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Here's Mari-oneshot, number one, called 'Smell':
Everyone on this Earth has a distinct smell, a scent all of their own. No two people share the same smell, giving every individual their own unique scent, a sensory ID card, of sorts.
With her slightly heightened senses, Max had become good at identifying people by their smells. Not as good as Iggy, of course, but she could, if necessary, tell you which Flock member was whom by their scent. This ability had always been a nice, if slightly useless one.
But during her captivity with Ari, it had become her curse.
The foul scent of Eraser had been bad enough to have to breathe in on occasion during a fight, but when it was there every moment of every day, surrounding her, it only went downhill.
Even when Ari wasn’t there, his scent lingered on, in her room, on her clothes, in her bed. After a while, she realized that even her skin was starting to take on the distinct, unique doglike smell that was Eraser. It was horrible, having the scent she had come to despise so deeply hang about her at all times. The worst part was that Ari seemed to like the fact that her own smell mingled with his. It was true that there wasn’t a more awkward situation in the world than having someone come up behind you, embrace you, and press their nose to your neck for the sole purpose of smelling you.
Yet, at the same time, Ari-And his scent- was the one constant in her life, the one thing she could depend on that didn’t ever change. Max needed Ari, and his admittedly comforting stability.
Ari was her lifeline, and without him, she didn’t know where she would be. Even though he and that accursed scent enveloped her, choking her, kept her from freedom, she still needed it. Without at least one constant, she would become insane.
His smell imprisoned her, but at the same time, it saved her.
And the second oneshot, this one untitled as of now, though if you have any suggestions, they are most welcome:
“Pick, Max. It’s time for you to pick.”
The dread was so powerful that it seemed to choke her as she stared at her family, all five of them, pinned down and restrained, guns pointed at their head. Ari’s hairy arm was wrapped tightly around her slim waist, holding her to him. She could feel something pressed against the small of her back, and was pretty sure she knew what it was, but didn’t let herself think about it.
Her Flocks’ lives, at the cost of her own freedom, or their death on her consciousness as she roamed free?
It was almost too easy.
“Ari…” She said his name, letting her voice trail off as she gathered strength to continue. He sighed, seeming to enjoy the way his name sounded when she said it, as his free hand came to her cheek, stroking it lightly.
Max’s voice trembled slightly as she continued, “I’ve decided. I’ll…I’ll go with you. Don’t hurt them, let them go, please.”
She could almost feel Ari smile, and shivered when he shifted slightly, and her suspicions as to what the hard thing she could feel was were confirmed.
The almost painful surge of joy that rushed through Ari was overwhelming. Max had chosen him. Of course, she had no real control in the matter, but it didn’t matter. She was coming with him, to be his friend and lover.
He almost didn’t hear his Voice.
Ari, this is no time to be gloating. There’s still a chance she could escape, you should leave now.
He would listen to his Voice, but not right away. It was time for Ari to have a little fun with his pretty toy.
Ari lowered his head to Max’s shoulder, pulling the thin fabric of the tank top she wore in defense against the hot summer son between his teeth, and slid it off, baring her pale shoulder. Pressing his mouth to her warm skin, he kissed the soft flesh, nipping at it gently. He could hear Fang growl, but ignored him; he was going to enjoy every moment of this.
He licked at her skin, kissing his way towards her neck, until he reached the little dent between shoulder and neck. Ari’s tongue, become more and more Eraser-like by the second, dipped into the indent, moving around, licking up the sweat and smells of Max.
After a minute, he moved up Max’s neck, loving the sweet, sweet taste of her skin. Almost involuntarily, he groaned, grinding his hips into her rear, forcing her to arch back towards him by tightening his grip on her waist. She tried to pull away, not liking the way the thing pressed against her back seemed to be growing, and how there were flecks of slobber dotting her now-bare shoulder.
Ari found her earlobe, and pulled it between his lips, sucking gently, still grinding into her from behind. When she panicked, trying to twist out of his grasp, he growled, and bit down on it, liking the startled cry that fell from her lips.
He released her ear lobe, and opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to slide out. He flicked it against the back of her ear, finding the sensitive spot where the ear met her head, and dragged his tongue along it. Max’s knees nearly gave out, and the only thing that kept her standing was the arm still wrapped around her. The tiniest of moans fell from her lips, and Ari smiled, loving her reactions. It wouldn’t be long before Max gave herself up to him forever, the way he needed her to be.
Max was his.
