Canned Heat (D. Gray-Man, Gwen, Water #13)
Title: Canned Heat
Pairing/characters: Gwen Flail, Rabi, Allen
Theme Set & #: Water, #13 - Pain
Length: 362
Fandom: D. Gray-Man
Disclaimer: If I owned D. Gray-Man, I... have no idea what I would do with it. But, oh, how I wish. It is the brainchild of Hoshino Katsura.
Rating: Y'know what? I'm just gonna stick with PG-13... Use of the f-word, violence, sexual implications xD
Summary: This is where your sanity gives in, and the hate begins... The sweetest way to die... (Why, yes, I DID bastardize Cardigans' lyrics. Nice, ne? xD ... Okay, the serious summary): Gwen's not a sadist, she just believes very firmly that payback SHOULD BE a bitch.
Author's Notes: I amused myself writing this, even if it did not quite turn out the way I wanted it to. One of these days, I will have no complaints with my own writing, I swear. Un-beta’ed.
Static. Owowowowowow, little trails of static raining across his skin. What in hell was she doing with her fingers? In fact, on top of that, Rabi began to wonder how in all her fey tininess Gwen managed to hold him down, but. Innocence, strange and wondrous thing that it was, made such inconsistencies possible.
"Happy now?" she growled over him, the expression on her face some strange combination of pleased and pissed off. Fury burned in her eyes, but mirth lifted her lips into a smirk. Huh. How'd he not noticed her dimples before?
"A-ah, Gwennie, c'mon, it was a JOKE," the red-head tried to laugh, but the words came out a wheeze. God-DAMN, how'd that girl manage to BEND him this way, let alone pin him? He let out a dry cough and continued cajoling (or at least trying to cajole) her into letting him go: "Y'know I'd never actually touch one your paintings with intent to harm it, right?"
If he hadn't thought better, he could swear that the pressure bearing down on his joints increased. Was that half-mad laughter ringing in his ears? Surely, surely not... Hopefully.
Oooh, that was definitely his spine popping. "Gwendolyn, please, listen-"
She must've really been beyond words, because she didn't say anything. Just dug her fingers into his ribs harder, until she drew an actual sound of pain from him.
Damn, he hadn't meant to concede that.
"Rabi! That IS you!" Allen's voice, thank God. From the sound of it, he was still across the room -- but surely the moyashi would not allow such abuse to take place. Footsteps... Footsteps... Rabi could've sang an ode to the younger boy. Footsteps were bloody superb! They meant that soon, SOON he would be saved.
The younger exorcist's pale eyes widened and his lips parted in avid... something as he rounded the corner formed by the bookshelf. "Ra- OH. Well. I'll just leave you two alone, then."
What was with this businesslike dismissal? This cool summary of events? ......Then again, as sweet as that boy was, his master had been Cross-fucking-Marian.
And now Gwen really was laughing.
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M ENJOYING MYSELF?!"
Pairing/characters: Gwen Flail, Rabi, Allen
Theme Set & #: Water, #13 - Pain
Length: 362
Fandom: D. Gray-Man
Disclaimer: If I owned D. Gray-Man, I... have no idea what I would do with it. But, oh, how I wish. It is the brainchild of Hoshino Katsura.
Rating: Y'know what? I'm just gonna stick with PG-13... Use of the f-word, violence, sexual implications xD
Summary: This is where your sanity gives in, and the hate begins... The sweetest way to die... (Why, yes, I DID bastardize Cardigans' lyrics. Nice, ne? xD ... Okay, the serious summary): Gwen's not a sadist, she just believes very firmly that payback SHOULD BE a bitch.
Author's Notes: I amused myself writing this, even if it did not quite turn out the way I wanted it to. One of these days, I will have no complaints with my own writing, I swear. Un-beta’ed.
Static. Owowowowowow, little trails of static raining across his skin. What in hell was she doing with her fingers? In fact, on top of that, Rabi began to wonder how in all her fey tininess Gwen managed to hold him down, but. Innocence, strange and wondrous thing that it was, made such inconsistencies possible.
"Happy now?" she growled over him, the expression on her face some strange combination of pleased and pissed off. Fury burned in her eyes, but mirth lifted her lips into a smirk. Huh. How'd he not noticed her dimples before?
"A-ah, Gwennie, c'mon, it was a JOKE," the red-head tried to laugh, but the words came out a wheeze. God-DAMN, how'd that girl manage to BEND him this way, let alone pin him? He let out a dry cough and continued cajoling (or at least trying to cajole) her into letting him go: "Y'know I'd never actually touch one your paintings with intent to harm it, right?"
If he hadn't thought better, he could swear that the pressure bearing down on his joints increased. Was that half-mad laughter ringing in his ears? Surely, surely not... Hopefully.
Oooh, that was definitely his spine popping. "Gwendolyn, please, listen-"
She must've really been beyond words, because she didn't say anything. Just dug her fingers into his ribs harder, until she drew an actual sound of pain from him.
Damn, he hadn't meant to concede that.
"Rabi! That IS you!" Allen's voice, thank God. From the sound of it, he was still across the room -- but surely the moyashi would not allow such abuse to take place. Footsteps... Footsteps... Rabi could've sang an ode to the younger boy. Footsteps were bloody superb! They meant that soon, SOON he would be saved.
The younger exorcist's pale eyes widened and his lips parted in avid... something as he rounded the corner formed by the bookshelf. "Ra- OH. Well. I'll just leave you two alone, then."
What was with this businesslike dismissal? This cool summary of events? ......Then again, as sweet as that boy was, his master had been Cross-fucking-Marian.
And now Gwen really was laughing.
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M ENJOYING MYSELF?!"