"There are ties that run deeper than blood, mon chéri." Slim fingers meshed with Kokoro's and the blonde lifted their joined hands to her breast. Beneath her skin, her heart beat strong and steady, though it sped up a bit at the contact. "Is it so wrong for two people that love each other to be together?" No… She supposed not.
And, as the glass-walled lift made its way upward, all Tifa could think was, "I hope Aeris is alright..." After a daring rescue, it's only natural for the hero (or heroine) to be rewarded.
"You're my sister." He said it as though that was the answer to everything—and it really was. The royal Fire Benders may have been counterintuitively cold towards each other, but Zuko really did love his sister. And it seemed he knew her better than even she knew herself. Who knew she would find herself asking *him* for advice?
As Bayonetta watched Jeanne zip off on her motorcycle, leaping over taxi cabs and creating general havoc in the city they currently called home, she mused that her fellow Umbra Witch did indeed know how to make an entrance… But then again, so did she. After all, slaughtering masses of Angels tended to get her a little hot under her skin-tight collar.
Jhudora had never been particularly good at resisting temptation.
In the end, Rei Hino's day didn't really matter because no matter how hard she tried to stay preoccupied her desire remained, bubbling just beneath the skin, and there was no amount of productivity that erased it.
A mother was supposed to love her children—the pure, unadulterated affections of one who sought to give the best to their genetic successor. Not like *this*.
Sometimes, getting what you thought you wanted isn't all it's cracked up to be.
A game of cat and mouse. But it's no fun if there isn't any challenge in the chase.
"We all have a reason to run away." Kurenai opened her mouth then closed it, understanding that sentiment completely. Finally, she sighed and slumped against the purple-haired Jounin, resting her head against the other woman's shoulder, and her friend reached up and mussed her hair. "We'll be fine."
A grin spread across Yang's face, blinding in its elation, and she ghosted her fingertips over Blake's features—from the slant of golden orbs to the corners of her mouth and along the curve of the brunette's jaw—slowly, adoringly. And, in the companionable lull that followed, there was finally peace and quiet.
Ashe, I'm giving this to you because you're the only one I can trust. For your eyes only. Oh, and I'm really sorry I'm getting there later than I had planned. I know you hate tardiness, but I've been— Well, just read on. You'll understand. I wanted her to trust me. I *needed* her to trust me. That was why I kissed her.
"Jealous?" Freddy had asked. If only he knew… It wasn't *Carly* that she was jealous of, but him. The thought of them together made her want to puke up blood only because of the sinking feeling in her stomach that accompanied the disappointed throb of her heart.
"You're insatiable," Aurora breathed, parting her thighs eagerly. They both were. A collection of drabbles. (3/3)
Even the fiery breath of a dragon can't help Shyvana break free from the Rise of the Thorns's embrace, but she isn't about to allow herself to be tamed without a fight. Riot, begin making a new Dragon Tamer Zyra skin. I'll be waiting.
Genis is tired of Raine's bossier-than-usual attitude and so he enlists the help of a certain assassin to find out what's eating her. As it turns out, he isn't the only one whose limits are tested by the brilliant, bossy scholar.
Because, against all odds, she really did like Jinx. Which meant there was a masochist lurking within her because the troublemaking little shit was a pain in her ass and a pox on the entirety of Piltover.
With every clash of their blades, the respect that Fiora had developed for Riven evolved into something so much deeper and more meaningful.
Aurora raised a hand to her breast, part of her horrified at the sight of such a regal woman kneeling before someone as plain and average as she, part of her deeply honored by the gesture. Because the blonde knew that the moor knew no queen, nor would it ever need one. (2/3)
They were worlds apart and it was likely best that Maleficent watch from the shadows rather than get involved with the blossoming princess. It was a shame that Aurora was already under her skin. (1/3)