SO MANY KINDS OF WRONG, SO LITTLE TIME. THIS IS ALSO TOO LONG. SRY K THX.
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Chisame wasn't exactly a woman of the world. She was a woman of the Internet world, and as such, her views on sex were a little skewed--but she still considered herself a little better-informed than most girls her age, probably in all the wrong ways.
They all said the first time wasn't the greatest. The chat rooms, the message boards, Prince; it was common knowledge. This little factoid didn't exactly enter into her fantasies, and she ignored it when she could, but it was filed away in the back of her mind should the subject ever come up.
And that night she'd been sure Mello had consumed too much alcohol for anything to be coming up--the two had the cabin to themselves for the night, and had gotten their hands on a bottle of wine to celebrate another evening of not being dead--but in this knowledge the Internet had finally failed her. There they were, and it would have taken far more willpower than she had to turn down something she had wanted for so long.
And perhaps Chisame had gotten a bit tipsy herself, because she didn't realize that things weren't going as planned until a couple of minutes after they'd already gone. Come and gone, at that.
"Mello, did you already--Mello? Mello. Wake--I can't breathe--oh, dammit."
A minute's struggle later, Chisame was back in her hammock and being left to her own devices. She wondered briefly if Urahara sold any "devices," actually.
But hey, Prince had warned her.
Time to call up one of her favorite fantasies and finish the job herself.
Mm . . .Mello and I have the cabin to ourselves for the night. We find a bottle of wine, and after a few drinks--
She wondered why that particular one didn't seem to be doing anything for her.
I ADORE YOU SO MUCH. :D :D THANK YOU. (There should be more Mello/Chisame out there, really. Because it'd all be horribly wrong -- and you do it MARVELOUSLY. Poor Chisame. XD Poor, poor Chisame. XD)
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Chisame wasn't exactly a woman of the world. She was a woman of the Internet world, and as such, her views on sex were a little skewed--but she still considered herself a little better-informed than most girls her age, probably in all the wrong ways.
They all said the first time wasn't the greatest. The chat rooms, the message boards, Prince; it was common knowledge. This little factoid didn't exactly enter into her fantasies, and she ignored it when she could, but it was filed away in the back of her mind should the subject ever come up.
And that night she'd been sure Mello had consumed too much alcohol for anything to be coming up--the two had the cabin to themselves for the night, and had gotten their hands on a bottle of wine to celebrate another evening of not being dead--but in this knowledge the Internet had finally failed her. There they were, and it would have taken far more willpower than she had to turn down something she had wanted for so long.
And perhaps Chisame had gotten a bit tipsy herself, because she didn't realize that things weren't going as planned until a couple of minutes after they'd already gone. Come and gone, at that.
"Mello, did you already--Mello? Mello. Wake--I can't breathe--oh, dammit."
A minute's struggle later, Chisame was back in her hammock and being left to her own devices. She wondered briefly if Urahara sold any "devices," actually.
But hey, Prince had warned her.
Time to call up one of her favorite fantasies and finish the job herself.
Mm . . .Mello and I have the cabin to ourselves for the night. We find a bottle of wine, and after a few drinks--
She wondered why that particular one didn't seem to be doing anything for her.
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