Surprise, Surprise
Fandom: Gundam 00
Title: Surprise, Surprise
Genre: Drama, Humor, smut
Characters: Hallelujah, Allelujah, Christina
Spoilers: Season 1
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Hallelujah gets Christina all worked up and the task of bringing her back down falls to Allelujah. (Written for the S1 kinkmeme.)
Surprise, Surprise
She moaned in spite of herself, knowing in her gut that this was wrong. The golden-eyed devil had forced his way into this position, feigning sympathy when he returned to the ship to find her a shaking a mess. She had fought back, of course, but there was only so much she could do in the face of a super-soldier with years of hand-to-hand combat training and delicious, sweaty, tanned, muscular abs that rippled like...
No, she wouldn't enjoy this. He wasn't Allelujah. It was Hallelujah, that slimy, evil bastard who lurked in his psyche. Allelujah was sweet, nurturning, and supportive (and hot). He was everything a girl could ever want. Hallelujah was a sadistic asshole the world was better off without. If only he didn't know how to get her motor running.
"I love cats, don't you?" He purred in his ear, nipping at the soft flesh that her top left exposed. "I love petting them...they so soft and warm and moist..." He emphasized the point by sliding his free hand--previously cupping her full breasts--into her panties to stroker he most private of parts. "Oh, yes, I love pussy."
She shivered, biting back a moan. "That's the lamest line I've ever heard."
The room went deadly quite, filled with a tension that made her think she didn't have very long to live. Then, all at once, it was over. He released the vice-like grip on the arms pinned behind her backs and yanked his hand out of her shorts like he had just been bitten. She sank helplessly to her knees, drawing them up to her chest protectively. Her assailant, meanwhile, crossed his arms in obvious annoyance.
"If you're going to be like that, you can just get yourself off." No sooner had the words left his lips than his entire body pitched forward. He sank to his knees, face falling away from her. She almost thought that he had fainted before Allelujah's voice--quiet and gentle--came to her. "Oh...Oh my god, Christina. I'm so sorry, I..."
He trailed off, too ashamed to speak. His hair had fallen over his gleaming eye again, revealing that cool, hazel thing she had come to love. Looking into his sad, lovely eye, Christina realized just how horny she was. But it wasn't so bad...not really. Allelujah was the type to bend over backward to please someone and she was sure it wouldn't be all that difficult to guilt trip him into make-up sex.
"It's alright," her smile was too easy and flirty for someone who had just been attacked. His senses went on high alert. It only got worse when he heard Hallelujah tossing in his two cents.
/You owe me. I got her warmed up, now you get to finish her off./
[That's awful. You nearly raped the poor girl. She's been traumatized.]
/How many traumatized girls start stripping for the guy they have a huge girl-boner for?/
Allelujah put his retort on hold, eyeing those mind-bending curves of Christina's as she tossed aside her leggings. He had seen her in a bathing suit, but it ocurred to him that he had never taken the time to appreciate how shapely her legs were.
/DO IT! DO IT NOW! BEND HER OVER AND MAKE HER SQUEAL LIKE A PIGGY!/
He was interrupted again, by the very subject of their conversation.
"I think you owe me."
"Oh?" He feigned innocence. /If you don't do things to her that would make her mother vomit in rage, I will never forgive you for this./
"Make me feel good," she all but challenged, losing her top. She wasn't wearing a bra. It was about that time he realized she had a fantastic rack, too.
(I think this is the first time we've been in agreement about anything...ever...)
/Good boy. No go bone her so hard she won't be able to walk for a week./
Title: Surprise, Surprise
Genre: Drama, Humor, smut
Characters: Hallelujah, Allelujah, Christina
Spoilers: Season 1
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Hallelujah gets Christina all worked up and the task of bringing her back down falls to Allelujah. (Written for the S1 kinkmeme.)
Surprise, Surprise
She moaned in spite of herself, knowing in her gut that this was wrong. The golden-eyed devil had forced his way into this position, feigning sympathy when he returned to the ship to find her a shaking a mess. She had fought back, of course, but there was only so much she could do in the face of a super-soldier with years of hand-to-hand combat training and delicious, sweaty, tanned, muscular abs that rippled like...
No, she wouldn't enjoy this. He wasn't Allelujah. It was Hallelujah, that slimy, evil bastard who lurked in his psyche. Allelujah was sweet, nurturning, and supportive (and hot). He was everything a girl could ever want. Hallelujah was a sadistic asshole the world was better off without. If only he didn't know how to get her motor running.
"I love cats, don't you?" He purred in his ear, nipping at the soft flesh that her top left exposed. "I love petting them...they so soft and warm and moist..." He emphasized the point by sliding his free hand--previously cupping her full breasts--into her panties to stroker he most private of parts. "Oh, yes, I love pussy."
She shivered, biting back a moan. "That's the lamest line I've ever heard."
The room went deadly quite, filled with a tension that made her think she didn't have very long to live. Then, all at once, it was over. He released the vice-like grip on the arms pinned behind her backs and yanked his hand out of her shorts like he had just been bitten. She sank helplessly to her knees, drawing them up to her chest protectively. Her assailant, meanwhile, crossed his arms in obvious annoyance.
"If you're going to be like that, you can just get yourself off." No sooner had the words left his lips than his entire body pitched forward. He sank to his knees, face falling away from her. She almost thought that he had fainted before Allelujah's voice--quiet and gentle--came to her. "Oh...Oh my god, Christina. I'm so sorry, I..."
He trailed off, too ashamed to speak. His hair had fallen over his gleaming eye again, revealing that cool, hazel thing she had come to love. Looking into his sad, lovely eye, Christina realized just how horny she was. But it wasn't so bad...not really. Allelujah was the type to bend over backward to please someone and she was sure it wouldn't be all that difficult to guilt trip him into make-up sex.
"It's alright," her smile was too easy and flirty for someone who had just been attacked. His senses went on high alert. It only got worse when he heard Hallelujah tossing in his two cents.
/You owe me. I got her warmed up, now you get to finish her off./
[That's awful. You nearly raped the poor girl. She's been traumatized.]
/How many traumatized girls start stripping for the guy they have a huge girl-boner for?/
Allelujah put his retort on hold, eyeing those mind-bending curves of Christina's as she tossed aside her leggings. He had seen her in a bathing suit, but it ocurred to him that he had never taken the time to appreciate how shapely her legs were.
/DO IT! DO IT NOW! BEND HER OVER AND MAKE HER SQUEAL LIKE A PIGGY!/
He was interrupted again, by the very subject of their conversation.
"I think you owe me."
"Oh?" He feigned innocence. /If you don't do things to her that would make her mother vomit in rage, I will never forgive you for this./
"Make me feel good," she all but challenged, losing her top. She wasn't wearing a bra. It was about that time he realized she had a fantastic rack, too.
(I think this is the first time we've been in agreement about anything...ever...)
/Good boy. No go bone her so hard she won't be able to walk for a week./