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Seduction In Bunny Pyjamas Ch. 01

By: buzzlegirl



Chapter 1 – Life's a bitch, or a bastard

She falls for her best friend. He is her salvation, and the cause of her pain, all rolled into one...

Note from Buzzlegirl – this is a story in 4 parts. There isn't much sex in this part, it's a bit of a slow build up, but worth it in the end I hope. This is my first submission, so please do vote and leave comments, I'd love to hear what you think and whether it's worth my trying anymore!

With lots of thanks to luvtaread for her superb editing skills.



This latest girl was exceptionally beautiful, standing in the kitchen wearing one of HIS shirts over what looked like a very expensive set of lingerie. Slim, long legged, perfect hair despite the early hour on a Sunday; everything a man could want. 

"Draven got lucky again" Alex thought to herself, padding into the kitchen. "It really doesn't seem fair that she could be that stunning!"

"Hey, could you pass the milk" she said to the beauty, plastering a (hopefully) friendly smile on her face as she walked over to the kettle and flicked the switch. 

"Oh, sorry, sure" startled, Beauty turned suddenly, looking down at Alex's reindeer slippers her ex had bought her as a joke, but not bothering to cover up her semi clad body "and you are?"

"I'm Alex, Draven's housemate"

Beauty's eyes widened slightly "not the answer she was expecting" thought Alex;

"He didn't mention you were..." Beauty paused, for the first time looking uncomfortable...no...perhaps more unsure than uncomfortable.

"He didn't mention I was at home? Ha ha, don't worry, I didn't overhear anything I shouldn't have, I was listening to music on my headphones" Alex finished for her, making an attempt to be friendly. After all Draven was her best friend and she really had no reason to feel quite so cold towards the girl, it wasn't her fault that Alex had a bit of a problem with beautiful girls; particularly the parade that wandered through the house on a fairly regular basis thanks to his penchant for the type. 

"No, he, erm, didn't mention you were a girl" Beauty looked a bit confused for a second, before turning back to the fridge and pulling out the condiments to go with the toast she was making. "I'm Rachel, I'm sure Draven's mentioned me, we work together at the bank" Beauty said, glancing over her shoulder at Alex again, giving her the once over from toe to head before turning back to the fridge, but not before Alex caught the smirk on her perfect lips.

"Of course" Alex lied smoothly – she didn't want to upset the girl, Draven could have mentioned her; now that Alex thought about it, there might have been mention of a Rachel, but then again, there were so many that had 'made Draven's acquaintance' it was hard to keep up! 

"Anything for an easy life" she thought. Actually, that wasn't true and Alex knew it deep down. She did it to keep Draven happy. No matter how she might kid herself, she let him get away with murder for one reason and one reason alone, she loved him and thus she would forgive him pretty much anything, despite how much she might disapprove. Ah unrequited love, is there anything worse, more painful, more humiliating? 

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Alex's life was dull. She got up, she went to work at her job in the hospital accounts department where she spent 8 hours moving paper from one pile to another, trying to balance budget with clinical requests; getting moaned at by Doctors for lack of funds for treatments and hospital management for overspends neither of which were her fault. After that heinous experience she would go home, tired and miserable, and lose herself for a couple of hours in the joy of a good book or music, before going to bed and starting the whole cycle again the next day. The highlight of her life would be the occasional evening she got to curl up with Dray on the sofa watching DVDs and just hanging out. That had been her life since she split up with Jamie a year previously.

Jamie, the man responsible for her complete lack of confidence. Nothing had been the same since she came home from work early that day with a headache and walked in to find him fucking some random bitch in their bed. 

The bitch had been courteous enough to look contrite and grab her clothes before running out of the room, but Jamie, rather than getting down on his knees and begging for forgiveness as Alex had expected, had been entirely unrepentant.

"What do you expect me to do? It's your fault...you never want to have sex anymore, you're always too tired or too busy. Then when we do, it's the same old shit. I don't know why I even stuck with you this long, it's not like you're worth fucking anyway" his tirade just went on and on getting louder and more hurtful as he got more and more angry.

So, according to him, what Alex had thought was simply a rough patch in their four year relationship was, in fact, something else entirely. It didn't seem to occur to him that she WAS tired, since she was the one out working to support his dreams of becoming a musician...the dreams that involved him being seemingly unable to hold down a full time job for more than a few weeks ("It stifles my creativity babe, you know"). She'd done it willingly, she loved him and genuinely wanted him to be happy. 

OK, there was the odd moment when she had resented his lack of motivation in the working world, and lord knows they could have used the extra money, but, no relationship was without its challenges. And it was so easy to overlook those faults when he was sitting at the bottom of the bed strumming his guitar, creating something beautiful from thin air. His eyes closed, the melody surrounding him in an erotic fog that made him even more beautiful.

Instead he had 'outgrown' her, he wanted some fun, he wanted someone interesting, exotic, beautiful and good in bed....

"Someone who knows how to please a man, fucking you is like fucking an elephant, except that would be more interesting" Jamie spat at her. Damned if that hadn't raked over her biggest insecurity – she'd always felt inferior to Jamie, he was talented, good looking and she'd always found it difficult to believe that he wanted her despite what he'd always said. He knew how self-conscious she was about her less than waif like appearance and yet he seemed to think it was ok to use that against her. His handsome face was shining with anger, taking perverse pleasure in destroying all her illusions. In bringing her down to nothing, even less than nothing.

She couldn't listen to any more, Alex did the only thing she could think of...she ran. 

She walked around for hours, Jamie's angry face swimming in her head, his accusations and spiteful words playing over and over. She found herself outside Draven's flat. She wasn't sure how long she sat there on the bench opposite but the darkness had closed in. 

Suddenly he was there putting a coat around her shivering shoulders "Hey Al" he said softly, "why don't you come in and have shower, then you can tell me what's up". He gently pulled her to her feet before shepherding her in out of the rain. 

"When did it start to rain?" she thought numbly. 

He manoeuvred her into the bathroom where he started the shower before depositing her in the small cubical, clothes and all. She felt the warmth of the water fusing the fog around the edges of her mind. When she eventually got out of the shower, she saw Draven had thoughtfully put a pair of jogging bottoms out and a t-shirt. 

