[Bleach] Twiggy vs. James Bond [Kon/Rukia]
Title: Twiggy vs. James Bond
Author: tasteslikemiso
Characters/Pairings: Kon/Rukia
Rating: T
Word Count: 152
Notes/Summary: "Aishiteru" requested by CottonballLOL. Kon waxes eloquent, Rukia couldn't care less. From the August 7, 2005 prompt for the community 31_days.
Kon drooled a little, ogling the beautiful, slender legs sprouting from her teasingly short hemline. Nee-san may have been lacking in the chest area, but her legs...ah! He was a true connoisseur of women, and embraced smooth, shapely loveliness wherever it appeared. In her large doe eyes, glaring at him in exasperation, her petite figure curled into sleep, even the dark sleekness of her hair. Nee-san was gorgeous, no other word for it. Not a frail, clinging girl but a svelte femme fatale, his saviour, confidant, and friend. A woman truly worthy of his all-abiding passion. Just a little more and he'd glimpse her delicate pink folds, like a blushing flower, slick with...
"Gah, perverted idiot! Why the hell are you always trying to look up my skirt!"
He blessed her sweet voice as it cursed him, the creamy thigh taut with anger, and even the dainty foot crushing his loins.
Author: tasteslikemiso
Characters/Pairings: Kon/Rukia
Rating: T
Word Count: 152
Notes/Summary: "Aishiteru" requested by CottonballLOL. Kon waxes eloquent, Rukia couldn't care less. From the August 7, 2005 prompt for the community 31_days.
Kon drooled a little, ogling the beautiful, slender legs sprouting from her teasingly short hemline. Nee-san may have been lacking in the chest area, but her legs...ah! He was a true connoisseur of women, and embraced smooth, shapely loveliness wherever it appeared. In her large doe eyes, glaring at him in exasperation, her petite figure curled into sleep, even the dark sleekness of her hair. Nee-san was gorgeous, no other word for it. Not a frail, clinging girl but a svelte femme fatale, his saviour, confidant, and friend. A woman truly worthy of his all-abiding passion. Just a little more and he'd glimpse her delicate pink folds, like a blushing flower, slick with...
"Gah, perverted idiot! Why the hell are you always trying to look up my skirt!"
He blessed her sweet voice as it cursed him, the creamy thigh taut with anger, and even the dainty foot crushing his loins.