Ficlets: from the 100 prompts (062) and for the camus-can't
title (062) spring
word count ~ 125
disclaimer: Kurumada and Toei own StS. they did all the real work, I'm the proverbial third chap, who sits around and pretends to know what's going on.
WARNING: #1 this ficlet is in the spirit of the Camus-can’t Crusade. That to say, Gold Saint Aquarius Camus is NOT presented in a very nice way. If you find such a despicable thing unbearable or think anyone who sides with evil like that should be flamed, please don’t click in the cut. That said, the camus-can’tness is pretty soft.
#2: the gentler minds might find this offensive, although there is nothing explicit to it
#3:this one sucks terribly. Please don't throw produce, think of all the world's hunger. But I promise tomorrow's is neat (cuddles "summer", which she likes a lot)
062 - Spring
- I’m not a spring chicken, you know? I know what I’m doing.
The girl stopped at the door, her perfect back to him. And slowly turned to face him, face red, lips curled in fury.
- You know what you’re doing?
- Yeah, it’s not like it’s my first time. Plus, I have my natural disposition; I was just born good in bed.
Holding her shoe as if considering whether to throw it at him, the girl asked:
- So when you heard me say I’m getting horny, your natural instinct told you to freeze the bed…
- Well, yes, I’m a French gentleman after all…
Camus stops his speech, perplexed, the girl is no Saint, but she has left the room at near light-speed.
word count ~ 125
disclaimer: Kurumada and Toei own StS. they did all the real work, I'm the proverbial third chap, who sits around and pretends to know what's going on.
WARNING: #1 this ficlet is in the spirit of the Camus-can’t Crusade. That to say, Gold Saint Aquarius Camus is NOT presented in a very nice way. If you find such a despicable thing unbearable or think anyone who sides with evil like that should be flamed, please don’t click in the cut. That said, the camus-can’tness is pretty soft.
#2: the gentler minds might find this offensive, although there is nothing explicit to it
#3:this one sucks terribly. Please don't throw produce, think of all the world's hunger. But I promise tomorrow's is neat (cuddles "summer", which she likes a lot)
062 - Spring
- I’m not a spring chicken, you know? I know what I’m doing.
The girl stopped at the door, her perfect back to him. And slowly turned to face him, face red, lips curled in fury.
- You know what you’re doing?
- Yeah, it’s not like it’s my first time. Plus, I have my natural disposition; I was just born good in bed.
Holding her shoe as if considering whether to throw it at him, the girl asked:
- So when you heard me say I’m getting horny, your natural instinct told you to freeze the bed…
- Well, yes, I’m a French gentleman after all…
Camus stops his speech, perplexed, the girl is no Saint, but she has left the room at near light-speed.