God she'd ran out on her life and hadn't even taken her purse. She had no clothes, no money, no keys, nothing. She started to cry again and seconds later, Dray was at her side, gathering her gently against his sculpted chest. Those hours of kite-surfing and gym work-outs left him with a body to die for which, right now, Alex was hanging onto as if her life depended on it. He gently slid to the floor, leaning his broad shoulders against the wall, holding her tucked on his lap, her head resting against his shoulder and his hand gently stroking her back soothingly. 

"What did that bastard do to you Al?" he said gently. 

Dray loved women and despite the fact he had a parade of them through his door, he wasn't a bastard. He didn't cheat and he had a certain morality about his relationships, even his one night stands, despite the fact he couldn't seem to commit for more than a few months at most. As she recounted the story, there on the floor of the bathroom, she felt his body tense inch by inch, his hand stilled on her back. 

"Fucking dick" he swore softly as she repeated word-for-word what Jamie had said about her. "Bastard". 

By the end, she was drained, emotionally, physically and her head was pounding. Draven picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed "You can stay here love, don't worry, as long as you need" and she'd felt a small ray of hope; maybe it was going to be worth getting up tomorrow. 

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Alex didn't really remember the months that followed that disastrous day. They seemed shrouded in cigarette smoke, numbness and nightmares. Jamie had cleared out practically everything by the time she'd felt strong enough to go round to their old flat; all he'd left were her clothes and a few personal effects, which had been dumped unceremoniously in corner of the bedroom - the photo albums documenting their life together and the gold chain and St Christopher she'd given him as their last anniversary present. She'd been heartbroken all over again.

Draven had just been there, his usual cheeky demeanour replaced with sombre understanding. There was no humour in this situation. He helped her gather up her things into bin bags before taking the photos and the other keep sakes Jamie had so cruelly discarded and carried them to the car.

It seemed perversely funny to her, carting her life out in bin bags when it had been reduced to rubbish. The hysterical laughter that bubbled out of her had, in mere seconds, morphed into wracking, gut-wrenching sobs that shook her entire body. Draven was immediately at her side, pulling her into a comforting embrace, her tears soaking into the cotton of his t-shirt as he cradled her. 

She'd moved into his place, initially for just a week or so, but a week had turned into a month and before she'd realised, 10 months had passed. They'd decided not to renew the tenancy on Dray's flat and had between them, rented a small house in the middle of town.

They found they could live together easily, too easily in fact for some who always saw fit to comment. Their landlady thought they were the 'perfect couple' apart from one thing, they weren't actually a couple.

As the months passed, Alex's feelings for Draven had changed. She couldn't really put her finger on when exactly. They had known each other since college, Draven being one of the popular, sporty bunch and Alex being one of the dark goth types – not the sort you would normally put together, but they were lab partners in Biology and had found a commonality in their love of sports cars and quoting lines from the Simpsons.

After college they had drifted apart, but fate had brought them together when Draven returned from uni and they literally bumped into each other outside the court house in town. They reacquainted, moved onto mates, then friends, then good friends, then, without intention, the best of friends. It was an unusual dynamic but it worked.

Jamie had always been jealous of her friendship with Dray, but it had always been nothing more than a close, platonic and warmest of friendships. Had she married Jamie like she planned, she knew that she would never have considered Draven as anything more than a friend. Yet here she was, locked in an emotional relationship with a man who would never return her feelings...she'd gone from 'heartbroken loser' to 'pathetic loser crushing on her best friend' in one deft blow.

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"Word up Chief!" Draven came sauntering in, shirtless, board shorts hugging his lean hips carrying his 9 m kite over his shoulder and his board in his hand.


Alex peered over her glasses, her curly red hair piled on top of her head making her look like a stern school teacher. "Rachel asked you to call her this afternoon about meeting this evening at Bar One...seems you two have been seeing a lot of each other. Do you think we can move onto referring to her as your girlfriend?!" she teased, arching one eyebrow at him.

"Hey hey, now don't go scaring a guy like that! I mean, the "G" word, that's a big step in a man's life! Don't get me wrong, she's fit as fuck don't you think and seriously, she can suck like you wouldn't believe but..."

"Dray!" Alex interrupted holding her hand up as if to physically prevent the image of Draven and the beautiful Rachel permeating her mind "remember that conversation we had about over sharing? I might be your mate but there are certain things you should leave to discuss with the guys down at the pub."

"Yeah yeah, but you know I think of you as a dude, man! That's what I love about you, you're the only chick I know that I can talk to like a bloke."

"Sure, sure, I know. She left you her home phone number, it's by the phone, said her mobile was playing up since she didn't seem to be getting as many messages from you lately" Alex pointed with the end of her pencil before looking back down to the crossword she was doing.

"So what are you up to this evening Al? Got a hot date?" Dray mused, raiding the fridge for the left-overs of last night's chicken pie "mmmm gfd yoof cnn cukf."

"Draven Gareth Holmes, did your mother not teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" Alex scolded, grateful for the excuse to change the subject before they got onto the old subject of her social life, or lack thereof.

"Mmmm baby I do love it when you get all stern with me, I'm such a bad boy" Dray leered in a deep voice waggling his eye-brows comically "and have I told you, you look hot in those cute little bunny pyjamas?"

"Down boy" Alex swatted him with her newspaper, laughing at Draven's over-acted leering "you're such a perv, I'm surprised any woman will go near you."

"You know you want me, you're only a helpless female after all" he joked walking around the table towards the stairs, laughing at his own joke. 

Alex was used to their banter and knew he was just messing around, the smile fading from her lips as he walked away, a slight sadness washing over. It wasn't that she wasn't content, she was far happier than she thought she could be considering events a year ago. Draven had been instrumental in her rebuilding her life, but was pushing her to take the next step, start going out more, dating even. His pop psychology was that she was afraid to start seeing other people, scared of getting hurt. Maybe he was right to some degree, after all, her experience with Jamie had not left her unscathed. But she knew it was more than that, she knew that somewhere there was a part of her that didn't want this happy little home she'd built with him to end and didn't want to move on with anyone but her Dray. 

But it wasn't going to happen. By his own admission Draven Holmes was as shallow as they came, only dating women that fit his 'criteria' – slim, beautiful, blond and ditzy. He certainly didn't want a plump, slightly goth redhead. Plus by his own admission, she knew him better than he knew himself sometimes.

