http://good_and_proper.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] good-and-proper.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2007-02-20 10:44 pm

Log: Complete

When; February 20, Late Night
Rating; Pg-13, most likely to change
Characters; Aizen[livejournal.com profile] good_and_proper and Rori[livejournal.com profile] sister_servant
Summary; Aizen feels restless with arrival of a new power after so many curses in a row, and decides to have some company over.
Log;

Aizen was casually sitting in his state room, leisurely watching the goings on of the city from his balcony. Despite his serene appearance, his leg and finger were tapping incessantly. He didn't even seem to be looking at the city, but more like over it.

"So interesting..."

[identity profile] sister-servant.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
This time, the sound wasn't restrained to a gasp. A full groan rolled from her lips as her hands fell to rest on his head. It didn't take but a moment for her fingers to twine in his hair, instinct leading her to keep him as close as possible.. close enough to ensure her own pleasure.

She squirmed under him, legs open to allow him as much room as she could give while keeping her feet steady on the bed, letting her hips surge against his touches.

"... am I truly pleasing to you... Aizen-sama?"

[identity profile] sister-servant.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
She drew in a deep breath, hoping it would center her, but the so called calming breath ended in a rough curse, one learned from time around the Privaron. The muscles in her thighs tightened as her legs shifted, wanting to close around the mercilessly teasing head but she wouldn't dare.

As close as she was, she wouldn't allow herself release until she knew he wished it...

[identity profile] sister-servant.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Against her wishes, her internal muscles clenched around his fingers as the coil finally snapped. With a harsh cry, her hips jerked again, pressing against his hand as she rode out her climax.

Voice gone hoarse, she panted out her masters name, pulling her tense hands from his hair.

[identity profile] sister-servant.livejournal.com 2007-02-23 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
The pressure was different, but most welcome. Her hands clasped his shoulders, nails digging in a little as she pushed down against him.

She remained quiet, only her heavy breath showing the sweet burn she was feeling.