Anon has tried to fill
anonymous
March 8 2009, 01:09:41 UTC
I-I'm sorry if this isn't what you were looking for. I kind of wanted to try this... and something short was all I could do.
It was something they both knew was wrong. It shouldn’t have even started. There should have been no opening for it to happen. But here they were. Trapped within the sheets of shame. Trapped within each other.
She was the mother. Not entirely pure, but always thought she had his best interests in mind. And right now, as her timeless, skilled hands traveled down his body -- touching in all the right places -- he thought she did.
He was the son. Entirely rebellious and seemingly uncaring of what others thought of who he was and how he acted. Except caught in this moment as his lips pressed against the hollow of her throat, she thought he was a complete gentleman.
Not a word was spoken outside a soft utterance of a name. A heated gasp. A strangled moan as he entered; crossing that line that shouldn’t be crossed. His stomach flipped. Her heart dropped. But they didn’t stop. They couldn’t stop
( ... )
This. THIS! This is better than I was expecting to my rather silly and taboo prompt. OMFG! *flails and fangirls*
The language is so wonderful, the flow and pacing. You mention no names, and that just makes it all the more delicious. asjkfag;HDSKHGJK;HDFJGK;DF;GA;H
I'd like to offer my eternal devotion to you. Because. GUH.
Will you really write more? Because this is really wonderful. *shot*
HOWEVER, I want to see Oedipal stuff. As in, Alfred lusting over his Mother-figure. >.>; AND FEELING INSANELY GUILTY-CONFLICTED, IDK.
Sex-or near sex is required. Bonus if England also feels the same way-if not, that's also okay.
*is very glad of being anonymous*
*goes back to filling requests in Part II*
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It was something they both knew was wrong. It shouldn’t have even started. There should have been no opening for it to happen. But here they were. Trapped within the sheets of shame. Trapped within each other.
She was the mother. Not entirely pure, but always thought she had his best interests in mind. And right now, as her timeless, skilled hands traveled down his body -- touching in all the right places -- he thought she did.
He was the son. Entirely rebellious and seemingly uncaring of what others thought of who he was and how he acted. Except caught in this moment as his lips pressed against the hollow of her throat, she thought he was a complete gentleman.
Not a word was spoken outside a soft utterance of a name. A heated gasp. A strangled moan as he entered; crossing that line that shouldn’t be crossed. His stomach flipped. Her heart dropped. But they didn’t stop. They couldn’t stop ( ... )
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OH. MY. GOD!
This. THIS! This is better than I was expecting to my rather silly and taboo prompt. OMFG! *flails and fangirls*
The language is so wonderful, the flow and pacing. You mention no names, and that just makes it all the more delicious. asjkfag;HDSKHGJK;HDFJGK;DF;GA;H
I'd like to offer my eternal devotion to you. Because. GUH.
Will you really write more? Because this is really wonderful. *shot*
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M-maybe. >.>;;
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This OP-anon shall die of happiness if you did. *bows* Feel free to kill her~
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