Hard Enough to Hurt, Soft Enough to Mark
Things to do: Learn to hug people of average/short height without giving them injuries caused by my excessive height and pointy bits.
Achieving this resolution could fulfill my potential as the following:
(don't know about the guru thing, but the depraved v romantic thing seems spot on)
And on the (slightly) depraved note, have some fic!
Title: Hard Enough to Hurt, Soft Enough to Mark
Summary: She knew she'd find the crack and crannies imprinted on herself later that night.
Rating: hard PG-13/R
Words: 208
She slammed her head back against the wall, once, twice, three times, as those fingers snuck up her waist and pressed deep into her flesh. The pain that shot through her skull did nothing to stop the ache building deep within her chest.
Fingernails scraped, and she moaned as the sting raced across her muscled stomach. A bare leg pressed between her thighs, charging up the heat there, while she was pushed up so hard against the stone behind her that she knew she’d find the cracks and crannies imprinted on herself later that night.
Soft breasts rose and felt against her own narrow chest with each fast breath, as only the false modesty of cloth separated them. As hard teeth and tongue attacked her mouth, black hair fell in her eyes; riding high, with back arched into the body pushing up against hers, she didn't care whose.
As Pansy’s mouth fell to her neck, biting deep through skin to the searing red beneath, Cho clenched onto the arm that had her hand pressed against the wall. While that sharp mouth sucked and bit along her shoulder and down her chest, she dug her nails into the soft skin under her hand, leaving crescent-shaped marks over the dark one already there.
p.s. Mikaella, have you heard of The Audreys? They won best blues/roots album last year in the ARIA's, they're really good, and as they're from Adelaide, you should go and see them. Unless, like, you don't want to :P