[backdated to Thursday]

[poison_puppet]

Himiko is fixing her bike in the garage/room of her appartment. There is music blaring on her speakers and her costume is completely covered in grease. After a few minutes, the scenery starts to warp; the bike remains the same but somehow becomes shiny-er and the room smaller. Himiko doesn't seem to notice; she just keeps working.

Then a door opens and Dayran glances in, saying something in a teasing tone of voice. She flicks oil at him, marring his costume. But instead of snapping at her, he merely tugs the shirt off and throws it at her.

She ducks, blushing furiously, then drops the wrench she's been using. The clang echos throughout the dream, starting her back to reality. Dayran is gone, the bike is back to normal...

but she's still blushing.

Comments

[poison_puppet]

I am aware of that, yes. Its not like I object to porn and what it does in general. Its just that I'd feel like a voyeuristic creep that's just asking for trouble.