"You need to get a life you stupid cow" Alex berated herself. "AND...you seriously need to get laid as well before you forget how". That was it, she was calling her friends from work, who were always out on a Saturday night, and she was going out to have some fun.

Seduction In Bunny Pyjamas Ch. 02



Chapter 2 – Things can only get better after they've got a damn sight worse!

An unexpected blast from the past rocks Alex's world, in more ways than one...

Note from Buzzlegirl – this is part 2. Things start to heat up now and get moving. please do vote and leave comments, I'd love to hear what you think about how things are developing!

With lots of thanks to luvtaread for her superb editing skills.

"So how come I haven't seen you in here before" Justin shouted over Nicola's warbling karaoke rendition of 'Hit me baby one more time' at Bar One. Alex had begged the girls to go to some other bar in town, knowing that Rachel and Draven were meeting here, but having already been to several pubs and a rather up market bar, they were running out of places to finish the night. And, since Nicola was insistent that Bar One was a must, off they went. Besides, after that many vodkas, nobody dared argue with her! That said, Bar One was one of the most popular hang outs for locals and the best place to meet new people.

So that's how Alex found herself talking to Justin, a friend of a friend of a friend. He seemed nice enough, and in her opinion far too good looking to be interested in her, but he seemed to be paying her the right amount of attention. She hadn't seen Draven or Rachel but had heard from their other mutual friends that they were around somewhere. She kept looking around nervously, half expecting to see them going at it on one of the cosy sofas somewhere in the vast club. 

"Sorry, what did you say?" she looked at Justin, realising that he was looking at her expectantly – he'd clearly asked her a question.

"I asked how come I haven't seen you in here before?"

"Oh, erm, I've been erm, I've been busy, erm, well you know" Alex trailed of lamely.


"Sure, of course. Would you like another drink?"

"Actually, I was just waiting for my..." Alex was trying to politely end the conversation with him before things got out of hand when out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. Her head started to spin, and it wasn't the vodka either, but now, in front of her was Draven, looking stunning in a jeans and a sexy 'Bench' t-shirt which hugged his chest and arms perfectly. Wrapped around him was an equally stunning Rachel, looking sultry, sexy and possessive.

"Hey Al, you ok?" Draven looked at her concernedly as she jumped up and pushed past him towards the door.

"Yeah sure Draven, why wouldn't I be, I just need some air is all" Alex said "and Justin and I were just leaving anyway to go somewhere a bit more peaceful and with a nicer atmosphere" she added cuttingly, as an afterthought directed at Rachel who was staring daggers at Alex for even daring to talk to Draven. 

"Oh sure, have fun" Draven looked confused, unsure, like he was going to ask something else, but Rachel wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and drawing his attention easily. Soon, Alex was forgotten.

Alex stood outside heaving in great gasps of air as if she'd been choking. What the hell was she thinking? She knew what Dray was like, why had she reacted so badly at seeing him with Rachel? She'd spend a year wasting her life, and months pining for a man who would never feel anything remotely romantic about her. Suddenly she felt angry. At Dray, at Rachel, at herself. 

Justin was at her side his hand hovering over her shoulder in an endearingly uncertain fashion. "Are you ok?" he asked her, looking concerned.

"......yeah....." her voice croaked out, no more than a whisper. She cleared her throat. "Yes" she said more clearly. "I think I'd like to go home".

"OK I'll walk with you..." 

He seemed so sweet, concerned for a girl he'd only just met. Alex took the opportunity in the quite still of the night air to really looked at the guy in front of her, the one she was brushing off...he was funny, interesting, good looking, good job, his own hair and teeth! Why wouldn't a girl be overjoyed to be with him? Alex was resolute, she was not going to spend her time moping around anymore. She was going to live her life just as she planned.

"I'd, erm...well, I had a good time, I'd like to see you again sometime, you know...if you wanted to perhaps..." God that sounded so confident and convincing! Justin turned to her, looking surprised but, at least not repulsed. "You look surprised?"

"I didn't think you were that interested, that's all. But I'd like to see you again. How about dinner?"

She nodded, offering Justin a shy smile, "I'd really like that.".

"So was that an ex or something?" he enquired "I don't mean to pry of course, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."


"No its fine, no, Draven's not my ex, he's my housemate actually. There is nothing going on there, honestly. I've been single for about a year."

"Oh ok" he looked like he was contemplating this. He really did seem to be a decent guy, not pushy or anything. She knew that jealousy wasn't the motivator of his questions, he wasn't Jamie. Taking her hand he pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand, just enough to feel intimate without being too full on. 

"I'll call you." 


Alex walked up the path to the house feeling better than she had in ages. Maybe she really could do this. No Jamie, no Draven just her on her own, meeting new people, getting out of this prison she'd built for herself. The feeling carried her forward humming as she got her keys out. 

That's when she noticed the figure sitting on the little bench on the porch covering the front door. He stood up just as she froze, too frightened to move, run or do anything but stare like a deer caught in the headlights...

He was a good foot taller than her, not bulky but toned, somehow he looked familiar. "Alex".

The security light came on.

"Jamie?!" she gasped. He looked thinner than when she'd last seen him, he'd definitely lost that slight spread around his middle that he'd gained whilst living with her. His eyes were still the same stormy grey colour, his blond hair was longer. Her eyes travelled down, he was wearing the winter coat she'd given him a few years back, it looked great on him then and still did now. She was shocked she even noticed. 

"What are you doing here?"

"I badgered Tasha" (she was going to kill their one last mutual friend when she next saw her) "took me ages but finally she let slip where you were living now. I've been wanting to talk to you for ages, to say I'm sorry, to try and make amends. Not that I think I can. Not that I even deserve it." His eyes dropped to the path in front of him. "You look good Alex, great in fact." his eyes met hers again "Please all I want to do is talk to you" His hand reached out for her and, as if someone else was in control of her, she stepped under the porch and placing her hand in his.

Bending slowly he moved to gently kiss her cheek following that with a gentle brush of his thumb over the same spot, his gaze holding hers, the sorrow mixed with longing clear in his eyes. Alex was shocked at the spark of desire that seemed to radiate from the path of Jamie's touch. She turned to nuzzle her face into the palm of his hand before meeting his gaze again for a second as his lips descended slowly to meet hers, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. His tongue reached out to gently sweep over her lips, probing for entry. A shiver raced down her spine. It felt good to be kissed again, to be desired. The touch was familiar yet so different to anything that they had before. 

