Quicksilver's Quill Offers
Beyond Twisted
standard disclaimers
myassisgrass@i'mnottelling.not
Notes:
This is sick.
Really, REALLY sick....
*stands up like spectator at basketball game and starts pointing finger at Suboshi no Miko, yelling YOU YOU YOU*
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Soi reached out and traced the scar that marred one of her lovers eyes with gentle fingers. "Doesn't that ever bother you?" she asked.

He batted her hand aside with careless strength before grabbing her around the waist, settling her head against his chest forcably. "Not anymore," he said, practically growling. With a flash of his eyes, he flipped her over and pushed her to her feet. "Nakago is coming- you had better leave."

She nodded, and started to tie her long hair back from her face. "Sometimes I hate that man," she muttered as she slid into her armor after picking up the scattered pieces.

"But you love him anyway," he sighed from the bed, making no attempt at modesty. Soi had seen everything, anyway.

"But I love you as well," she assured him hurriedly, pressing moist lips against her lover's mouth. "I have to go. Ja ne, Ashitare."

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Verging on Bestiality, ne? And this is a spamfic, obviously- but I can't think of anyone more frightening then this pair- I refuse to even BRING psycho baby into it!