The challenge, to know what it is, is here.
Addiction, between 450 and 550 words. I have to write ten, but I will do the same as last time. Do not want to go on the run course.
Challenge a: 455 words: Blood +, Diva / Riku. No warning. Thanks to Blackie for the bete.
Challenge two: 463 words, Harry Potter, Hermione with Ron touches. No warning. Again, thanks to Blackie for his bete and advice.
Challenge three: 519 words Harry Potter. Sirius / Remus. Slash.
Challenge four: 476 words, Vampire Knight. Slash Pseudo: Kaname / Zero, thanks to the bete Agus: D
Challenge number one:
I looked. There, standing. Still, frozen. He looked at her with his brown eyes that bewitched his world from the first moment I saw them. And he felt the same thing there.
's expected. I knew she would come at any time.
When he heard footsteps in the hall, put the skin of chicken, stirred her stomach and felt nervous. "Nervous about what? Why?
But instead of seeing herself in the door, I saw him. He went, happy and excited.
No one had approached her and, much less without knowing it.
His hair was short and brown, wearing a sweater rather long, comfortable pants. His eyes were kind to her, brown and fun. He was ... cute.
Suddenly, his eyes shifted and she felt strange. Something that had never suffered.
Disappointment.
- ¾ You're not my sister ¾ said. His brown eyes were filled with horror. In his voice there was the kindness that had seen few seconds.
Your stomach behaved ... rare. Approached him. His lips said something not remember.
All I remember then was how soft her lips crimson substance ran like a wet kiss and delicious.
A groan escaped his lips and was melting at that time. How can something so small could make me feel so good?
needed it back now.
That other human could not interfere with each other. Approached him.
His face was transformed and sighs again felt in the stomach. His eyes were full of fear and horror.
he was approached, elegant. The smell of her reach her rapid breathing as an air kiss to caress her.
bristled skin, anticipatory. It felt so good to have him so close.
was a hunter I enjoyed what I did. Y be prey to child, after a long time, and trembling in front him was the most erotic tasted in your life.
something in her bosom stirred, gently, and he loved it. The victory, knowing that he had beaten his sister's attempts to defeat it, to avoid it obtained what she wanted.
His mind began to cloud of pleasure. The warmth of his body bumped against her as warm, touching. I could almost moaning.
He said a monosyllable with terror. And she was in heaven. Or hell. No matter, not now. I just wanted to feel it.
took the white wire that held her dress and untied. The cold breeze of the movement started, but Riku's eyes, to cross it with something shining in them, made it wet.
I needed. Right now. -------
Challenge number two:
The chest was filled with anguish. How could you pass this to him, it was so good?
His eyes moved quickly following items. The pupils were dilated suddenly, as her golden face empalidecíay her lips parted, muting a groan of horror. Why such bad things happened to him, provided him? thought, sorry. His fingers gripped the lid, brown pasta, but never to do any damage.
passed the yellow page, while his eyes quickly rose to the forefront. His body visibly relaxed, sinking deeper in the comfortable chair near the fireplace, which was previously being hard and edgy, near the edge of the pad.
He realized that his neck was too hard, but he would not move. Not the right time when ...
Oh-For "Merlin! mouth, which had been closed to change page, it reopened with skepticism, his eyes were opened so that seemed to pop out and started breathing hard.
The world no longer existed for her, that moment belonged entirely to his chair, the fireplace was a source of heat in the Gryffindor common room, and her.
closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. Had absorbed everything around him: the smell burning wood, the heat hit him all his right side, heard the whispers of the girls gossiping in a corner and the laughter of a group of men (which were his best friends). But the smell of old leaves, very old, the book that it now rested in his lap, imbued with curiosity, need to read, to find out what was, how it would end.
not know who was the author, was so old that he was surprised that the leaves remained in place. Sighed, resigned to being the victim of an addiction like that.
returned to bring his eyes to the leaves, breathed even more deeply, the smell of the paper and ink. Search for the paragraph that had been and continued reading.
The letters were engraved in his memory slowly, Prelude to emotions so strong and felt themselves to belong to something else, something entirely his own. It is understood introduced to a world full of surprises, mountains new lakes never seen, never studied animals. Feelings, emotions and completely color created for her.
