Title: If It Doesn't Hurt You're Not Doing It Right
Author:
spicy_diamond Fandom: Gintama
Pairing: Okita Sougo / Kagura
Table:
RomancePrompt: 11. Pleasure
Rating: PG-13
Challenge:
drabble123 Summary: S&M doesn't quite work when there's more S than M
Words: 200
“Ow.” Awkwardly clasping a hand to her neck, Kagura glared. “Did you just bite me?!”
“Maybe.” Okita muttered somewhere from around the vicinity of her collar bone, fingers diligently working over the ties of her dress even as she began to shove him off in protest.
“That hurt bastard!” She jabbed him accusingly.
“Don't be such a pansy, China.” He snorted, brushing her hand away. “I didn't even break the skin.”
“Well, how would you like it if I bit you?”
“You wouldn't-”
She would.
Okita spat out curses as Kagura bit into the unprotected, smooth skin of his shoulder, worrying it with her teeth for good measure.
“Hah!” Pulling back to observe her work, she gloated. “How do you like that!”
“Damn it China...”
“And with your baby skin you'll be stuck with it for a long time.” Kagura told him smugly. “On the other hand mine will probably be gone by tomorro- Oh!”
She gasped in surprise while Okita lunged, pinning her back down on the ground with a faintly irritated look on his face.
“Then I'll just have to make more, won't I?”
Title: Seven Minutes of Heaven Are Equal to Seven Years of Hell
Author:
spicy_diamond Fandom: Gintama
Pairing: Okita Sougo / Kagura
Table:
RomancePrompt: 20. Writer's Choice - End
Rating: R
Challenge:
drabble123 Summary: No matter how the situations changed, they inevitably ended in the same way - the Shinsengumi's broom closet.
Warnings: Language
Words: 200
Notes: And Romance tis complete!!
Hijikata watched the mussed pair stumbling out of the Shinsengumi broom closet with a mixture of disgust, horror, and deep seated resignation.
“Fuck.” He sighed, his head throbbing with the beginnings of what was promising to be spectacular migraine and immediately began to pat himself down for his pack of cigarettes. “I need a smoke.”
“Oh, there you are, Hijikata-san.” Okita said brightly, tugging the Yorozuya girl behind him by the wrist as he made an abrupt about face to greet his superior. “I almost didn't see you.”
Ignoring the urge to massage his aching temples, Hijikata tapped the cigarette carton against his palm until one slid out.
“If you needed something out of the closet I wouldn't really-”
“First off, no. Just no.” Hijikata cut off Okita with a thrust of his unlit cigarette. He then pointed to the younger man, his little girlfriend, and the violated broom closet in turn. “No. Hell, no. And, fucking Hell, no.”
Thus having said his piece, Hijikata pivoted on his heel. Fully determined to forget everything he'd just seen.
…That is, after he ordered Yamazaki to clean out that particular closet first, of course.