Murata Ken knew what forbidden fruit was. It ran around in tight pink dresses, showing off flashes of pale, gleaming thigh. It exposed pink, lacy garter to the world. Yes, he was well aware that Wolfram was the forbidden fruit the texts spoke of.
All he could do was watch, though. Watch silently as it was neglected and emotionally abused. Watch
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I love your Murata, with his unrequited lust and jealousy. And your imagery is delicious and very hot, might I add. You did a really excellent job here with this ficlet, and I am duly impressed.
Technical note: you have a 'type your cut contents here' just before the last line, and it's kind of a 'huh what?' moment, and just stops the fic. You may want to fix that.
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I mean that in the nicest possible way, of course. ;)
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