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kat8chaBacchus Drabbles written for A-chan. Various pairings.
Romeo kissed Juliet hungrily and pressed the other's lithe body up against the alley wall.
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"Cold!" Puck squeaked, jumping out of the spray of the shower and back into the main bathroom.
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Macbeth rummaged through Romeo's fridge.
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"Vanilla yogurt?"
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Rolling his eyes Hamlet opened up his large black umbrella and stomped out into the rain.
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"Forever?"
Romeo kissed Juliet hungrily and pressed the other's lithe body up against the alley wall.
They were on the fire escape behind the school, hidden behind the stacks of discarded desks that were waiting for trash pick up. Juliet made soft noises in the back of his throat every time Romeo rubbed his leg between Juliet's thighs.
"Romeo." Juliet gasped, fingers tightening in Romeo's outfit. Tossing his head Juliet flung red tinted hair out of his face, his lips puffy and red from the kissing, spit making them shine in the alley's flickering lighting. "Here?"
"Here." Romeo murmured and kissed Juliet again. His heart, his soul, his devotion, all of it belonged to Juliet. It was only fair then that Romeo got to pick the place for their impromptu sessions of lovemaking.
And Romeo loved to pick places that would leave marks.
Later Romeo kissed the scratches the brick wall had left along Juliet's back, carefully swabbing them with disinfectant while his love hissed in pain.
"Romeo." Juliet gasped, fingers tightening in Romeo's outfit. Tossing his head Juliet flung red tinted hair out of his face, his lips puffy and red from the kissing, spit making them shine in the alley's flickering lighting. "Here?"
"Here." Romeo murmured and kissed Juliet again. His heart, his soul, his devotion, all of it belonged to Juliet. It was only fair then that Romeo got to pick the place for their impromptu sessions of lovemaking.
And Romeo loved to pick places that would leave marks.
Later Romeo kissed the scratches the brick wall had left along Juliet's back, carefully swabbing them with disinfectant while his love hissed in pain.
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"Cold!" Puck squeaked, jumping out of the spray of the shower and back into the main bathroom.
Macbeth sighed and whipped his towel in Puck's direction.
"Turn on the hot water then and wait till it's warm enough!" Turning on the other showerhead Macbeth rinsed in the cold water before sliding into the hot bath to soak. Puck waited a few seconds before trying to rinse again, and deciding that if Macbeth could do it he could too he braced himself and washed with the cold.
Shivering slightly Puck leapt into the hot bathwater.
"AGH!" Macbeth sputtered and pushed his hair out of his face. "Puck, you're too close." Puck grinned impishly and slipped closer.
"I'm cold!" He whined loudly. There were benefits to not having a western style bathroom apparently.
"Turn on the hot water then and wait till it's warm enough!" Turning on the other showerhead Macbeth rinsed in the cold water before sliding into the hot bath to soak. Puck waited a few seconds before trying to rinse again, and deciding that if Macbeth could do it he could too he braced himself and washed with the cold.
Shivering slightly Puck leapt into the hot bathwater.
"AGH!" Macbeth sputtered and pushed his hair out of his face. "Puck, you're too close." Puck grinned impishly and slipped closer.
"I'm cold!" He whined loudly. There were benefits to not having a western style bathroom apparently.
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Macbeth rummaged through Romeo's fridge.
He was hungry, and Romeo was being an ass and not paying any attention to him while he studied his latest script. Closing the fridge Macbeth opened the freezer instead and smiled widely at his prize. Chocolate fudge brownie icecream. Snagging the icecream and a bowl Macbeth scooped out half a bowl's worth of icecream before putting it back and sitting down at the kitchen table. Romeo had a nice kitchen, really clean and very shiny. The pots and pans looked like they had never been used, and if they had been used it was rarely done. Knowing Romeo and his family they probably ordered out most of the time.
"Eating my icecream?" Romeo asked from over Macbeth's shoulder.
"Don’t do that!" Macbeth jumped, flushing a little guiltily. "And if you have to know, yeah, I am."
