song.

"Ty," I call him, because saying Tyrone reminds me of the Erykah Badu song. Plus, I've never called a white man Tyrone before, Brian maybe, Jackson maybe, but never Tyrone. I'm sure there were some white men back in the Colonial and Reconstruction periods that were abundant in the name Tyrone, but I'm a modern woman and Tyrone was a name reserved for innercity black pimps. But I'm getting off track on the story. "Why on Earth did you move your knight there?" I playful treated the game like checkers and jumped his knight.

He quickly sat up in protest of that God awful move, chuckling, "You can't move like that." He leaned in on the game, too.

I gave him 'the eyebrow', a move made famous by him, but stolen, copied and printed by me. "Oh yeah?"

Grinning, he lifted his head up from the game to face mine. His eyes were dark like the Hershey's Special Dark miniatures that I give out at Halloween time to kids who look at me like the candy were Werther's Originals. I stared into them, engulfing myself into an erotic daydream. His thinly pursed lips were spread in a smiling smirk. His hand touched mine as he braced himself to hover over the game as his face came closer to mine. I couldn't keep from staring at his eyes. I, too, was starting to feel pulled towards him. I closed my eyes ever so slightly and my lips instinctively opened to receive his tender kiss. I felt flushed, yet anxious. I knew where this was going, but I wanted to go there, especially since this trip was free of charge.

The heat from Tyrone emitted over my blushing face. I placed my left hand on his shoulder. My right hand was holding me up as it strained to keep me from crashing into the coffee table in an erotic faint. I could feel his minty breath on my lips. My fingers curled up the back of his neck and into his coal black hair. He was so hot in his button-down. I inhaled sharply as his mouth crashed into mine.

Call me old, but he tasted like one of my favorite foods, peppermint. Mixed with my own chocolatey breath, this kiss was like ten-cent Andes mint from the register at Picadilly's while you wait for your grandmother to finish taking her pills with her half full glass of water. I savored his mouth. My fingers relished his hair. My body anticipated his next move. I wanted him so much. His hand cleared the chess board as he carefully straddled the coffee table, still locked in this kiss. My hands did their best to keep him from falling, but I wanted him too much. He came crashing down onto me as his left leg tripped up on the coffee table. I let out a soft scream as we both hit the floor. I was too happy to have been built for comfort. His left elbow was lodged in my left breast. I groaned. He adjusted his body.

"Sorry," he spoke. "I'm not as agile when there's an obstacle in my way." I didn't care if he never said another word. He maneuvered his body to get comfortable. Then he looked back into my eyes. My heart fluttered again. There was something bizare, but so arousing about his eyes. His hand cruised down my ribs, over my curves, across my hip and settling for a handful grasp at my thigh. He gave it a quick tug towards him. I knew exactly what to do, wrapping that leg over his. My toes fiddled with the hem of his jeans and his ankle. Both of us were breathing heavy.

He went back to kissing me, beginning to trail kisses down my neck to my collarbone. I trembled at his touch as he began to undo the buttons on my shirt with just his right hand. His hands were warm. He said the same about my body. My hands were too busy with his shoulders and his hair. He put his face in the plunge of my bra and inhaled the scent of buy 3, get 1 free Rice Flower & Shea body spray from Bath & Body Works. His fingers traced the lacy underwire of my bra. My back arched, smashing my lower body against his shirt and jeans.

He reached around my back and was trying to undo the bra. I couldn't help but let out a single exhaled chuckle. He looked at me, eyebrowed with curiosity as to why I was laughing. "It's undone in the front, Ty," I replied smarkly to his curiosity. He one-upped me as he kissed the smooth valley between my breasts and then licked down it to the clasp on my bra. I buckled under him. I could feel his smile on my sternum. His teeth grasped the clasp of my bra and pulled at it.

There's something mind-blowing and erection losing about a doorbell.

