Further From Myselfnumber1idolSeptember 14 2005, 03:08:28 UTC
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Nobody ever seems to notice that she is visibly taller than Lacus, and after about two months of study, Meer figures out why.
The poise.
Meer curls in on herself in the chair while she rewinds the videotape; mentally kicks herself for that. The poise. Lacus-sama doesn't hunch, doesn't pull in on herself, doesn't unconsciously shield herself from the outside world. Lacus-sama stands with the inner height that comes with confidence. She is every centimeter herself. Lacus-sama presses up and out against her world.
The world presses against Meer Campbell.
They can't see the difference between Meer and Lacus-sama, and that in and of itself is a difference between them.
Meer and Lacus-sama are not alike.
She hits "play," and corrects her posture as she does so.
II.Lacus curls in on herself when Meer's fingers slip between her thighs. Meer is fascinated by the strength in those fingers as they fist in the sheets, the rise and fall of that chest, and her breath catches in her throat as she watches Lacus's
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SO MANY KINDS OF WRONG, SO LITTLE TIME. THIS IS ALSO TOO LONG. SRY K THX.
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Chisame wasn't exactly a woman of the world. She was a woman of the Internet world, and as such, her views on sex were a little skewed--but she still considered herself a little better-informed than most girls her age, probably in all the wrong ways.
They all said the first time wasn't the greatest. The chat rooms, the message boards, Prince; it was common knowledge. This little factoid didn't exactly enter into her fantasies, and she ignored it when she could, but it was filed away in the back of her mind should the subject ever come up.
And that night she'd been sure Mello had consumed too much alcohol for anything to be coming up--the two had the cabin to themselves for the night, and had gotten their hands on a bottle of wine to celebrate another evening of not being dead--but in this knowledge the Internet had finally failed her. There they were, and it would have taken far more willpower than she had to turn down something she
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I ADORE YOU SO MUCH. :D :D THANK YOU. (There should be more Mello/Chisame out there, really. Because it'd all be horribly wrong -- and you do it MARVELOUSLY. Poor Chisame. XD Poor, poor Chisame. XD)
Mirror Mirrornumber1idolSeptember 14 2005, 05:38:36 UTC
God, and it's so hot, too. I demand AU sex RIGHT NOW. NOW. NO NOW.
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He needed to find a new way to shut Yuusuke up, because he was beginning to suspect that the mild physical abuse was only an encouragment. Nobody could get injured that often or that badly unless some part of them wanted it--and if Yuusuke couldn't even keep his mouth shut in battle, what was a good smack upside the head compared to that?
No, violence was not the answer.
. . . The problem was, he couldn't pretend he didn't get something of a rush out of it himself. That moment of startled shock, the not-quite-pain--never quite pain, pain would have ruined it--before Yuusuke settled back into that confident smirk, that smirk that Gwendal wanted to swallow, was left hard and wanting when he dreamed of robbing it from Yuusuke's lips
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Um, I kinda watched GSD just now and the idea came to my head.
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I.
Nobody ever seems to notice that she is visibly taller than Lacus, and after about two months of study, Meer figures out why.
The poise.
Meer curls in on herself in the chair while she rewinds the videotape; mentally kicks herself for that. The poise. Lacus-sama doesn't hunch, doesn't pull in on herself, doesn't unconsciously shield herself from the outside world. Lacus-sama stands with the inner height that comes with confidence. She is every centimeter herself. Lacus-sama presses up and out against her world.
The world presses against Meer Campbell.
They can't see the difference between Meer and Lacus-sama, and that in and of itself is a difference between them.
Meer and Lacus-sama are not alike.
She hits "play," and corrects her posture as she does so.
II.Lacus curls in on herself when Meer's fingers slip between her thighs. Meer is fascinated by the strength in those fingers as they fist in the sheets, the rise and fall of that chest, and her breath catches in her throat as she watches Lacus's ( ... )
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L-O-V-E love.
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Loooove for Meer. I'm so glad you liked it! AND I WILL WRITE YOURS SOMEDAY. TONIGHT.
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Kudou/Tot. Because the visions, dammit, the visions.
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Mello/Chisame first time sex. 8D
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Chisame wasn't exactly a woman of the world. She was a woman of the Internet world, and as such, her views on sex were a little skewed--but she still considered herself a little better-informed than most girls her age, probably in all the wrong ways.
They all said the first time wasn't the greatest. The chat rooms, the message boards, Prince; it was common knowledge. This little factoid didn't exactly enter into her fantasies, and she ignored it when she could, but it was filed away in the back of her mind should the subject ever come up.
And that night she'd been sure Mello had consumed too much alcohol for anything to be coming up--the two had the cabin to themselves for the night, and had gotten their hands on a bottle of wine to celebrate another evening of not being dead--but in this knowledge the Internet had finally failed her. There they were, and it would have taken far more willpower than she had to turn down something she ( ... )
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He needed to find a new way to shut Yuusuke up, because he was beginning to suspect that the mild physical abuse was only an encouragment. Nobody could get injured that often or that badly unless some part of them wanted it--and if Yuusuke couldn't even keep his mouth shut in battle, what was a good smack upside the head compared to that?
No, violence was not the answer.
. . . The problem was, he couldn't pretend he didn't get something of a rush out of it himself. That moment of startled shock, the not-quite-pain--never quite pain, pain would have ruined it--before Yuusuke settled back into that confident smirk, that smirk that Gwendal wanted to swallow, was left hard and wanting when he dreamed of robbing it from Yuusuke's lips ( ... )
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