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Peeping Tom
By : ThePhizz
Category: +S to Z > Slayers
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Title: Peeping Tom (I guess...I DIDN'T THINK THIS FAR AHEAD)

Pairing: Lina/Gourry

Rating: Your old fashioned het, full of denial and voyerism. NC-17

At first I was going to have Gourry walking in on Lina when she’s alone in her room, discovers what she’s doing, and so repeatedly continues to walk in on her. But then how would she catch him in a ‘private moment,’ would Gourry be touching himself while opening the door and trying to catch Lina?
Or would she try walking in on him for revenge? Or did private moment simply mean a private moment, such as Gourry doing his hair and fantisizing about finding another jellyfish costume? Or did he keep the old one?
It had opportunity for humor (Lina walking in on Zel and Amelia, then to her horror, Xellos and Filia with some BDSM in the backround, maybe Wizer and her sister, disucssing how best to capture her, all this ala Simpsons parody of The Shining) but I know it would go on for pages and pages and I wouldn’t finish it in time. So I went with something simpler.

I'm careful not to fall

I have to climb your wall

'Cause you're the one

Who makes me feel much taller than you are

I'm just a peeping tom
Peeping Tom, Placebo

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Lina was going to murder whoever had built this place. Right after she burned it to the ground, and covered the ashes with salt.
She’d stayed in places that could be considered worse, yes, ones with more rats, fleas, and Naga. But this place still won the award for the worst inn the sorceress had stayed in. Forget the dirty sheets, the creepy innkeeper that she had a feeling crept into the rooms to watch his patrons sleep, the bad food, the splinters that dug into her feet…it was the baths that made the blood rush through her veins with—
Well, it was rage, wasn’t it?
That was what she was feeling, right?
Lina yanked out another splinter for reassurance.
…Sure, sure that’s what it was. Rage, anger, healthy indignation. She was a maiden; the great Lina Inverse magic user extraordinaire was no pervert. She’d destroyed Mazoku overloads, helped saved the world more times than she could count, And, of course, this meant that she shouldn't (should?) have such a good sight through the rotten wood into the men’s side of the hot pool.
How could they expect any innocent young woman to bathe in such a place? Sure, the place was mostly empty, the tourists having gone to the fancier places further into the city, but it was far from deserted, with only her and--
It was like the gods knew what she’d been thinking. Perhaps this was a (reward?) punishment for helping save the world all those times.
Gourry, wearing nothing but a white towel and his usual vacant smile, humming, entered the hot springs. Little miniature Lina's from that misshap at the Sorcerer's Guild lab ran through her head, yelling and panicking and cheering and weeping. "Maybe he'll drop the towel, maybe he'll drop the towel!"
If the the gods could truly could read her mind--Lina almost slapped herself, to stop the hurried, frenzied thoughts. Not because she really thought the gods could read them, but well, who knew? It might be best to err on this side of caution in for right now.
Gourry dropped the towel.
He’d been carrying a small basket, Lina realized, once her brain started working again. And there came out the soap, brushes and then the shampoo and conditioner and the fact that she couldn’t tell which one excited her more was worrying, even in the state of blank whiteness. Her eye was twitching, she realized belatedly, and yet she couldn’t make it stop. She couldn’t make any of this stop.
Surely, surely he knew she was there. His senses were top of the line, almost inhuman and better than any other person Lina had ever met. Sure he was the stupidest person she’d met, perhaps, but his instincts were amazing. The swordsman must at least hear her rasping breathe that reminder her distantly of the innkeeper’s, or her heartbeat that indicated that soon it would explode.
And this is how her body would be found: spying on Gourry bathing, heart blown out of her body, eyes bulging, tongue sticking out.
No one, especially her best female friend would never let Lina live this down, even at her funeral. “Why didn’t you just tell him how you felt, why were you reduced to this? Oh, how could true love be so cruel?” Then she would crush her clasped hands to her irritatingly full chest and weep. Zelgadiss would simply shake his head and roll his eyes, mourning deeply but doing so deeply hidden inside himself, and Lina could hear her mother and Sylphiel crying with soft dignity into lace handkerchiefs. Her father would smoke outside, unable to face the sight of his dead daughter, while her sister bitched about the price of this funeral to Filia. Already she could imagine Xellos laughing. Gourry, of course, would have no idea how she’d died. But he would look dashing in his black suit and the funeral director would flirt with him.
Over the mental images of her friends clad in black and her perfect in a white dress that emphasized her perfect figure, something screamed in a high pitched voice. But, did he know, did he know she was there, did he? DID HE
