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Jun. 17th, 2004 01:13 amI managed to write 2 drabbles yesterday. So here are they:
Yummy!
by KatiKat
Duo held Heero´s eyes as he took it into his mouth. He licked at the hard red surface, swirling his tongue around its sweetness, then moved up and down its length. With a satisfied smile, he noticed Heero groan deeply in his throat. The Japanese boy´s eyes grew dark with desire as he licked his suddenly dry lips.
"Mr Maxwell!" The shrill sound of their teacher´s screeching voice broke through the haze of excitement they shared. "Lollipops do not belong in school!"
The End
Summary: Naughty boys! :D
The Accent
by KatiKat
The old professor sat on the bench in the park. He was feeding the ducks in the pond and listening to the heated conversation of the two boys sitting nearby. When the Japanese one stood up and with a "Sit tight!" order (enforced with a glare) left his braided companion, the Englishman gave in to his curiosity, stood up and went over to him.
"My dear boy, your accent intrigues me," he said. "May I ask where you come from? Eastern Europe? Maybe Russia?"
The boy blinked at him owlishly with tired, red-rimmed eyes. "Daz notten assent. Daza cold!"
The professor sweatdropped.
The End
Summary: Old Englishmen are just way too curious! :D
And, BTW -
yami_tai, girl? Next time, we will have to chat through ICQ. They set up games there too and they seem quite interesting! I downloaded the ICQ4 version and wow! It really surprised me! :)
Yummy!
by KatiKat
Duo held Heero´s eyes as he took it into his mouth. He licked at the hard red surface, swirling his tongue around its sweetness, then moved up and down its length. With a satisfied smile, he noticed Heero groan deeply in his throat. The Japanese boy´s eyes grew dark with desire as he licked his suddenly dry lips.
"Mr Maxwell!" The shrill sound of their teacher´s screeching voice broke through the haze of excitement they shared. "Lollipops do not belong in school!"
The End
Summary: Naughty boys! :D
The Accent
by KatiKat
The old professor sat on the bench in the park. He was feeding the ducks in the pond and listening to the heated conversation of the two boys sitting nearby. When the Japanese one stood up and with a "Sit tight!" order (enforced with a glare) left his braided companion, the Englishman gave in to his curiosity, stood up and went over to him.
"My dear boy, your accent intrigues me," he said. "May I ask where you come from? Eastern Europe? Maybe Russia?"
The boy blinked at him owlishly with tired, red-rimmed eyes. "Daz notten assent. Daza cold!"
The professor sweatdropped.
The End
Summary: Old Englishmen are just way too curious! :D
And, BTW -