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storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 10:12 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 10:12 pm
Not Your Type
Title: Not Your Type
Crossover: Sailor Moon
Length: 164 words
Prompt: icon meme: Fujitaka/Haruka
Pairing: Haruka and Fujitaka gen; Haruka/Michiru
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Nah," she said, "a little older. He isn't really my type anyway. I have a girlfriend. A wife, really. She wouldn't appreciate it much."
He thought she was a boy. Her hair was mussed and the uniform vest hung so loosely on her graceful form. She knew just what he needed to fix the car and she ran a hand absently through her hair as she spoke to him. He thought she was about Touya's age, and he asked curiously.
"Nah," she said, "a little older. He isn't really my type anyway. I have a girlfriend. A wife, really. She wouldn't appreciate it much."
She was good-humored about it and he only felt a little embarrassed. It wasn't until the next week when he bumped into her in the supermarket that he saw that she was, well, a she. Even with her breasts bound like they had been in the auto parts store, she looked like a woman when she wore makeup. Her eyes were so sharp and piercing.
He was sort of glad that she wasn't a boy, but he tried not to think about it any deeper than that.
Crossover: Sailor Moon
Length: 164 words
Prompt: icon meme: Fujitaka/Haruka
Pairing: Haruka and Fujitaka gen; Haruka/Michiru
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "Nah," she said, "a little older. He isn't really my type anyway. I have a girlfriend. A wife, really. She wouldn't appreciate it much."
He thought she was a boy. Her hair was mussed and the uniform vest hung so loosely on her graceful form. She knew just what he needed to fix the car and she ran a hand absently through her hair as she spoke to him. He thought she was about Touya's age, and he asked curiously.
"Nah," she said, "a little older. He isn't really my type anyway. I have a girlfriend. A wife, really. She wouldn't appreciate it much."
She was good-humored about it and he only felt a little embarrassed. It wasn't until the next week when he bumped into her in the supermarket that he saw that she was, well, a she. Even with her breasts bound like they had been in the auto parts store, she looked like a woman when she wore makeup. Her eyes were so sharp and piercing.
He was sort of glad that she wasn't a boy, but he tried not to think about it any deeper than that.
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