#TT25 - Completed Banner

Since I completed my Twilight 25 fic - Celestial Countenance, Ms. Ambrosia was kind enough to make a banner for each of the authors who completed the challenge.

Purty, isn't it?

New Blog for my Original Fic works

Hi guys,
Just a quick post to let you all know that I'm going to be posting all my original fiction stories on another blog.  This persona will still be what all my fanfic will be listed under, but I'm moving forward with my other goals of writing some non-Twilight based fiction.

If you enjoy my writing, then please follow my other blog & twitter/facebook accounts

Michela Walters Blog 
MichelaWalters Twitter
Michela Walters Facebook

I'm not abandoning my Fanfic story Behind the Velvet Rope, but once I'm done with that story, I'll probably cease to write any more Twilight based work.

I appreciate all of your support these last four years that I've written Twilight fiction, and hope you'll continue to support me in my other endeavors.

Until next time,
Mcgt

Here's to the middle ages

So today is my birthday.  

Not just any birthday, but the one that brings me into the middle ages.  I figure since the average lifespan is somewhere probably in the early eighties, then I am just hitting the middle of my time here on earth, if nothing horribly catastrophic or tragic hits me to shorten that.

So, now that I'm here, I wonder what should I do with the rest of my life?

It sounds silly, especially when I think about the fact it was probably the topic of some essay I used to get into college, yet here I am, some twenty plus years later and still thinking about it.

But to be honest, I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, or older or however you want to put it.

I'm smart.  I have a college degree and a masters.  Yet I still am flummoxed as how to make my time left here worth something.  That me being here actually mattered. (well to someone other than my kids)

Perhaps I'm just waxing nostalgic today, but I honestly don't have a clue.  I'm wandering in circles, flitting into this or that, dabbling in the arts, in music and in writing.  But I have yet to find the patience and willingness to stand still long enough to master any of them.

So, another year has passed me by and I am still suck in the same spot as last year, and the year before, and the year before that.

I'm vowing to change that this year though.

(don't laugh)

I have been writing fan fiction for the last four years.

I've written 2 full length fics, 1 WIP and something like 17 One-shots

And I think once I finish Behind the Velvet Rope (my WIP) I'm going to try and write some OF.  I'm trying to work on improving my overall writing and hope to test them out with this new story.  Who knows if I'll ever have the courage to attempt to get it published (I am in the closet after all) but we'll see. 

Other than that, I haven't a clue what this next year will bring, but I hope it is filled with laughter, love, great friends (both near & far) and health.  Everything else is gravy, icing, or whatever you want to call it. 

Thanks to everyone in the fandom who has supported me, reviewed and read any of my stories.  You've kept me sane these last 4 years and I cherish every moment I've been here.

In the mean time, I'm going to do my best to stay forever young.

and I hope you'll all stick by me as I do.

Until next time, 

Happy Birthday @faerie_kitten - The Anniversary Present

I was asked to write a little Esme/Carlisle fic for Faerie Kitten's birthday.  

So here's what I came up with.

Cheers FK!  I hope you have a fabulous day!

This is rated M - lemonade ahead.

Thanks to IamTheAlleyCat for betaing this for me.  

The Anniversary Present

“Esme, you know he’s going to love it, right? It’s so…well, not you,” my friend, Bella, said when I told her what I’d done to celebrate Carlisle and my anniversary. “It’s so provocative. You’ll have to show me the next time I’m over. Have fun tonight, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

After I hung up, I began wrapping up the present, doing my best to avoid actually looking at it. I wasn’t used to putting myself out there, almost asking for attention. That wasn’t who I was. But I knew Carlisle would be surprised and likely awestruck that I actually went through it, just to make him happy. Flipping it over, I bent the wrapping paper over the sides but was startled when someone kissed my neck, right behind my ear.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” my husband of ten years whispered, spinning me around to kiss me properly.

He still had the ability to send my head spinning when he dipped me low, kissing me like someone from one of the old romantic movies I liked to watch late at night when I couldn’t sleep. “What are you doing home? I thought you had to work till six?”

Nuzzling my neck, I could tell he’s feeling amorous, even after working eight of the twelve hours he was supposed to.

“I got the newbie to cover for me tonight. I only get to celebrate ten years of happily wedded bliss once, right?” He fingered the wrapping paper that’s only half secured around his present on the bed. “What’s this?”

“You’ll have to wait until after dinner to find out,” I chided him, slapping his hand away.

“Fine, then I’m going to go shower and get ready. We can go a little early, or…” He wagged his eyebrows at me, asking if I wanted to join him in his shower.

I rolled my eyes dramatically. “I’ll pass this time. It will take me an hour to dry my hair again, but I will take you up on that later,” I said seductively, wiggling my hips as I bent back over to finish wrapping his present.

With an almost inaudible groan, he entered our en suite bathroom to wash off the remains of his day.

Setting his now fully wrapped present against our headboard, I changed into my sexiest bra and panty set, hopeful that we wouldn’t eat too much at dinner, thus ruining the surprise I had waiting back here.