If, if Gourry knew she was there—things came to a halt in her head.
When Lina came to, she found herself crouching behind the fence on her hands and knees. That she had no memory of this hardly alarmed her, and the ache in her joints was the only sign that told her how long she’d been in this state. The fence was riddled with holes and provided little coverage for either of them.
He was still humming. There was lather everywhere, but, it didn’t cover anything up more than a person could claim that wearing whipped cream could be a modest outfit...and now her mind was deeping into a fantasy of licking white cream off his stomach. Gourry’s hands were buried in his dampened hair, messaging the scalp. Humming and humming.
That annoying voice spoke up again: did you blackout over Gourry’s nudity?
Shut up.
Are you panting?
Really shut up now.
What if he knows you’re there? What if he knows you’re there? What then? WHAT THEN
But Lina couldn’t even come up with anything to say back to the voice in her head.
He was pretty much facing her now, on his knees in front of the pool, using his cupped hands to bring water to dampen his hair. Just as she’d thought, he was as super anal about his hair. When she'd washed his back, (just being a good friend, really, it was hard to wash your own back and there hadn't been anyone to judge them, not that they were doing anything wrong) he hadn't seemed that overly concerned over his mane.
Shampoo, conditioner, rinse repeat, repeat repeat…Hm, the gods really were listening to her now.
Xellos, choking on a slug. Naga, losing her cleavage in a freakish accident. Zelgadiss, finally, pulling that stick from his ass. Amelia, vowing never to give another speech and to give her best friend a pot of gold. Luna perhaps becoming nice, if the gods could even accomplish that.
Or, maybe, just watching Gourry right now and him never knowing that she knew exactly what he looked like naked? And wet, naked and wet and soaped up. Yeah, she could settle for that now.
He was still humming, and if she ever heard that song anywhere else, Lina knew she’d have to sit down slowly and take a sip of something cold. Like one of the old woman who would come to their parents store in the summer, only instead of the weather to blame on her suddenly weak knees, she could yell at the band.
Watching him dunk his head into the water made Lina had to rest her own head on the wooden fence and wish that she was wearing her headband in case she got splinters in her forehead. How would she explain those? But no, like Gourry had been forever ago, she’d come out here wearing only a towel. A towel that now felt much too tight around her chest. Chafing things that might be a little petite, but were perky and…nice goddamnit.
Her eye was twitching again. Even when he wasn’t actually saying anything about her chest, Gourry could still make her feel self-conscious about her bra size. It wasn’t like it was her fault or anything, and maybe they weren’t as big as her friends, but yes, they were perfectly fine.
Comfortingly, she stroked alongside one. It wasn't like she was actually flat-chested. They were there; they took up space, just...not a lot of it. She ran a hand across one, feeling the stiffened nipple through the thin fabric of the towel.
Gourry, he didn’t know what he was missing. They were very pleasant. Lina let the towel slip off to puddle around her legs. Damn fine boobs really. And they wouldn’t get all saggy like Naga’s would.
Her skin was nice too. A nice stomach that was flat, at this moment since dinner wouldn’t be for another few hours. Kickass legs, now that Lina thought about it. Muscled but petite and a decent length. And she had a nice tan, not all pasty and freckled like so many other red-heads. What wouldn’t Gourry like about this? Her butt was firm too. He sure never voiced many complaints about her ass. Except for an occasional comment about it's flatness.
And here…well, she doubted he had many bad things to say about this spot. She hissed, trying for softness and instead it coming out threatening, like so many other things. Lina prayed Gourry didn’t think there was a snake over here. Coming, slithering over to him to bite so much of his pale pink and white skin that she was sure was warm from the spring and from his own body heat. He was so lucky that she found him attractive. She wanted nothing more than to climb this shitty fence and sink her teeth in to one of his hips. And then his legs, and then his chest and then his throat. Just enough to make him squirm as she marked him.
God I hope Gourry can’t see me.
Me too.
The splash that then occurred might as well have actually sent water rushing to her face. It took a few seconds for her to realize what had happened. Idiot. Falling partially into the bath and ruining her moment. She tried to refocus; there were these delightful little hairs along his body that had turned to white gold in the sun and suds were dripping out his now darkened blond hair.
Out came the soap, and Lina’s fangs nearly punctured her lip. She was growling again, especially when Gourry’s attention and hands strayed down his chest to his stomach and then lower. Touching, lightly, stroking, playing. His head was thrown back while Lina could feel her sweaty hair tumbling into her face as she pressed her head further into the fence. The low moan that escaped his heavy muscled chest made Lina shiver.

