Disclaimers: How many times do I have to do this? It's such a sad ritual. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.

Conveying meaning

'I've been wondering, General-'

Slouching against a bookcase, legs carelessly apart, arms hanging and without a care in the world; Kenren, staring into heaven's expanse of nothingness, releases a puff and acknowledges his Marshal.

'-about certain anatomies.' the Marshal advances, kneels and looks his General in the eye.

His gaze is held unflinchingly and the lovely Green then vanish behind a smile.

The Marshal acts, he shifts and places his arms to the sides of his General's spreaded limbs.

Palms in contact with the cold, smooth tiles. Fingers pressing down hard.

Leather clad legs.

General Ensnared.

No drawing back, no backing away, no aversion. Only ease.

The General grins, unfazed. 'Bring it on.'

'The lips and the tongue...'

Tenpou trails as thoughts play. Adjusting them, he resumes.

'...The tongue crafts the words but the lips liberate them. Without the tongue, the lips reveal nothing and without the lips, the tongue is but a mere vapid tool...'

Would that be an irony? Contradiction?

Tenpou muses and smiles.

'Which, General... do you suppose, actually conveys meaning...The lips?...'

A graze.

'...Or the tongue?'

A teaser.

'Marshal-

The General smirks and kills the breathing space.

'I don't really care.'

I am such a kiddy fangirl. I was actually watching the making of 'Lips' by Kat-tun and was looking out for bits of Maruda when the idea slapped me in the head. Why am I even going on about this? Slap me. I'm not good at getting the characters spot on so don't tell me that I'm a cow or things like 'TENPOU'S NOT LIKE THAT YOU FAT BITCH!' Because I know and I'm kicking myself over it! Now excuse me while I go frolic in my little pasture.