Alex felt Jamie's tongue stroke across hers, his hands following the sweep of her back down, then up in a firm yet gentle caress. Despite the cold night air, Alex didn't seem to notice when exactly Jamie had unbuttoned her coat, his hand sliding gracefully over her hip and under her woollen jumper to touch the bare skin. Following her rib cage up he gently ran his fingers over the under-wire of her bra but made no move to push it aside. She heard a slight moan pass his lips as he nibbled his way from her mouth along her jaw line to her ear. The gasp that escaped her lips didn't sound like it even came from her...it sounded so distant, yet she felt the insistent pull of desire in the pit of her stomach, her nipples felt deliciously sore as the rubbed against her bra. The gasps turned to a moan as Jamie worked his fingers under the lace and pinched her nipple between his index and middle finger, all the time, his mouth pillaging hers insistently. 

She felt him manoeuvre her back into the alcove of the porch, away from any prying eyes on the street and at the same time bringing her into more intimate contact with his body. She felt the hardness pressing insistently against her belly through his jeans and intended to reach out to touch it just as his fingers, which had been gathering up her skirt, skimmed across the tops of her stockings and made contact with the damp lace at the juncture of her thighs. She felt the slight pain of her head lolling back against the harsh exposed brick of the wall behind her as her moan was swallowed by another insistent kiss.

"God you're so sexy. I missed you so badly. Tell me, do you want this? I never meant for this to go so far but I can't seem to stop myself." he ground out against her mouth, as his fingers slid under the elastic of her thong into the dewy softness before treating her engorged clit to the same pinching motion as her nipple before which left her teetering on the edge. 


"Oh god, mmmm, please ohhh ohh." Her head was spinning, nothing mattered apart from the intense pleasure Jamie was building, his fingers insistently circling her clit, pushing her to the brink before pulling back to tease her again, his mouth nipping at her collar bone before returning to her mouth. 

"Tell me." 

"Please, please...oh god, I want this...yes" she begged.

She felt the small smile against her lips, his fingers continuing to dance over her clit with the lightest of touches. Just when she thought she would go mad from the pleasure, his hand moved lower to run the tip of his finger over the lips of her slit. She unconsciously shifted her legs wider in silent encouragement and was rewarded as he entered her with one firm thrust of his hand. Pulling out again to the tips, he followed this with a second finger, his thumb returning to tease her aching clit just as his fingers curled inside her. His fingers were just the exact length needed to hit the holy grail of her g- spot.

Her eyes shot open and met his intense gaze at the exact moment her whole body tensed in readiness. With one more stroke of her clit, she came violently, flooding his hand with her juices, spasming around him, her thighs clenched together holding him in place. 

Alex slowly became aware of Jamie's gentle touch as he rearranged her clothes back into some semblance of order, his lips brushing her forehead. She didn't want to open her eyes, the sour feeling of guilt washing over her. Oh god, what had she done. The man who broke her heart, who left her a shell of a person for a year says all of three words to her, one touch and she let him....

Her mind was rushing. What did she want? Damn, this was all wrong. 

"I'm so sorry Alex. I never meant for that to happen...not that I'm sad that it did" he hurried on. "I wanted to tell you to your face I...the things I said, I didn't mean them. I felt so guilty, so I acted like the biggest tosser...I blamed you. I only wanted to take the time to say I was sorry. To admit I was wrong and I had made the biggest mistake of my life." he looked down at her.

His finger gently lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. "Maybe you should talk to him." he said slowly. Alex was so confused! Jamie really did appear genuine about how bad he felt, but didn't know what he meant with that last remark. She said nothing, just looking at him wide-eyed, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and stupid. Some kind of emotion must have shown in her face, because Jamie continued "You obviously have feelings for the guy, I realised before, I was always jealous of Draven, but not because I really thought you were sleeping together. I just envied the closeness you had when we were drifting apart."

"It's really not that I'm blaming you, I know that my sleeping with Tina" he took a deep breath and continued "My cheating on you was the cause of the distance between us. I couldn't cope with the guilt of my wrong-doing, but didn't want to blame myself." 

"I don't understand what this has to do with Draven, Jamie" Alex whispered. All the times she'd played over in her head what she would say if she ever saw him again and here she stood, legs shaking from the most intense orgasm of her life, tongue-tied and confused.

"I suppose I just thought perhaps this would be my one last chance to touch you. God I've missed you so much but, well, its kinda obvious I'm too late. I know you Alex, or at least I used to...you feel something for him, you gave it away when you cried out his name and not mine when you were coming."

Oh god. "Oh Jamie, oh I'm so sorry, I...I don't even know what to say" the tears that had welled up in her eyes suddenly threatened to flow over. How had she got so messed up? 

"Hey, it's ok" he tried to pull her to him but she stepped away.

"No its not, it's really not, I..." she hiccupped "What must you think of me. I've never been a slut...in all the time since we've been apart there's been no one. No one...then one look at you, one touch and I'm...." a fat tear rolled down her cheek. Alex buried her face in both hands.

"What the hell did you do to her..." a menacing growl ground out from the darkness. Neither Jamie nor Alex had noticed Draven and Rachel's return. To say Draven looked angry didn't quite sum it up. He looked ready to rip Jamie apart.

"It really isn't what you are thinking Dray, nothing happened, well, what I mean is, nothing that I didn't want to happen happened" Alex stepped between the men, laying a hand on Draven's chest in an attempt to sooth him. Jamie was tall, but Draven had at least 3 or 4 inches on him and probably a good 20 lbs of solid muscle. And he didn't look like he was in a hurry to back down.

"Draven, really, it's not what it looks like, I haven't come to make trouble" Jamie held his hands up in a conciliatory gesture.

"Alex, what the fuck is going on...why are you standing on our front porch with HIM, the bastard who nearly destroyed you, who left you to sit outside my flat and nearly catch pneumonia, crying in his arms with your lips all swollen and a love bite on your neck? I thought you couldn't stand the bastard and here you are looking like you've just been mauled by him and loved it. I knew it had been a while since you were with anyone, but I didn't think you were that desperate...." 

