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Summary: Six months after the events of the Miss United States pageant, Cheryl, Stan, and Ella need help from Gracie Hart when they’re kidnapped. How are the lovebirds faring now that their relationship is out in the public and they’re expecting a baby? Find out in this little ficlet that’s more smutty than anything else (mostly light smut) Stan Fields x OC
“Do you want to join us on stage when we surprise Gracie?” Stan asked as he and Ella sat in their dressing room at Live with Regis and Kelly.
Ella nodded, “No, I’ll pass. I don’t want to be on camera looking like this,” she added as she placed her hand on her swollen abdomen.
He shook his head, “You look absolutely stunning, but I understand. Is there anything else you’d like to do before I go out on stage?” he asked, his eyes twinkling mischeviously.
She tried to suppress her giggle as she replied, “You’re a bad boy. You’re already dressed for the show. I don’t want to get in trouble.”
“If I promise you won’t get in trouble, will you share what might be on your mind?” he whispered as he leaned in toward her ear.
Ella grinned as she moved from her seat until she was straddling him, “Can you guess?” she asked, rolling her hips over his erection.
He gasped, “I think I can,” he ran his hands down her body untl they reached his pants and started undoing them.
“I was about to make a joke about you rushing but I realized that we really don’t have much time,” she whispered as she reached down and slid her underwear to the side so she could sink down on him, letting out a subdued moan as she felt him reach her depths.
Stan groaned as he moved his hips in rhythm with hers, “How are you always able to know what I need when I need it?”
“It’s a gift,” she breathed out as she ran one of her hands down his chest until it was fondling his balls,” Hows this?” she asked while wearing a sly grin.
He held his breath for a moment to stop himself from cumming before he responded, “Perfect. I hope you’re close,” he repeated words he said frequently as he felt himself about to cum.
“I am,” she responded as she felt her orgasm take her over just before his followed.
Once Stan and Cheryl were done on stage, they rejoined Ella backstage along with Gracie.
“Gracie!” Ella exclaimed as she embraced her friend in a bear hug, “How have you been?” she asked once the two women released each other.
Gracie answered too quickly, allowing Ella to know something wasn’t quite right with her friend, “I’m fantastic. I’m the face of the FBI. What more could any agent want?”
“I can think of a few things,” Ella began before she held back her thoughts, “But, I won’t worry about all of that. Catch up with Cheryl. Next time, it’s you and me, deal?”
Gracie nodded, “Deal.”
Once Gracie agreed, Ella walked away by Stan’s side while his hand was resting on her lower back helping to support the extra weight she was carrying.
A few days later, Cheryl, Ella, and Stan found themselves at a Nursing Home to connect with the elderly and also meet Stan’s Mother.
“Mrs. Fields, it’s an honor to meet you,” Ella began, “I’m Ella Westbrook. I won Miss Alabama and I was the second runner up for the Miss United States Pagaent. I’ve been seeng your son for a little over a year and we’re having a baby,” she added as she rested her hand on her baby bump.
Carol Fields was beside herself as she looked between the young woman and her son, “My dear, aren’t you a little young for him?”
Cheryl tried to suppress her smile as she responded, “He is but somehow, these two are in love. And, I think it’s serious,” she added.
“Cheryl is right, Mrs. Fields,” Ella replied, “Stan is definitely past the appropriate age range for me, but I love him. I hope you can accept me and your grandchild,” she added optimistically.
Mrs. Fields nodded, “I suppose love is love. Treat her right,” she warned her son before they began small talk since the serious conversation topics had already been tackled.
The three left the nursing home a few hours later and began walking to the limo when they were stopped by two men, in front of their truck.
Ella moved to the front of the group and attempted to fight off the men using techniques Gracie had taught her, but her belly was in the way and the three of them were tied up in the bed of the men’s truck a few moments later.
Happy April, 25th! In honor of Miss Congeniality Day, I’m putting out this short fic that’s been on my mind for years.
Ella Westbrook won the title of Miss Alabama and she’s ready to compete for the crown and become Miss United States. She met Stan Feilds while competing in Alabama and they began a fling … one that needs to remain a secret,
Ella walked into the breakfast that would start off the competition, wondering how long until she’d be able to find a minute alone with Stan.
She sat down at a table with contestants from Hawaii, Rhode Island, Texas, and New Jersey.
“Ladies, I’d like you to meet Gracie Lou Freebush from New Jersey,” Cheryl began, “She’s awesome and you’re all going to love her!”
Ella introduced herself before she zoned out of the conversation while her eyes wandered to Stan where he stood next to Kathy Morningside, causing her to feel just a bit jealous. She had to resist laughing to herself because she didn’t even know if she and Stan were exclusive.
