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Windstorm...(Weather Topic Entry)
Okay, we have two people who use this journal, Makoto, and myself (Kas), so if I post a submission, and Makoto does too, I apologize for any confusion that might cause. I've tried to be really good about signing anything I post in comments, but sometimes I forget. ;_;
-Kas
Title: Windstorm (I am not good with titles. ;_;)
Rating: R
Pairing: Shanks x Ben
Words: 148
Notes: Not really out and out sex, but some some definate lusting. Minor seastorm, with a boat docked in port. *grins*
The sound of the wind howling outside seemed to mirror his own need, and the waves smacking against the side of the ship, reminded him of the sound of skin hitting skin.
He closed his eyes, a low noise sounding in his throat, as he reached down to stroke himself through his pants.
“Damnit,” he murmured. “Where’s Ben? He was supposed to go over and tell the crew we’d watch the boat until the small storm passed, and then we’d set out again,” he complained to himself, blue eyes dark with need.
The door swung open, letting in a harsh gust of wind. The storm seemed to be getting worse, Shanks thought to himself. We’d better make this quick...
“Waiting for someone, captain?” Ben asked with a grin, his grip on the door firm, as he pulled it shut behind him.
He barely managed to get it closed, before Shanks pounced.
-Kas
Title: Windstorm (I am not good with titles. ;_;)
Rating: R
Pairing: Shanks x Ben
Words: 148
Notes: Not really out and out sex, but some some definate lusting. Minor seastorm, with a boat docked in port. *grins*
The sound of the wind howling outside seemed to mirror his own need, and the waves smacking against the side of the ship, reminded him of the sound of skin hitting skin.
He closed his eyes, a low noise sounding in his throat, as he reached down to stroke himself through his pants.
“Damnit,” he murmured. “Where’s Ben? He was supposed to go over and tell the crew we’d watch the boat until the small storm passed, and then we’d set out again,” he complained to himself, blue eyes dark with need.
The door swung open, letting in a harsh gust of wind. The storm seemed to be getting worse, Shanks thought to himself. We’d better make this quick...
“Waiting for someone, captain?” Ben asked with a grin, his grip on the door firm, as he pulled it shut behind him.
He barely managed to get it closed, before Shanks pounced.
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-k.