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Cross-posted from Faerie Wish

Title: His Muse
Fandom: Original
Author: kira
Rating: PG13 for nudity and mention of adult themes
Character(s): George, his Muse
Genre: slice of life
Warnings: none
Words: 631
Written for the prompt(s): Summer/Air conditioner
Beta: kat
Summary: George’s muse is ready to promise him anything in echange for a bit of air conditioning…
Author’s notes: Special thanks to Kat for pinking this for me and all her help..



George’s muse leaned on the edge of his computer desk, fanning herself with her hand. Completely naked, she was miffed that he was ignoring her, but it was not like he could see her anyway. “It’s hot in here,” she whined, even though he also could not hear her. “Are you even listening? I said it was hot in here!” The muse hated the rivulets of sweat that ran down her back to the crack of her ass, never mind the hot stickiness under her large heavy breasts. “I’ll go away if you don’t put on the air conditioner and I mean it, Mister!” She blew a damp lock of red hair out of her face as she leaned forward to glare at him. She slumped back against the desk, grumbling to herself something about “what a girl needed to do to get noticed around here!” He should have been all over her as she was his ideal woman; tall, red-headed, busty, ample hips and thighs, and a cute (in her opinion) perky ass.

She hopped off the desk and padded around his study. That did nothing to cool her off, but it did alleviate some of her boredom, until her thighs started to chafe. “Damn it!!” she cried as she flopped down on the sofa. She parted her thighs and waved her hand near her flamed colored curls. It was not much, but it was better than nothing.

The muse leaned forward. “Come on, George; put the air conditioner on already!! She sank back against the sofa cushions and sighed. “If you put it on, I promise to inspire the hottest girl on girl action you’ve ever written!! And if you’re really good,” she purred, “I’ll tell you how to add that teacher into the mix.” The muse waggled her eyebrows. “Please? I’m melting!! And if I melt, you won’t get anything done!” She stuck her tongue out at him.

As if to underscore her words, George sat there, staring at his computer monitor. The words that were flowing just a minute ago seemed to fail him. He frowned. Leaning back in his chair, he put his hands up behind his head and closed his eyes. He tried picturing the scene he was writing in his head, but all he could see was the action coming to an end as the red-headed female lead pouted at his written alter-ego. George sighed as he wondered what happened. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face. He wiped it away and reached for his glass of lemonade. It was slick with condensation and sadly, it was empty, except for a puddle of melted ice. George muttered to himself something his muse did not catch. He got up, turned the air conditioner on, and left the room.

His muse squealed with delight. The room was cooling down, and while she wished it would instantly get cold, the muse would take what she could get. She blew a kiss at him when George returned a few minutes later with a glass of lemonade. His hair was damp and she suspected he had splashed some water on his face and ran his wet hands through his hair. She did not care, he had gotten the message and now it was time to reward him for being so good. She got up and walked over to him as he sat down and stared at his monitor. Leaning over the back of his chair, the muse began to whisper in his ear.

George grinned. Somehow he had gotten his mojo back and the scene began to take shape as his fingers flew over the keyboard. He was on a roll again and George could not have been happier… and neither could his muse.

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