Warning: Lazim and Kherron ahead. As in the romantic sense. If that sentence makes you scream in aghast horror, read not. You have been warned, read on at your own risk.
Rated for suggestive stuff. This is all shounin-ai (I'm fairly sure that's how u spell it).
Notes: this came about from a futile search of fanfiction.net, google and any other place for Katherine Roberts fanfiction. And a niggly little idea that wouldn't go away…
Feedback: Please. Just don't waste your time telling me something I already know. I'm quite aware this is m/m pairing and not to everyone's taste. But constructive criticism is gold dust. ^_^
Word Count: 155 (a drabble is a piece of writing between 100 and 1000 words.)
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I always found kissing girls to be disappointing. Girls are warm, and soft, and most delightful to enter, causing compliant moans and little gasps….
But…
Although their smell is pleasant, its… Fake. Perfume. The scent of the sea from afar, so you can't see the cracks, never guess that there was more to be had closer to the salt and the seaweed washed up high and rotting on the gritty sand.
I've given them my one child. Or so it's reckoned. I've always liked playing people. She has my eyes, my hair. Perhaps even my bitterness – a two edged sword. Yet envolves being able to change. Thinking outside of the written music.
You smell of the seaweed, fish, and horsehair. My fingers tangle in your braids, crusted with drying salt, the bone a smooth, worn contrast. My mouth on yours is cracked and bleeding and you're grinning.
"See?" you say, "don't try to fight it."