From the distance, three feet away, a redhead looked at her hand and smiled. His own vice: observing be. No thought he had seen anything more beautiful than her there, dimly lit by the fire, jumping from emotion, a sigh of joy, relaxing with loving eyes, writhing in fear and uncertainty, laughing with pleasure. Enjoying something as simple as it was read. ----
Challenge number three:
He was lying on a couch, with legs outstretched, his left hand in his lap and the right with a chocolate bar. He took it to his lips, bit and closed his eyes.
had never realized how erotic Moony when eating sweets again. And when it was chocolate.
mouth went dry. His tongue was wet and demons, but felt he had more pregnant.
Someone called the young werewolf. This looked, did not move more than that. And Sirius felt sick about it.
He said something he did not hear: his brain was dull information. Or rather, empty. But the point was that no could not stop looking at it and could hardly suppress the urge to acércasele.
sabíaa no where to put their hands, how to accommodate his legs. He felt uncomfortable in the chair. The warmth of the fireplace, which have appreciated later, I was going crazy. And if Remus did not stop to chat with whoever was talking, end up in Azkaban but not seen. Was practically writhing on the cushion.
The boy turned away and Remus to concentrate on his chocolate. Now his fingers were smeared by the sweet, but he did not care much. What I do not care (and could not see) was like the werewolf in the room she shared licking sweet that he got to the sides of the mouth.
nailed his fingers into the arms of sillóny felt a twinge there. Do Moony wanted to go insane? She twisted her legs to hide it. The temperature his body was raised, but nothing mattered more than the pink tongue that ran eager lips of his friend.
That, Sirius, your friend, nothing more. thought desperately. What the hell was happening?
bar was completed and closed his eyes in ecstasy. And he felt dizzy, wanting to see this face near it, blushing, with swollen lips and bright eyes. Shit.
Remus looked at his fingers and noticed brown spots on them. He shrugged and took the index to his lips, slowly. A Padfood seemed like an eternity. A very long and endless, that killed him. The tip of the tip disappeared into the mouth of his friend, who walked softly, so gently that he could not breathe.
It took another and licked at the same or more intensity than before (or so I saw him in his situation.) And then the thumb, which was more stained than the other two.
A muffled moan escaped her lips, as James, sitting over there playing wizard chess with Peter, looked strange, but not worried. He made no comment to save his best friend erotic torture he suffered. Cursed.
took his things, annoying. She was not dying and Remus looked at him. In a rage, went to the stairs, with a firm decision to take a cold shower.
While a chocolate eyes followed him, mocking.
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Challenge Four:
from below. He was always there, looking anywhere but all at once. The melancholy that adorned his face made him wonder a million things.
was always like: breathing became deeper, overshadowed his eyes slowly, his face losing more and more color, her hair turned a plane is always lively around, his hands clenched to the sides and sometimes even scratched the old glass that separated him from the world as if to escape its virtual prison, where he had been confined.
Everything was changing, always at that hour, minutes before sunset.
Just when wearing the uniform of the Night Class, ready to play its part.
was as if his mind and body to become something more, it became sadness, hopelessness and pain . It was a collage deep fear, hidden and embedded in his chest, which ran an endless road and timely, which overflowed its skin, was etched on his body.
And he was down there, silent witness to the pain of one who was hating. But could not.
knew her body twitched whenever he saw that his soul was troubled in advance, fearing the reasons. Before
doubted the consequences of those changes. But not used to that grief which filled a body, which became small for so much grief.
He felt uncomfortable, every time I went that time. Because intrusive thought something was not understood. The clothes became meaningless cloth, trees lost color, the walls became old, the air was heavy, wet with tears that none of them had ; an
allowed to spill and wanted to leave, but he was chained. And I wanted to yell to stop, he should not suffer like this, but his throat was empty of vocal cords and lungs lost in air. And I wanted to show that there were many things for which to smile, because veíay felt. And I wanted to say I was not alone, although they believed, he knew he was there, dying drowned in horrible things. And I wanted to show that you could always be worse, but did not feel the strength to do it.
Because, many times, he also wanted to stand there and feel so to understand. But I knew it was not necessary, because it was suffering.
Suddenly, the dull brown eyes locked on hers. He felt no clothes, no air and no strength. It was like without a spear running through it from head to foot, slowly. And a long, hard feeling to be exposed as a violator of something so intimate.
patient was believed, related to something he did not want. It was like an addiction which could not escape, and they did not want.
Then climb the other
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