He watched that pulse, the evidence of her heart, matching his own beat for anxious beat. He saw the damp curve of her neck, the gleam of her brown skin. He wanted to … He wanted.
Before he even knew what he intended, he lowered his head. She drew in a sharp breath. His lips hovered just above the warm juncture between her shoulder and the column of her neck. He waited. Tell me to stop. Push me away.
She exhaled. “Go on,” she repeated. Finish the story.
The barest movement and his lips brushed her skin—warm, smooth, beaded with moisture. Desire coursed through him, a thousand images he’d hoarded, barely let himself imagine — the fall of her dark hair freed from its braid, his hand fitted to the lithe curve of her waist, her lips parted, whispering his name.
It’s in times like these I wish I was a fanfic writer
Kanej in an FMA AU with Kaz as upstart Flame Alchemist who people hate and fear and Lieutenant Inej who is known for her aim and precision. The two would be a force to be reckoned with while being pariahs due of Kaz’s attitude and theirs towards Ishvalans.
My full piece of my contribution to a Berserk zine ^p^ It was inked traditionally with nib on 11×17 Bristol board and boy howdy that’s a terrifying experience not to mess up with LOL
“You shouldn’t make friends with crows,” he’d told her.
“Why not?” she asked.
He’d looked up from his desk to answer, but whatever he’d been about to say had vanished on his tongue.
The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbor wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world.
Stressed, Depressed, and Story Obsessed 