DISCLAIMER - I do not own Pokemon, or these character's. I do however own his desk. It's name is Dan. Dan the desk. I'll shut up now. But, since I am the only known producer of EyePieceShipping, enjoy.
His desk. The object of the brunette's apparent obscene fixation as of currently. She'd sat upon the hardwood counter of the object, carved images into it, even drawn with a permanent sharpie on it. It infuriate's him. Absolutely infuriate's the green-haired beast of a tyrant. Yet she never seem's to recede on her inane effort's to bother the deviant.
His desk. She hated it so. The place of which most of his plentiful time was spent upon, (which that reason found itself wriggling into her list of envious details about the desk, much to her abasement, she found she was, indeed jealous of the time he spent with the desk, instead of her.) drawing out plan's that she had to foil. So much time and sweat went into that desk. In many way's, more than just the evil.
Ah, why am I thinking on that again? He is so ... Agh! Her thought's drifted, crossing over the boundaries of her hatred into the reasoning as to why she still stood by his side. Her leg's smoothly crossed eachother, the fray from her short's brushing against her smoothed out thigh's. "Geechisu." She spoke softly, her voice at a low vibrato. "Geechie! Look at me!" Touko's eye's narrowed, eyebrow's furrowing to form a crease between her eye's.
She crawled over his over-sized mahogany desk, perching herself on the corner of the workspace, beside's Geechisu, her aoi gaze piercing his otherworldly orb's. "Geechisu, please.. You need to stop working!" She pulled the clipboard he held in his callused hand's out of his reach, tauntingly.
"Touko, please." Geechisu growled out angrily, his arm snapping out and regaining possession of the clipboard. But, noticing her frustration, with a snide smirk upon his thin lip's, he reached up and smoothed the crease between her eyebrow's, letting his hand carress her cheek. "Ah, Touko .. Is someone jealous of Dan?" His hand moved to remove her bright white and pink hat, tossing it to the ground and releasing her deep brown lock's.
"... Dan?" Touko raised an eyebrow at the odd man, and glanced down at the desk, ".. the desk?" She frowned, confused, yet somehow scared of the sanity of the man before her.
"Mm.. yes. Dan the desk.. " Geechisu managed to speak seductively, in such a humorous moment as he leaned forward, pressing his lip's to her's, in a clandestine kiss, which she pulled back from reluctantly.
".. Ah, you named your desk?" Touko frowned, as he leaned in for yet another kiss, which she returned, still hesitantly.
"Mm.. yes, my love." He smirked, his lip's pressed to her's, yet, not kissing, as his hand travelled down her back, fondling the edge of her short's, "Dan like's it when.. we do thing's on him.. " He said, as if it would be seductive, not horrific.
Touko fidgeted, ".. I'm.. going to go to bed." She pulled from his grip, and tumbled off the desk, in her frustration, as she pulled herself up off the ground, and walked at an even pace to the door, turning and saluting him, "Have fun.. with Dan?" She frowned, as she exited the room.
".. Heh.. Finally got her to stop sitting on you, Dan.." Geechisu grinned, and patted the surface of his desk.