That was it. He was acting like some jealous boyfriend, despite the fact that his current play-thing was standing just behind him looking increasingly unhappy. "Draven Holmes, since when do I answer to you? Huh? You walked into the middle of something and when I tell you it's none of you damn business I expect you to back off. You're acting like you have some prior claim here, well since you've spent your whole life chasing anyone in a skirt BUT me, I don't think you've got any rights here buddy. Besides, I don't think Beauty here is too happy with the fact you're not upstairs right now fucking her brains out, after all, what else would Draven Homes be doing on a weekend?" 

Alex realised it was harsh and uncalled for to drag Rachel into it, knew she was being unreasonable and unduly nasty to her best friend, but she'd had enough. All those months of watching women parade through the house, the confusion caused by the times they would sit on the sofa cuddled up together watching DVDs, it almost felt like he loved her too...and the confusion of being with Jamie again, it was all just too much.

Jamie stepped forward to grab her just as Alex burst into tears, pushed passed the stunned Draven and furious Rachel and for the second time in her life, ran away from home.

She got as far as the corner of the road. "Alex wait...where are you going" Jamie was right behind her. 

"I...I..." the tears were flowing fast now. The overwhelming emotions pinging around her brain like ricocheting bullets. She half collapsed as she sank down onto the cold wet grass.


"Come on sweetheart, we'll work this out. Don't cry." He wrapped her in his arms. 

"Jamie, don't please". Through the tears she looked at him. "I know what happened back there was confusing, not just for you, believe me. But we can never have what we had before, I could never trust you again. Yes I still want you physically, that's apparent" she looked down at the floor, her face flushed with the guilt and recent arousal, "and I don't think after what happened between us I can be friends with you." She sniffed, feeling stronger with every word.

"I don't hate you though, not like I did. But it took seeing you to realise I was passed this. As much as I can be anyway. We can never be together again, but, well some-day, soon I hope, I'll be able to forgive you. It's time we both moved on I think."

Jamie was studying her closely. His hand still resting on her shoulder. A small smile ghosted over his lips "I get it babe. I really am sorry."

Alex nodded, slowly getting to her feet. "Bye Jamie, be happy."

"Where are you going?"

"Home..."



Seduction In Bunny Pyjamas Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – Never give up hope

Things begin to look clearer, but not before the fight!

Note from Buzzlegirl – Here's part 3. Another part which builds more by way of story than sex, but things with Alex and Draven really start to develop.

With lots of thanks to luvtaread for her superb editing skills.

Alex turned away from Jamie and her past and walked resolutely back down the street. She may not like this, but she had to try and sort the mess out rather than running away. As she got to the house, she could hear the sound of voices from the street. The front door was slightly ajar. She slipped inside and soundlessly dropped the catch.

They were fighting. One problem with this house, poor sound insulation – you could hear pretty much everything.

"How could you just stand there and let her talk about me like that? I mean, what in the hell is wrong with you? We're having a great time at the bar with all the girls, and then suddenly you see HER with that poor guy, lucky escape if you ask me, and you jump up and run off to her. Then...THEN she leaves and suddenly you're not in the mood and want to go too..."

The ranting just continued, she didn't even seem to take a breath!

Alex stood stock still. Clearly she couldn't talk to Draven, apologise to him, now. Suddenly she heard a thud and a moan like someone had been hit. She didn't think Draven would ever hit a woman, but well, that sounded painful, what if he'd lost his temper?

She gingerly walked up the stairs just as the sounds of things being thrown around the room got louder. She couldn't hear him shouting, only Rachel, but damn, she had to do something, she'd feel terrible if things got violent and she stood by doing nothing. Alex hesitated, poised outside Draven's door to knock just as it flew open.

"YOU..." Rachel screamed, flying out of the door towards her. She looked wild, mad and spitting like an angry cat. "How dare you..." Rachel stepped forward as Alex backed away until her back was pressed against the wall. "You're just jealous that he wouldn't look at a dumpy little slut like you and yet you think you have the right to go round bringing me into your sordid little affairs. I'm not surprised Jamie dumped you! Oh yes, I know all about you and the evil Jamie... Poor little Alex begging for the scraps of attention from a man who feels nothing but pity for you" Before anyone could move, Rachel's hand connected with Alex's cheek in a slap so hard that rattled her back teeth. 

"Rachel no!" Draven roared as her hand raised again this time using her fist. Alex tasted blood long before the ringing in her ears stopped. "Get the fuck out Rachel, I mean it...I've had it with you, seriously, you are fucking insane!" He grabbed the blonde's swinging arm, spinning her away from Alex and pushing her up the corridor. 

It could have been minutes, could have been hours later, she felt him crouching down over her, gently tilting her chin up with one finger so he could look at her face. Alex looked up at him. He had a cut on his cheek and he looked rough; bloodshot eyes and an ashen pallor on his tanned, handsome face.

"God Alex, I'm so sorry. Fuck..." he looked crestfallen.

"You didn't hit me, did you" Alex reached out and touched his face "and anyway, I'm the one who should be apologising here. I realise that you were just looking out for me. You come back to find me crying and Jamie standing there, and I realise what you think of him. I mean, I've thought it too before now. And you really have been the best friend I ever had, could ever wish for. You helped me pick up the pieces and get my life back together and, well that gives you a right to know what was going on. But I was embarrassed at what had happened so I lashed out at you. I am sorry Dray really I am." 

It surprised her to realise that she felt so much worse about this than she did about Jamie. 

She found herself sitting in Draven's room – the usually neat clutter was strewn all over the room. She caught sight of her face in the mirror; she'd have a nice black eye in an hour or so if she didn't get some ice on it. He disappeared for a minute then came in with a bag of peas wrapped in a tea towel and pushed it firmly on her eye. "Are you ok, you didn't pass out or anything did you?"

"No I'm fine really. Look, I have to tell you, I didn't sleep with Jamie."

"Alex, look, I'm the last person you have to explain yourself to. I'm sorry too you know. I saw you with him and I just saw red" he looked unsure of himself, confusing marring his beautiful features.

"You're not going back to him Al, are you? Please no..."

