*TEENYBOOPER ANGST!*

[allira_dream]

THERE IS SOMETHING MISSING IN MY HEART!

*Cue 16 years old Nina sobbing herself into a stupor*: I cannot live without my muses! ;;;;;O;;;;;

Me? *_* I hope for a solo album with lots of piano, eheeeee.

And, what the hell. I need to distract myself.

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[telrunya]

Naruto: Ino/Sakura, secreto.
Furuba: Yuki/Kyou con Tohru descubriéndolos.
Card Captor Sakura: Eriol/Yamazaki, viaje, chocolate.
Death Note: Matt/Mello, una tina.
Everwood: Algo que siga con lo que escribíste ;), creo que no hace falta que diga la pareja.

[allira_dream]

Ino presionó su cuerpo contra el de ella, besándola, mientras las manos de Sakura recorrían su cintura.

Una de las cosas que más extrañaba - y que nunca hubiera pensado que iba a extrañar - era salir de misiones. Nunca se había dado cuenta de como el tiempo parecía alargarse en Konoha.

Más ahora que estaba casi todo el tiempo ahí y apenas tenía unos cuántos días a la vez para ver a Ino.

- No digas nada, - dijo Ino mientras bajaba el cierre de su falda. - Pero Shikamaru y Temari-san están saliendo.

Sakura parpadeó.

- ¿Qué tiene que ver eso con esto? - preguntó, dejando que sus dedos rozaran el vendaje alrededor del pecho de Ino, contenta cuando eso causó un gemido.

- No mucho. - aceptó Ino, inclinándose a besarla un momento, antes de sonreír. - Sólo quería decírtelo porque Shikamaru nos vio a nosotras hace dos semanas, y eso me da derecho a hablar de su vida personal.

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Tendrían que haber supuesto que el único día en que técnicamente los dos estarían a solas en la casa, Tohru hubiese decidido que se quedaría para asegurarse que no estuvieran peleando.

Y que entrara cuando Kyo había estado con Yuki encima de él, y que él no hubiera tenido camisa.

- ¡Losientomuchoperdónnovinada!

E inmediatamente la puerta se cerró: menos de treinta segundos pero por la mirada de Yuki, no había sido imaginado.

- ¿Crees que esté molesta? - preguntó Kyo mientras se estaba poniendo la camisa.

- No... avergonzada, probablemente. - dijo Yuki, un dejo de preocupación en su rostro.

- Vamos, ratón. - suspiró Kyo. - Será mejor que hablemos con ella...

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"And did you know that ages ago, over in France when you went on a trip you had to bring back your weight on dark chocolate?" Yamazaki explained.

Sakura and Syaoran boggled at that. "Really?" Sakura asked.

"Why dark chocolate?" Syaoran asked, frowning.

"Well, that's to show how bitter the absence is." Eriol said with a warm smile, moving to stand side by side with Yamazaki. "However, if you were happy to go, then you ought to leave white and normal chocolate."

"And you only left almond chocolate if you intensily disliked the other person."

"But what if the other person liked almond chocolate?"

Both Yamazaki and Eriol frowned at that. "That wasn't the point. The point was that even if the liked it usually, if someone else left them almond chocolate, they'd be bitter."

Sakura and Syaoran were staring at them, wide eyed and mounths hanging open. Chiharu seemed to be just about to cry.

Death Note: Matt/Mello, una tina.

[allira_dream]

Very carefully, Matt helped Mello into the bathtub, careful of the new stretch of skin. The water was barely lukewarm: in less than fifteen minutes, Matt calculated, it was going to be cold but that was as much as Mello could handle the temperature on his still sensitive skin.

"Does it hurt?" he asked finally, scooping some water to wet Mello's hair, careful of his face.

"No." Mello said calmly, moving his left side carefully, trying to keep the muscles from cramping. "Matt?"

"Yes?" He asked, leaning over Mello. Mello's lips were on his after that, tasting of chocolate and some medicine aftertaste.

"Stop fretting." Mello ordered, sinking lower into the bathtub. Matt stared at the yong man and then nodded, standing up.

"I'll go and buy the newspapers then."

Mello hummed in agreement, eyes closed. Without looking back, Matt went out of the room.

Everwood: Ephram/Kyle

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"That so wasn't your first time." Kyle manages to say one he catches his breath, which was somewhat hard with Ephram still using his belly as a pillow.

He looks amused, the son of a bitch; Kyle would thump him or kick him but his body has decided that breathing is plenty enough work, thank you.

"It was my first time. On a boy, at least."

"This is so not the time to start talking about you having sex with other people."

Ephram grins, nipping the soft skin over his ribs and Kyle moans.

"Well, you asked. So... it was that good, huh?"

"Shut up," Kyle groans, trying to push the smirking bastard of him, but Ephram doesn't move, so Kyle contents himself with stroking his hair.

"I could repeat it, if you want... give you some pointers..." Ephram grins and Kyle tries to stop the grin from his face, but it's really not working. "You know I'm an excelent teacher."

"Yeah, right..." but Kyle keeps in mind the offer. After all, Ephram was kind of a good teacher...