Title: Sex on Legs
Rating: R, for language and nasty thoughts
E-mail: chiefraz@aol.com
Spoilers: None
Summery: A short POV from our favorite redhead regarding our favorite
blond
Also, many thanks to P.L. Nunn, for the one line from the novela
'Vindication' that inspired this story and describes our boy like no one
else.
'Sex on legs with the blessing of Buddha.' That's what he is, and damn if he's not the hottest creature, man, woman or demon to ever walk the face of the planet. And who might this description fit? Why our own resident sour puss ...Genjo Sanzo, 31st in that long line of pious man who took the name Sanzo and made it holy. So why in the name of Christ..Buddha..Vishnu...aw crap, let's just see who else can I can name to have EVERY body pissed off at politically incorrect little me. So why would a guy who should be chanting scripture, helping the poor or being totally good, kind and chaste, have to be of such a rotten tempered, morally corrupt and TOTALLY HOT MAN BITCH! Gods, I hate being redundant.
But he is and I am, redundant that is. Sanzo is just soooooooooooooooooo fuckable. Is that a word? Probably not. Never to be found in your 'Funk and Wagnell'. But if it were, 'fuck.a.ble; Anglo- Saxon-Chinese. A three syllable word meaning GENJO SANZO!' With skin so pale and soft, eyes that gleam like amethysts and sunflower hair, damn he gets me hard just thinking about him; the bastard.
And usually mind you, I prefer woman. I like everything about them, the way they smell and feel and squeal when you hit the right spot when playing horizontal tiddly winks. But man, excuse the pun, I would swear off woman for a life time, just to get that miserable priest squirming, sweating and begging (especially the begging) in my bed every night for the rest of this stupid journey. Ohhhhhhhh yeah, to see 'Mr. Tight-ass' Sanzo with his dimpled knees parted and toes pointing toward Heaven, begging (did I already mention especially the begging part?) to get his rice paddy plowed. Oh yeah, 'Rice Paddy Daddy' sez: Willy Peter will make you a believer. Whew, is it getting warmish in here or what?
I get to cop a feel every now and again. Hence how I know about softness of his skin. When you're the only human of the group, going up against every demon between Chang-An and India, chances are pretty good you're gonna get pasted somewhere along the way. And true to form, Sanzo has managed to have someone, or thing, do just that a few times. So when he's out cold, and it's my turn to watch his 'high and snootiness' I run a hand over those long arms, across that nicely muscled chest, a belly that needs caressing, a lot. , And then, oh yeah, baby wants what Sanzo pack'en!
I do suppose one day he's going to wake up, catch me and that's the day Mrs. Sha's red haired stepchild is really gonna to take a beating. No, he'll kill me. Flat out blow my head off with that nasty little revolver of his. Sanzo will shoot me dead for touching his divine personage. Either that or the talking heads with zap me with a bolt of lighting for feeling up the select of Buddha himself. But, damn what a way to go.
So, now that I've gotten myself (and obviously you too, you shameless sluts) all hot and bothered, I'm off to the baths to dump a few pots of cold water over my head to get the blood flowing every wheres else but south. Then a nice hot bath to get myself good and tired so sleep will come a whole lot quicker.
And maybe, just maybe, a certain blonde will be of a mind to make his absolutions about the same time..oh crap why don't I just drown in a bucket of ice water?
'Sex on legs with the blessing of Buddha.' That's what he is, and damn if he's not the hottest creature, man, woman or demon to ever walk the face of the planet. And who might this description fit? Why our own resident sour puss ...Genjo Sanzo, 31st in that long line of pious man who took the name Sanzo and made it holy. So why in the name of Christ..Buddha..Vishnu...aw crap, let's just see who else can I can name to have EVERY body pissed off at politically incorrect little me. So why would a guy who should be chanting scripture, helping the poor or being totally good, kind and chaste, have to be of such a rotten tempered, morally corrupt and TOTALLY HOT MAN BITCH! Gods, I hate being redundant.
But he is and I am, redundant that is. Sanzo is just soooooooooooooooooo fuckable. Is that a word? Probably not. Never to be found in your 'Funk and Wagnell'. But if it were, 'fuck.a.ble; Anglo- Saxon-Chinese. A three syllable word meaning GENJO SANZO!' With skin so pale and soft, eyes that gleam like amethysts and sunflower hair, damn he gets me hard just thinking about him; the bastard.
And usually mind you, I prefer woman. I like everything about them, the way they smell and feel and squeal when you hit the right spot when playing horizontal tiddly winks. But man, excuse the pun, I would swear off woman for a life time, just to get that miserable priest squirming, sweating and begging (especially the begging) in my bed every night for the rest of this stupid journey. Ohhhhhhhh yeah, to see 'Mr. Tight-ass' Sanzo with his dimpled knees parted and toes pointing toward Heaven, begging (did I already mention especially the begging part?) to get his rice paddy plowed. Oh yeah, 'Rice Paddy Daddy' sez: Willy Peter will make you a believer. Whew, is it getting warmish in here or what?
I get to cop a feel every now and again. Hence how I know about softness of his skin. When you're the only human of the group, going up against every demon between Chang-An and India, chances are pretty good you're gonna get pasted somewhere along the way. And true to form, Sanzo has managed to have someone, or thing, do just that a few times. So when he's out cold, and it's my turn to watch his 'high and snootiness' I run a hand over those long arms, across that nicely muscled chest, a belly that needs caressing, a lot. , And then, oh yeah, baby wants what Sanzo pack'en!
I do suppose one day he's going to wake up, catch me and that's the day Mrs. Sha's red haired stepchild is really gonna to take a beating. No, he'll kill me. Flat out blow my head off with that nasty little revolver of his. Sanzo will shoot me dead for touching his divine personage. Either that or the talking heads with zap me with a bolt of lighting for feeling up the select of Buddha himself. But, damn what a way to go.
So, now that I've gotten myself (and obviously you too, you shameless sluts) all hot and bothered, I'm off to the baths to dump a few pots of cold water over my head to get the blood flowing every wheres else but south. Then a nice hot bath to get myself good and tired so sleep will come a whole lot quicker.
And maybe, just maybe, a certain blonde will be of a mind to make his absolutions about the same time..oh crap why don't I just drown in a bucket of ice water?
