Waterfall Masculinity
Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2004 8:30 pm
I thought of this for a while. I could expand it [into a lemon]...if I feel like it. All I can say is that Relena is lucky again. One more thing: use your imagination. I did!! 
Title: Waterfall Masculinity (I couldn't think of a better one *pout*)
Rating: MC-15 (for the mention of nakedness)
Pairing: hints of 1xR, 2xH, 4xD
She was DOOMED.
If the other girls had seen her right about now, she would be DEAD.
But she couldn?t get her body to function. Her feet were stuck on the ground, frozen like her mind.
No thoughts.
No?er, she was breathing. Thank goodness!
But as for the rest, she was a statue, stuck in her hiding spot, watching FIVE gorgeous hunks of masculine flesh get?WET.
She knew that the group shouldn?t have stopped to camp nearby. Now she had been proven correct. She was also correct in the presumption that her acquaintance shouldn?t had insisted that the guys bathe themselves while that person decided to make sure that she was protected.
Okay, that acquaintance was a friend of one of the guys; that same person was also an ex-Oz soldier. And that person is also a female, just like her. So they had washed themselves first while the guys had set up camp. And now it was the guys? turn.
She knew that she shouldn?t have gotten back; it was that person?s soap anyway. But being the kind girl that she is, she decided to go back while the other girl protected the camp. Besides, the distance between the waterfall and their camp was short; either way, she was within easy distance to shout if it was needed.
When she got the first glimpse, she stopped. At first, she thought that she would not see a LOT. Boy was she wrong! Those?boys had been in shallow waters and were standing up?in their NAKED GLORY!!! She would have thought that the boys, honed with such military skills, would have sensed her. Apparently not, if the boys were just STANDING there without a stitch on.
She had blinked a few times, but somehow in the back of her mind she asked herself when the last time she did blink was. But her senses were too enamored at the masculine flesh so temptingly shown.
Time passed by for who knows how long, as the boys kept standing there, conversing of topics that matters to them, which she dimly heard where about her protection and their job. Fog had crept in, low in the ground, getting thicker as time goes on. Then she heard a small shift near her left. Without removing her gaze, she realized that her comrade had also arrived and had seen what she was looking at. Though by now, the fog had covered the?ASSETS, so the upper bodies were visible.
Realizing that her time was over, she reluctantly began to slip away, back towards the camp, the bar of soap forgotten. Before she went she tore her gaze away, she noticed that item in the hands of one boy whose long hair was unbraided for once. With a quirk of her lips, she thought of her companion, who must be ogling that piece of masculinity.
~*~
She took a step back, lowering the brush in her hand as she gazed at her masterpiece. She frowned. She was satisfied with her work, but the images were still in her mind. She wondered if she should take sculpting?she banished that thought away. If she did decide to sculpt, she would have to?touch them. She blushed at the thought; there were some artists who can sculpt just by looking at the object. That got her wondering?
The doors opened and she turned around in reaction.
Gasps erupted from the two girls who froze when they saw the painting.
She schooled her expression into the polite mask that she wore every single day.
Finally, after admiring the painting, the taller of the two girls recovered sufficiently enough to speak.
?Miss Relena, I must commend you on an extraordinary effort in capturing such?? her eyes lingered on the blond boy, ??NAKED masculinity.?
The other girl recovered enough sanity and turned to the artist. ?You were there before the fog thickened to cover DOWN there.?
She couldn?t stop the slight movement of her lips. ?Doesn?t the painting show the proof of that statement??
Both girls nodded their heads in affirmation.
?So where did this take place??
She turned to the taller blonde, whose gaze was fixated on the blond boy in the painting. ?I wanted to camp at the border. They were my bodyguards.?
The other companion of that trip said, ?And Duo brought me along.?
The tall blonde had finally but reluctantly tore her gaze away from the blond boy, turning to the other four in the painting. ?I must say, all of them have?ASSETS to talk about.?
The petite brunette licked her lips. ?Oh, I AGREE. We need to TALK about those ASSETS in PRIVATE.? Her gaze focused on her?friend. ?Especially HIM.?
She stared at her painting, her gaze solely on the middle boy. ?Hmm.?
The sound of footsteps came nearer toward the room where the three girls were located. None of the girls heard the sounds, too enthralled at the painting to notice the five models coming towards them.
The five models reached the opened doors, immediately catching sight of the painting.
All five boys froze in shock.
The girls turned around.
Silence permeated the room, as the three girls watched the boys? reactions.
At last one of the boys spoke up.
?INJUSTICE!?
~The End~
I must say, this is a good way to not write a lemon and yet have a story feel sort of lemonish (if you use your imagination, it could be a lemon...like how my imagination is doing right now). With some dry humor on the side, of course. 
