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bleach_quickies.
EDIT: I said I would come back and edit this entry once I figured out a better way to fix what I had posted before. Special thanx go out to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wardove for helping me out on getting it to sound TONS better.
Hope you guys enjoy this version.
Character: Ichigo
Pairing: Ichigo/Orihime
Prompt: tiara
Words: 189
At first, Ichigo had felt somewhat emasculated, having let Orihime talk him into, well, more like seduce him, into role playing such a girlish fantasy. Though now, feeling her tongue stroking along his own as she nestled herself fully onto him, he knew giving into her idea had been a really, and he meant, a really, good move. He breathed in deep when her mouth left his to trail kisses along his neck, causing her nipples to brush against his as she rolled her hips. Thrusting against her, his head lolled to the side, and half lidded dark eyes caught the reflection of their slick nude bodies in the mirror across the room.
A bubble crown encircled his head, matching perfectly with the bubble tiara that graced her strawberry-blond locks; after all, her reasoning was that a princess could not have a tiara without her prince having his crown. Odd perhaps, silly maybe, but right now, for all he cared, he would have had worn a bubble beard if it meant having a naked and wet Orihime fucking his brains out like she was doing at this very moment.
bleach_quickies. EDIT: I said I would come back and edit this entry once I figured out a better way to fix what I had posted before. Special thanx go out to
wardove for helping me out on getting it to sound TONS better.Hope you guys enjoy this version.
Character: Ichigo
Pairing: Ichigo/Orihime
Prompt: tiara
Words: 189
At first, Ichigo had felt somewhat emasculated, having let Orihime talk him into, well, more like seduce him, into role playing such a girlish fantasy. Though now, feeling her tongue stroking along his own as she nestled herself fully onto him, he knew giving into her idea had been a really, and he meant, a really, good move. He breathed in deep when her mouth left his to trail kisses along his neck, causing her nipples to brush against his as she rolled her hips. Thrusting against her, his head lolled to the side, and half lidded dark eyes caught the reflection of their slick nude bodies in the mirror across the room.
A bubble crown encircled his head, matching perfectly with the bubble tiara that graced her strawberry-blond locks; after all, her reasoning was that a princess could not have a tiara without her prince having his crown. Odd perhaps, silly maybe, but right now, for all he cared, he would have had worn a bubble beard if it meant having a naked and wet Orihime fucking his brains out like she was doing at this very moment.
