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TITLE: A PERFECT FIT
PAIRING: Chair/Desk
RATING: PG-13/R
WTF????
For hime1999
The desk had had many partners before. A clunky thick framed chair that barely fit her narrow open regions. That had been the first. She had hated the chair at first site- for largely petty reasons. She could hardly fault the chair's girth when she herself was built heavy and solid. Deep down, she still knew that she deserved better than that first chair. The relationship had been somewhat abusive.
Their joining was more often than not accompanied by pain. Even now small dents creased her, where the chairs legs had slammed more than once against her lacquer finish. The arms on the chair were in particular brutal, the way they would scrape and jam into the sensitive underside of her middle drawer. She wondered at times if the chair would actually break her.
And when the chair had disappeared, after only a month, she had been relieved. She hoped her new life partner would be sleek and modern and fit her well.
When she saw the new Chair, she nearly cried. Not again, she thought miserably. Why was fate so cruel to her.
The new chair was, quite frankly, not a looker. Maybe it was not precisely fair of the desk to discriminate so, after all she wasn't much to look on herself. It was old and not in a distinguished way, but rather in the way that appeared frail and unreliable. It was upholstered a hideous orange. It's seat cushion sagged and was stained by years and coffee.
When it slid into the cave designed by nature and man to accommodate the chair's seat, it rattled about. The resulting bouncing was more annoying than pleasurable, but the desk put up with it. After all, she'd been raised right, and it wasn't her place to question who she was partnered with.
Eventually, over the months, she grew used to the way it slid about, and it's taps against her sides no longer bothered her, so much as they felt comforting. She began to notice good things about the chair, like the way it's soft back cushion would tenderly brush up against the knob of her middle drawer.
That chair had stayed with her a full year, but eventually it eventually died of old age. The chair had slid into her one last time, and the Desk remembered that there had been something rather tender about the union. But as soon as the seat back met the pull of her middle drawer, there was a sickening snap, and it fell off.
As horrible as it was, the Desk found some comfort in knowing that the Chair had died in her comforting embrace, doing what it loved the best.
She was chairless for several days before her third and final partner came into her life. When she saw the human roll it into the office she'd at first not believed her senses. This chair was beautiful. Black leather upholstery, smooth chrome finish. It rocked and swiveled with grace and élan.
Although she should have been happy, she felt a deep distrust. It looked fair on the outside, but how would this show boat treat her. Would it be rough like the first chair and abuse her with it's anger, or would it be cold and disdainful, the way she now recognized she'd been at first to her second Chair. Would it see her as benieth it. She was getting on in years and no longer had a fashionable line.
The moment of truth arrived. The human, casually, sat in the chair and pushed in, consummating the union between chair and desk. The rollers barely whispered, and there was nothing but a soft gliding sensation as the chair fit neatly in her slot.
She sensed that it appreciated her dimensions as well as she enjoyed his. She felt filled and fulfilled, mated, complete.
"I think this is the beginning of something good," she said.
"I think you are right," the Chair murmured back.
TITLE: A PERFECT FIT
PAIRING: Chair/Desk
RATING: PG-13/R
WTF????
For hime1999
The desk had had many partners before. A clunky thick framed chair that barely fit her narrow open regions. That had been the first. She had hated the chair at first site- for largely petty reasons. She could hardly fault the chair's girth when she herself was built heavy and solid. Deep down, she still knew that she deserved better than that first chair. The relationship had been somewhat abusive.
Their joining was more often than not accompanied by pain. Even now small dents creased her, where the chairs legs had slammed more than once against her lacquer finish. The arms on the chair were in particular brutal, the way they would scrape and jam into the sensitive underside of her middle drawer. She wondered at times if the chair would actually break her.
And when the chair had disappeared, after only a month, she had been relieved. She hoped her new life partner would be sleek and modern and fit her well.
When she saw the new Chair, she nearly cried. Not again, she thought miserably. Why was fate so cruel to her.
The new chair was, quite frankly, not a looker. Maybe it was not precisely fair of the desk to discriminate so, after all she wasn't much to look on herself. It was old and not in a distinguished way, but rather in the way that appeared frail and unreliable. It was upholstered a hideous orange. It's seat cushion sagged and was stained by years and coffee.
When it slid into the cave designed by nature and man to accommodate the chair's seat, it rattled about. The resulting bouncing was more annoying than pleasurable, but the desk put up with it. After all, she'd been raised right, and it wasn't her place to question who she was partnered with.
Eventually, over the months, she grew used to the way it slid about, and it's taps against her sides no longer bothered her, so much as they felt comforting. She began to notice good things about the chair, like the way it's soft back cushion would tenderly brush up against the knob of her middle drawer.
That chair had stayed with her a full year, but eventually it eventually died of old age. The chair had slid into her one last time, and the Desk remembered that there had been something rather tender about the union. But as soon as the seat back met the pull of her middle drawer, there was a sickening snap, and it fell off.
As horrible as it was, the Desk found some comfort in knowing that the Chair had died in her comforting embrace, doing what it loved the best.
She was chairless for several days before her third and final partner came into her life. When she saw the human roll it into the office she'd at first not believed her senses. This chair was beautiful. Black leather upholstery, smooth chrome finish. It rocked and swiveled with grace and élan.
Although she should have been happy, she felt a deep distrust. It looked fair on the outside, but how would this show boat treat her. Would it be rough like the first chair and abuse her with it's anger, or would it be cold and disdainful, the way she now recognized she'd been at first to her second Chair. Would it see her as benieth it. She was getting on in years and no longer had a fashionable line.
The moment of truth arrived. The human, casually, sat in the chair and pushed in, consummating the union between chair and desk. The rollers barely whispered, and there was nothing but a soft gliding sensation as the chair fit neatly in her slot.
She sensed that it appreciated her dimensions as well as she enjoyed his. She felt filled and fulfilled, mated, complete.
"I think this is the beginning of something good," she said.
"I think you are right," the Chair murmured back.