I've written a drabble.
I know, I'm a little worried too. Especially since it's about Warren, of all people. PG-13-ish, I would say, and set when he's in the process of building April.
Warnings: None (though you've read the bits above, right?)
Parts.
Cutting out the labia, he realised it wasn’t working.
This was supposed to be the best part, but it was the least sexual thing he’d ever done. The measurements were so precise, his movements so clinical... These flaps of plastic would never turn him on.
He’d so enjoyed buying the material, fingering it with the shop girl right there. Had a slight turn, of course, when she’d told him it was used for the teats of baby bottles - he wasn’t sick after all. But he’d gotten over that. It was just plastic.
Thing was, it would never be anything else.
/
I would like to reassure everyone that I've also been writing some Spuffy fluff. ;)
Quinara.
Warnings: None (though you've read the bits above, right?)
Parts.
Cutting out the labia, he realised it wasn’t working.
This was supposed to be the best part, but it was the least sexual thing he’d ever done. The measurements were so precise, his movements so clinical... These flaps of plastic would never turn him on.
He’d so enjoyed buying the material, fingering it with the shop girl right there. Had a slight turn, of course, when she’d told him it was used for the teats of baby bottles - he wasn’t sick after all. But he’d gotten over that. It was just plastic.
Thing was, it would never be anything else.
/
I would like to reassure everyone that I've also been writing some Spuffy fluff. ;)
Quinara.