"Discomfited at the thought, Miroku paled. Did I just grope her aura?"
Well look what I found unfinished and unpublished on my writing blog...
Taking hold of the hem of your dress
Cleanliness only comes in small doses
Bodily whole but my head's in a mess
Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis
He knew the taste of obsession the moment he saw her.
The shy smile drew his attention and the mischievous twinkle in her eyes hinted of the innumerable pleasures to come once he'd tamed her. The delicate sweet fragrance wafting around her was a silent witness to her exquisite tastes and he breathed in, once, twice, mesmerized and excilerated beyond belief.
She. She.
The startingly blond braids framing her innocent blushing face made his fingers start to twitch involuntarily: How he longed to let that hair out, to see it dance around her sweat-sheened body as he brought her to sweetest oblivion, ah, but not yet, not yet.
...and then she turned out to be a fighter, a soldier, an enemy, a man. But then the damage was already done and nothing in the world could make him give up.
* * *
"I could swear he still wanted to jump me after I revealed myself."
Tifa was quiet for a long time. Then, "No, of course not. Don't worry." She probably thought Cloud didn't notice the pitying glances she sent him the rest of the evening.
* * *
Don Corneo soon realized that he knew nothing of the forbidden pleasures of the flesh. Give him a girl and he was a self-proclaimed expert; tab A into slot B, rub a little here and tweak a little there and soon the lucky lady would be spasming around him, squeeling with joy. None of that would work now, and he had no idea what to do. Well of course, there was the... oh, but grossness. No way in hell would he ever put his mouth there.
But desperate times calls for desperate measures. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and all that. Kotch with the left-behind wig just wasn't good enough, and though the Don tried and tried and tried he couldn't bring himself to care enough to get his hormones boiling.
"Find out what works, " he carelessly ordered Scotch and Kotch. They looked at each other and trembled, then got to work. Wow, that isn't hot at all, he thought and grabbed another handful of peanuts. The things you do for love...
* * *
"I think someone is following us. Well, apart from the Shinra, of course"
"Cloud..."
"No, I mean it. These guys are much more obvious." But they were good enough to be able to follow Avalanche's tracks, weren't they? Which meant they wanted to be found out. Which meant that.. Better not think about it.
But then the notes started to appear.
* * *
...had almost forgotten about it. DESPERATELY need to finish it. WHAT THE FUCK! XD XD XD XD
Also wrote an Avatar drabble yesterday, hahaahaha well, at least that's something.
Taking hold of the hem of your dress
Cleanliness only comes in small doses
Bodily whole but my head's in a mess
Fuelling obsession that borders psychosis
He knew the taste of obsession the moment he saw her.
The shy smile drew his attention and the mischievous twinkle in her eyes hinted of the innumerable pleasures to come once he'd tamed her. The delicate sweet fragrance wafting around her was a silent witness to her exquisite tastes and he breathed in, once, twice, mesmerized and excilerated beyond belief.
She. She.
The startingly blond braids framing her innocent blushing face made his fingers start to twitch involuntarily: How he longed to let that hair out, to see it dance around her sweat-sheened body as he brought her to sweetest oblivion, ah, but not yet, not yet.
...and then she turned out to be a fighter, a soldier, an enemy, a man. But then the damage was already done and nothing in the world could make him give up.
* * *
"I could swear he still wanted to jump me after I revealed myself."
Tifa was quiet for a long time. Then, "No, of course not. Don't worry." She probably thought Cloud didn't notice the pitying glances she sent him the rest of the evening.
* * *
Don Corneo soon realized that he knew nothing of the forbidden pleasures of the flesh. Give him a girl and he was a self-proclaimed expert; tab A into slot B, rub a little here and tweak a little there and soon the lucky lady would be spasming around him, squeeling with joy. None of that would work now, and he had no idea what to do. Well of course, there was the... oh, but grossness. No way in hell would he ever put his mouth there.
But desperate times calls for desperate measures. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and all that. Kotch with the left-behind wig just wasn't good enough, and though the Don tried and tried and tried he couldn't bring himself to care enough to get his hormones boiling.
"Find out what works, " he carelessly ordered Scotch and Kotch. They looked at each other and trembled, then got to work. Wow, that isn't hot at all, he thought and grabbed another handful of peanuts. The things you do for love...
* * *
"I think someone is following us. Well, apart from the Shinra, of course"
"Cloud..."
"No, I mean it. These guys are much more obvious." But they were good enough to be able to follow Avalanche's tracks, weren't they? Which meant they wanted to be found out. Which meant that.. Better not think about it.
But then the notes started to appear.
* * *
...had almost forgotten about it. DESPERATELY need to finish it. WHAT THE FUCK! XD XD XD XD
Also wrote an Avatar drabble yesterday, hahaahaha well, at least that's something.