MP0;Title: Perfect Fit
Author: Lacey
Rating: M to be safe
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Pairing: Lozoo
Summary: Loz contemplates his relationship with Yazoo and how they fit perfectly, like Yazoo's Shampoo and Conditioner bottles.
Warnings: AU, Loz POV, implied smut
AN: Alright, just something strange and short that my shampoo and conditioner bottles made me think of. I can't get enough Lozoo, now. D: Oh noes, I think I'm an addict! I need to check into Fangirl's Anonymous.
He fits perfectly against my body. He's lithe and small but his legs are so long and gorgeous. His hair is long with plenty to tug on if I need to, and his skin is so crisp, yet soft. His body is the perfect sheath for me; he can handle everything I throw at him, and he is still strong on his own. He's graceful, beautiful, and completely and utterly soft and luscious. He's a lot like the conditioner he uses that keeps his hair so soft.
That must make me his shampoo. For a second, I find myself cringing at the thought; I'm a pink and green bottle of pink shampoo. Herbal Essences, Dangerously Straight. At least it smells nice. But...what can akin me to shampoo?
I'm rough and get rid of the unwanted filth around him, maybe? Maybe it's just that our bottles seem made for each other. Maybe you can't have one without the other. Well, I guess shampoo can sit alone, but Yazoo doesn't think that way.
Okay, he really doesn't care. I think that way. I like that long hair nice and soft, and I don't want it to be just...clean. It needs special care to be gorgeous and flowy like I like it. He keeps himself beautiful for me, I think. Well, I keep him beautiful and he just keeps that angelic face. Really, though, he's gorgeous no matter how he looks; even with knots in his hair and sleepy eyes first thing in the morning.
I love that he lets me brush it. I take care of him, because he doesn't really care unless he's needed to. It makes him that much more pretty, knowing that he isn't even trying.
So, together, we're shampoo and conditioner...I guess. I don't know...I kind of lost my train of thought. See, we're out on a mission for 'Daj, waiting for some kind of cue to do...something...and we're waiting on top of a canyon on our bikes. I managed to glance over as Yazoo flipped his hair and bent over his bike a little, boredly entertaining himself with leaning close and pretending his hair was winding over his shoulder in a twisted mess. It would be just gorgeous if it was, it always was. But...it's not and I just got an eyeful of a very pert rear just begging to get out of the tight leather he hid himself away under.
I force my eyes away and sigh, letting a long, calming breath overcome me and try to push the thought from my head. That behind is perfect, though.
AN: Haha, that kind of deviated from what I was doing. ;; I tend to do that sometimes. Now, on to write the dirty, naughty, extra-descriptive lemon that has been trying to get out of my head after reading some very good ones. It'll (hopefully) be a long, beautiful one-shot.