"Well, I was saving it for later." Romeo stole Macbeth's spoon, and licked the icecream off of it. "But we can have dessert early I guess."
"Eating my icecream?" Romeo asked from over Macbeth's shoulder.
"Don’t do that!" Macbeth jumped, flushing a little guiltily. "And if you have to know, yeah, I am."
"Well, I was saving it for later." Romeo stole Macbeth's spoon, and licked the icecream off of it. "But we can have dessert early I guess."
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"Vanilla yogurt?"
Macbeth made a face at the contents of the fridge that the drama club kept in the green room. "Who eats vanilla yogurt?"
"I do." Juliet plucked the white carton from Macbeth's hand, peeling back the silvery top and licking up the white substance clinging to the bottom. "I happen to like vanilla yogurt."
"You just like the way it looks when you lick it off." Puck sniped from across the room. Macbeth had to agree, Juliet liked to pick white food to eat. Like lemon yogurt, or vanilla icecream, or whipped cream, or ranch dressing…
"You're staring Macbeth." Juliet smiled, his eyes glinting evilly and Macbeth blushed and hid behind his hair while he remembered what other white things Juliet licked up with that expression.
"I do." Juliet plucked the white carton from Macbeth's hand, peeling back the silvery top and licking up the white substance clinging to the bottom. "I happen to like vanilla yogurt."
"You just like the way it looks when you lick it off." Puck sniped from across the room. Macbeth had to agree, Juliet liked to pick white food to eat. Like lemon yogurt, or vanilla icecream, or whipped cream, or ranch dressing…
"You're staring Macbeth." Juliet smiled, his eyes glinting evilly and Macbeth blushed and hid behind his hair while he remembered what other white things Juliet licked up with that expression.
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Rolling his eyes Hamlet opened up his large black umbrella and stomped out into the rain.
He couldn't believe that idiot. One little fight with Romeo and Macbeth was running off to sulk at the bus terminal. And then, of course, it had started to rain, and Macbeth was sitting in a dingy plastic terminal without an umbrella or a raincoat.
Not that Hamlet cared. It was jut that Romeo wanted to start play practice and Macbeth was playing an important part this time around. An important part with a lot of lines that totally eclipsed Hamlet's own part of being a couple of minor characters. Grumbling Hamlet stalked towards the bus terminal. He could make out the blurry shape of Macbeth crouched inside.
"Macbeth!" Hamlet rapped sharply on the wet side of the terminal. "C'mon, practice is gonna start."
"I'm going home." Macbeth turned away from him, his fingers nervously playing with his pony tail.
"No you're not. Your bus doesn't even come near here, and the rain's causing flash flood's that'll shut down the busses for a while." Snagging Macbeth's arm Hamlet pulled the other close, his voice softening when Macbeth didn't pull away. "My sister's coming after practice. I'll give you a ride."
Not that Hamlet cared. It was jut that Romeo wanted to start play practice and Macbeth was playing an important part this time around. An important part with a lot of lines that totally eclipsed Hamlet's own part of being a couple of minor characters. Grumbling Hamlet stalked towards the bus terminal. He could make out the blurry shape of Macbeth crouched inside.
"Macbeth!" Hamlet rapped sharply on the wet side of the terminal. "C'mon, practice is gonna start."
"I'm going home." Macbeth turned away from him, his fingers nervously playing with his pony tail.
"No you're not. Your bus doesn't even come near here, and the rain's causing flash flood's that'll shut down the busses for a while." Snagging Macbeth's arm Hamlet pulled the other close, his voice softening when Macbeth didn't pull away. "My sister's coming after practice. I'll give you a ride."
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"Forever?"
Puck murmured into Macbeth's chest, licking lightly at the cooling sweat. He made a face. Sweat tasted horrible. "Do you really mean that?"
"I wouldn't lie." Macbeth stroked through Puck's unruly short hair with a tired smile. "Forever."
"I wouldn't lie." Macbeth stroked through Puck's unruly short hair with a tired smile. "Forever."
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