GUESS WHO'S OLD NO IT'S NOT A BIRTHDAY POST JUST BIRTHDAY TROLLING HENCE IT IS IN THE SPAM 8(
...well, it's not me.
HAPPY FLIPPIN' BIRTHDAY MEGS
As well as a much better lay, in theory, though no one was really willing to test that out. (Winry might, as far as Edward went, but she'd hardly turn around to extend the same offer to Sakura. Probably. Most likely not.)
Sakura pulled Envy back against her body, pushing off the ground to send them both flying back away from Renge's prone form.
"When I invited you over for dinner," Sakura said, voice tight with repressed anger, "It was to eat a casserole or something, not terrorize my friend." She touched ground, eyes flicking to the side to gain a sense of the area before twisting around to slam Envy down on the kitchen table. The entire structure shuddered, not prepared to handle even his slight weight when it had that much force propelling it. Sakura slid one hand up off his arm and fisted it into his hair, yanking back hard as she leaned in, riding on that edge of surprise still.
"If you wanted to play rough," she said, voice dropping low enough that Renge would have difficulty discerning the words, "All you had to do was ask."
She bit down hard on the nape of his neck, not really enjoying the taste of the material of his shirt, but not really caring, either. Envy postured enough for most the people on this ship. He could suck this up and deal like the bitch he was, she figured, even as she pulled him back off the table and twisted herself around to slam her lips against his.
Violent. Pointless.
Pretty muchhis defining characteristics, and yet all she could think was, Dear fucking lord, the things you do that turn me on, you shapeshifting little twit.
-
Renge had never been much for heterosexual porn. She had always favored the homosexual sorts, and occasionally the lesbian variety. But now...
Well, her eyes cracked open at the sound of his back smashing onto the table and downright gawked at the blatant biting of his neck. Something... Oh, good god, was this it? Was this why Envy was always so frustrated and mad and down right mean - he really was sexually repressed! A symptom of being lonely she knew all too well. And... well, it made sense.
Sakura was a strong woman. Envy was a weak, pathetic little brat. They'd be good for each other. And despite the horrible pulsating pain in her arm, Renge made to sit up.
-
Sakura didn't bother to glance Renge's way, dealing with Envy's outburst of < "I warned her, I warned her!" much as she dealt with anything of his -- blatantly ignoring part of it and addressing whatever she felt was behind it.
She pushed him back again, coaxing him to sit on the table even as she said, "Don't bother. We don't do public displays of affection, let alone televisable ones." Ignoring the irony in doing a public private display, but Sakura knew that if Envy was flying off the handle and breaking her roommate's bones, it had been a bad day indeed for Envy.
She kept her eyes on his, limiting thekind of contact she might have utilized with any other lover. Her thumb brushed over the curve of his cheekbone, then was gone.
"I know you did. She didn't listen. You followed through, but --" she cradled the back of his head, "She's not the kind of girl you can just screw around with. You're better than that, aren't you? Picking on someone who can fight back --"
Not that she ended the sentence, since she couldn't resist the amazing apathy rush of apathy adrenaline that apathy filled her whenever she was in Envy's presence, and crushed herlips against his once more, since fuck words.
They got in the way of action, man.
-
Sakura didn't bother to glance Renge's way, dealing with Envy's outburst of < "I warned her, I warned her!" much as she dealt with anything of his -- blatantly ignoring part of it and addressing whatever she felt was behind it.
She pushed him back again, coaxing him to sit on the table even as she said, "Don't bother. We don't do public displays of affection, let alone televisable ones." Ignoring the irony in doing a public private display, but Sakura knew that if Envy was flying off the handle and breaking her roommate's bones, it had been a bad day indeed for Envy.
She kept her eyes on his, limiting thekind of contact she might have utilized with any other lover. Her thumb brushed over the curve of his cheekbone, then was gone.
"I know you did. She didn't listen. You followed through, but --" she cradled the back of his head, "She's not the kind of girl you can just screw around with. You're better than that, aren't you? Picking on someone who can fight back --"
Not that she ended the sentence, since she couldn't resist the amazing apathy rush of apathy adrenaline that apathy filled her whenever she was in Envy's presence, and crushed herlips against his once more, since fuck words.
They got in the way of action, man.
-
Renge stared. Poooooooooooorn.
-
And then Envy shape-shifted into a massive serpent and ate Sakura because he'd had enough of her rape sessions.
Renge was dessert.
THE END.