And his eyes, those blue eyes she could never read and he could never know how frustrating she found that…his face…
Gourry’s face could hardly be described as evil. Peaceful, friendly, open, stupid, handsome, gorgeous, yes, but evil? No. And yet, when he smirked in a fashion that even now Lina could recognize as similar to her own, he looked quite deviant. Especially with his hair pushed back into a wet clump of shampoo, emphasizing the lines of his face that were normally softened when they were surrounded by his blond locks. His jaw in particular could be strikingly sharp, even more so somehow when his eyes were darkened with something she couldn’t identify.
Bastard. That bastard. When she was done with him, the mother he hardly spoke of wouldn’t recognize him. She would bury him in the remains of this inn, bury him with his arms around the creepy innkeeper. Instead of her funeral, it would be Gourry’s, and it would be a celebration.
Look at him, smirking near her right now, knowing she was there and that she knew that he knew, and responding only by moving his hand and jerking his hips faster. Even in this, he was somehow still graceful as a dancer.
Let’s go kick his ass right now.
She licked her lips and realized nonsensically that she was thirsty.
Gourry remained touching himself, watching her, and she realized she was still technically touching herself. She had several splinters in her feet, and soon it would be dinner. But she couldn’t get up. A blush like a sun burn began speaking from her neck to her checks, taking control over her entire face, except for the few freckles she’d managed to collect. She wanted more than anything to turn around and either walk back to her room to fashion a noose, or to fall backward to drown herself in the hot spring.
But there she was, watching Gourry’s lips form the perfect pout and they were both still, still, touching themselves in the most intimate areas. His eyes were nearly the color of the springs around them.
Unspoken moments passed between them, like the times when they fought someone else, or each other over dinner. Or when they were alone by the fire, and one of them would leaned gently into the other and neither would say a word. Amelia would sigh over this and claim that this meant it was true love and then grimace and clutch her newly bruised body part while Lina would blush like she was right now. She had no idea what it was, really, or why it was so easy for her and Gourry to understand each other at times like this.
And now it had turned into one of those moments. That nothing time where they both knew that they could never speak of later and could do or say just about anything because right now, none of this was really, really real.
His eyebrows were raised. are you going to run or hurt me
maybe, but later
She ignored the irritating voice that could no longer form words, but only scream endlessly in her mind. The sorceress was able to swallow her fear, and found her hand stroking herself with renewed confidence. Control was a wonderful thing. Gourry’s increasingly familiar low moan helped, especially when she touched her breasts with her free hand. Lina even found herself smirking as Gourry’s eyes became cloudy and unfocused. Another low groan, this one tinged with something that could have been desperation.
Damn right. Damn right.
Heat pooled in her stomach, and soon her lip would start to bleed from the pressure her teeth were applying to it. Now more than ever she wished Gourry and her were on the same side of the fence. He looked so incredible, even from this distance, and she was surprised that the thought of them touching each other, really touching each other, didn’t send her into burrowing into a hole of embarrassment or make her break something. After this, Lina could admit that they’d completely crossed the line, had left the line in the dust from the speed of their libido.

This was probably not what Amelia had meant when she told her to finally admit her feelings for Gourry. But, whatever worked.
She had no idea what would happen after this, except for the vague idea that it would involve skipping dinner. And possibly breakfast. There was definitely a note of need in Gourry’s noises now. Her name leaving his lips. Definitely fuck breakfast.

There was soap drying on his skin, and she could smell it along with the odor of sex. Her own bath was long forgotten and she could feel sweat trickling down her back. His name was ragged on her breathe, that warmth and pleasure she associate with Gourry and had for some time was nearly overwhelming, and she could taste blood (blond) in her mouth.
Now, removing her hand, she could even bring herself to love this inn, splinters and unclean sheets and all.
“Gourry,” instead of sultry calmness her voice was full of jagged edged emotions, the least of which was anger. “Want me to come over there and wash your back?”
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Peeping Tom	By : ThePhizz Category: +S to Z > Slayers Views: 2511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Slayers, and am making no profit from this.

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