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Title: (I hate titles, esp. this one. UGH) Vice
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Rating: PG
Theme: Addiction
Word Count: 211
No one was perfect but Hina liked to pretend she came pretty damn close. She only had three vices and only two she would admit to openly. Her cigarettes for one, and her need for amusement the other. She liked to be entertained, whether by her admittedly unusual choice of lieutenants, her detached harassment of one Captain Smoker, or by continuing with her eccentric speech pattern - the effects of which she often observed with secret glee. As for the third, she had no trouble acknowledging it to herself but confessing it aloud would never happen.
She made the most delicious noises, sounds Hina drank in like the finest confiscated wine. They were luxurious, silken when they weren’t soft and warm, a delectable mingling of innocence and carnality that could be spiced with slightly abashed debauchery when they were both allowed to indulge in darker things. Always pliant and so ready-to-please, trusting but not with military mindlessness. Tashigi could drive Hina to distraction and so she turned the tables and flustered her instead. It was sweet torture that they were so often oceans apart but Hina was occasionally grateful for the separate postings. If she could feed her cravings more regularly, she had a feeling the need would only grow ever stronger.
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Rating: PG
Theme: Addiction
Word Count: 211
No one was perfect but Hina liked to pretend she came pretty damn close. She only had three vices and only two she would admit to openly. Her cigarettes for one, and her need for amusement the other. She liked to be entertained, whether by her admittedly unusual choice of lieutenants, her detached harassment of one Captain Smoker, or by continuing with her eccentric speech pattern - the effects of which she often observed with secret glee. As for the third, she had no trouble acknowledging it to herself but confessing it aloud would never happen.
She made the most delicious noises, sounds Hina drank in like the finest confiscated wine. They were luxurious, silken when they weren’t soft and warm, a delectable mingling of innocence and carnality that could be spiced with slightly abashed debauchery when they were both allowed to indulge in darker things. Always pliant and so ready-to-please, trusting but not with military mindlessness. Tashigi could drive Hina to distraction and so she turned the tables and flustered her instead. It was sweet torture that they were so often oceans apart but Hina was occasionally grateful for the separate postings. If she could feed her cravings more regularly, she had a feeling the need would only grow ever stronger.