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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-10-23 08:47 am
endless_scrolls) wrote2010-10-23 08:47 am
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A Losing Battle
Title: A Losing Battle
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten, Mitarashi Anko
Pairing(s): A bit of Anko/Tenten (cuz she so tops)
Warning(s): Implications of sexual themes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short and randomly written fic/drabble inspired by the events and planned plots that took place at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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semchance I love your muses. Period. Also to ca_jas. You finally got that yuri you've always wanted me to write. ^___~
Hidden under the cover of darkness, there was hardly anything left in the world to stop her fingers from gripping roughly at hips that were too slender to be considered healthy. And yet she could feel the power and the strength lingering just underneath the surface, coiled and poised to explode in one massive burst at any given moment. Yes, indeed, Anko had always seemed like a lit firecracker just waiting for a spark or a flame to release all of the potential beauty and danger compacted into her lithe frame. Tonight, she had chosen to pass the match to Tenten. And the younger woman was not one to disappoint.
It was certainly not the first time she had ever kissed a woman. The years Tenten spent in the drama club had allotted plenty of opportunities for that. But they had never been serious considerations; never had been enticing possibilities. Instead, they were nothing more than a job. An obligation. A role that needed to be played in order to make it believable. And the mantra continued to play on repeat even now as Anko's slim and searching fingers burned across her skin. The only difference was that it only sounded like a deluded lie, now, rather than a quiet truth. Of all the girls -- of all the women -- Tenten had kissed in her life, both on and off the stage, none had ever been so addicting or forcefully tempting than her.
And Tenten made sure she knew that.
"Heh, I knew you were a biter."
The thin line of the younger's lips curved up in a knowing and mischievous smirk, chuckling softly against the gentle curve of the other's neck. "And you're not?"
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Naruto
Character(s): Tenten, Mitarashi Anko
Pairing(s): A bit of Anko/Tenten (cuz she so tops)
Warning(s): Implications of sexual themes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short and randomly written fic/drabble inspired by the events and planned plots that took place at
red_moon_comm. Dedicated to:
semchance I love your muses. Period. Also to ca_jas. You finally got that yuri you've always wanted me to write. ^___~Hidden under the cover of darkness, there was hardly anything left in the world to stop her fingers from gripping roughly at hips that were too slender to be considered healthy. And yet she could feel the power and the strength lingering just underneath the surface, coiled and poised to explode in one massive burst at any given moment. Yes, indeed, Anko had always seemed like a lit firecracker just waiting for a spark or a flame to release all of the potential beauty and danger compacted into her lithe frame. Tonight, she had chosen to pass the match to Tenten. And the younger woman was not one to disappoint.
It was certainly not the first time she had ever kissed a woman. The years Tenten spent in the drama club had allotted plenty of opportunities for that. But they had never been serious considerations; never had been enticing possibilities. Instead, they were nothing more than a job. An obligation. A role that needed to be played in order to make it believable. And the mantra continued to play on repeat even now as Anko's slim and searching fingers burned across her skin. The only difference was that it only sounded like a deluded lie, now, rather than a quiet truth. Of all the girls -- of all the women -- Tenten had kissed in her life, both on and off the stage, none had ever been so addicting or forcefully tempting than her.
And Tenten made sure she knew that.
"Heh, I knew you were a biter."
The thin line of the younger's lips curved up in a knowing and mischievous smirk, chuckling softly against the gentle curve of the other's neck. "And you're not?"
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