A/N: Forgot to post this with the other plot bins today, lets fix that, shall we?
Bit of a shakeup here, I know. Life's been yanking my chain lately. I'll be taking the rest of today/tonight and tomorrow off -from writing, not work because I need that money for my bloody car- to bring you something truly special on Tuesday and, luck permitting, even more. every day after. Two weeks of near constant updates, that's all I can say for now, don't want to spoil things beyond this:
We'll begin with Practice Makes Perfect on Tuesday. The rest will be...a surprise. Especially with you-know-what coming...
My old car finally broke down -transmission problems- so I'm up a creak without a paddle at the moment, to say nothing of caring for my sister who's recovering from surgery. Hopefully the costs won't be too much. Still waiting on the mechanic to call me back and working back to back shifts praying for a miracle. If I don't put the money together by the end of the month, I'm screwed.
Thankfully, I've prepared heaps of updates in advance. Please let me know what you think of this one; I'm having a bit of a mental breakdown tonight.
So here we go. The fate of this story depends on you, the reader. Your feedback determines the fate of this tale, and many others. As ever, I own no quotes, references, themes or memes. Not a wit or one. They're tributes, one and all. I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in this wild world, one word at a time. Time and feedback will determine if this remains a story. Simple as that.
In other words...its up to YOU, the reader. Doooo let me know~!
May this teaser continue to liv up to its title and tempt you!
Clearly, this is the second teaser of "Tempt Me"
"Temptation comes in many forms...
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Tempt Me (Part II)
Mizora blinked once.
She squinted at him twice.
Frowned for him thrice now, her lips pursing in a fearsome point. "What is the meaning of this?"
Naruto crossed one leg over another, wholly at his ease despite her ire. "I thought that was self-explanatory."
It was! Therein lie the problem! She considered the veritable feast laid out before her and her tail twitched behind her in annoyance. For a moment -just a moment!- she honestly considered pivoting and smacking him across the face with it. Of course, she could simply spread her wings and fly away, leaving him here as she well knew, but that would mean breaking their pact.
Which meant admitting defeat.
Losing to this blond braggart.
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
"You told me to tempt you." the whiskered warrior gestured to the foodstuffs arrayed across the table, quite literally a candlelight dinner in the moonlight. "So I started with something simple. I hope you like it."
Simple?! This was simple?! What in the hells was he up to this time...?!
"I thought you meant sex!" the words burst from her in frustrated
His head tilted. "What made you think that?"
No. No, no, no. He could not be this dense. Was it an act? Was he putting airs on? Her gaze swept back to those strange shadow clones of his, one of which pulled out a chair for her. She bared her teeth and glared bloody red daggers at the pale imitation until it balked and dispelled itself. The others watched her intently, ready to cater to her every need...or perhaps stab her in the back when she wasn't looking.
For the first time in centuries, a foreign sensation squirmed beneath Mizora's breast. It almost felt like...fear.
Had she made a mistake, brokering that Deal with him? Was this all part of his master plan?
Nonsense! She was mighty; she feared nothing. Certainly not someone like this.
Was he mocking her? No, he must be. This was a trick. A trap.
To falter now was to shame herself before her, and her pride wouldn't allow such a thing. So she sat down and resolved herself to vengeance, trying not to stare at the tantalizing dishes arrayed before her. It was a foreign thing indeed to be catered to by someone of their own volition. She didn't know how to feel about it.
And then the bastard, the absolute foxy bastard reached across the table and gently -every so gently!- took her hand in his. He interlocked their fingers, drawing a small gasp from her.
Then he smiled at her. A pure smile, wholly without any semblance of deception whatsoever. "Whatcha think? Looks pretty good, right? Even I can do this much, if I try."
Mizora balked, but couldn't bring herself to tug her hand away, nor take her eyes from his.
Why?
She'd engaged in the most depraved of acts. Committed deeds so vile that the hells whispered her name. She was a heartless bitch who delighted in laying others low. So why, why, why was simple hand-holding getting her all hot and bothered like some flustered maiden! Was it because she'd never done the like before? Never had anyone be gentle with her...?
Maybe?
Her cheeks burned with a heat unlike the hells and she shook such shameful thoughts aside to glower at him in return.
Naruto thought he could embarrass her, did he? This meant war. Two could play this game!
Come the morrow, she swore to have him moaning her name.
Vengeance would be hers!
A/N: Aaaaaand scene.
Well? Should this become a story? Yay or nay, what say you? Not much else to say this time 'round. Reviews keep me writing, and without them, my inspiration falls flat. Ever bit of feedback helps. Pain hurts. Pain hurts a loooot. But silence from readers and reviewers? That hurts even more. As ever, reviews keep this old man alive during these dark and crazy times.
Seriously, we're all locked away anyways these days, feedback is all that sustains me.
So in the Immortal Words of Atlas... Review...Would You Kindly?
No previews this time; I haven't the heart for them...T_T