Title: A Matter of Pride Original: Part of a larger, currently untitled, work Characters: Cali (Prince California Hadius), Sny (Sniper Raven) and Miranda Krall Rating: R for voyeurism and mention of sex Word count: 361
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“It’s been awhile,” Miranda whispered.
“Yeah, it has.”
Cali watched from his cover in the bushes, and dismissed the idea in his mind to turn back. If he were to move now, if he were even to breathe the wrong way, Sny would hear him. Miranda might, he wasn’t sure if she would or not, but it wouldn’t surprise him. Sny wouldn’t kill him for this, but Miranda would.
Sny’s hand slid down Miranda’s back and played at the strings that bound her shirt together. Cali recognized that familiarity with clothes, and made note to talk about that later. Sny had said she was only a friend, but right now she wasn’t kissing him as one.
“Why does he always go after the ones I can’t get?” Cali wondered. He supposed it was partially due to respect to his position, but it made him think. Sny had said that Cali was his life, and yet here was something completely foreign and yet not foreign at all. Sny hadn’t had to say anything for Cali to know he had had female lovers, and he had even met a few of them. They weren’t his sort of women.
Miranda drove him insane. Everything she did was an attempt to question him or his position. No one was supposed to be allowed to do that, except his father, or possibly Sny. And he noted, with a flash of jealousy, that such a person shouldn’t be marking Sny like she was on his collarbone. That was one of Cali’s favorite spots.
Miranda’s shirt came free and they threw it to the ground, and Cali found himself looking away. It was not out of modesty, but of pride. He hadn’t come here looking to spy on the two of them, and he wasn’t going to see Miranda naked for the first time as a voyeur. He was determined to have her take off her clothes for him of her own free will. He wanted the both of them at the same time.
He couldn’t block out the noises, and he was sure it would haunt his dreams for times to come. She really was a Krall.
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on 2007-05-27 09:54 pm (UTC)Original: Part of a larger, currently untitled, work
Characters: Cali (Prince California Hadius), Sny (Sniper Raven) and Miranda Krall
Rating: R for voyeurism and mention of sex
Word count: 361
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“It’s been awhile,” Miranda whispered.
“Yeah, it has.”
Cali watched from his cover in the bushes, and dismissed the idea in his mind to turn back. If he were to move now, if he were even to breathe the wrong way, Sny would hear him. Miranda might, he wasn’t sure if she would or not, but it wouldn’t surprise him. Sny wouldn’t kill him for this, but Miranda would.
Sny’s hand slid down Miranda’s back and played at the strings that bound her shirt together. Cali recognized that familiarity with clothes, and made note to talk about that later. Sny had said she was only a friend, but right now she wasn’t kissing him as one.
“Why does he always go after the ones I can’t get?” Cali wondered. He supposed it was partially due to respect to his position, but it made him think. Sny had said that Cali was his life, and yet here was something completely foreign and yet not foreign at all. Sny hadn’t had to say anything for Cali to know he had had female lovers, and he had even met a few of them. They weren’t his sort of women.
Miranda drove him insane. Everything she did was an attempt to question him or his position. No one was supposed to be allowed to do that, except his father, or possibly Sny. And he noted, with a flash of jealousy, that such a person shouldn’t be marking Sny like she was on his collarbone. That was one of Cali’s favorite spots.
Miranda’s shirt came free and they threw it to the ground, and Cali found himself looking away. It was not out of modesty, but of pride. He hadn’t come here looking to spy on the two of them, and he wasn’t going to see Miranda naked for the first time as a voyeur. He was determined to have her take off her clothes for him of her own free will. He wanted the both of them at the same time.
He couldn’t block out the noises, and he was sure it would haunt his dreams for times to come. She really was a Krall.