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Challenge: Fade to Black
Title: Sprays Gone Wild
He breathed heavily, fumbling with her dress. He knew that what he was doing was wrong; it was the spray, after all, it had to be the spray. She wasn't in her right mind, he kept thinking. She didn't really want this, they were just friends, it was too much for one night. Kaito gave the girl an uneasy glance, anxious to see what she thought.
But Tear smiled. Instead of yelling at him, or calling him perverted, she nodded as a sign of permission. It was extremely bold of her; just that reaction made Kaito doubt that this was even happening. It couldn't be, could it? There was no way. She didn't even like him that way! Yet there she was, lying across the sand in a suggestive-- or as suggestive as she could muster-- position. The spray didn't affect them mentally, right? Judith was in the right state of mind, it was just their bodies. Tear had better control than this, so why--
He kissed her, roughly, and she moaned. He finally got the top of the dress off, and was pulling it down her shoulders. Tear grasped his back, letting her fingers dig into his skin. It hurt, but he didn't mind. He realized that he might even be okay with it. This was okay. They were meant to do this.
The dress was off. Tear blushed, looking away for a moment, as if she was debating whether or not they should actually do it. There was no stopping now though. They both knew it. It was time.
"Nice rack."
"Pow Hammer."
"Nice rack."
"Pow Hammer."
"Nice rack."
"Pow Hammer."
"Nice rack."
"Pow Hammer."
Title: Sprays Gone Wild
He breathed heavily, fumbling with her dress. He knew that what he was doing was wrong; it was the spray, after all, it had to be the spray. She wasn't in her right mind, he kept thinking. She didn't really want this, they were just friends, it was too much for one night. Kaito gave the girl an uneasy glance, anxious to see what she thought.
But Tear smiled. Instead of yelling at him, or calling him perverted, she nodded as a sign of permission. It was extremely bold of her; just that reaction made Kaito doubt that this was even happening. It couldn't be, could it? There was no way. She didn't even like him that way! Yet there she was, lying across the sand in a suggestive-- or as suggestive as she could muster-- position. The spray didn't affect them mentally, right? Judith was in the right state of mind, it was just their bodies. Tear had better control than this, so why--
He kissed her, roughly, and she moaned. He finally got the top of the dress off, and was pulling it down her shoulders. Tear grasped his back, letting her fingers dig into his skin. It hurt, but he didn't mind. He realized that he might even be okay with it. This was okay. They were meant to do this.
The dress was off. Tear blushed, looking away for a moment, as if she was debating whether or not they should actually do it. There was no stopping now though. They both knew it. It was time.
"Nice rack."
"Pow Hammer."
"Nice rack."
"Pow Hammer."
"Nice rack."
"Pow Hammer."
"Nice rack."
"Pow Hammer."