Constant Fascination
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+S to Z › Samurai 7
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,554
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0
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I have no interest in men.
Pairing: Kirara/female Kyuuzou
Word Count: 250
I have no interest in men.
"Thanks," Kyuuzou says as Kirara hands the mended coat to him. He stands, slipping into it.
That's when Kirara gets a good look at his chest.
Kirara has seen many times the voluptuous curves of women's bodies eaten away by hunger, reducing them to skin and bone. But no matter how reduced particular features might be, she knows a woman's body when she sees one. Kyuuzou's breasts--small enough to be hidden under a coat yet bearing too much of a slope to avoid the telltale cling of a body suit--are not the result of malnutrition, but rather a slender frame and hard exercise.
I have no interest in men, Kirara had confessed to Yukino. And that's why Kyuuzou made her crazy, uncharacteristically angry--he confused her terribly. She couldn't understand the constant fascination, the incessant fantasies running through her head of kissing her way up Kyuuzou's long neck to suck at his earlobe, of his sword-hardy hands pushing off her shirt and rubbing her breasts, of running her fingers through his blond hair while he works her clit with his tongue.
Standing there, taking in all the newfound details of the swordwielder's body, Kirara finds she still wants those things, wants that blond head between her legs, now more than ever.
Kyuuzou fastens her coat, maintaining eye contact with Kirara all the while. "Is it really that much of a surprise?" she asks quietly.
Kirara swallows, and shakes her head. "It would seem I have always known."
Word Count: 250
I have no interest in men.
"Thanks," Kyuuzou says as Kirara hands the mended coat to him. He stands, slipping into it.
That's when Kirara gets a good look at his chest.
Kirara has seen many times the voluptuous curves of women's bodies eaten away by hunger, reducing them to skin and bone. But no matter how reduced particular features might be, she knows a woman's body when she sees one. Kyuuzou's breasts--small enough to be hidden under a coat yet bearing too much of a slope to avoid the telltale cling of a body suit--are not the result of malnutrition, but rather a slender frame and hard exercise.
I have no interest in men, Kirara had confessed to Yukino. And that's why Kyuuzou made her crazy, uncharacteristically angry--he confused her terribly. She couldn't understand the constant fascination, the incessant fantasies running through her head of kissing her way up Kyuuzou's long neck to suck at his earlobe, of his sword-hardy hands pushing off her shirt and rubbing her breasts, of running her fingers through his blond hair while he works her clit with his tongue.
Standing there, taking in all the newfound details of the swordwielder's body, Kirara finds she still wants those things, wants that blond head between her legs, now more than ever.
Kyuuzou fastens her coat, maintaining eye contact with Kirara all the while. "Is it really that much of a surprise?" she asks quietly.
Kirara swallows, and shakes her head. "It would seem I have always known."