Act of Will (Shang Tsung/Mileena)
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Standard boilerplate: past!fic, vaguely in the same general world-sense or continuity as this. m/f, general consent issues. 200 words.
His signature dries and she waits for it to disappear. When it doesn't, she reads the document again to be certain there isn't more trickery. He fulfilled their accord to the letter. He didn't alter a single stroke. These orders are valid, permanent, and cannot be rescinded by anyone but him. It's good that she's taken to wearing gloves. Her palms are sweating and that would wreak havoc with the parchment.
She replaces it carefully into the lacquer box and sets that by the door. She wants to be able to see it.
Her veil is gone. He witched it off her face the instant she stepped in. She's always more confined with her shame uncovered.
"Don't thank me," he says, as close to gentle as he ever comes.
His grip isn’t something she can break, but she struggles for him as he drags her forward. He sighs in approval. What little modesty she has is gone with a breath and a gesture. His hands are smooth and too hot. Her skin blisters; her gasp of pain is genuine. Only then does he smile.
Her lips convulse back from her teeth in a snarl. "Did you think I would?"
His signature dries and she waits for it to disappear. When it doesn't, she reads the document again to be certain there isn't more trickery. He fulfilled their accord to the letter. He didn't alter a single stroke. These orders are valid, permanent, and cannot be rescinded by anyone but him. It's good that she's taken to wearing gloves. Her palms are sweating and that would wreak havoc with the parchment.
She replaces it carefully into the lacquer box and sets that by the door. She wants to be able to see it.
Her veil is gone. He witched it off her face the instant she stepped in. She's always more confined with her shame uncovered.
"Don't thank me," he says, as close to gentle as he ever comes.
His grip isn’t something she can break, but she struggles for him as he drags her forward. He sighs in approval. What little modesty she has is gone with a breath and a gesture. His hands are smooth and too hot. Her skin blisters; her gasp of pain is genuine. Only then does he smile.
Her lips convulse back from her teeth in a snarl. "Did you think I would?"
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Date: 2007-08-24 01:39 am (UTC)There's also another FMA entry on the index that's labeled as Fullmetal Alchemist [Sub]. I assume that's the official one, but it only has the first four episodes.
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Date: 2007-08-24 02:29 am (UTC)You win some win cookies! ♥ Seriously I'm so stupidly happy right now, I think you made my weekend. ^_^
Much love.
(Our schedules are exact opposites of each other -_-; Apparently there's no such thing as T/Th classes that don't meet at dawn. I have to get up at four just to make it to the ones that start at ten. Mass transit for the LOSE. *Facedesk.*)
And I just found the Bondage!post. I'm not being an ass on purpose; my LJ keeps barfing. Stepdad finally fixed the router, though.
Yeah.
Thank you! ^_^
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Date: 2007-08-24 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-24 06:22 pm (UTC)(I was being crypticish 'cause I can't get comment screening to work like it should, and I wasn't sure if you wanted 'the whole internet'--or, like, all three people on said internet who actually read this journal-- to "see" a public reference to same.)