"Pervy Ahiru"
A Princess Tutu fiction written by Shooby
This is what happens when you have a major case of insomnia for over a week. And can't even begin to think of a creative title...
He had waited three years. He had felt as if he would have been taking advantage of a child.
A four year difference in age felt like a lifetime to a 17 year old.
But despite her innocence, she knew better. She knew that love was not defined by age. After all... as a duck she had fallen in love with a prince. Who said that as a 13 year old girl she couldn't fall in love with a 17 year old boy?
And so while he waited, sustaining them on short kisses and brief caresses, she had fantasized.
She had imagined him touching her. Her face, her neck, her stomach, her breasts, her...
And then she would bring the image into a bright clarity as her scream was muffled by her pillow, her hands busy elsewhere.
And all the while, he had slept in his bed, thoughts of her occupying his mind and causing images to flit through his dreams.
After those three long, agonizing years, she had asked him why he had waited, even to touch himself with thoughts of her.
"I didn't want to dishonor you. It felt dirty," was his reply.
"Mmm," she responded, idly playing with a lock of his dark hair.
"What about you?" he asked, smiling at her, "Did you touch yourself while you thought about me?"
"Of course," she replied.
"And how was it?"
"Bliss," came her answer, and he smiled at her lovingly...
"Thoughts of Mytho didn't make me come even half as hard.."
Author's Notes:
I can't even remember what I was thinking at the time.