Disclaimer: I do not know Seifer in this way. ( I wish!!!) Seifer is just a cartoon character. And although very, very cute, he IS NOT real. peace, love and enjoy. Jess (oh, leave a note.)
War Games
Raven and Seifer. Two sides of the mystical coin. Two evils with one destiny. One blond and one snowy. Blue and violet. Two and one. Together. Forever.
Seifer loved the feel of a sword in his hand. It really didn't matter if it was his gunblade or some mundane one. He also loved his feisty sparring partner, Raven.
She was a medium sized girl with white hair and blazing violet eyes. She moved like an animal in both fighting and sex. Fights that ended in sex were good but fights that involved blood and ended in sex were better.
Sword fighting is kind of like dancing. Moving to the rhythm of the blood and the pulse. Moving as one.
Seifer smiled at that thought. Swordplay was also kind of like sex. Sweat and blood. Lots of sweat. Little blood. Some screams. Some moans. But all in all, swordplay was like sex and to him, both were fun.
But now it was a real fight. Him and raven on the sand floored ring. Much fun. It was almost like they could read each other's thoughts. They were watching the other, looking for an opening. It was hard to keep they're footing on the sand floor but they were managing.
That was until Seifer lashed out and raven had to move quickly to avoid him. They both went down, Seifer on top. Raven covered her eyes with her hands and started laughing. Seifer stifled her laughter with a kiss and it seemed to go on forever.
When they broke apart each could see lust in the other's eyes. Both knew sex, even though very relevant, did not rule their relationship.
Violence did.
- 3: 53 pm, Thursday, November 8, 2001
War Games
Raven and Seifer. Two sides of the mystical coin. Two evils with one destiny. One blond and one snowy. Blue and violet. Two and one. Together. Forever.
Seifer loved the feel of a sword in his hand. It really didn't matter if it was his gunblade or some mundane one. He also loved his feisty sparring partner, Raven.
She was a medium sized girl with white hair and blazing violet eyes. She moved like an animal in both fighting and sex. Fights that ended in sex were good but fights that involved blood and ended in sex were better.
Sword fighting is kind of like dancing. Moving to the rhythm of the blood and the pulse. Moving as one.
Seifer smiled at that thought. Swordplay was also kind of like sex. Sweat and blood. Lots of sweat. Little blood. Some screams. Some moans. But all in all, swordplay was like sex and to him, both were fun.
But now it was a real fight. Him and raven on the sand floored ring. Much fun. It was almost like they could read each other's thoughts. They were watching the other, looking for an opening. It was hard to keep they're footing on the sand floor but they were managing.
That was until Seifer lashed out and raven had to move quickly to avoid him. They both went down, Seifer on top. Raven covered her eyes with her hands and started laughing. Seifer stifled her laughter with a kiss and it seemed to go on forever.
When they broke apart each could see lust in the other's eyes. Both knew sex, even though very relevant, did not rule their relationship.
Violence did.
- 3: 53 pm, Thursday, November 8, 2001