Title: Waterfall Masculinity (I couldn't think of a better one *pout*)
Rating: MC-15 (for the mention of nakedness)
Pairing: hints of 1xR, 2xH, 4xD
She was DOOMED.
If the other girls had seen her right about now, she would be DEAD.
But she couldn?t get her body to function. Her feet were stuck on the ground, frozen like her mind.
No thoughts.
No?er, she was breathing. Thank goodness!
But as for the rest, she was a statue, stuck in her hiding spot, watching FIVE gorgeous hunks of masculine flesh get?WET.
She knew that the group shouldn?t have stopped to camp nearby. Now she had been proven correct. She was also correct in the presumption that her acquaintance shouldn?t had insisted that the guys bathe themselves while that person decided to make sure that she was protected.
Okay, that acquaintance was a friend of one of the guys; that same person was also an ex-Oz soldier. And that person is also a female, just like her. So they had washed themselves first while the guys had set up camp. And now it was the guys? turn.
She knew that she shouldn?t have gotten back; it was that person?s soap anyway. But being the kind girl that she is, she decided to go back while the other girl protected the camp. Besides, the distance between the waterfall and their camp was short; either way, she was within easy distance to shout if it was needed.
When she got the first glimpse, she stopped. At first, she thought that she would not see a LOT. Boy was she wrong! Those?boys had been in shallow waters and were standing up?in their NAKED GLORY!!! She would have thought that the boys, honed with such military skills, would have sensed her. Apparently not, if the boys were just STANDING there without a stitch on.
She had blinked a few times, but somehow in the back of her mind she asked herself when the last time she did blink was. But her senses were too enamored at the masculine flesh so temptingly shown.
Time passed by for who knows how long, as the boys kept standing there, conversing of topics that matters to them, which she dimly heard where about her protection and their job. Fog had crept in, low in the ground, getting thicker as time goes on. Then she heard a small shift near her left. Without removing her gaze, she realized that her comrade had also arrived and had seen what she was looking at. Though by now, the fog had covered the?ASSETS, so the upper bodies were visible.
Realizing that her time was over, she reluctantly began to slip away, back towards the camp, the bar of soap forgotten. Before she went she tore her gaze away, she noticed that item in the hands of one boy whose long hair was unbraided for once. With a quirk of her lips, she thought of her companion, who must be ogling that piece of masculinity.
~*~
She took a step back, lowering the brush in her hand as she gazed at her masterpiece. She frowned. She was satisfied with her work, but the images were still in her mind. She wondered if she should take sculpting?she banished that thought away. If she did decide to sculpt, she would have to?touch them. She blushed at the thought; there were some artists who can sculpt just by looking at the object. That got her wondering?
The doors opened and she turned around in reaction.
Gasps erupted from the two girls who froze when they saw the painting.
She schooled her expression into the polite mask that she wore every single day.
Finally, after admiring the painting, the taller of the two girls recovered sufficiently enough to speak.
?Miss Relena, I must commend you on an extraordinary effort in capturing such?? her eyes lingered on the blond boy, ??NAKED masculinity.?
The other girl recovered enough sanity and turned to the artist. ?You were there before the fog thickened to cover DOWN there.?
She couldn?t stop the slight movement of her lips. ?Doesn?t the painting show the proof of that statement??
Both girls nodded their heads in affirmation.
?So where did this take place??
She turned to the taller blonde, whose gaze was fixated on the blond boy in the painting. ?I wanted to camp at the border. They were my bodyguards.?
The other companion of that trip said, ?And Duo brought me along.?
The tall blonde had finally but reluctantly tore her gaze away from the blond boy, turning to the other four in the painting. ?I must say, all of them have?ASSETS to talk about.?
The petite brunette licked her lips. ?Oh, I AGREE. We need to TALK about those ASSETS in PRIVATE.? Her gaze focused on her?friend. ?Especially HIM.?
She stared at her painting, her gaze solely on the middle boy. ?Hmm.?
The sound of footsteps came nearer toward the room where the three girls were located. None of the girls heard the sounds, too enthralled at the painting to notice the five models coming towards them.
The five models reached the opened doors, immediately catching sight of the painting.
All five boys froze in shock.
The girls turned around.
Silence permeated the room, as the three girls watched the boys? reactions.
At last one of the boys spoke up.
?INJUSTICE!?
~The End~
I must say, this is a good way to not write a lemon and yet have a story feel sort of lemonish (if you use your imagination, it could be a lemon...like how my imagination is doing right now). With some dry humor on the side, of course.
oh yeah um can I say I'm speechless.....I'm honestly speechless.
More Bookworm! 