He sank down next to her on the bed reaching over to move the rudimentary ice pack away to check the damage. She saw him wince, clearly it wasn't good. He looked so concerned for her, she knew that he did care for her at least. Sometimes she could almost fool herself into thinking it was more than friendly concern. His cheek looked painful. She reached out and gently stroked her finger across the gash. At least it wasn't bleeding any more. Draven stilled as her fingers continued to gently stroke along his cheek before threading her fingers into his curly black hair.

"I want you to know Dray, I told Jamie not to come back here. That I didn't want to be with him. And you know, he understood. He even tried to give me some advice about..." she trailed off, how could she finish that sentence without giving away what had made her cry? 

"You can tell me anything Al, you know that don't you" he was the only one that called her Al. A sudden memory of his Al Capone impression made her smile. He was a goofy one sometimes. But...


"I can't tell you this Dray, it could destroy everything. I could lose you and I just couldn't risk that. I could live with just about anything, as long as I have you in my life" realising she'd already said too much, she jumped up off the bed, the sudden movement made her dizzy and she swayed on her feet for a second. Draven was immediately at her side, taking her arm to steady her. 

"So it is about me then, the reason you were crying? Rachel mentioned a few times...ahem.." he coughed and looked anywhere but at her "that you were, you know, interested in me. As more than a friend...that you might even, well, have feelings for me." He looked up at her, his piercing blue eyes shining looking stormy, full of emotion. 

She felt her face burning with shame "Dray, please, I don't want to talk about this now. I'm tired. Tomorrow yeah?" he was getting too close to something that could be the truth and Alex knew she wasn't ready for that. 

He let her go. She crawled into bed moments later, her prayers not to cry herself to sleep were answered; sleep didn't come.

A week later, Alex peered carefully around her door down the hall, listening for any signs of life, hoping that Draven had already left for work. She had done a fairly good job at avoiding him since "that night" and had buried herself into work and going out with her friends. She'd even been out with Justin again, just to the cinema and they were both quite clear, just as friends. But it did seem a step in the right direction. 

She had noticed that Rachel hadn't been round since then either. In fact, now she thought about it, she hadn't seen nor heard anything of Draven's usual parade of women, which in all the time she'd known him was a first, save for the time he had chicken pox and he'd been too sick to get out of bed for two weeks. He'd been so sweet when he was poorly, letting her feed him chicken soup and begging her to cuddle up in bed with him whilst they watched TV. She sighed, she was going to miss him, that was for sure.

The house was still. Alex relaxed and wondered downstairs still in her pyjamas to get some breakfast. She'd taken a couple of days leave from work so she could start the search for a new flat. She couldn't really afford to move out, but she couldn't stay either. It was all too complicated. Walking into the kitchen she came to a dead halt. Draven was sitting at the table, his eyes bloodshot, his hair a mess and, from the state of him, still wearing yesterday's clothes.

"Alex" he leapt up from the table, the chair clattering to the floor loudly behind him, but he didn't even seem to notice. 

"Dray! Are you ok? You're not sick are you?" she rushed to him, feeling his forehead with the back of her hand to check for fever.

"I don't think so, well I haven't been sleeping well...but, I need to talk to you. Really Alex, it's important" he'd grasped her hand and was holding on for dear life as if scared she'd disappear in front of him.

"Erm, ok sure. We do need to talk, you're right" There was no good time to tell him her plan to move out, but she might as well do it now. 

"Rachel and I have split up"

No surprise there.

He chuckled, had she said that out loud? "You don't look surprised! I suppose you shouldn't be really. But it's not the fact we've split up that's unusual. I saw her at work the day after. We went back to her place and she was apologising" he actually started to blush, Alex could imagine what kind of apologising he was eluding to.

"Well, I don't know Al, we got into another spat which turned into another row. It's just she was shouting at me for an hour about how I was always commenting on your opinions of things, what you'd done, where you'd been. I was, well, no offence, but I was saying that Jamie really was a loser and that he didn't deserve your forgiveness. Well she just lost it, saying that if I agreed with you so much and if I enjoyed spending time with you so much and we had so much fun, why was I with her and not you? And, well" he glanced up at her for a second, uncertainty clear in his eyes.

"And Dray, what happened?" she coaxed.

"Well, I...I....hesitated."

"You hesitated? Why Dray? We've been friends for ages and you never even once looked at me even sideways! What would make her think there was anything between us?"

Draven was staring intently at her, as if he was trying to read the answer to some mystic puzzle in her eyes. "It was like for the first time someone had pointed out something to me that was right before my eyes and I could see the truth. So maybe you weren't someone who I would normally go for, but it was like I could see a future with you that I could never have with Rachel or any of the others I've dated."

"I've always been a shallow bastard. I've never hidden that. But I've always been looking for something deep down. I know you know that, you've said it before, like I was looking for the perfect girl and none of them measured up because of the type of girls I was looking at. Rachel was the last in a long line," (he had enough sense to look embarrassed at this, a small smile on his lips for a brief second) "well a long line of cardboard cut out women, all slight variations on the same theme, beautiful, great arm-candy, but nothing more. Suddenly I realised in that second that you were under my skin. The thought of being with you, well, it wasn't the shock it should have been."

She asked incredulously. "Dray, you can't mean this, you don't see me like that, you never have!" she argued.

He looked exasperated for a second "I think I just told you, Alexandra, that you are right, to a point, but now I'm looking. I'm looking and I see something that I've been missing out on for way too long..." the humorous glint returning to his ocean-blue eyes. "I'm willing to wait if you need some convincing." 

He moved to stand in front of her, reaching out for her face, tracing the swell on her cheek with the tip of his finger. His lips followed the same path, kissing along her cheek before brushing gently over her lips, once, twice. He pulled back slightly to look at her "You can breathe now, I'd rather you didn't pass out from lack of oxygen you know" he chided.

"Dray, please, I....Please don't be joking"

"I wouldn't be so cruel sweetheart. I know I've been an idiot. I know I've not noticed what a beautiful girl I had right in front of my eyes. But I do want you; I want everything you can give me. I want the future that I can only have with you Al."

His lips came down over hers again, more firmly this time. She hesitated for a moment longer before signing quietly and giving herself over to the kiss completely. He took advantage of her slightly parted lips, the tip of his tongue probing into her mouth, his hand stroking along her shoulder, down her back and up again in a tender caress. Suddenly, she was in his arms, her body pressed tightly against him from head to toe. She felt his hard cock pressed against the softness of her belly.