It’s hard to believe we’d been together for so long. It had only been ten years of marriage, but we were together for five before that. I’d supported him while he finished up medical school and his residency. We’d been through thick and thin, and even though I was starting to get grey hairs and my figure wasn’t what it was long ago, I was excited to show him his present. It took every ounce of courage I had to call up Rosalie to ask her for this favor. She didn’t even let me finish explaining my concept before she launched in with her ideas and her full support for it. Seeing the final product made me feel conflicted. I felt empowered, yet horribly vulnerable if he decided he didn’t like it.

I slipped my favorite cranberry colored wrap dress on and wandered into the bathroom to touch up my hair and makeup before we left. Opening the door, I smiled seeing Carlisle’s reflection in the mirror. He was toweling off, and I couldn’t help but admire his strong build and fit physique. By this point in my life, I’d figured my hunger for my spouse would have diminished somewhat, but instead, it raged even hotter. Our schedules conflicted often, which probably helped keep my libido running when he actually was around.

“Like what you see, baby? I bet I can fuck you against that counter and not even muss your hair,” he teased, raising one eyebrow in challenge.

Pulling my shoulders back, I walked proudly over to where he stood and bent over the counter, flipping my dress over my hips and wiggled out of my underwear. “Go for it, stud.”

I’m not sure why I bothered to put the dress on because with deft hands he untied it and let the fabric cascade to the floor in a heap. Palming my breast in one hand, he ran the other over my hip and down the crease of my leg, headed for the Promised Land. Two fingers slid through my pussy lips, rubbing me back and forth, making sure I was ready for him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear as he slipped his cock inside me. We watched each other in the steamy mirror as we moved in unison. After being together for so long, we knew what the other liked and didn’t. His fingers moved out of the way as my own began flicking in the rhythm I liked best. His fingers retreated back and entered my rear entrance, knowing it just took the feel of his finger there to send me over the edge. His hips continued their assault while my orgasm shook through me, helping bring him to completion.

Resting his head against my shoulder, he kissed me twice. “I love you so much.”

After a quick clean up and redress, we headed out to dinner at our favorite little French restaurant by the Marina. It boasted wonderful cuisine and a spectacular view of the water.

We enjoyed our evening of delicious food and catching up with one another after having worked conflicting schedules for the last few weeks. Just as dessert and coffee were to be served, he placed a small box on the table in front of me and urged me to open it.

Sliding the cover off, I was stunned. Inside was an infinity band of delicately woven Celtic knots interlaced with various shaped diamonds. It was breathtaking.

“I know when we first got married, I couldn’t afford much, and I wanted to let you know how much I love you and relish our years together.”

He urged me to try it on, to make sure it fit beside my engagement ring.

“It’s lovely and too much, but thank you.” I leaned over the table and kissed him softly.

After dinner, we wandered the wharf for a little bit. The evening had turned out so pleasant that we didn’t want it to end just yet, and we needed to walk off our dinners a bit before heading home.

“Ready?” he whispered from where he was standing behind me as we watched the sunset reflect over the water.

“Absolutely.”

The closer we got to home, the more nervous I got. I figured he would like his present, but with something so personal, I could only guess.

As soon as the door closed behind us, he asked, sounding like an anxious child, “So, do I get my present now?” He must have sensed my apprehension because he took my hand and led me back to the bedroom where I’d left his present. “Relax, I’m gonna love it. Whatever it is.”

Taking a deep breath, I handed it to him and sat on the bed to await his reaction.

Tearing the paper, he flipped it over and his jaw dropped. “You did this for me?” he asked, a note of awe and appreciation laced in his tone.

Nodding my head, I couldn’t even look him in the eye.

Setting the picture down, he kneeled before me, tipping my chin so I would look at him.

“I can’t believe it. How? When? It’s amazing. You’re amazing,” he enthused, kissing me deeply as he pushed me back against the soft duvet.

Trapping my hands above my head, he nibbled down my jaw before biting gently on my lobe.

“Tell me. Who else saw this?” His voice was husky and raw, just like it did whenever he was turned on.

Finally meeting his eyes, I replied, “Only Rose. She took them.” Glancing away, I asked the question I needed to know, “So you liked them?”

Shaking his head and kissing my nose he laughed. “Baby, you just gave me a collage of erotic photos of yourself, and you’re asking me if I like them?”

He spent the rest of the night showing me just how much he loved those photos.

A Spirited Girl - Caius/Bella Fic

I posted a new short story titled A Spirited Girl.  

I initially wrote it for IamTheAlleyCat for the Easter Bunny Fic Swap who gave me the prompt of a smutty Bella/Caius story where Bella is kind of a bad-ass.   So this is what I came up with.  It will post for the next two Monday's - a little 3 part ditty. 

Summary:  When Jane met up with Bella in the meadow, she was begging the vampire to take her life. To take her away from the misery of her memories of Edward. Instead, Jane takes her to Volterra, where she may just find her future.   NEW MOON - AU OOC

The next two chapters will be in the smut-NC-17 variety.  If a Caius/Bella smexy fic is up your alley, check out A Spirited Girl.

Enjoy!