Boredom Sets In ...

[cindelius]

I'm bored right now. Requests or suggestions, anyone? I'm caught up on Naruto manga and don't have the willpower to make it through anime fillers at the moment. I sort of feel like writing, but I don't want to go work with the bunnies that I have in progress

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[cindelius]

Pffft. I take it that "no boys" includes boys-who-look-like-girls (read: most of hte male cast), boys-who-turn-into-girls, and boys-in-a-threeway-with-two-girls. So limiting, you are. :op It took a bit of weaning (see early drabbles), but I think I finally managed a drabble without mentioning of men and huge lead-up. *facepalms*

Drabble 1 [failed due to length, lack of smut, and mentioning of boy]

Temari examined her nails casually as she sat, cross-legged on Ino's bed and spoke in an even tone. "I'm already aware of your attempts to foist your teammate off on me."

Ino huffed. "Well, what's wrong with him? Sure, his physique's a little ... muscles aren't really his strong point. And he's sort of got that widow's peak thing with his hair ... but I'm sure I can fix that up if he lets me. He can be a little lazy at times. No, a lot lazy. You'd probably have to do all the work in bed..."

"My, you've sold me," Temari managed through an exaggerated yawn. "You don't sound so fond of him, yourself."

Ino felt a surge of protectiveness run through her. He may be unattractive and lazy, but he was still her teammate, damn it! She squared her shoulders and said, "He's smart. He's strong in ways that others aren't."

Temari looked up at Ino through unimpressed, half-lidded eyes. "So am I."

Ino gulped, unsettled for some reason. She'd seen that look a thousand times on Shikamaru's face, but it had a different effect when it was worn by someone with shiny, smirking lips and long lashes.

"He's..." Ino faltered. Temari had moved from her previous position and was now leaning forward, exposing a full view of smooth, unscarred skin (testament to her strength in battle), with her head cocked to one side in amusement.

Ino looked pointedly at the bountiful curves before her. "I don't think he'd like you anyway. You need to go on a diet. Men like a girl who-"

Temari moved quickly, pulling Ino forward and pinning the woman to the bed, effectively cutting off further comment. Temari leaned in close, their breaths mixing warmly between them, and demanded, "Who gives a shit what men want?"

She shifted position so that her strong thighs held the lower portion of Ino's body securely in place. She tugged a little at the longer, carefully styled locks of hair. "If you spent half as much time training as you spend worrying over what men want, you'd make a real opponent."

Ino let out her protesting shriek, but somehow forgot to throw the other woman off and start a battle. She inhaled deeply and looked into unblinking eyes, instead. Ino widened her own eyes in shock as she observed that, this close and pressed up against her, the curves didn’t feel so bad...