R88: Predict
Title: Predict
Characters: Giovanni, ???(Who's that girl?)
POV: Giovanni
Notes: Once again, I can't write. But have fun!
She obviously thought he couldn’t see her, he thought as he came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. But he knew she was there, had heard the whisper of someone sneaking in through the window, had sensed the sudden filling of air pressure in the room. Without even opening the bathroom door, he quickly plotted out the few locations she could hide, and the only place that fit the angle of the sound was on the other side of the bed.
But it had been a long day at the office, and he was eager for some fun. He came out humming, carefully not turning an eye to the bed, carefully turning his back to the extra shadow on the wall. She was good though- the branches of her shadow was perfectly melded in with the shadow of the bed and pillows, and only his eye could ever detect the extra protrusions here and there. He smiled and continued ignoring her, feeling the ache of his hardening. He could imagine her twitching with excitement, waiting for the perfect moment… He turned his back, pulled the towel off his hips, and pretended to dry his hair while waiting for her to lose patience. So she wanted a different way to initiate their nightly tumbles? That was fine. He was always open to surprises.
Zing. There it was, a sudden pulse in the silence, invisible like a burst of darkness at night. There she was!
As soon as he heard it, he threw the towel down and flipped around, seizing the lunging figure by the crotch and slamming it down on the bed, then leaping up onto her and eagerly pressing his hips against her stomach.
“Oh, playful as always-“ He immediately stopped upon seeing an unfamiliar, non-Rocket, frightened, and male face. He realized that the hands he was pinning down were gripping wickedly sharp sets of assassins’ knives. “…You’re not my girl…”
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Who do you feel more sorry for, Giovanni or the assassin? (Pss. I wonder if it's the same guy as from Twist.)
Characters: Giovanni, ???(Who's that girl?)
POV: Giovanni
Notes: Once again, I can't write. But have fun!
She obviously thought he couldn’t see her, he thought as he came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. But he knew she was there, had heard the whisper of someone sneaking in through the window, had sensed the sudden filling of air pressure in the room. Without even opening the bathroom door, he quickly plotted out the few locations she could hide, and the only place that fit the angle of the sound was on the other side of the bed.
But it had been a long day at the office, and he was eager for some fun. He came out humming, carefully not turning an eye to the bed, carefully turning his back to the extra shadow on the wall. She was good though- the branches of her shadow was perfectly melded in with the shadow of the bed and pillows, and only his eye could ever detect the extra protrusions here and there. He smiled and continued ignoring her, feeling the ache of his hardening. He could imagine her twitching with excitement, waiting for the perfect moment… He turned his back, pulled the towel off his hips, and pretended to dry his hair while waiting for her to lose patience. So she wanted a different way to initiate their nightly tumbles? That was fine. He was always open to surprises.
Zing. There it was, a sudden pulse in the silence, invisible like a burst of darkness at night. There she was!
As soon as he heard it, he threw the towel down and flipped around, seizing the lunging figure by the crotch and slamming it down on the bed, then leaping up onto her and eagerly pressing his hips against her stomach.
“Oh, playful as always-“ He immediately stopped upon seeing an unfamiliar, non-Rocket, frightened, and male face. He realized that the hands he was pinning down were gripping wickedly sharp sets of assassins’ knives. “…You’re not my girl…”
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Who do you feel more sorry for, Giovanni or the assassin? (Pss. I wonder if it's the same guy as from Twist.)