You belong to me, my snow white queen…
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Everyone on this Earth has a distinct smell, a scent all of their own. No two people share the same smell, giving every individual their own unique scent, a sensory ID card, of sorts.
With her slightly heightened senses, Max had become good at identifying people by their smells. Not as good as Iggy, of course, but she could, if necessary, tell you which Flock member was whom by their scent. This ability had always been a nice, if slightly useless one.
But during her captivity with Ari, it had become her curse.
The foul scent of Eraser had been bad enough to have to breathe in on occasion during a fight, but when it was there every moment of every day, surrounding her, it only went downhill.
Even when Ari wasn’t there, his scent lingered on, in her room, on her clothes, in her bed. After a while, she realized that even her skin was starting to take on the distinct, unique doglike smell that was Eraser. It was horrible, having the scent she had come to despise so deeply hang about her at all times. The worst part was that Ari seemed to like the fact that her own smell mingled with his. It was true that there wasn’t a more awkward situation in the world than having someone come up behind you, embrace you, and press their nose to your neck for the sole purpose of smelling you.
Yet, at the same time, Ari-And his scent- was the one constant in her life, the one thing she could depend on that didn’t ever change. Max needed Ari, and his admittedly comforting stability.
Ari was her lifeline, and without him, she didn’t know where she would be. Even though he and that accursed scent enveloped her, choking her, kept her from freedom, she still needed it. Without at least one constant, she would become insane.
His smell imprisoned her, but at the same time, it saved her.
And the second oneshot, this one untitled as of now, though if you have any suggestions, they are most welcome:
“Pick, Max. It’s time for you to pick.”
The dread was so powerful that it seemed to choke her as she stared at her family, all five of them, pinned down and restrained, guns pointed at their head. Ari’s hairy arm was wrapped tightly around her slim waist, holding her to him. She could feel something pressed against the small of her back, and was pretty sure she knew what it was, but didn’t let herself think about it.
Her Flocks’ lives, at the cost of her own freedom, or their death on her consciousness as she roamed free?
It was almost too easy.
“Ari…” She said his name, letting her voice trail off as she gathered strength to continue. He sighed, seeming to enjoy the way his name sounded when she said it, as his free hand came to her cheek, stroking it lightly.
Max’s voice trembled slightly as she continued, “I’ve decided. I’ll…I’ll go with you. Don’t hurt them, let them go, please.”
She could almost feel Ari smile, and shivered when he shifted slightly, and her suspicions as to what the hard thing she could feel was were confirmed.
The almost painful surge of joy that rushed through Ari was overwhelming. Max had chosen him. Of course, she had no real control in the matter, but it didn’t matter. She was coming with him, to be his friend and lover.
He almost didn’t hear his Voice.
Ari, this is no time to be gloating. There’s still a chance she could escape, you should leave now.
He would listen to his Voice, but not right away. It was time for Ari to have a little fun with his pretty toy.
Ari lowered his head to Max’s shoulder, pulling the thin fabric of the tank top she wore in defense against the hot summer son between his teeth, and slid it off, baring her pale shoulder. Pressing his mouth to her warm skin, he kissed the soft flesh, nipping at it gently. He could hear Fang growl, but ignored him; he was going to enjoy every moment of this.
He licked at her skin, kissing his way towards her neck, until he reached the little dent between shoulder and neck. Ari’s tongue, become more and more Eraser-like by the second, dipped into the indent, moving around, licking up the sweat and smells of Max.
After a minute, he moved up Max’s neck, loving the sweet, sweet taste of her skin. Almost involuntarily, he groaned, grinding his hips into her rear, forcing her to arch back towards him by tightening his grip on her waist. She tried to pull away, not liking the way the thing pressed against her back seemed to be growing, and how there were flecks of slobber dotting her now-bare shoulder.
Ari found her earlobe, and pulled it between his lips, sucking gently, still grinding into her from behind. When she panicked, trying to twist out of his grasp, he growled, and bit down on it, liking the startled cry that fell from her lips.
He released her ear lobe, and opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to slide out. He flicked it against the back of her ear, finding the sensitive spot where the ear met her head, and dragged his tongue along it. Max’s knees nearly gave out, and the only thing that kept her standing was the arm still wrapped around her. The tiniest of moans fell from her lips, and Ari smiled, loving her reactions. It wouldn’t be long before Max gave herself up to him forever, the way he needed her to be.
Max was his.
You belong to me, my snow white queen…
Did you like them? Review!
O.G.