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A/N: 2/27/13: Reposted on this account. I have also copied and pasted all the original reviews and put them in one big Guest review because I do appreciate the feedback I got. Thanks~
Sit and Spin
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She was always there.
He would turn a corner and she'd be washing the floors. He'd enter a room and she'd be dusting away. It was starting to grate on his nerves. The girl moved faster than a cursed serpent! And to top it all off, she was wearing that dress.
He had no idea when she asked for fabric that she'd make her own dress. The golden one didn't fare well with housecleaning so she needed something more suitable. He gave her the most horrible color he had and was now regretting it. She stood out so awful in the Dark Castle that wherever he went he saw a mass of sky blue.
It made it more difficult for him to not see her.
But that wasn't the worst part of the dress, no. The worst part was how it just came below the knee and how it just settled over her...bosoms. Also how it rode up when she reached to get at something high, how it fluttered around her if she moved too fast, how it clung so tight to her tiny waist...
Swallow.
"Oh!" She dropped her cleaning rag and bent over to pick it up, her perky breasts just begging to peek out of the soft fabric. Her cleavage pressed together with her necklace kissing between them as she reached to pick up the filthy thing, bouncing ever so slightly as she stood.
Oh DAMMIT, not again!
What the frigging hell?! He was centuries years old, not some hormonal boy! Why was this happening?!
He squeezed his legs together and began walking calmly to his spinning wheel.
It was becoming a huge problem - emphasis on HUGE - and happened almost every time she was in the room. Just yesterday she was on the ladder and he couldn't stop himself from walking...under...the very top of her thigh teasing him...and then she raised her hand, hiking the dress higher...
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
He ran to the spinning wheel and began to twirl it as if the thing was on fire. She looked confused but just shrugged at his behavior and went about cleaning.
He sighed heavily as he continued to pretend nothing was happening in his pants.
Tight leather was a BAD fashion choice around her, apparently. It was starting to hurt, throbbing relentlessly...pounding to be released.
Oh, but if only he could...
He looked at her sideways as he unzipped his front...toying with it a little...imagining himself ripping that puny excuse for clothing right off her small frame...her begging for mercy...oh, Lord...
"What are you doing?"
Needle scratch-
"I-I-I'm spinning! Can't you see that?! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" he bellowed causing her to look momentarily hurt but then just mad as she huffed and walked away, that damn dress swaying in the wind.
His head hit the wheel as he groaned. "Ohh, I oughta make her wear a potato sack..."
Yes, a tiny potato sack that just barely covers her plump, supple -
"AW, PUKING FAIRIES COVERED IN PISS!"
Belle jumped when she heard him curse and blinked a few times in confusion. "He must be having a hard time at that wheel..."
~End