Hello everybody. Don't worry. I haven't forgotten you. I've just been working really hard, on school and this fanfic. I've had writer's block since I post the first paragraph of this one and I still have no clue where it's going. I'm just going to let my finger's do the talking. They seem to like it better that way. This is a chapter, which means there might be more, between Hotohori and Miaka. I like it...well...I love it...i wrote it and it gives me tingles...That doesn't happen. So, yeah, I hope you like, TELL ME IF YOU DO!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN FUSHIGI YUUGI IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fuck the Living Shit Outta Me...
She sneaked on the tips of her toes into his bedchamber where he rested with both eyes shut. His long black crow locks had failed to stay in their knot while he slept and his pale flesh was etched with the crisp light of the full moon.
It was a hot night so he went to bed without clothing or blankets and she received a good glimpse of his every inch. But even though her back was drenched with sweat because of the heat she still clothed herself in a robe, white silk in fact. Her hair slipped lightly passed her neck as she snuck in and tickled her snow white skin. She whipped around with her green eyes full of worry when he rolled over in his sleep at the sound of her closing the door, but he didn't wake.
Her feet graced themselves over his rugless floor heading slowly to his bed, until she stubbed her toe on a low table.
"Ow," she whispered to herself hopping on one foot clinging to her now injured toe. He raised himself torso first off his bed. His long silky hair ran over his shoulders and collected itself on his back. The caring gray of his eyes peered through the darkness of night searching for the sound and its creator. And when he found her with his eyes his jaw dropped.
"Miaka?" he questioned.
"Yes, m'lord."
"Am I dreaming?"
"Not exactly." She sat at the edge of the bed looking down. He leaned to be near her and almost wrapped his arms around her, but decided against it. She was Tamahome's, not his.
"What's the matter, Miaka?"
"It's hard to explain..., but something has been wrong lately." She turned her eyes so she could examine his. "I have been thinking about you."
His eyes widened, "Is that wrong?"
"Well, yes. It's not just I'm thinking or worrying about you. I've been fantasizing of you. In the shower, when I wake, go to bed, even while I sleep. When Tamahome kisses me, I wish it was you instead. Sometimes I wish you and I were together alone and you would-" she swallowed hard "-screw the living fuck outta me."
...Silence...
"Hotohori? What should I do?" She leaned in close now on her knees with her ass in the air and her lips barely a centimeter away from his. Her robe fell open in the front enough for Hotohori to get an almost complete view of her everything. He began to sweat beads on his forehead and chest just imagining those soft warm breasts being fondled by his hot hands. Or how that if she moved her left leg right now a few more inches her steamy wet womanhood would rub on his thigh. Just thinking about it made him go rock hard and his head dizzy. He had to have her and now.
Her breath graced itself across his luscious lips. Now was his chance.
He jumped with his entirety wrapping his hands behind her head yanking her mouth to crash on his. Her mouth was open from the shock of it and he took the advantage. His tongue danced with hers in an epic waltz of passion and lust. She moaned into the kiss when his tongue tickled the roof of her mouth. This enticed him to continue on farther as his hands began to travel to the knot around her waist holding her robe to her. Swiftly he undid it and freed her flesh from the silk. He broke the kiss to examine her. How her perfect breasts lay gently against her ribs. How her nipples perked hot and pink, sweet like her. How the hair at her womanhood curled. Everything about her he loved and desired. And she just asked him to fuck the shit out of her. "This is a good day," he said as he locked their lips again.
Well, what do you think? Should I give it a plot? Maybe? Let me know!
Opal's response---NO PLOT! JUST FUCK!!!!!
Dragonfli's answer---GO PLOT!! GIVE SEX A POINT!
Opal's retort---SEX!
Dragonfli's rebuttle---PLOT!
Fuerte's interuption---GUYS! Leave it to the readers!
