PKdrabbles.
Title: Drabble's on Pein and Konan.
Summary: God and his Angel, messed in the head but so completely perfect.
Rating: T to M.
Notes: was in the mood -shrug- that and Paintchat has corrupted my braaaaaaaainz. XD If certain people, who shall remain nameless, throw moar prompt words at me, moar shall be written.
1) Hold
She'd hold his face, not hard and her fingers were curled into his hair and with each movement, and with each thrust and every single way he made her feel alive, she'd sigh. She'd sigh and hold his head in her hands like she always did, always keeping him intact and together again. Hold him close, hold him together as they reached the end of sweet oblivion together, the end of his dreams and her reality. The end of whatever they had never been.
2) Man
He'd never be anything without her. God's, he knew, were only as good as their believers, defenders, followers. She followed him, defended him. But he'd never know if she believed in him though. So he tried every way he knew to make her stay. Because if a God's temple was abandonded they were nothing but dusty pictures. So he did the only thing that made sense -- he made her body his temple. Because if he couldn't be believed in as a God, he could be believed in as a man.
3) Value
She'd wanted to say it crueler, be harsher, to yell at Jiraiya, to let him now that it wasnt just Pein. She'd suffered too, she was as much as part of this as he was. Recalling those memories were perhaps Jiraiya's mistake, because it made her stronger, made her remember why he was an Angel. Why Pein was God and why only she knew of Nagato, why Nagato existed to her alone anymore. She was no puppet, not like he he implied, she chose this, would always. For that she wanted to make him understand that this suffering had made her. And they would pass this lesson on to the world. The greatest thing they had of value they had left.
4) World
He'd stand on the edge of oblivion, he'd welcome it, his arms spread wide. Above him she would rise, God and Angel. The world -- this twisted, sick, unknowing of what it was -- world, would learn that its whole existance resided in his hand. In his eyes.
5) Rush
Like waves upon the shore, he'd move inside her, so hard, so fast, a rush. She'd wrap her arms around his shoulders and moan from somewhere deep in her soul. Keen highly, from the tip of her tongue that spoke words only for him, from him. He caused this, his lips were pressed against her breast, teeth grazing her nipple, and she rushed to meet him, to respond for him. But when she reached that point, that moment of -- of -- all the rush, the noise came to naught as she let out a single gasp and the world would fall, fall again for their truth, for this rush.
Ciao bella,
Lily
xoxox
Summary: God and his Angel, messed in the head but so completely perfect.
Rating: T to M.
Notes: was in the mood -shrug- that and Paintchat has corrupted my braaaaaaaainz. XD If certain people, who shall remain nameless, throw moar prompt words at me, moar shall be written.
1) Hold
She'd hold his face, not hard and her fingers were curled into his hair and with each movement, and with each thrust and every single way he made her feel alive, she'd sigh. She'd sigh and hold his head in her hands like she always did, always keeping him intact and together again. Hold him close, hold him together as they reached the end of sweet oblivion together, the end of his dreams and her reality. The end of whatever they had never been.
2) Man
He'd never be anything without her. God's, he knew, were only as good as their believers, defenders, followers. She followed him, defended him. But he'd never know if she believed in him though. So he tried every way he knew to make her stay. Because if a God's temple was abandonded they were nothing but dusty pictures. So he did the only thing that made sense -- he made her body his temple. Because if he couldn't be believed in as a God, he could be believed in as a man.
3) Value
She'd wanted to say it crueler, be harsher, to yell at Jiraiya, to let him now that it wasnt just Pein. She'd suffered too, she was as much as part of this as he was. Recalling those memories were perhaps Jiraiya's mistake, because it made her stronger, made her remember why he was an Angel. Why Pein was God and why only she knew of Nagato, why Nagato existed to her alone anymore. She was no puppet, not like he he implied, she chose this, would always. For that she wanted to make him understand that this suffering had made her. And they would pass this lesson on to the world. The greatest thing they had of value they had left.
4) World
He'd stand on the edge of oblivion, he'd welcome it, his arms spread wide. Above him she would rise, God and Angel. The world -- this twisted, sick, unknowing of what it was -- world, would learn that its whole existance resided in his hand. In his eyes.
5) Rush
Like waves upon the shore, he'd move inside her, so hard, so fast, a rush. She'd wrap her arms around his shoulders and moan from somewhere deep in her soul. Keen highly, from the tip of her tongue that spoke words only for him, from him. He caused this, his lips were pressed against her breast, teeth grazing her nipple, and she rushed to meet him, to respond for him. But when she reached that point, that moment of -- of -- all the rush, the noise came to naught as she let out a single gasp and the world would fall, fall again for their truth, for this rush.
Ciao bella,
Lily
xoxox