Random One Piece Drabble
Jun. 15th, 2007 06:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dethoratsWas in the mood for them suddenly...
Title: Hallway
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 624
Sweat, sharp and salty against her tongue as she ran it up the smooth side of Tashigi’s neck, filled Hina’s senses. It danced tantalizingly across her taste buds and the scent of it clinging to the lieutenant’s dark, damp hair was heavy in her nostrils as she trailed her mouth up to nip at an earlobe. Beneath her grip Tashigi blushed, cheeks flushed with more than innocent exertion now and the heat pouring off her body not just coming from her earlier exercise. The young marine was never quite as lovely, Hina thought, then when she had just finished a workout. Strong, well-trained muscles pushed just a hair too far, chest heaving a bit as lungs sought for air, and glasses threatening to slide off the tip of her nose, fogged from her efforts. Tashigi was far too tempting to resist and Hina chuckled softly, warm puffs of laughter into the lieutenant’s ear that had her squirming.
“M –Ma’am!”
Tashigi’s voice was low and breathless, embarrassed but with a touch of desire tilting the reprimand closer to half-hearted protest. Delicious, simply delicious, and too few people actually bothered to stand up to Hina. She loved that about the lieutenant even as she sought to constantly bring down a few of those more worthless constraints the girl threw up thanks to her training. Smoker had done a pretty good job but he’d neglected a few areas. Hina was doing them all a favor in seeing to this aspect of Tashigi’s progress. Really, it had nothing at all to do with the softly yielding body she pressed more firmly into the wall, shifting her grip so that both of Tashigi’s wrists were trapped by one hand and the other hand began to map out the ladder of her ribs, climbing upward with deliberate slowness. It was all to do with helping round out the young swordsman’s education – well that was what she liked to tell Smoker just to watch him glower and redden ever so slightly.
“Yes?” She drew the word out, pulling her face away from Tashigi’s neck to gaze down into the girl’s eyes. The marine captain felt her cheeks stretch into a wicked grin as she caught sight of the glitter of lust in the lieutenant’s eyes. “Hina is listening. Did you want something? Maybe Hina’s hand to move somewhere else?”
“Ma’am!”
This time the word is a bit more of an outburst, scandalized. Hina held back a throaty chuckle and swooped in to capture parted lips. Tashigi yielded after a beat of straining, quiet murmurs of protest captured by the captain’s tongue and swallowed. Heat everywhere and Hina mentally tightened her precious iron control enough to let just the tip of her thumb travel over the swell of the lieutenant’s breast. Tashigi moaned, the sound escaping as she tore away from the older marine’s mouth with a bit of effort.
“Please!…please. Not…not here.”
Hina hid a smirk of triumph and nodded instead, letting a touch of false understanding color her tone. Teasing the lieutenant was just too much fun. Her thumb skimmed further over Tashigi’s breast, grazed over a rapidly hardening nipple. “Perhaps Hina should move here instead?”
“Captain Hina!”
That was far enough and Hina did laugh softly as Tashigi pouted ever so slightly. “Somewhere else then. Hina suggests her quarters.”
The lieutenant’s blush somehow managed to deepen, pink spreading across the bridge of her nose, but there were no further utterances of the word ‘ma’am.’ The marine captain grinned in satisfaction and stole a final kiss before she freed one of the swordsman’s slender wrists. The other remained firmly in her grip as Hina gently towed Tashigi down the narrow ship’s corridor towards a place with a bit more privacy.
Title: Hallway
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Word Count: 624
Sweat, sharp and salty against her tongue as she ran it up the smooth side of Tashigi’s neck, filled Hina’s senses. It danced tantalizingly across her taste buds and the scent of it clinging to the lieutenant’s dark, damp hair was heavy in her nostrils as she trailed her mouth up to nip at an earlobe. Beneath her grip Tashigi blushed, cheeks flushed with more than innocent exertion now and the heat pouring off her body not just coming from her earlier exercise. The young marine was never quite as lovely, Hina thought, then when she had just finished a workout. Strong, well-trained muscles pushed just a hair too far, chest heaving a bit as lungs sought for air, and glasses threatening to slide off the tip of her nose, fogged from her efforts. Tashigi was far too tempting to resist and Hina chuckled softly, warm puffs of laughter into the lieutenant’s ear that had her squirming.
“M –Ma’am!”
Tashigi’s voice was low and breathless, embarrassed but with a touch of desire tilting the reprimand closer to half-hearted protest. Delicious, simply delicious, and too few people actually bothered to stand up to Hina. She loved that about the lieutenant even as she sought to constantly bring down a few of those more worthless constraints the girl threw up thanks to her training. Smoker had done a pretty good job but he’d neglected a few areas. Hina was doing them all a favor in seeing to this aspect of Tashigi’s progress. Really, it had nothing at all to do with the softly yielding body she pressed more firmly into the wall, shifting her grip so that both of Tashigi’s wrists were trapped by one hand and the other hand began to map out the ladder of her ribs, climbing upward with deliberate slowness. It was all to do with helping round out the young swordsman’s education – well that was what she liked to tell Smoker just to watch him glower and redden ever so slightly.
“Yes?” She drew the word out, pulling her face away from Tashigi’s neck to gaze down into the girl’s eyes. The marine captain felt her cheeks stretch into a wicked grin as she caught sight of the glitter of lust in the lieutenant’s eyes. “Hina is listening. Did you want something? Maybe Hina’s hand to move somewhere else?”
“Ma’am!”
This time the word is a bit more of an outburst, scandalized. Hina held back a throaty chuckle and swooped in to capture parted lips. Tashigi yielded after a beat of straining, quiet murmurs of protest captured by the captain’s tongue and swallowed. Heat everywhere and Hina mentally tightened her precious iron control enough to let just the tip of her thumb travel over the swell of the lieutenant’s breast. Tashigi moaned, the sound escaping as she tore away from the older marine’s mouth with a bit of effort.
“Please!…please. Not…not here.”
Hina hid a smirk of triumph and nodded instead, letting a touch of false understanding color her tone. Teasing the lieutenant was just too much fun. Her thumb skimmed further over Tashigi’s breast, grazed over a rapidly hardening nipple. “Perhaps Hina should move here instead?”
“Captain Hina!”
That was far enough and Hina did laugh softly as Tashigi pouted ever so slightly. “Somewhere else then. Hina suggests her quarters.”
The lieutenant’s blush somehow managed to deepen, pink spreading across the bridge of her nose, but there were no further utterances of the word ‘ma’am.’ The marine captain grinned in satisfaction and stole a final kiss before she freed one of the swordsman’s slender wrists. The other remained firmly in her grip as Hina gently towed Tashigi down the narrow ship’s corridor towards a place with a bit more privacy.
