Let me see..It has to be Zuko, because I am dealing with the anticipation resulting from not getting to see the episode until sometime tomorrow. Prompt..
Can I use a snatch of poetry? These are the first few lines from 'Wild Geese' by Mary Oliver.
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
PS: Sorry. I have got to get better at not posting under RP names.
Aang didn't understand. He didn't understand how it felt to a killing lust rise up inside, to be perfectly rational and bend a man close to breaking, to want someone dead so much that you could barely breath for it.
He didn't understand, and Katara wouldn't explain. She didn't want to see that that confused, hurt look come into his eyes, didn't want to see him looking at her fearfully when she wasn't watching.
So she pretended. She pretended that she'd never almost killed an old man in cold blood, pretended that she sometimes wished that she had.
She pretended and pretended and pretended and then one full moon she was away from Aang, no need to pretend.
She wasn't sure how exactly it happened, but Zuko was there, and then Zuko was there and they were fighting or flirting or something friends shouldn't be doing, and that turned into her fingernails raking bloody furrows down his back, his hands bruising her hips, and when she came, lights bursting behind her eyes, for one moment it was as if shadows blanked even the moon, and then was only shadows and darkness and Zuko still moving inside of her.
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As for character and prompt.. how about Kakashi/Sakura 'but if I say no you'll stop.'
Thank you! And yes, sex is where my mind went with that. Mainly because I really really hate when a couple are totally macking on each other, and the guy is like, 'tell me to stop!' and I'm like, 'she'd do a dumb thing like that WHY?'
Sorry about this... my inner Hakkai/Yaone fangirl hasn't been out for a while and she took this opportunity to break free.
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Gojyo knows that he's in love with her when the one kiss he gets tastes like betrayal.
It's her wedding day, and she doesn't have a wedding. No lucky red dress, no church, no cadre of pretty, pretty bridesmaids that he could seduce.
It's just Yaone, her soon-to-be husband, her best closest friend, and the bastard in love with her.
They're standing in Chang'an's city hall, Hakkai filling out forms in his perfect teacher printing, kanji written as clear as blood on white walls.
Yaone is blushing with happiness, wearing a silken sari in the same shade as her hair.
In the moments before the bored official signs the papers, Dokugakuji squeezes her tight, whispering something in her ear. Gojyo kisses her, just the corner of her mouth, praying she doesn't taste the longing, and then she's out of his arms, reaching out to Hakkai and holding his hand like she's never going to let go, as the justice of the peace pronouces them husband and wife.
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Can I use a snatch of poetry? These are the first few lines from 'Wild Geese' by Mary Oliver.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
PS: Sorry. I have got to get better at not posting under RP names.
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Zuko stuttered to a halt.
"...You don't want to know about the original treaties between the Northern Water Tribe and the Fire Nation?" he asked after a moment.
"That wasn't what I meant," Katara said. "You've been walking on tortoise-egg-shells around me. Knock it off."
Because I'm on a Neil Patrick Harris kick these two weeks:
prompt: [your choice]
or
Characters: Barney & Robin
prompt: kinky chopsticks
Re: Because I'm on a Neil Patrick Harris kick these two weeks:
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He didn't understand, and Katara wouldn't explain. She didn't want to see that that confused, hurt look come into his eyes, didn't want to see him looking at her fearfully when she wasn't watching.
So she pretended. She pretended that she'd never almost killed an old man in cold blood, pretended that she sometimes wished that she had.
She pretended and pretended and pretended and then one full moon she was away from Aang, no need to pretend.
She wasn't sure how exactly it happened, but Zuko was there, and then Zuko was there and they were fighting or flirting or something friends shouldn't be doing, and that turned into her fingernails raking bloody furrows down his back, his hands bruising her hips, and when she came, lights bursting behind her eyes, for one moment it was as if shadows blanked even the moon, and then was only shadows and darkness and Zuko still moving inside of her.
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As for character and prompt.. how about Kakashi/Sakura 'but if I say no you'll stop.'
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Gojyo/Yaone - sometimes love hurts
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Gojyo knows that he's in love with her when the one kiss he gets tastes like betrayal.
It's her wedding day, and she doesn't have a wedding. No lucky red dress, no church, no cadre of pretty, pretty bridesmaids that he could seduce.
It's just Yaone, her soon-to-be husband, her best closest friend, and the bastard in love with her.
They're standing in Chang'an's city hall, Hakkai filling out forms in his perfect teacher printing, kanji written as clear as blood on white walls.
Yaone is blushing with happiness, wearing a silken sari in the same shade as her hair.
In the moments before the bored official signs the papers, Dokugakuji squeezes her tight, whispering something in her ear. Gojyo kisses her, just the corner of her mouth, praying she doesn't taste the longing, and then she's out of his arms, reaching out to Hakkai and holding his hand like she's never going to let go, as the justice of the peace pronouces them husband and wife.