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Title: In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, Baby
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redbrunja
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rating: PG-13
Author’s Note: Exactly 150 words. Written forxlovelylightx.
Summary: “Jet ran a hand up and down her bare thigh, the hot tangle of victory in his gut even more pleasant than the post-coital lassitude thrumming through his bones.” Jet and Mai under Lake Laogai.
Jet ran a hand up and down her bare thigh, the hot tangle of victory in his gut more pleasant than the post-coital lassitude thrumming through his bones.
She’d been so, so easy to seduce.
He gave it another week –two, tops, before she would be pushing the keys to this cell into his hands and begging him to save himself, no, don’t think about her, he was all that mattered. And he’d look reluctant and heroic and the next time they saw each other would be right before he slashed her pale, Fire Nation throat wide open.
Jet smiled,and was sure to make his expression loving and benevolent as he gazed down at her, sprawled naked on his prison cot, long black hair sticking to the damp skin of her breasts, tendrils clinging to her sharp cheekbones.
She let out a long breath.
“Well,” Mai said. “That was underwhelming.”
Author:
redbrunjaFandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rating: PG-13
Author’s Note: Exactly 150 words. Written for
xlovelylightx.Summary: “Jet ran a hand up and down her bare thigh, the hot tangle of victory in his gut even more pleasant than the post-coital lassitude thrumming through his bones.” Jet and Mai under Lake Laogai.
Jet ran a hand up and down her bare thigh, the hot tangle of victory in his gut more pleasant than the post-coital lassitude thrumming through his bones.
She’d been so, so easy to seduce.
He gave it another week –two, tops, before she would be pushing the keys to this cell into his hands and begging him to save himself, no, don’t think about her, he was all that mattered. And he’d look reluctant and heroic and the next time they saw each other would be right before he slashed her pale, Fire Nation throat wide open.
Jet smiled,and was sure to make his expression loving and benevolent as he gazed down at her, sprawled naked on his prison cot, long black hair sticking to the damp skin of her breasts, tendrils clinging to her sharp cheekbones.
She let out a long breath.
“Well,” Mai said. “That was underwhelming.”
