Kari: Okay quickie here, written in like 20 minutes in Law class
Pairing: Kinda secret
Rating: Pg-13
Spoilers: none
Notes: Just a little exert from a journal about a certain someone
He is so irresistible, long slender limbs, graceful movement and the most amazingly fuckable lips you will ever see. Whether he knows he is so sexy I cannot say, but if he does? Well then, he does a damned good job of it, it being making the rest of us drool. The way he moves, so sensual almost like he is fighting or dancing; I've seen him fight it's the most tempting thing you will ever get to witness; he looks particularly sexy right when he is about to plunge his Katana into the heart of some evil-doer. The way he speaks; his voice is low but forceful- clipped- makes you want to make him scream. Lift his slender pale legs over your shoulders and thrust in hard, to watch his face as he tries not to moan, to watch as he finally gives in and screams; voice deep and strangled with passion.
The other team members can all feel it too, an irresistible attraction, a force that lays thick in the air just begging to be acted upon, I know they feel it. Yoji's lustful looks, Ken's shy glances, Schuldig's open flirting, Nagi's stares, they are not easy to miss. I know all of them at least once woke up in the middle of the night gasping out Aya's monosyllabic name; Sheets covered in their sweat his ghost lips still caressing their sleep hazed minds. Am I jealous? Hell no, I like to watch them watching him, idly dreaming of the day they can claim his beauty for their own- as if. I can sympathize with him though; I had Schuldig chasing after me for as long as I can remember us working together. I took him to bed a couple of times, nothing serious, it's refreshing to see him chasing some one else's ass.
Do I lust after him? Hell yes, more often then not I find my eyes drawn to his supple frame, and most often his perfect taught back side. I find myself more and more noticing the sparks of life that flash through his jewelled eyes before they are chilled, condensed to make that rare amethyst colour. On break I find my thoughts filled with dirty little thoughts, thoughts of my fingers sliding through crimson strands, feeling their silky texture under my fingers. Watching those full pink lips sink lower almost able, even in my thoughts, to feel that wet heat- it's a favourite of mine. I feel that pull he has, and like a moth I fly to him, pulled in by his eyes, by his body, everything he is. The only difference between me and the others?
He. Is. Mine
Brad Crawford has excusive right to one Fujimiya Ran, and he is not letting go.