Fuu ♥ larxene
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Crack that whip-
Larxene likes Fuu.
She likes her bruised knuckles and broken finger nails that scrap into her own white palms. She likes the little girl's spectrum of light hair, blending into unknown colors to become a silvery white that dazzles the moon and Larxene. -But most of all, she likes her blood shot, pigment bright eyes that flicker in paranoia around her.
"They won't come."
Larxene whispers, Mouth hovering over the three or some year younger girl's throat. She gently pushes her back on a couch shoved into an alley, tucked away between the folds of a building that Roxas should remember, but he really doesn't. Fuu struggles and protests softly, sweating clammy hands grasping Larxene's thin and strong shoulders.
"Seifer-"
"-Is nothing."
Larxene finishes that sentence (-or word rather, Fuu was never one for sentences) for her, smothering her would be goopy lip gloss mouth,-that is, if Fuujin really was a girly girl. The silver haired gang girl can only wince as a little spark is struck against her teeth and Larxene's slender finger tips shimmy up the front of her gritty shirt. Her neatly filed nails scratching lightly at her teenage girl tummy.
-it's not like she doesn't like this. She loves this. It's just the others may not be too pleased.
Finally the smaller girl gives in and lets her grime covered hands slide down the backs of the woman's leather bound thighs, inside her jacket where an unfamiliar fabric prickles her senses. Fuu cracks an excited red eye open and looks past the pale woman's face to her legs. Larxene is wearing nothing put a pair of candy cane stocking that slither far up her thin, elegant thigh.
Fuu's face lights up bright.
The platinum blonde girl, with the tastey-tantlizing kisses and her sugary-sweet little girl dream stockings laughs and un-zippers the front of Fuu's shirt with a sly grin.
"Merry Christmas darling."
Fuu gulps as her ears turn red. She can only furrow her brows and reply-
"-I love early presents."
New crack pairing of mine.
Enjoy. ♥