Ella’s thoughts were interrupted when Ms. Morningside took the stage before introducing Stan. Ella held back her enthusiasm as she applauded with a normal amount of excitement.
“Good morning!” Stan exclaimed, “I’m so honored to be your Master of Ceremonies for one last time. Sadly, this will be my last pageant as I’ll be retiring at the end of this season,” he glanced out over the crowd and saw Ella’s expression which was a mix of surprise and sadness. “Don’t cry for me … Alabama,” he added, making a pun on the famous song and reaching out to Ella at the same time.
“He’s not gettin' fired,” Mary Jo blurted out, “I talked to him this morning and the poor man blurted out the whole thing. They’re firing him for a newer, younger host.”
Before he could continue, Gracie shouted, “Jesus Christ!” She quickly stood up, apologizing, “I’m so sorry. I had a bit of my bagel without praying.”
Once she was done with her prayer, the rest of the opening ceremonies finished. Ella wanted to check on Stan, but she had to rush to dance rehearsal.
After the many activities included in the first official day of the pageant, Ella made her way to her room where she discovered she was roommates with Gracie Lou Freebush.
“I’m glad I got a good roomie,” Ella stated, relief clear in her voice, “I am not the most beauty-oriented girl and some of these ladies are just too much,” she added, hoping she’d read Gracie’s personality correctly.
Gracie let out a long sigh, “You’re chill! Thank goodness. I’m ok with all of the beauty prep before the events but my sleep is sacred and it will not be interrupted by any kind of night routine,” she shared, causing both of the women to let out a laugh.
Their joy was interrupted by a knock at the door, which Gracie answered. They were joined by Cheryl offering hot chocolate.
“You two are so awesome,” Cheryl stated as she poured them all a drink from her thermos, “One of you will definitely win,” she nearly lamented as she looked at her competition.
Ella shook her head, “Don’t you dare count yourself out, Rhode Island. You are adorable and witty. What’s your talent? I’m sure it’s amazing!”
Cheryl blushed before she answered, “Don’t make fun of me, but it’s baton twirling,” she replied, her tone timid.
“That’s really cool,” Ella responded, “I’m going to sing. Do you use flaming batons?” she inquired.
Cheryl shook her head, “I can’t do that. My parents would be horrified. They don’t like anything ostentatious and they really don’t like fire,” she confessed before turning back to Gracie, “What’s your talent? I know it’s something astounding.”
“It’s a …” Gracie fumbled for a moment before she settled on a response, “It’s a surprise.”
Ella stood from her bed and announced, “Alright ladies, I hope you two have fun gossiping. I have somewhere to be.”
“Where?” Gracie questioned, her brows raised in curiosity.
Ella sighed, “Can you both keep a secret? Like, really keep one?” Once they both nodded and fulfilled a pinky promise, she continued, “I’ve been seeing Stan Fields since I was in my competition. I can’t go to his room like I’d like to tonight, but we’re meeting by the pool since that can look like something that just happened,” she revealed, awaiting judgment from her new friends, shocked she’d chosen to share her deepest secret.
“He’s not a judge and he’s a very nice man,” Cheryl began, “Do what your heart tells you to do.”
Gracie merely nodded in agreement.
“Thanks, ladies,” Ella whispered before she made her way out of their room which was right beside the pool, no idea that her innocent fling made her a suspect.
Ella saw Stan sitting in one of the lounge chairs on the opposite side of the pool so she walked over to take a seat on one next to his.
“So, you’re retiring?” she asked once she was settled, keeping her voice low while wishing she could join him on his chair.
He shook his head, “I’m not really retiring but that’s what they want me to say. It shouldn’t matter too much to you. You can’t compete twice,” he added as he resisted the urge to reach out and take her hand in his own.
“I suppose you’re right,” she responded, “I guess I just had this picture in my mind of life after this pageant. My plan was going to be to help girls and stay by your side. I suppose I’ll need to figure to figure out something new,” she shared before continuing, “I really wish I could climb on top of you,” she whispered, enjoying the way his breath caught from the mere suggestion.
He chose to change the subject instead of giving in to the thoughts racing through his mind, “Are you going to be singing my song tomorrow for the talent competition?”
Ella’s lips curled into a mischievous grin as she replied, “Would you like it if I sing ‘There You’ll Be’? I’m prepared to do so,” she responded as she caught the roll of his eyes.
“Why do you enjoy being such a tease?” he challenged as he held in a frustrated groan.
She shrugged as she stood from her seat, “It must have something to do with my youth. See you tomorrow,” she added with a flirty little wave as she made her way back to her room.
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