theirloveissoplush
First off, I blame this entirely on serendipityxxi.
SerendipityMXXI: and okay that just looks wrong now that I've finished typing it. Blanket porn would be weird
And so, I gave her this. Copied from AIM (although changed into a story form), completely un-edited other than the LJ spell-checker (and deleting the AIM format).
Blanket porn. Throw/Duvet (which I made het, for some reason). Enjoy. *g*
The duvet secretly coveted the throw. Her red criss-crossing lines begged to be touched, and her little dangling strings needed to be flicked. Sometimes, when the throw would bunch up just a certain way, the duvet thought it was just for him. Her folds moving and accenting her voluptuous red lines. Her blue squares highlighted. Yes, the duvet was in lust with the throw.
The throw didn't know this, of course. No, she was oblivious to the duvet's interest in her criss-crossed lines. But she wished for it. Oh, yes, she wished for it. She wanted to touch his plush green triangles. Push them in just the right way. Make him messy. She loved the way he would lie on the bed all crisp and smooth. Warm. Fluffy. She wanted to make him lose his composure. Make him happy.
So the duvet and the throw continued to long for one another in secret. The only one who knew of their devotion was the sheet. And the sheet was a bit of a yenta. She loved to see blankets fall in love with one another. So one day, while she saw the throw and the duvet casually looking at one another, she made a plan. 'I must get them to touch!' the sheet said, which was a feat considering it had no mouth. 'If they touch, their mystical love will be realized! Plus, I'll get to watch hot blanket sex.'
So that night she decided to be thinner. Lighter. Colder. She knew the big fleshy lump would have to get more cover. And she waited in glee as the lump grew little bumps. Suddenly, it moved, and got the throw!
The throw was so happy! She would get to be closer to her beloved duvet. She waited in anticipation as she was slowly lowered down on top of him, and spread to cover more and more of him. She was touching the duvet.
The duvet was in ecstasy. He was touching the throw. Up tight against her red lines and blue squares. His buttons started to push up into her.
The throw looked down at the buttons. The duvet liked her! Oh, the duvet liked her! She pushed back down onto the buttons. They were hard, round, and black, and felt just right against her small blue squares.
The duvet couldn't believe his luck. The throw was letting him into her squares. And what beautiful blue squares they were! He rustled in appreciation, and flicked a dangling string with his hem. He pushed deeper.
The throw had never felt so good. This was where she was supposed to be, connected with the duvet. Her lines tightened, and she rustled.
The duvet knew it was coming now. Their completion. He felt one of his buttons begin to stretch. Its thread was pulling out of his green plush, and pushing further into her blue knit. He pushed harder. Suddenly, it came off!
The throw felt the button push into her knit, and jumped in appreciation. Her strings mingled with his hem, and she shuddered. This was it. They were connected now.
The duvet whispered sweet nothings to the throw, and the throw preened. She told the duvet of her undying love.
And the sheet said 'Gotta love the voyeurism.'
The End
SerendipityMXXI: and okay that just looks wrong now that I've finished typing it. Blanket porn would be weird
And so, I gave her this. Copied from AIM (although changed into a story form), completely un-edited other than the LJ spell-checker (and deleting the AIM format).
Blanket porn. Throw/Duvet (which I made het, for some reason). Enjoy. *g*
The duvet secretly coveted the throw. Her red criss-crossing lines begged to be touched, and her little dangling strings needed to be flicked. Sometimes, when the throw would bunch up just a certain way, the duvet thought it was just for him. Her folds moving and accenting her voluptuous red lines. Her blue squares highlighted. Yes, the duvet was in lust with the throw.
The throw didn't know this, of course. No, she was oblivious to the duvet's interest in her criss-crossed lines. But she wished for it. Oh, yes, she wished for it. She wanted to touch his plush green triangles. Push them in just the right way. Make him messy. She loved the way he would lie on the bed all crisp and smooth. Warm. Fluffy. She wanted to make him lose his composure. Make him happy.
So the duvet and the throw continued to long for one another in secret. The only one who knew of their devotion was the sheet. And the sheet was a bit of a yenta. She loved to see blankets fall in love with one another. So one day, while she saw the throw and the duvet casually looking at one another, she made a plan. 'I must get them to touch!' the sheet said, which was a feat considering it had no mouth. 'If they touch, their mystical love will be realized! Plus, I'll get to watch hot blanket sex.'
So that night she decided to be thinner. Lighter. Colder. She knew the big fleshy lump would have to get more cover. And she waited in glee as the lump grew little bumps. Suddenly, it moved, and got the throw!
The throw was so happy! She would get to be closer to her beloved duvet. She waited in anticipation as she was slowly lowered down on top of him, and spread to cover more and more of him. She was touching the duvet.
The duvet was in ecstasy. He was touching the throw. Up tight against her red lines and blue squares. His buttons started to push up into her.
The throw looked down at the buttons. The duvet liked her! Oh, the duvet liked her! She pushed back down onto the buttons. They were hard, round, and black, and felt just right against her small blue squares.
The duvet couldn't believe his luck. The throw was letting him into her squares. And what beautiful blue squares they were! He rustled in appreciation, and flicked a dangling string with his hem. He pushed deeper.
The throw had never felt so good. This was where she was supposed to be, connected with the duvet. Her lines tightened, and she rustled.
The duvet knew it was coming now. Their completion. He felt one of his buttons begin to stretch. Its thread was pulling out of his green plush, and pushing further into her blue knit. He pushed harder. Suddenly, it came off!
The throw felt the button push into her knit, and jumped in appreciation. Her strings mingled with his hem, and she shuddered. This was it. They were connected now.
The duvet whispered sweet nothings to the throw, and the throw preened. She told the duvet of her undying love.
And the sheet said 'Gotta love the voyeurism.'
The End