drill #4 more remuxmisa
More remuxmisa I guess this is drabble part 3.
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Remu x Misa
Rating: PG 13 for sexual suggestiveness
Warnings: yuri(girl/girl ie gay themes) Worksafeish...due to topless misa
disclaimer: I do not own Deathnote or its characters. I share this as free media by a fan, for the fans. If you are interested, buy the manga or the dvds when they become available near you.
That red dress. The one with the little black ribbons tied at the hems. The one with the laces along the bust line, a circular pattern, imitating chains with their silky touch. The one that complimented her body in all the right places. The one for Remu. With a quick tug, Misa removed the long T-shirt she had been sleeping in. She smiled up at her reflection topless in the mirror, careful not to pay any attention to Remu or those eyes of hers. She ran her fingers slowly over her panties, readjusting them. They were silk. They would accent the dress just fine. She paused a moment and wondered if this hadn't been her intention when she had put them on this morning. A sudden silence pulled her from her thoughts. Remu had stopped breathing. True, she did that from time to time, being a shinigami and all. But Misa took this as a sign that victory was on the horizon. She turned and drew the dress from its hanger. After an undoubtedly entertaining dance into the dress, her head emerged from its opening. She slowly smoothed the dress along her legs, it met her just above the knees. Then Misa drew her lips into a tight line, a look of determination fell upon her features. She ran her hands up her sides and cupped her chest pulling it close. Her face relaxed as she watched the way the dress fit her features. She spun around and started to hum, trying for different angles. A smile belied her desire to look, to see the affect this was having on Remu. She Misa wouldn't dare to wear this dress for anyone else. Even Light, especially not for him. He would never notice what this dress did for Misa; he didn't have the eyes for that kind of thing. He was too calculating. He'd come to the conclusion that she wanted something, If she wore a dress like this. She'd never wear it for him. But Remu didn't know that. Misa's smile grew.
I didn't write all of this in 15 min. I went back and added some. I'm still no where near the parts I had intended to write into the first part of this piece. I guess it just took on a mind of its own, detail demands me like a master does their slave. For those of you wondering. This fic will probably stay at PG 13. I might make another, later, based on the same Idea with a higher rating. But that may be a long ways away. As I've been writing this, another, completely different Remuxmisa idea has surfaced in my mind. But I think I'll work on that one outside of the drills. So keep your eyes open for chapters of that one.
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Remu x Misa
Rating: PG 13 for sexual suggestiveness
Warnings: yuri(girl/girl ie gay themes) Worksafeish...due to topless misa
disclaimer: I do not own Deathnote or its characters. I share this as free media by a fan, for the fans. If you are interested, buy the manga or the dvds when they become available near you.
That red dress. The one with the little black ribbons tied at the hems. The one with the laces along the bust line, a circular pattern, imitating chains with their silky touch. The one that complimented her body in all the right places. The one for Remu. With a quick tug, Misa removed the long T-shirt she had been sleeping in. She smiled up at her reflection topless in the mirror, careful not to pay any attention to Remu or those eyes of hers. She ran her fingers slowly over her panties, readjusting them. They were silk. They would accent the dress just fine. She paused a moment and wondered if this hadn't been her intention when she had put them on this morning. A sudden silence pulled her from her thoughts. Remu had stopped breathing. True, she did that from time to time, being a shinigami and all. But Misa took this as a sign that victory was on the horizon. She turned and drew the dress from its hanger. After an undoubtedly entertaining dance into the dress, her head emerged from its opening. She slowly smoothed the dress along her legs, it met her just above the knees. Then Misa drew her lips into a tight line, a look of determination fell upon her features. She ran her hands up her sides and cupped her chest pulling it close. Her face relaxed as she watched the way the dress fit her features. She spun around and started to hum, trying for different angles. A smile belied her desire to look, to see the affect this was having on Remu. She Misa wouldn't dare to wear this dress for anyone else. Even Light, especially not for him. He would never notice what this dress did for Misa; he didn't have the eyes for that kind of thing. He was too calculating. He'd come to the conclusion that she wanted something, If she wore a dress like this. She'd never wear it for him. But Remu didn't know that. Misa's smile grew.
I didn't write all of this in 15 min. I went back and added some. I'm still no where near the parts I had intended to write into the first part of this piece. I guess it just took on a mind of its own, detail demands me like a master does their slave. For those of you wondering. This fic will probably stay at PG 13. I might make another, later, based on the same Idea with a higher rating. But that may be a long ways away. As I've been writing this, another, completely different Remuxmisa idea has surfaced in my mind. But I think I'll work on that one outside of the drills. So keep your eyes open for chapters of that one.