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dethoratsTitle: Pain and Iron (once again a lame title...I need help with these)
Words: 299
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Rating: R
Notes: S&M intensive, descriptions of pain, kinda weird
She bit her lip hard, tongue scrabbling against the back of her teeth as she licked the freshly drawn blood.
"You can make noise, you know. Only Hina can hear you."
The amused voice drifted up from behind her prostrate form, dimly audible over the roaring in her ears. Tashigi shook her head slowly. No, the pain from biting was good, added to all the other sensations running through her body, helped keep everything in blurry focus.
"As you wish…Hina resume now."
The blows rained down across her back, peppered across taut shoulders. Moderate to heavy they fell, spreading an abstract of black and blue over her torso. It hurt, the pain wasn't sharp enough to bring pleasure, rather it produced a dull throbbing ache she felt even in her bones. Finally the beating stopped, and Tashigi was gathered up from her sprawl across the bed. How easy it was to underestimate the core of steely strength in the pink-haired woman. She placed Tashigi gently on her side, curling around her. One hand reached across and down the lieutenant's body, slowly parting soft folds of skin to touch hidden flesh. The other pressed and caressed the bruised back, joining a mouth that sucked and kissed the injured flesh with just that right amount of pressure.
And now Tashigi moaned, quiet still, but loving the feelings a moist tongue produced across abused muscle. And so it went, until Hina bit down on the juncture of neck and shoulder, wringing a cry of completion from the younger woman. Tashigi shook on the bed for some minutes, listening as Hina rose and got ready to leave.
"Thank you," she whispered before falling into a deep, contented sleep.
A gloved hand tenderly covered the swordswoman, and the captain turned to leave. "Hina understand."
Words: 299
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Rating: R
Notes: S&M intensive, descriptions of pain, kinda weird
She bit her lip hard, tongue scrabbling against the back of her teeth as she licked the freshly drawn blood.
"You can make noise, you know. Only Hina can hear you."
The amused voice drifted up from behind her prostrate form, dimly audible over the roaring in her ears. Tashigi shook her head slowly. No, the pain from biting was good, added to all the other sensations running through her body, helped keep everything in blurry focus.
"As you wish…Hina resume now."
The blows rained down across her back, peppered across taut shoulders. Moderate to heavy they fell, spreading an abstract of black and blue over her torso. It hurt, the pain wasn't sharp enough to bring pleasure, rather it produced a dull throbbing ache she felt even in her bones. Finally the beating stopped, and Tashigi was gathered up from her sprawl across the bed. How easy it was to underestimate the core of steely strength in the pink-haired woman. She placed Tashigi gently on her side, curling around her. One hand reached across and down the lieutenant's body, slowly parting soft folds of skin to touch hidden flesh. The other pressed and caressed the bruised back, joining a mouth that sucked and kissed the injured flesh with just that right amount of pressure.
And now Tashigi moaned, quiet still, but loving the feelings a moist tongue produced across abused muscle. And so it went, until Hina bit down on the juncture of neck and shoulder, wringing a cry of completion from the younger woman. Tashigi shook on the bed for some minutes, listening as Hina rose and got ready to leave.
"Thank you," she whispered before falling into a deep, contented sleep.
A gloved hand tenderly covered the swordswoman, and the captain turned to leave. "Hina understand."
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Date: 2004-03-11 03:11 am (UTC).... shit, now I'm gonna go to school all turned-on....
Thanks So Much For The Review!!!!!
Date: 2004-03-11 08:37 pm (UTC)