"Jeez" she cried, her head snapping back to look into his eyes "You really want me?"

"Oh baby, please don't doubt it" His mouth lowered to the curve of her neck, biting gently, making her gasp, this time sweeping his hands down her back to cup her bottom through the thin material, before lifting her off her feet so he could reach her mouth and nestle her against his hard erection. Her legs wrapped around his hips allowing him to feel the warmth radiating from her pussy through the thin barrier of her pyjama shorts. Her arms held him tightly around his neck, their kiss becoming more impassioned, less gentle. 

He stepped forward as she clung to him, turning and sitting her gently on the kitchen table, the effort of depositing her without dumping her causing his pecs and abs to tense. She'd seen him clad in a towel or skimpy boxer shorts often enough to know that all those hours of sport paid off, leaving him with beautiful sculpted muscle. He reached down to run his hands over her calves, massaging the quivering muscles before skimming the backs of her knees, continuing up the inside of her thighs as far as he could reach under the skimpy shorts. 

Alex was dreaming again, she was so sure. Draven's mouth was tasting hers, so sweetly, yet so hungrily. His hands running over her body stroking every plane in wonder. Except this was more real than any dream about Draven she'd ever had before. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, desperately trying to hang onto the dream. She heard him chuckle, that sexy husky laugh that set her body aflame. Opening her eyes she looked into his.

"I've never seen you look more beautiful" Then, confusingly, he smoothed down her clothes "but this is not some quick shag, as MUCH as I do want you right now, so, we're going to wait. We're going to do this right...Alexandra Xanthie Forrester, will you go on a date with me?"

Alex couldn't understand what he was saying. This was Draven, love em fast and hard then leave em. "You don't want to sleep with me?"

"Oh I do babe, you've felt how much," for good measure he gripped her hips and ground his hard cock against her. "But you and I are going to do this differently. We're going to date, we're going to get to know each other as boyfriend and girlfriend, we're going to take this slowly, and then, when we're ready, we'll take that step...if you say yes of course" Draven looked at her.

"He actually looks unsure of himself" Alex marvelled to herself "Dray, we've been friends a long time. We've lived together for a year and I think you know me better than anyone. I'm scared of throwing away the best friend I ever had, but I'm more scared at the thought of passing up the one thing I've wanted more in my life than anything else, out of fear. Oh any by the way, when has any woman ever been able to say no to the great Draven Holmes?" she chided.

He beamed at her, "You aren't most women, in fact, I never met one like you, don't think I ever will again." he stroked her face again "Right, assuming you're not working today, you'd best get dressed, we're going out."



Seduction In Bunny Pyjamas Ch. 04



Chapter 4 – One day my prince will come...or perhaps he already has?

Her happily ever after comes, but she has to be sneaky to get what she wants...

Note from Buzzlegirl – this is the final part. Hope you enjoyed it. If you did or even if you didn't, please vote or leave me a comment

With lots of thanks to luvtaread for her superb editing skills.



Two weeks and 10 official dates later, they sat in a lovely little Italian restaurant in town. Draven was goofing around with his food, trying to convince her to do 'Lady and the Tramp' with the spaghetti and going about it by singing the theme to her in a dodgy Italian accent. 

Alex threw her head back, laughing at his antics. She'd never been this happy. Draven was attentive, funny, sweet, everything she could wish for. Every night he kissed her thoroughly until she thought she couldn't take it anymore, but every night they went to their separate beds, leaving her unfulfilled even after she had rapidly stroked herself to her climax, her thoughts filled with him.

She'd decided however, that tonight was going to be different. If he didn't want to take the step for fear of her thinking she was just another 'notch on the bedpost', there was only one thing left to do....

Once they got home, it was typical for them to curl up on the sofa together and watch TV or a film. They'd both change into 'sloppy' clothes, and snuggle down with some popcorn and a glass of wine. Tonight, however, Alex had a plan........

"Babe, the TV seems to be on the blink, for some reason I can't get it to turn on!" Draven sounded really annoyed. 

"Oh no sweetheart, never mind, why don't we watch a film in your room – I mean, your 32" screen in there is nearly as big as the one in the lounge!"

Alex was already standing in his bedroom when Draven come in, leisurely looking through Draven's porn collection, "Alex!" he looked so shocked. 


"I don't really fancy an action flick, well, not that kind of action anyway, so I thought we could watch 'Flashpoint', Jenna James is one of my favourites!" she grinned over at him cheekily, laughing at the look on his face.

"You like porn? You know who Jenna James is? Flashpoint? What?" he couldn't get the questions out fast enough. 

Alex was nearly doubled over by this point, hardly able to breathe from the laughter. "Babe, I've been sneaking in here and borrowing your porn for months! And yes, Flashpoint, nothing like a few sexy fireman banging a buxom blond every which way."

Draven choked on the wine he was gulping trying to patch his suddenly dry mouth.

"Oh babe, you ok" she asked innocently, rushing over to the bed where he'd collapsed and thumping his back. She had made a point of wearing her usual dressing gown so as to not give the game away, but had arranged her red curls in a sexy knot with tendrils that escaped to form a soft frame around her face.

"I'm fine" he choked out, handing her the glass of wine and trying to settle back against the headboard desperately trying to conceal the fact that was already rock hard just at the idea of cosying up with her. 

Draven had told her before; he watched porn with the majority of women he'd slept with. Usually it was the mainstay of getting them in 'the mood'. That was how Alex knew where to find his porn stash in the first place. But the thought of watching this with her, the fact that she'd admitted to touching herself whilst watching this stuff left him so flustered, she had to smile to herself. It made her feel more confident at what she was about to do, that she could affect him as much as he affected her. 

Alex settled down next to him, curling herself over his arm with her head resting on his shoulder. Soon enough, the pretence of a plot unfolding on the screen had given way to full on, hardcore fucking, the over-the-top gasps and writhing bodies entirely capturing her attention as her hand unconsciously began to stroke across Draven's stomach, her finger trailing along the waist-band of his jogging bottoms. 

