| We might as well / Never have met |
anonymous
August 31 2011, 16:20:52 UTC
"That dress looks lovely on you," Itsuki loosens his tie and reaches for the tea sitting on the edge of the table. Suzumiya and Kyon have gone out - her to purchase, he to carry - and Asahina has no care for chess.
She blushes, smiles. Repeats a customary phrase. In the corner Nagato flips pages upon pages of science-fiction.
He stands and excuses himself, fingers lingering on the wood of the doorframe. The furthest bathroom should be... And when he steps back through the entryway, a twist of his fingers ensures the quiet click of the lock. Asahina checks the gas stove, holding her hand above the heat. She lingers between oolong and jasmine. Arranges the cups
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anonymous
September 1 2011, 21:01:45 UTC
I'm writing at least a second post worth of continuation, so it isn't done yet. It's just taking forever because I've never written porn at all before. Asahina's hard to write without being so weepy that it's a turn-off.
| or was our meeting / already determined long before we were born? |
anonymous
September 1 2011, 22:23:15 UTC
Koizumi sighs quietly, and glides over her underwear. Traces a fingernail down the middle, pausing stripe after pastel stripe, until the point where his leg blocks the way. She squirms, looking fearfully at Nagato, but he steals her attention with a kiss. Her bangs tickle his face - he brushes them back before placing both arms around her thighs again, and grinds slowly into her. Her lip quivers, hands slipping, and Itsuki's attention moves to the corners of her mouth.
"Am I being too forceful?" He mumbles, and Asahina lightly shakes her head.
As she rolls her hips he presses her harder into the wall to make up for his lack of grip. Wishing he could loosen his tie or remove his blazer. Mikuru's fingers settle in his hair and at the base of his neck, curling inwards. They're moving faster now - her sounds are louder - and they've taken so long that Suzumiya could walk in on them at any moment. In theory.Nagato closes her book and Koizumi promptly releases the maid, setting her on the ground. Hands held up in a helpless gesture as
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anonymous
September 1 2011, 23:33:23 UTC
I don't think Nagato would stop anyone as long as it wasn't someone killing someone else - she didn't stop Kyon from almost hitting Haruhi in the novels. Similarly I don't think Itsuki would really care, but Mikuru...
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She blushes, smiles. Repeats a customary phrase. In the corner Nagato flips pages upon pages of science-fiction.
He stands and excuses himself, fingers lingering on the wood of the doorframe. The furthest bathroom should be... And when he steps back through the entryway, a twist of his fingers ensures the quiet click of the lock. Asahina checks the gas stove, holding her hand above the heat. She lingers between oolong and jasmine. Arranges the cups ( ... )
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"Am I being too forceful?" He mumbles, and Asahina lightly shakes her head.
As she rolls her hips he presses her harder into the wall to make up for his lack of grip. Wishing he could loosen his tie or remove his blazer. Mikuru's fingers settle in his hair and at the base of his neck, curling inwards. They're moving faster now - her sounds are louder - and they've taken so long that Suzumiya could walk in on them at any moment. In theory.Nagato closes her book and Koizumi promptly releases the maid, setting her on the ground. Hands held up in a helpless gesture as ( ... )
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It was interesting that Nagato was there too.
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