Title: Day with Meg
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Feedback address: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Date in Calendar: 20 December 2014
Fandom: Swingtown / CSI
Pairing: Trina Decker/Meg Cunningham
Rating: R
Word Count: 548
Summary: Trina meets someone that leaves a lasting impression.
Spoilers: Canon divergence for Swingtown, but consider the entire series up for grabs. Also a canon divergence for the character of Meg Cunningham from the CSI episode 05x05 "Swap Meet".
Warnings: No standard warnings apply.
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Author’s Disclaimer: "Swingtown," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of CBS Paramount Network Television. "CSI: Crime Scene Investigators," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer Television, Alliance Atlantis, and CBS Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Swingtown," "CSI: Crime Scene Investigators," CBS, or any representatives of the actors.

Author’s Notes: AGES ago, I promised TheOnlySPL a story involving characters played by Lana Parrilla and Dina Meyer. We'd worked out the idea that it would involve Trina Decker and Meg Cunningham, the swinger character that Meyer played on CSI. Clearly I'd forgotten about it until she reminded me tonight when I was looking for a prompt for my poem today. I hadn't thought to write erotically-tinged poetry, but there you go. Maybe one day I'll flesh this poem out into a full story. Never say never, right?

On an amusing note, despite having started two other Swingtown-based pieces, this is the first piece I've completed for this fandom. Now I want to do a full series rewatch and work on my other fic ideas… There is a very real possibility that this will happen.

Dedication: My muses, as always…

Beta: None, so I claim all errors freely and fully…

She was an ethereal beauty,
All long lines and pale skin that was framed
By waist length curls the color of flames.
I was captivated by her eyes:
Rich malachite spiked with amber flecks,
And just a hint of blue in their depths.
Her voice was low, husky with promise.
Her laughter sent shivers down my spine
To soak the panties I wore for show.

I had no idea what to think
When Janet introduced her to me.
Straight-laced Janet knew swinger Meg? How?
I didn't want to comprehend that,
But Janet provided the answer:
Meg was a volunteer at Rick's school.
Thankfully Meg communicated
So much more with those expressive eyes
Than Janet could ever hope to say.

The way her lips wrapped around the straw
As she sipped her rum and Coke? Heaven!
If that first meeting had been one of
Our swinger parties, I know I'd have
Led her directly to the playroom
For a little bit of naughty fun.
More like quite a lot of naughty fun.
Meg seemed like the kind to go for hours,
Something I have been known to enjoy.

By the end of that party at Janet's,
Meg and I had exchanged phone numbers,
With a vow to get together soon.
Of course, Janet thought it innocent.
She really couldn't have been more wrong,
But neither of us would correct her.
I already knew Janet's feelings
On my unfettered swinging lifestyle.
I don't think she guessed it about Meg's.

After talking it over with Tom,
I called Meg the very next morning.
Thankfully it was a Saturday.
Meg came over for a healthy swim,
Followed by an equally healthy
Round of sexual calisthenics.
I'd normally submit just to Tom,
But Meg just had this way about her
That made me willingly bend my neck.

I wanted to capture her on film:
A fierce dominatrix in her prime
And attentive lover, all in one.
The contrast was just as compelling
As the "Come hither" look in her eyes.
I wanted her to become my Muse,
To give me the creative impulse
That my photography was lacking.
But I knew that it would never last.

So instead I lost myself in Meg:
In her touch, in her cries, in her taste.
I vowed to suck all of the pleasure
From our entertaining sexcapades,
Knowing it might not happen again.
And when we finally dragged ourselves
From the playroom to say our goodbyes,
I knew that I'd never find someone
To inspire me like Meg Cunningham.

We would meet again several times
Over that hot Chicago summer.
When the school year started up again,
Meg pulled away in fear of being caught.
As fall became winter, and then spring,
My thoughts turned to summer fun with Meg.
Then Janet told me about the move:
Meg got a job offer in Vegas.
She would leave when the school year ended.

I never did get to see Meg again
Before she packed up and sold her house.
My calls were never answered, not once,
And I was too mindful of her fear
To try to seek her out in person.
And so instead I consoled myself
With creating a memory book
Filled with photos of my sexy muse.
I'd never forget my day with Meg.