This Topic DEMANDS Hina
Title: Bend
Pairing: Robin/Hina
Rating: R
Theme: Authority
Word count: 299
Notes: My very first post here! Long Live Girl Smut.
When she walked, she walked tall; rigidly poised curves seductively wrapped in the tightly bound material of military rank. The spill of blond down her shoulders and to the small of her back was silken sex. The dips and angles of meticulously painted lips issued command and expected obedience, which she received out of respect and fear and always shaded with dark pleasure.
But she, in turn, in secret one night, had learned the seductive bite of submission. She had learned from pale elegant hands that were gentle with the weight of authority when they pulled her forward, pushed her down, threaded long fingers beneath to cradle the wavering weight of her skull.
Whether surrender was given in error or with intention had ceased to matter the moment it had been accepted in the thick heat of that dark room. Naked and kneeling she could have felt vulnerable, but didn’t, she could have felt shame, but that was something that she had never known. Instead, she had looked up into steady delicately pale eyes that regarded her gently with directive lust, and pressed her mouth obediently against the bare skin of the flat belly, chasing the answering twitch with the smooth curved edge of her tongue. She moved lower, leaving a moist trail of touch and taste, before stretching her neck forward, ignoring the answering ache between her folded legs. Gasps and laughter fell like stray petals against her ears, before turning deep and weighted.
When Hina walked, she walked tall, but with keen eyes trained on the moving ship she now chased, her thoughts were pulled back to that one time she had readily crawled. As they drew closer, still undetected, she thought of choice and opportunity and the bite and scratch of rough wood against her knees.
Pairing: Robin/Hina
Rating: R
Theme: Authority
Word count: 299
Notes: My very first post here! Long Live Girl Smut.
When she walked, she walked tall; rigidly poised curves seductively wrapped in the tightly bound material of military rank. The spill of blond down her shoulders and to the small of her back was silken sex. The dips and angles of meticulously painted lips issued command and expected obedience, which she received out of respect and fear and always shaded with dark pleasure.
But she, in turn, in secret one night, had learned the seductive bite of submission. She had learned from pale elegant hands that were gentle with the weight of authority when they pulled her forward, pushed her down, threaded long fingers beneath to cradle the wavering weight of her skull.
Whether surrender was given in error or with intention had ceased to matter the moment it had been accepted in the thick heat of that dark room. Naked and kneeling she could have felt vulnerable, but didn’t, she could have felt shame, but that was something that she had never known. Instead, she had looked up into steady delicately pale eyes that regarded her gently with directive lust, and pressed her mouth obediently against the bare skin of the flat belly, chasing the answering twitch with the smooth curved edge of her tongue. She moved lower, leaving a moist trail of touch and taste, before stretching her neck forward, ignoring the answering ache between her folded legs. Gasps and laughter fell like stray petals against her ears, before turning deep and weighted.
When Hina walked, she walked tall, but with keen eyes trained on the moving ship she now chased, her thoughts were pulled back to that one time she had readily crawled. As they drew closer, still undetected, she thought of choice and opportunity and the bite and scratch of rough wood against her knees.