Disclaimer: Nope: Nope, TRC and all related awesomeness is the soulful property of CLAMP. It's possible they own mine and many other fangirl's souls as well but that's another story.

Author's Note: Originally Ninety-Nine Dirty Drabbles, I cut it down to just nine because I didn't want to commit myself to another huge project seeing as I have like a thousand of those going on right now. This is like a side to Feather Finder's Alphabet because all my prompt words… well, alright, I'll admit it: I have a dirty mind and like to practice corrupting others with my words. Rated simply for language and innuendo.


~ One ~

Springs groaned beneath well toned bodies, scars of old turning as they twisted beneath the sheets. A low growl sounding in the dark- quickly followed by a half breathless giggle.

"Oh, Kuro-tan…"

"Mage…"

The second response was even quicker as fingers grasped, clawing and digging. Each urging the other on, willing them to give in though they were both near the end of their stamina as the bed jerked another inch over well worn floorboards.

…and then…

"Fucking, mage! I told you to quit stealing the damn blankets!"


Author's Note: Oh, yes. I totally wrote that. Sorry, fangirls! I know you were hoping for something a little more 'Ooooh!' inspiring but, alas, this isn't it. :)