GUNDAM 00 KINK MEME
ATTN: AT THIS TIME, PLEASE TURN TO GUNDAM 00 SEASON 2 KINK MEME
This meme will stay here and with comments enabled so that you can leave comments on fics. However, new prompts are to be placed in the new meme.
Gundam 00 KINK MEME
Complied list of Completed Requests: 02/04/08 02/24/08
I’m sorry, Soma.
“That’s enough.” He pushes into her again. It’s a sharp pain and trickle of blood in all her ordinary senses and a flash of pleasure in the part of her head that’s him.
She bites his shoulder; he pulls her hair; the voice kisses the exposed nape of her neck gently. She gasps.
“Don’t look so surprised, Soma Peiris,” he says. “I told you Allelujah felt sorry for you.” He moves her hips slightly, like she’s a rag doll, and thrusts into her again, rough fingers bruising her skin.
When she closes her eyes, he’s still there, still grinning maniacally, but there’s a sad reflection of him pressed up against her back, one hand running lightly through her hair, the other tracing soft circles against the small of her back. She gasps and her eyes flutter open and nothing is there but a rush of air.
“It’s all in our heads, Soma Pieris,” he coos, a horrible mockery of comfort. “Allelujah is too leave well enough alone.”
“Well enough,” she echoes faintly, nauseated.
“That’s right, Soma Pieris. Pay more attention to yourself and less to Allelujah. It’s starting to feel good, isn’t it?”
She hates him for being right. Her body, at this basic level of biology, is the same as anyone else’s. It’s already adjusted to him, already flushed with pleasure when he pushes in deep enough. She winces.
Relax, says Allelujah, sadly, quietly. He wraps his arms around her shoulders like a patch of warmth; she leans back against him and can feel the tickle of long hair on her bare arms. She can feel their enjoyment, too, a hot, wild joy tempered by a separate reluctance, a sadness and stillness that mingles with the pleasure stirring inside her.
“Tch.” He kisses her roughly, lifts one hand to tear at her camisole and throws it to the floor. Allelujah’s fingers spider downward, ghosting through her nervous system and teasing her breasts. One thumb rubs small circles around her nipples; the moment her mind registers it as very, very nice the other joins it. Oh god, his hands feel good and she - “Do you hear that, Allelujah? She wants you to fuck her.”
No, Hallelujah-
“I thought you liked her,” he drawled. “And she likes you. Besides, you’re all warmed up now, aren’t you, Soma Peiris?” He dips his head low against her collar bone and bites hard, but the shock is half in her body and half in her mind, and when he lifts his head again, his hair is swept to the other side, and his soft gray gaze is worried and sad. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, undoing the bonds on her hands. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
But now the person in the back of her head is not inclined to be so gentle. He tweaks one nipple hard and runs his nails along her back. Her face expression in agony; she buries her face in the shoulder before her.
“Hallelujah!”
Come on, Allelujah. If you aren’t going to play with her, I will. I could take back that body right now. Hallelujah’s fingers twine in her hair; he bites painfully on her earlobe. Make your choice, Allelujah-sama.
He pulls back, looks her intently in the eye. “Is it alright?” he asks.
“It’s too late for that,” she says, bitterly.
“Not for me.” He brushes her bangs out of her face almost reverentially. “Is it… is it alright, then?”
She bites her lip and nods finally, wrapping her arms around him. “Yes.”
Reply
Leave a comment