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Prompt: Gas.
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his tongue runs the edges of her lips.
his teeth nip the hollows of her throat.
her taste - like any volatile thing that intoxifies fools, wanting for more - burns his mouth.
he cannot help but to gather her warmth in between his fingers, the chill of his skin slowly becoming feverish as well.
(cling to life... an old phrase lingers in his mind i am holding as hard as i can. he shouts back to his accusing ghost.)
her pale skin is a bright contrast against the sea of grays, but all he can see are the blemishes that made her, her.
a rough thumb brushes against the thin lines that scattered across the arms holding his shoulders. gentle fingers trace old cicatrices painting the legs that trapped his body to hover over hers.
the neck, he pauses and he takes another deep breath, this slender, fragile neck...
he could not, cannot, will never stop touching her ( ... )
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What? It's a prompt. Hee, hee.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAKURA!!!!!
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Sasuke Uchiha, who survived megalomaniac dark wizards, fought (and also unfortunately befriended) demon-possessed blond idiots, and just recently, to add to the list of his accomplishments, stopped an army of the undead...
...is trussed up and tied to a tree trunk, naked to the waist up.
"I am going to kill you." He hisses as fingers weave knots of wild daisies into his hair.
"You agreed to this." Brushing off the soots of dirt from her breeches, Sakura merely dumps a self-playing magical harp on his lap.
He sneers a curse, but she sharply interrupts.
"Desperate times calls for desperate measures." Unnatural green eyes rolled heavenward. "We need a bloody female horn to save the king."
Namely, his brother.
This is why when he found out the news that his brother would die any day in the week if they could not regenerate his lungs without the use of faerie healing, his pride took a blow to sought out this (pink!) pink-haired half-breed who had been hiding in the royal apothecaries for over three years ( ... )
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Wonderful, wonderful job!!! Thanks so much!!!
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He’s like a child, he thinks, curled up against that which gives him comfort, security. He’s safe here, with Sakura. He’s safe in their room with the silver moonlight breaking through the windows. It’s quiet; her rhythmic breathing peaceful as he watches her chest swell with each breath.
Gently, he runs his knuckles down her side. She flinches from the contact, but doesn’t wake. He presses his smile to her shoulder.
He doesn’t deserve such trust-not from her. After everything they’ve been through, he thinks she’s a fool for still loving him. No matter how many times they argue over this, no matter how many times she tells him he’s the fool, he can’t help himself. He will never understand what she could possibly be seeing when he catches her watching him, a content smile on her face and a brilliant warmth in her eyes ( ... )
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