She heard his breath hitch in his throat. Looking up, she was surprised to find that his eyes were not fixed on the screen as she expected, but that he had caught a glimpse of her shoulder and the bluey grey bra strap with little decorative pink flowers on it where her usual bunny pyjamas should have been. As if in a trance, he reached out to run his finger over the sexy little strap, groaning.

"Good, so he's finally noticed" Alex thought. She went back to watching the screen as though her life depended on it, but could no longer focus on the figures, seeing only a mass of flickering images. All her nerve endings seemed to be connected to that one section of skin that his fingers were stroking just underneath the strap.

Unexpectedly, Draven growled and rolled over her, holding himself over her to stare at her. He didn't say anything, he just reached down and tugged at the belt that was holding closed her dressing gown, to reveal the most astonishing mixture of silk and lace that, compared to some stuff he'd seen was fairly modest yet only enhanced her beauty, leaving just enough to the imagination to drive a man mad.

"Oh god Al, baby, are you sure" he ground out, running one finger-tip over the top of her breasts where they met the lace of the cups that that held them. 

"Dray, I went out and bought this stuff, dressed up like this, put porn on...what more do I have to do to get you to do something more than just kiss me senseless?" Alex laughed. The poor man looked in torment, like he'd been told to face the gallows, yet she could feel his cock throbbing insistently against her belly. She'd never felt so wanton, so confident. She knew Draven had slept with women far more aesthetically pleasing than her, but right now she felt so beautiful, it didn't even occur to her to feel self-conscious. 

His mouth covered hers, not all together gently, his stubble scratching at her cheek deliciously. His tongue swept into her mouth, duelling with hers and his hand slid the offending strap down her shoulder, two fingers brushing down the side of her breast and underneath the line of the underwire. Her nipple was so hard; she thought it would burst through the material, desperate as it was for his attention. 

But he continued to ignore it and, despite ravaging her mouth insistently his hands were teasing, his touches light. His mouth detoured to the shell of her ear before taking her earlobe into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She gasped, feeling the answering pull in her nipple just as he took it, through the lacy bra, between his fingers and pinched it. 

Somehow, she was suddenly free of the bra, the coolness of the air hardening her nipples to the point of pain. He stopped and stared down at her breasts.

"Beautiful" he murmured to himself before sweeping one nipple into his hot mouth whilst his clever fingers continued to taunt and tease its twin.

Draven continued his descent, kissing the slight swell of her belly, before running his fingers then his tongue along the top of the French knickers, taking his time to nip each of the little pink roses that were dotted along the top, making sure to pinch a little of her skin each time. Glancing up he saw her head thrown back with abandonment, her fingers stabbing wildly into his hair, urging him onward. 

His fingers edged underneath the lace to brush over the pouting lips of her slit. "Oh god baby, you're so wet" he exclaimed, extricating his fingers licking her juices, whilst holding her gaze hotly. He heard her groan as he re-inserted his hand under the scrap of material, her back arched as his fingers pumped in and out of her aching pussy, his thumb circling her clit over and over in a maddening rhythm. "Dray, please, oh god, please..." 

"What is it baby? What do you want?." 

Her head was thrashing from side to side as he pulled aside the material and swiped her clit once, twice with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking insistently.

"I can't, ohhhh, I can't, no....ughhh, ohhh I'm cumming, Dray, Dray, ohhh" her pussy tightened, her eyes flying open to stare vacantly as she spasmed around the two fingers still buried deeply inside her. Her clit throbbed, juices flowing freely over his hand and mouth. 

Draven continued to lazily circle the hood of her clit with his tongue as she came down, his fingers scooping up the moisture and continued to stroke the outer lips. His gaze locked with hers a small smile playing across his mouth as he brought his hand up and offered her a taste of herself. "Mmmmmm" he groaned feeling her tongue lap up the sticky moisture, he swooped up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Senses returning, Alex pushed at the wall of Draven's chest, manoeuvring him so that he was laying on his back as she rolled over to straddle him. His cock was practically bursting out of his boxer shorts as she applied a similar form of torture to his nipples with her hands and mouth. Following the light dusting of hair on his chest down over those tight abdominal muscles she found his ticklish spot and made him squirm for a moment before continuing down hooking her fingers into the elastic of his shorts and pushing them down his hips. She stared longingly at the sight of him "Wow" she licked her lips. 

"Flattery will get you everywhere my love" he grinned. 

"Sorry, it's just, I realised when I felt it against me before you were, well, you know, well hung" she was blushing, he watched fascinated as it spread down from her face down her chest.

"I can't believe after what you've just done, you're actually blushing whilst talking about this!" he exclaimed.

She smiled shyly before looking down again, licking her lips and grasping his cock in a firmer grip than he was expecting. "Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining" she smiled impishly, and then taking first the head in to the warmth of her mouth, then carrying on, and on until he hit the back of her throat. He didn't expect her to keep going, but he heard her take a breath and then his head nearly exploded with pleasure at the feeling of her throat clutching the head of his cock so tightly. 

Just as it was getting too intense, Alex pulled up, releasing his cock with a 'pop' and giggled. Looking pleased with herself, she climbed up to straddle him again, those taunting little French knickers having mysteriously disappeared and, within the two seconds it had taken her to roll on a condom, she sunk down onto him in one deft motion.

"Ohhhhhhhhh" they both groaned out, his hand automatically coming up to circle her waist then grasp her hips holding her to him, buried to the hilt and revelling in the slick, tight warmth of her. 

After a few seconds, he released his grip slightly, allowing her to move, to set the pace and rhythm that suited her. Her head was thrown back allowing him access to roam her breasts with his mouth, changing the angle of his thrusts as a result to press maddeningly, insistently, on her g-spot over and over again. Their pace increased, her head coming forward to sink her teeth into his shoulder, just as his thumb found her engorged clit. She screamed, the tightening rhythmical spasms of her muscles on his cock was so intense, he tightened his grip on her hips and pounded harder twice more gasping for air, his eyes rolling back into his head as, with a shout, he followed her into intense orgasm. 

"I love you Al" he smiled into her hair, brushing a kiss over her forehead as she snuggled down against him, pulling up the duvet to cover them both.

"I love you too, darling. By the way, can't wait to try that" her eyes focused back on the scene playing out on the forgotten screen. He looked up, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, a grin then spreading across his face...what had he let himself in for?!

THE END