ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale

006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent

011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze

016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within

021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes

026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost

031.Pride
032. Death
033

Comments

air gear -> ⌈18.⌋ Stay.

[rawri]

“Simca-”

“Shh.”

He stilled, held still, because he had to. The feeling was wrong, entirely wrong - he was a young adult! - but his twin was deft, quicker at lacing strings and tugging in the right places to get it evened out than he was at getting out of any of it. Which was unfair, because some of the things were really-uncomfortable-

”… Simca.”

“Just a little while longer, Kiriku.”

He grit his teeth and stayed still, fingernails biting into his hand, and she was pushing at his shoulders to get him to loosen up (it didn’t work). She’d said it was one of hers, but even the chest fit perfectly on him, and she was - developing into a young adult, too, so that didn’t work out at all

air gear -> ⌈17.⌋ Passion.

[rawri]

warning: nc-17 themes.She liked this feel on him, she really did. Maybe a bit too much silk, but it was like water around her hand, and she slid along with it- under it, gripped, and decided she liked the way he jerked up to his toes more. It was a pity, really, that all of that work getting him into the dress had to go to waste so quickly, but if Sora or Sora or Spitfire stumbled in, she knew he’d never forgive her. The skirts were hitched up, and she nipped his nose to keep him quiet