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storypaint) wrote2009-04-08 01:43 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-04-08 01:43 pm
Giving In (Ryoko/Tenchi)
Title: Giving In
Length: 137 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic: Tenchi, Ryoko/Tenchi, sake
Pairing: Ryoko/Tenchi
Other: PG-13 for drunkenness and sexual themes
Excerpt: Tomorrow, he'd say he was drunk, because he was Tenchi, responsible to a fault, and there were others who'd see this as a betrayal.
They were doing this because he was drunk and that took the edge off. It took all the edges off, in fact, his awkwardness and confusion and worry. There was only Ryoko, her breasts in his face as always, and now he had the courage to cup them in his hands and sigh, content.
Tomorrow, he'd say he was drunk, because he was Tenchi, responsible to a fault, and there were others who'd see this as a betrayal. He wasn't thinking of them now; he was thinking of a woman with eager hips and the devil's tongue.
She was whispering in his ears, and then not whispering, nearly screaming. It was just his name over and over, a raw statement of need, and he finally gives.
(He wasn't even that drunk. Just enough to count.)
Length: 137 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: Tenchi, Ryoko/Tenchi, sakePairing: Ryoko/Tenchi
Other: PG-13 for drunkenness and sexual themes
Excerpt: Tomorrow, he'd say he was drunk, because he was Tenchi, responsible to a fault, and there were others who'd see this as a betrayal.
They were doing this because he was drunk and that took the edge off. It took all the edges off, in fact, his awkwardness and confusion and worry. There was only Ryoko, her breasts in his face as always, and now he had the courage to cup them in his hands and sigh, content.
Tomorrow, he'd say he was drunk, because he was Tenchi, responsible to a fault, and there were others who'd see this as a betrayal. He wasn't thinking of them now; he was thinking of a woman with eager hips and the devil's tongue.
She was whispering in his ears, and then not whispering, nearly screaming. It was just his name over and over, a raw statement of need, and he finally gives.
(He wasn't even that drunk. Just enough to count.)