Tyrone rolled over with a "MotherF*@&%#!" I rapidly attempted to button my shirt back. This was highly embarrassing, but I did tell Tyrone that I was supposed to be having a party tonight. Some of the people didn't get the cencellation notice. Unfortunately, as I looked out of the side window, Tek was one of them. Tek was very hot, not as much as Tyrone though because of his over usage of 'Solar Plexis'. That's just something you don't want to hear after making out.

I turned around to assess the damage cause by Tyrone and I, but to my surprise, Ty was on the sofa, the chess board was back as it should be and there was no evidence that we had been drinking, roasting marshmallows or making out. I invited Tek into my home, despite hearing a groan coming from Tyrone. And that was a great sentence cause it rhymed.

Baby Apocalypse Hiding Out In Carinastan

ATLANTA, GA (Ericassociated Press) -- After being served with eviction notices for having ties to Al Quaeda, Baby Apocalypse is reportedly hiding out in a cave located in Carinastan. The head Carinastanian official, Carina, has confirmed that Baby Apocalypse is indeed within her walls; however, will not engage the tiny apocalyptic entity.
"She will vacate the premises on her own terms and conditions," commented Carina, head of the Carinastan counsel. "We do not want to risk hostilities from Ericaq
Ericaqi security has been alerted of the situation and will refrain from forceful extraction, involving tear gas and salad tongs. They wait on command to capture the renegade newborn insurgent.
"We believe that Baby Apocalypse is dangerous. However, without substantiated force and elevated threats, Baby Apocalypse could take harbor inside of Carinastan's uterus. It will be a matter of days, but we will capture the Baby Quaeda insurgent and place her under house arrest." Ericaqi enforcement leader, EJ, also commented, "Don't be fooled by Baby Apocalypse's adorability. She is dangerous. Carinastan will be punished severely for harboring a fugitive of the United States of Erica."
Carinastanian officials only had this to say, "In a few days, you can have her."
It is unlikely that Ericaqi forces will let this one slip through the cracks.

LOL Baby Apocalypse Talk

First of all, I'm EJ. My friend Carina (DecayedGurl) is pregnant. I was joking around with her about the pregnancy, just to cheer her up. I personally thought the conversation was frigging hilarious and I should share!

xsesiv4ce: Carina, spit that child out NOW
decayedgurl: I wish I could EJ, I'm thinking of sending her eviction papers :))
xsesiv4ce: LOL @ eviciton papers
hxteach2b: haha
decayedgurl: I hope I don't go over my due date :|
hxteach2b: omg who got evictio0n papers?
hxteach2b: damn this laptop
decayedgurl: I'm thinking of sending the baby eviction papers TeachaBeach
decayedgurl: I are evicting her outta my womb :|
xsesiv4ce: No we're evicting Baby Apocalypse from Carina
decayedgurl: Baby Apocalypse :))
hxteach2b: hrmm can i help with the eviction haha
xsesiv4ce: LOL Teach hell yeah, you get the Sheriff and we'll execute teh eviction
xsesiv4ce: I'll pull her out, you pull her other stuff out
hxteach2b: i got the sheriff hehe
borednkennesaw: who u eviting EJ?
decayedgurl: ew EJ :))
borednkennesaw: evicting
borednkennesaw: or how ever the hell u spell it
xsesiv4ce: we're evicting Baby Apocalypse. She won't vacant Carina's premises
xsesiv4ce: VACATE even
xsesiv4ce: LOL
hxteach2b: as long as i get the other stuff after she has shited
xsesiv4ce: We believe that Baby Apocalypse has ties to Al Queada
hxteach2b: She has prob. planed the attack in London from the belly
xsesiv4ce: Baby Apocalypse is hiding in the cave inside Carinastan
xsesiv4ce: we are going to smoke her out
hxteach2b: omg x
decayedgurl: what the hell is wrong with you EJ :))
hxteach2b: thats bad
borednkennesaw: lol