A request by ThunderousViktory, involving Tammy Leone (OC) and Tyranno Hassleberry. Hope you like it.
I do not own Hassleberry or Tammy, but I own Aimee so ask to borrow please. Ah hell I don't mind if you borrow her, just tell everyone she's not yours, but mine,
All was pretty much quiet in the Ra dormitory, most of the students in their rooms or at late night extra curriculum stuff. A few doors down from Hassleberry's room, Aimee sighed as once again she could hear his and Tammy's antics. Aimee placed her book down and put her headphones in an attempt to drown out the moans and gasps coming from the other room.
Hassleberry and Tammy were on the bed facing each other, lips only a few millimeters apart. Tammy's faced had donned a bright red tint as her breathing became shallower. Hassleberry just smiled and kissed her on the lips. Both burst out laughing as their little game was becoming a tiny bit boring. Hassleberry placed his hands either side of Tammy Leone's waist as he kissed her. Tammy gasped loudly, allowing his tongue to enter and explore her mouth. Tammy's hands found their way to Hassleberry's upper legs, using them to support herself as she gently pushed him onto his back. Hassleberry once again grinned, admiring the white-haired girl now leaning over him, her blood red eyes gazing into his dark ones. Hassleberry moved a hand to grasp one of her perfect boobs, the other on her lower back. Tammy grabbed his crotch, earning a cross between a moan and a yelp. Hassleberry was completely lost in the moment, the montage of feelings for this girl where overwhelming him as he just let himself be kissed over and over by the white-haired female. The kissing intensified, with the occasional touching in the lower areas when a knock on the door frightened them half to death.
"Lights Out Tyranno" Came the head of the Ra dorms voice.
Hassleberry looked at Tammy, and shrugged pulling her back on top of him. He slipped his hand down the back of her shorts, feeling up the smooth butt beneath them. Tammy moaned lightly and slid her hand down his trousers. Hassleberry groaned loudly and gently rubbed her butt, when they both heard footsteps. Hassleberry sat up with Tammy on his lap just as Aimee walked in with a pile of books.
"Uhhh…. Sarge? Is this a bad time?" Aimee muttered, her face matching the Slifer jackets.
"Just a bit Private Aims" He mumbled.
"I'll…. Just go…" Aimee turned and ran straight out the room, leaving the pile of books on the floor in a heap. Hassleberry face-palmed and Tammy just giggled, snuggling up into his chest. After a while, they both dozed off into a peaceful sleep….. 4 hours after curfew.