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Nov. 16th, 2008 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaPrompt: Breasts
Fandom: Reborn
Pairing: Byakuran/Shouichi (as girls!)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 604
The one good thing about leaving Japan was that Shouko could actually find shirts that fit. It wasn't that Japan didn't have large women, it did, it was just that large shirts were few and far between and they looked baggy on Shouko. Every once in a while it was nice to wear a baggy shirt, and Shouko did enjoy her baggy shirts, but every once in a while it was nice to wear a shirt that fit but did not look utterly and absurdly obscene!
Shouko's breasts, like her hair color, were both very, very un-Japanese. Apparently she got them from her father's side, where her great-grandfather had apparently been an American soldier.
Shouko tapped her fingers against her sides as she worked, her large headphones stuck over her ears and her curly hair tied back into a sloppy pony tail. Fiddling around with the three-d schematic on her computer Shouko lightly tapped at one of the grids, bringing it up to the front and delving into the complicated machinery that would make her dream about the Melone base come true. Just a little bit more…
Suddenly long fingers and strong hand gripped her breasts from behind, squeezing. Tossing off her headphones Shouko tipped her head back to look at the smiling, devilish head perched on the top of her chair. "Byakuran-san!" Slightly breathless, because Byakuran's 'surprise hugs' always left her lurching with surprise, Shouko frowned at her superior. "Byakuran-san, I was," Shouko's breath caught when Byakuran squeezed her breasts again, Byakuran's middle finger brushing against Shouko's suddenly perky and sensitive nipple, "I was working."
"But Shou-chan, you should be able to spare some time for me!" Byakuran let go of Shouko's breasts and instead spun Shouko's chair around so that Shouko was no longer looking at her computer. Shouko's headphones thumped dully against the floor. "I'm your boss."
Shouko sighed. "Byakuran-san I…" Shouko blinked. "…what are you wearing?"
Byakuran was dressed, not in the fashionable and androgynous white and black pant suit she usually wore, but in some odd white jacket and mini skirt. The jacket was large, too large to give Byakuran's small breasts the definition they deserved, with fist sized engraved silver shoulder plates. There were chains leading from Byakuran's left shoulder plate, to a brooch modeled after the Mare rings, and wrapped around Byakuran's slim waist were two white belts with plastic buckles.
And beneath all of this was about an inch of a white skirt wrapped around Byakuran's pale, shaved legs.
Byakuran struck a pose, shifting her legs father apart. Shouko awkwardly dragged her eyes up from Byakuran's legs to meet Byakuran's pale blue eyes. "This?" Byakuran's lips twisted into a cheerful smile. "It's the new uniform Shou-chan! Don't you like it?"
New… new uniform? They were going to have a uniform? "Uniform?"
Byakuran slipped onto Shouko's lap and slid her fingers through Shouko's hair, dislodging the black rubber band holding it all back. "You're always saying how we look sloppy, Shou-chan, with all the different outfits everyone wears." Long nails tickled the back of Shouko's neck, causing Shouko to shiver. "You don't like?"
"No, Byakuran-san." And Shouko's hands had to fall on Byakuran's hips, to help brace her boss in case the tall woman slipped off of Shouko's lap. "It's... nice…"
"Mm," A warm, wet tongue slithered into Shouko's ear. "Good, because I had one made in just your size." Byakuran's hands fell to Shouko's breasts again, her palms now rubbing against Shouko's nipples. Shouko whined. "I hope it's not too tight… here."
And with a sinking feeling in her stomach, Shouko realized that it would be.
Fandom: Reborn
Pairing: Byakuran/Shouichi (as girls!)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 604
The one good thing about leaving Japan was that Shouko could actually find shirts that fit. It wasn't that Japan didn't have large women, it did, it was just that large shirts were few and far between and they looked baggy on Shouko. Every once in a while it was nice to wear a baggy shirt, and Shouko did enjoy her baggy shirts, but every once in a while it was nice to wear a shirt that fit but did not look utterly and absurdly obscene!
Shouko's breasts, like her hair color, were both very, very un-Japanese. Apparently she got them from her father's side, where her great-grandfather had apparently been an American soldier.
Shouko tapped her fingers against her sides as she worked, her large headphones stuck over her ears and her curly hair tied back into a sloppy pony tail. Fiddling around with the three-d schematic on her computer Shouko lightly tapped at one of the grids, bringing it up to the front and delving into the complicated machinery that would make her dream about the Melone base come true. Just a little bit more…
Suddenly long fingers and strong hand gripped her breasts from behind, squeezing. Tossing off her headphones Shouko tipped her head back to look at the smiling, devilish head perched on the top of her chair. "Byakuran-san!" Slightly breathless, because Byakuran's 'surprise hugs' always left her lurching with surprise, Shouko frowned at her superior. "Byakuran-san, I was," Shouko's breath caught when Byakuran squeezed her breasts again, Byakuran's middle finger brushing against Shouko's suddenly perky and sensitive nipple, "I was working."
"But Shou-chan, you should be able to spare some time for me!" Byakuran let go of Shouko's breasts and instead spun Shouko's chair around so that Shouko was no longer looking at her computer. Shouko's headphones thumped dully against the floor. "I'm your boss."
Shouko sighed. "Byakuran-san I…" Shouko blinked. "…what are you wearing?"
Byakuran was dressed, not in the fashionable and androgynous white and black pant suit she usually wore, but in some odd white jacket and mini skirt. The jacket was large, too large to give Byakuran's small breasts the definition they deserved, with fist sized engraved silver shoulder plates. There were chains leading from Byakuran's left shoulder plate, to a brooch modeled after the Mare rings, and wrapped around Byakuran's slim waist were two white belts with plastic buckles.
And beneath all of this was about an inch of a white skirt wrapped around Byakuran's pale, shaved legs.
Byakuran struck a pose, shifting her legs father apart. Shouko awkwardly dragged her eyes up from Byakuran's legs to meet Byakuran's pale blue eyes. "This?" Byakuran's lips twisted into a cheerful smile. "It's the new uniform Shou-chan! Don't you like it?"
New… new uniform? They were going to have a uniform? "Uniform?"
Byakuran slipped onto Shouko's lap and slid her fingers through Shouko's hair, dislodging the black rubber band holding it all back. "You're always saying how we look sloppy, Shou-chan, with all the different outfits everyone wears." Long nails tickled the back of Shouko's neck, causing Shouko to shiver. "You don't like?"
"No, Byakuran-san." And Shouko's hands had to fall on Byakuran's hips, to help brace her boss in case the tall woman slipped off of Shouko's lap. "It's... nice…"
"Mm," A warm, wet tongue slithered into Shouko's ear. "Good, because I had one made in just your size." Byakuran's hands fell to Shouko's breasts again, her palms now rubbing against Shouko's nipples. Shouko whined. "I hope it's not too tight… here."
And with a sinking feeling in her stomach, Shouko realized that it would be.
