Passions Spent (Sequel) 1a/1
anonymous
April 6 2011, 01:10:07 UTC
“That’s strange.”
“Eh? What is?”
“It’s almost fifteen minutes until the meeting starts, and Arthur-san isn’t here yet.”
“…And this is of concern, because?”
“Well, usually Eyebrows would be sitting at his chair and waiting for the meeting to officially start by now…”
“Hm, now that I think about it, I didn’t see Emily-san at practice today.”
“…”
“Francis-san?…Why are you smiling like that?”
Scoff. “I’m pretty sure we don’t want to know, anyway.”
“…Oh, it’s nothing Kiku, Michelle. Nothing at all.”
Francis shifts his gaze to the closed door and his blue eyes narrow. Rosbif, you dog, you. Hon-hon-hon.
--
Emily F. Jones likes to think she knows everything about Arthur-but whenever she has this confidence, the British always manages to surprise her in some way.
“Oh! Oh, my God!Like now, for instance-when she’s lying on a bare teacher’s desk, her shirt open and her breasts bouncing freely, clinging to the sides of it with a tight grip, having her hips grasped tightly as another (slightly bony) pair grinds against them, their
( ... )
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1c/1
anonymous
April 6 2011, 01:16:28 UTC
Arthur pauses all movement.
“D-did I go too far…?”
“Just a little,” despite her reply, Emily can’t help the wide grin that spreads across her face.
Almost immediately, Arthur lets go of her hands and buries his face against her neck, curling against her as if he wanted to get swallowed up by some interdimensional warp. Knowing him and his little obsession with Doctor Who (which he continues to deny), it’s probably not a bad guess at his thought process.
“I-I-I’m sorry!” he says self-consciously, his ears pinking adorably. “I was just trying to sound, to sound-”
“Sexy?”
“Yeah…”
Aw! Artie’s so fucking cute. With slightly pink cheeks, Emily giggles softly and runs her fingers through the poor boy’s ash blond hair, making sure to be as gentle and comforting as she can.
“Oh, Artie, don’t worry about it, really.” I really like how you always make an effort to keep my interest. “You’re actually getting better at this.”
“Stop making fun of me,” Arthur grumbles.
I’m not. Emily frowns, wishing (not for the first time) that she could
( ... )
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1d/1
anonymous
April 6 2011, 02:11:10 UTC
Her eyes flutter closed as she lets out a soft moan of longing with each inch she takes in. Once he’s filled her to the hilt, Emily opens her eyes and cups Arthur’s face in her hands, which causes him to open his eyes and lock onto hers. Emily smiles softly and leans down to kiss him deeply before slowly starting to lift her hips up and down. Arthur’s groan vibrates between their joined mouths, and shakily, he brings his hands up to touch her, one going to one of her hips and the other cupping the middle of her back, as if to pull her closer
( ... )
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
anonymous
April 6 2011, 02:19:10 UTC
Once she gets her beloved bomber jacket from her locker, Emily starts heading home, her face still beaming, but her eyes steely with determination.
One day, Artie, I’ll get rid of it-that sadness, that loneliness, that pain you seem to carry.
She puts her hands in her pockets, her footsteps against the concrete of the sidewalk being the only sound echoing in her ears.
I’ll find out what I’m doing wrong, what I’m doing to hurt you (because you’re too much of a stubborn ass to tell me, but whatever, as a hero, I’ll take it, for now), and I’ll try to fix it.
And then, I’ll finally make you smile.
~Pucker up, our passions spent~
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A/N: Well, here's the smut I promised. Sorta
( ... )
Re: Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
anonymous
April 6 2011, 05:22:30 UTC
O-oh god ;A; this fill.
Like the anon above said, it's so sad and hot at the same time. I liked seeing Emily's side of this, but baww... if they just knew, they're so close, yet so far away.
And if you do post more ideas, tell us <3 I'd love to read more of this AU.
Re: Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
anonymous
April 11 2011, 09:21:01 UTC
YOU WILL MAKE ME THE HAPPIEST LADY EVER IF YOU WRITE MORE AND TURN THIS INTO A LONG, EPIC FANFIC WHERE THEY GO THROUGH DRAMA AND EVENTUALLY SOLVE THEIR PROBLEMS AND RUN OFF INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHER AND MAKE BEAUTIFUL BABIES!
“Eh? What is?”
“It’s almost fifteen minutes until the meeting starts, and Arthur-san isn’t here yet.”
“…And this is of concern, because?”
“Well, usually Eyebrows would be sitting at his chair and waiting for the meeting to officially start by now…”
“Hm, now that I think about it, I didn’t see Emily-san at practice today.”
“…”
“Francis-san?…Why are you smiling like that?”
Scoff. “I’m pretty sure we don’t want to know, anyway.”
“…Oh, it’s nothing Kiku, Michelle. Nothing at all.”
Francis shifts his gaze to the closed door and his blue eyes narrow. Rosbif, you dog, you. Hon-hon-hon.
--
Emily F. Jones likes to think she knows everything about Arthur-but whenever she has this confidence, the British always manages to surprise her in some way.
“Oh! Oh, my God!Like now, for instance-when she’s lying on a bare teacher’s desk, her shirt open and her breasts bouncing freely, clinging to the sides of it with a tight grip, having her hips grasped tightly as another (slightly bony) pair grinds against them, their ( ... )
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“D-did I go too far…?”
“Just a little,” despite her reply, Emily can’t help the wide grin that spreads across her face.
Almost immediately, Arthur lets go of her hands and buries his face against her neck, curling against her as if he wanted to get swallowed up by some interdimensional warp. Knowing him and his little obsession with Doctor Who (which he continues to deny), it’s probably not a bad guess at his thought process.
“I-I-I’m sorry!” he says self-consciously, his ears pinking adorably. “I was just trying to sound, to sound-”
“Sexy?”
“Yeah…”
Aw! Artie’s so fucking cute. With slightly pink cheeks, Emily giggles softly and runs her fingers through the poor boy’s ash blond hair, making sure to be as gentle and comforting as she can.
“Oh, Artie, don’t worry about it, really.” I really like how you always make an effort to keep my interest. “You’re actually getting better at this.”
“Stop making fun of me,” Arthur grumbles.
I’m not. Emily frowns, wishing (not for the first time) that she could ( ... )
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One day, Artie, I’ll get rid of it-that sadness, that loneliness, that pain you seem to carry.
She puts her hands in her pockets, her footsteps against the concrete of the sidewalk being the only sound echoing in her ears.
I’ll find out what I’m doing wrong, what I’m doing to hurt you (because you’re too much of a stubborn ass to tell me, but whatever, as a hero, I’ll take it, for now), and I’ll try to fix it.
And then, I’ll finally make you smile.
~Pucker up, our passions spent~
--
A/N: Well, here's the smut I promised. Sorta ( ... )
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Like the anon above said, it's so sad and hot at the same time. I liked seeing Emily's side of this, but baww... if they just knew, they're so close, yet so far away.
And if you do post more ideas, tell us <3 I'd love to read more of this AU.
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PLEEEEEEAAAAASE? ;A;
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