It's going to rain soon.
Softer shades of grey.
He pulled the pin- and her hair tumbled over her cheeks, bounced softly upon her shoulder, cascaded to her back-- a movement spread into a moment-- his fingers the catalyst.
Her eyes moved to his automatically-- naturally. And he met her gaze with parted lips, recently whet from a nervous tongue.
"I want to draw this." he breathed. He was standing too closely, his words ruffling the loosened tresses resting on her collarbone-- but he didn't move away. He couldn't if he tried.
Her eyes searched his. A moment stretched to a minute, two, an eternity. Her voice was a soft, broken plea. "We can't." She pulled away from him.
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Office Work
He slammed her up against a wall, fumbling frantically with the buckle of his belt. Her skirt was shoved unceremoniously to her hips in a wrinkled, beautiful ruin. She grasped his shoulder for better purchase, the heel of her shoe scraping the wall behind her. Her hands found his hair, twisting a fistful between fingers and pulling-- forcing his mouth to meet hers. Belt buckle hit the floor. His hands dug painfully into her hips, his desperation overriding his caution. Vaguely, in the deep haze of their pleasure, his heady, perfect rhythm, her helpless, muffled moans-- she heard the office door click shut.
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I hit a strange writing spurt I haven't gotten in... months two nights ago. These drabbles aren't connected to each other, but I did have two specific characters in my head as I wrote them. I don't want to ruin whoever you had pictured in both but if you're curious which two people I imagined in these separate AU universes just highlight below (above yoshi09)
Ohno Satoshi and Inoue Mao.
~yoshi09