Ask Me To Write You Stuff!
It is time to balance my meme karma, since I've been abusing both suzukiblu and banditjoeykuba's awesomeness lately.
So I will be writing anything Avatar, Transformers: Deadzone, or Transformers: Animated in the comments. Including any AU I've babbled at you about. Or any AU you can think of. Or anything involving my OCs. (I will only write other people's OCs with their ( Read more... )
So I will be writing anything Avatar, Transformers: Deadzone, or Transformers: Animated in the comments. Including any AU I've babbled at you about. Or any AU you can think of. Or anything involving my OCs. (I will only write other people's OCs with their ( Read more... )
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Her husband lies on the slab of rock, naked, and eyes lightly closed. Not fully closed, she sees, as she catches his dark green eyes watching her from underneath his lashes.
"I've done acupuncture all my life," Song reminds him.
"I have avoided people stabbing me with sharp tools all of mine," Long Feng responds, and she reaches out to touch one of the knife-scars on his chest.
"Trust me," she says as she picks up the first needle.
"It's difficult."
She smiles sadly, because she has never done him harm save for when they first met. But she understands, and her touch is gentle as she wraps her other hand around his wrist and drives the needle into one of his acupuncture points.
Song has many needles, and her husband has more patience. She works carefully and neatly, altering the flow of Qi and Blood in him to bring him back to something like a healthy balance.
She wonders how many others of the Dai Li live in pain because they do not trust.
"It's all right," she says as she finishes filling the last point on the twelfth meridian. There are eight more meridians she could fill, but he already bristles with needles.
He gives her a dubious look. "It does hurt less," he allows.
Song smiles, and she still has a handful of needles left. She selects one, and her husband does trust her more than he thinks, because his breath hitches as she trails the needletip over his hip and through the maze of needles.
"Don't move," she advises.
"Song," he growls, warning and desire both, and the slab of rock ripples as he flexes his earthbending.
"Long Feng." She weaves the needletip up across his chest, circling each nipple, swirling over his scars and muscles. He was a master earthbender, and she treasured that she was one of the few who ever got to see under his minister's robes.
This is having quite an effect on him, and her eyes flash with mischief as she drives the needle into an acupuncture point along one of the extraordinary meridians. Then she turns her attention lower, arching so her body wouldn't press against the needles, and kisses the tip of him.
"Don't- move," she breathes.
He groans, and her nipples tighten. She knows he'll find a way to pay her in kind for this treatment.
He always does.
She kisses him down the shaft and back up, and the stone in the walls flow like rivers. She wraps her lips around him, and the latticework blooms on the floor before sinking under. She works her mouth and tongue, and craters and spikes explode from the walls and floor.
Long Feng does not move.
Song lifts her head up and licks her lips, and Long Feng bites his lip like he's dying.
She thinks he has never looked more handsome.
She is entirely too dressed for this, and her hanbok falls to the floor with a few simple tugs. Her nipples are hard, and she reaches up to touch her breasts as her husband's eyes slide towards her.
She cups her breasts, strokes them, traces fingertips over them, gasps softly at the lines of sensation left there even after her hands move on.
The floor cracks under her feet.
"Tease."
Song smiles at him, hands sliding down her sides, and his hands clench into fists, and the walls close in.
Her hands slide between her thighs, and he almost- almost - moves.
Song pulls her hands away without touching herself, and that is almost as much torment as he must be going through. Instead, she plucks up two more needles and slides them into a pair of points on the extraordinary meridians.
Long Feng curses her like he's a low-born waif rather than the highest of the Earth King's ministers.
"This is a medical treatment," she reminds him sunnily.
"If you take these needles out, we can finish what you started," he offers, and the stone under her feet ripples.
"I'm not done yet."
Stone fingers slide up her calves. "Then finish."
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*hangs her head in shame*
Very, very sexy. Long Feng getting out his frustrations with Earth bending is a treat. And here I thought that Earth bending would be the most 'unsexy' of the four elements. *melt*
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I am so glad you like! I've been wondering if people have, because it's just been sitting here neglected. *purrs and curls around*
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I think I'm in awe of Song being so awesome and sexy and managing to control this super powerful man (with low sex drive no less) and driving him insane. Love that power dynamic so much. *sritches*
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Song is an amazing character. I need to bug Pux to write more Song Feng. Is a lovely pairing. *loves scritches*
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She's fun, and you should. Perhaps I should too. Perhaps LJ PM. Maybe. AIM scares me. *wary look at it*
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I strongly suggest leaving comments on her Dai Li stuff. Not like "write more, please", but "I'd be interested if you choose to continue this". Also comments in general. She is sadly underloved. *woes*
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*Takes notes and promises to give more love.*
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She heard rumors that since Kuei's disappearance and the Joo Di's emotional breakdowns, they brought gave the man who caused them all this pain at Ba Sing Se was given the position as the Supreme Bureaucratic Administrator.
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