Um... WTF???
Title: Scars Perfect Moment.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Scar x me!
Warning: Might be a little bit OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or Scar, but I do own Precious Royette Mustang, and if any of you bitches touch her I'm going to unleash a can of whoop on your ass!
Precious Royette Mustang faced down her opponent with a dazzling smile, showing her brilliant white teeth. Her flaming red hare blew in the wind like a hurricane of ribbons and her rainbow colored eyes danced to the beat of a different drummer.
"SCAR!" she said with a voice that was both melodic and husky, "Today you have met your match. Your evil days are over."
Scar looked at her beauty and felt his heart lurch. Although as the bastard daughter of the infamous Flame Alchemist, he knew this half-isballan goddess had committed the sin of Alchemy and must die at his hand, he knew he couldn't do it. His hand fell impotently by his warmly muscled thigh.
"Forgive me, Royette," he said. "Seeing your heavenly beauty has taught me the error of my ways. I cannot kill you."
Royette smiled, her face lighting up like a christmas tree. "It is okay, I forgive you and Jesus forgives you too."
"Tell me about Jesus, for I can see his love shining through your glowing skin and hair," said Scar.
"Jesus, died for our sins. Even yours. Now you are free of your guilt." She reached out her arms and took Scar in them and he knew all his guilt was lifted. He was happy.
"I love you, Precious Royette."
"I love you, too." And they kissed. It was like two flower petals, moist with morning dew, stroking each other in the soft spring time zephyr. (this is where the good part comes in … hee hee, I said come!)
"If u love me than show me," said Scar manfully, as he lowered her reed slender body to the gound. Her breasts heaved in anticipation, like two white kittens playing in a basket.
"I want you so much," she said, her tongue raced down his meaty shoulder like a salamander of flame. She felt his manhood rise like the staff of Odin against the flower bed of her thigh. "Oh you are so big," she cried, throatily.
Their clothes flew in every direction at once and soon they were breathing heavily of each others rich sweaty perfume. His organ of lust moved like a conductors baton, up and down, left and right. Hitting her most special spots.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she repeated, over and over again, as pleasure sang in her secret garden. His love muscle flexed and throbbed in her velvet glove driving her to the highest hights. The river flowed between them, fast and turbulent. Soon she could take no more and she screamed, "I love you, Scarry!"
Scar breathed faster and faster, knowing that he was nearing the end of his race, for now he realized his entire life had been building towards this moment. Now that he felt true love, he could finally take back his true name. As he pushed his mighty rod of righteousness deeper into her molten honey center, he saw redemption at last.
"Precious Royette Mustang," he grunted. "I remember my name…. It is -"
A/N: OOOOH Cliffie! Please R and R (but go easy this is my first fic like this). Next chapter Scar marries Royette and they plan their wedding (which is totally my dream wedding) and it's going to be really really cool. But I won't write it unless I get at least 5 comments!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Scar x me!
Warning: Might be a little bit OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or Scar, but I do own Precious Royette Mustang, and if any of you bitches touch her I'm going to unleash a can of whoop on your ass!
Precious Royette Mustang faced down her opponent with a dazzling smile, showing her brilliant white teeth. Her flaming red hare blew in the wind like a hurricane of ribbons and her rainbow colored eyes danced to the beat of a different drummer.
"SCAR!" she said with a voice that was both melodic and husky, "Today you have met your match. Your evil days are over."
Scar looked at her beauty and felt his heart lurch. Although as the bastard daughter of the infamous Flame Alchemist, he knew this half-isballan goddess had committed the sin of Alchemy and must die at his hand, he knew he couldn't do it. His hand fell impotently by his warmly muscled thigh.
"Forgive me, Royette," he said. "Seeing your heavenly beauty has taught me the error of my ways. I cannot kill you."
Royette smiled, her face lighting up like a christmas tree. "It is okay, I forgive you and Jesus forgives you too."
"Tell me about Jesus, for I can see his love shining through your glowing skin and hair," said Scar.
"Jesus, died for our sins. Even yours. Now you are free of your guilt." She reached out her arms and took Scar in them and he knew all his guilt was lifted. He was happy.
"I love you, Precious Royette."
"I love you, too." And they kissed. It was like two flower petals, moist with morning dew, stroking each other in the soft spring time zephyr. (this is where the good part comes in … hee hee, I said come!)
"If u love me than show me," said Scar manfully, as he lowered her reed slender body to the gound. Her breasts heaved in anticipation, like two white kittens playing in a basket.
"I want you so much," she said, her tongue raced down his meaty shoulder like a salamander of flame. She felt his manhood rise like the staff of Odin against the flower bed of her thigh. "Oh you are so big," she cried, throatily.
Their clothes flew in every direction at once and soon they were breathing heavily of each others rich sweaty perfume. His organ of lust moved like a conductors baton, up and down, left and right. Hitting her most special spots.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she repeated, over and over again, as pleasure sang in her secret garden. His love muscle flexed and throbbed in her velvet glove driving her to the highest hights. The river flowed between them, fast and turbulent. Soon she could take no more and she screamed, "I love you, Scarry!"
Scar breathed faster and faster, knowing that he was nearing the end of his race, for now he realized his entire life had been building towards this moment. Now that he felt true love, he could finally take back his true name. As he pushed his mighty rod of righteousness deeper into her molten honey center, he saw redemption at last.
"Precious Royette Mustang," he grunted. "I remember my name…. It is -"
A/N: OOOOH Cliffie! Please R and R (but go easy this is my first fic like this). Next chapter Scar marries Royette and they plan their wedding (which is totally my dream wedding) and it's going to be really really cool. But I won't write it unless I get at least 5 comments!