-
ONLY NOT BECAUSE IN REALITY
/TABLEFUCKED
YEAH TAKE THAT
HAPPY FLIPPIN' BIRTHDAY MEGS
As well as a much better lay, in theory, though no one was really willing to test that out. (Winry might, as far as Edward went, but she'd hardly turn around to extend the same offer to Sakura. Probably. Most likely not.)
Sakura pulled Envy back against her body, pushing off the ground to send them both flying back away from Renge's prone form.
"When I invited you over for dinner," Sakura said, voice tight with repressed anger, "It was to eat a casserole or something, not terrorize my friend." She touched ground, eyes flicking to the side to gain a sense of the area before twisting around to slam Envy down on the kitchen table. The entire structure shuddered, not prepared to handle even his slight weight when it had that much force propelling it. Sakura slid one hand up off his arm and fisted it into his hair, yanking back hard as she leaned in, riding on that edge of surprise still.
"If you wanted to play rough," she said, voice dropping low enough that Renge would have difficulty discerning the words, "All you had to do was ask."
She bit down hard on the nape of his neck, not really enjoying the taste of the material of his shirt, but not really caring, either. Envy postured enough for most the people on this ship. He could suck this up and deal like the bitch he was, she figured, even as she pulled him back off the table and twisted herself around to slam her lips against his.
Violent. Pointless.
Pretty muchhis defining characteristics, and yet all she could think was, Dear fucking lord, the things you do that turn me on, you shapeshifting little twit.
-
Renge had never been much for heterosexual porn. She had always favored the homosexual sorts, and occasionally the lesbian variety. But now...
Well, her eyes cracked open at the sound of his back smashing onto the table and downright gawked at the blatant biting of his neck. Something... Oh, good god, was this it? Was this why Envy was always so frustrated and mad and down right mean - he really was sexually repressed! A symptom of being lonely she knew all too well. And... well, it made sense.
Sakura was a strong woman. Envy was a weak, pathetic little brat. They'd be good for each other. And despite the horrible pulsating pain in her arm, Renge made to sit up.
-
Sakura didn't bother to glance Renge's way, dealing with Envy's outburst of < "I warned her, I warned her!" much as she dealt with anything of his -- blatantly ignoring part of it and addressing whatever she felt was behind it.
She pushed him back again, coaxing him to sit on the table even as she said, "Don't bother. We don't do public displays of affection, let alone televisable ones." Ignoring the irony in doing a public private display, but Sakura knew that if Envy was flying off the handle and breaking her roommate's bones, it had been a bad day indeed for Envy.
She kept her eyes on his, limiting thekind of contact she might have utilized with any other lover. Her thumb brushed over the curve of his cheekbone, then was gone.
"I know you did. She didn't listen. You followed through, but --" she cradled the back of his head, "She's not the kind of girl you can just screw around with. You're better than that, aren't you? Picking on someone who can fight back --"
Not that she ended the sentence, since she couldn't resist the amazing apathy rush of apathy adrenaline that apathy filled her whenever she was in Envy's presence, and crushed herlips against his once more, since fuck words.
They got in the way of action, man.
-
Sakura didn't bother to glance Renge's way, dealing with Envy's outburst of < "I warned her, I warned her!" much as she dealt with anything of his -- blatantly ignoring part of it and addressing whatever she felt was behind it.
She pushed him back again, coaxing him to sit on the table even as she said, "Don't bother. We don't do public displays of affection, let alone televisable ones." Ignoring the irony in doing a public private display, but Sakura knew that if Envy was flying off the handle and breaking her roommate's bones, it had been a bad day indeed for Envy.
She kept her eyes on his, limiting thekind of contact she might have utilized with any other lover. Her thumb brushed over the curve of his cheekbone, then was gone.
"I know you did. She didn't listen. You followed through, but --" she cradled the back of his head, "She's not the kind of girl you can just screw around with. You're better than that, aren't you? Picking on someone who can fight back --"
Not that she ended the sentence, since she couldn't resist the amazing apathy rush of apathy adrenaline that apathy filled her whenever she was in Envy's presence, and crushed herlips against his once more, since fuck words.
They got in the way of action, man.
-
Renge stared. Poooooooooooorn.
-
And then Envy shape-shifted into a massive serpent and ate Sakura because he'd had enough of her rape sessions.
Renge was dessert.
THE END.
-
ONLY NOT BECAUSE IN REALITY
/TABLEFUCKED
YEAH TAKE THAT