Sheelos Fluff with Lemony Sprinkles
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Title: In Commemoration…
Summary: Sheena and Zelos go through something that threatens to push them to the limits of how far they're willing to go for one another…
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"Zelos, please… stop…" She begged, biting down another moan of pain.
He pecked her cheek lightly, "Don't you love me? Don't you trust me?"
"I do… I do…" she sputtered. "But it hurts…"
"I know, I know," he said soothingly, "It's going to hurt, but you have to trust me, I'm an expert at this. I've been doing this since I was fourteen—that's almost seven years. I know what I'm doing."
She fingered with a strand of his curly hair, "I don't doubt that," she retorted before another wave of pain spiraled through her. "Aahaah… just stop!" she nearly screamed, lunging and grabbing his hands.
He didn't struggle against her, reminding her codly, "Lemme go, or I'll get the handcuffs…"
"You can't get them if I've got your hands!" she hissed manically. "This was all your idea, you… you…!"
He raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but laugh in surprise. "You little liar! You were the one who suggested it!"
"But you're so rough, it's unbearable!"
Swiftly and imperceptibly, he slipped one of his hands from her grasp and began again. "Just one… more… time…"
"No, stop!" Sheena tensed, waiting for the pain to come. When she felt none, she cracked open an eye to see a small mirror he had placed in front of her. Frowning, she said, "I don't like it,"
He grinned stupidly, waving the brush in his free hand. "I do! You look so much more… cultural with your hair down, combed and straightened."
She crossed her arms irritably. "…I look like I have a mop on my head."
"You just don't like it because your hair's a rat's nest after a shower so it's just easier to throw it up in some messy thing, huh?" he teased before setting the brush down and shrugging. "But whatever, it you hate it that much, then just do whatever you want with it. Whatever makes you happy. I'm just saying I like the whole 'Asian Persuasion' look, myself…"
Later that night, he found the couch wasn't as comfortable as his bed.
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Post-Note: When I said the title was 'In Commemoration', I meant in the Commemoration of my other fic, Brown. :laughs insanely: Two points for Ark! Swish! XD :has 'LUZR' sticky note on head:
