Fanfic - Rosie/Vechs 2
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mindcrackloveThis...this got away from me. It was going to be porn, then it became something else. I'M NOT SURE HOW IT DID THAT BUT IT DID.
Rosie was quite done with everything Vechs had done. She had just spent the entire day going through his “training” in what he had called the Inferno Mines. She opened the door to her home far away from the mines, only to see Vechs prancing around the house.
“Oh hiiiIIiiii Rosie!” Vechs said with an appropriately vexing grin on his face. Her right eye twitched slightly as she stared at him. He may or may not have not been watching her while she was running through the mines, but even if he hadn't been watching, he was still infuriating right now. She breathed in and out slowly, trying to remain calm while he continued to grin.
“Something wrong Rosie? You look so terribly stressed...” he said with a giggle, leaning against a nearby wall. Rosie continued to breath very slowly as she caressed the item she had brought with her from the run. She had to remain calm. She would not let Vechs get to her and make her upset.
But Vechs was grinning at her and continuing to talk and wait, what was he saying? “So did you find anything interesting in the mines, Rosie? Any nice treasure?” All pretense of remaining calm out of the window as he threw herself at him, grabbing him by the throat as she fished the treasure out of her pack.
“Yes Vechs! I have your fucking treasure right here!” she howled, waving the stick in Vechs face. Vechs chuckled softly as she ineffectually smacked him with the stick, the stick doing nothing more then raising a few light bruises. She soon ran out of steam, panting slightly, still holding the stick.
“Are you ok there, Rosie? Didn't like the gift?” he said with a grin. “Could show you a few things I can do with you and a stick...” he trailed off as Rosie looked up at him again, inhaling sharply.
“I AM GOING TO SHOVE THIS STICK UP YOUR ASS, VECHS,” she howled, tackling him to the ground with a crash. He shouted in surprise, trying to wiggle out of her grasp. “That is not what the stick is meant for! That is not the intended purpose of the stick!” he said, gasping for breath as he tried to push Rosie off of him. “It is now the intended purpose of the stick!” she said as she tried to yank the overalls off of him. She managed to get them half off as he wiggled underneath her, trying to pull them half on.
“Vechs! Accept my gift of shoving your gift up your ass! It's only fair, after all!” she said, dragging the overalls off of him. Vechs started laughing, which made Rosie sit back, confused. Taking the moment of respite from Rosie's attack to sit up, Vechs did just that, continuing to laugh softly. “Roooosie. Please do not actually shove the stick up my ass,” he said, trying to look apologetic. She continued to frown at him, smacking the stick against the palm of her hand.
She stood up, turning away from Vechs as she left the room. She was too tired to deal with Vechs being all wiggly and pretending to be apologetic. While part of her really did want to shove the fucking stick up his ass, the rest of her just wanted to go to sleep. Too much insanity, too much trouble. She could deal with Vechs later. Maybe by ignoring him. He really did seem to dislike being ignored, it would be good for him to have to sit there and know she was ignoring him.
She heard him getting up behind her as she walked into the bed room and closed the door. She stripped quickly, getting into the bed, pulling the covers over her. The door opened quietly. She could see the hall light shining on the wall in front of her. “Awh Rosie...are you actually mad at me?” Vechs said, sounding almost but not really sad.
She ignored him, not responding. She could almost hear him frowning. “Are you ignoring me, Rosie? That's not very nice...” he said sadly.
He climbed onto the bed. She turned to face him, face filled with annoyance. “Touch me and I will in fact shove the stick up your ass, Vechs. No touchy. No talky. Go away,” she said before turning back onto her side. Vechs shifted uncomfortably before shrugging.
She heard him leave as he quietly closed the door behind himself. She fingered the stick she had brought with her. Maybe he'd come back in. She sure as hell was going to shove the stick up his ass. Eventually. When he least expected it. Stupid fucking stick...
In other news, the cat scratched the hell out of my arm. Hn.
Rosie was quite done with everything Vechs had done. She had just spent the entire day going through his “training” in what he had called the Inferno Mines. She opened the door to her home far away from the mines, only to see Vechs prancing around the house.
“Oh hiiiIIiiii Rosie!” Vechs said with an appropriately vexing grin on his face. Her right eye twitched slightly as she stared at him. He may or may not have not been watching her while she was running through the mines, but even if he hadn't been watching, he was still infuriating right now. She breathed in and out slowly, trying to remain calm while he continued to grin.
“Something wrong Rosie? You look so terribly stressed...” he said with a giggle, leaning against a nearby wall. Rosie continued to breath very slowly as she caressed the item she had brought with her from the run. She had to remain calm. She would not let Vechs get to her and make her upset.
But Vechs was grinning at her and continuing to talk and wait, what was he saying? “So did you find anything interesting in the mines, Rosie? Any nice treasure?” All pretense of remaining calm out of the window as he threw herself at him, grabbing him by the throat as she fished the treasure out of her pack.
“Yes Vechs! I have your fucking treasure right here!” she howled, waving the stick in Vechs face. Vechs chuckled softly as she ineffectually smacked him with the stick, the stick doing nothing more then raising a few light bruises. She soon ran out of steam, panting slightly, still holding the stick.
“Are you ok there, Rosie? Didn't like the gift?” he said with a grin. “Could show you a few things I can do with you and a stick...” he trailed off as Rosie looked up at him again, inhaling sharply.
“I AM GOING TO SHOVE THIS STICK UP YOUR ASS, VECHS,” she howled, tackling him to the ground with a crash. He shouted in surprise, trying to wiggle out of her grasp. “That is not what the stick is meant for! That is not the intended purpose of the stick!” he said, gasping for breath as he tried to push Rosie off of him. “It is now the intended purpose of the stick!” she said as she tried to yank the overalls off of him. She managed to get them half off as he wiggled underneath her, trying to pull them half on.
“Vechs! Accept my gift of shoving your gift up your ass! It's only fair, after all!” she said, dragging the overalls off of him. Vechs started laughing, which made Rosie sit back, confused. Taking the moment of respite from Rosie's attack to sit up, Vechs did just that, continuing to laugh softly. “Roooosie. Please do not actually shove the stick up my ass,” he said, trying to look apologetic. She continued to frown at him, smacking the stick against the palm of her hand.
She stood up, turning away from Vechs as she left the room. She was too tired to deal with Vechs being all wiggly and pretending to be apologetic. While part of her really did want to shove the fucking stick up his ass, the rest of her just wanted to go to sleep. Too much insanity, too much trouble. She could deal with Vechs later. Maybe by ignoring him. He really did seem to dislike being ignored, it would be good for him to have to sit there and know she was ignoring him.
She heard him getting up behind her as she walked into the bed room and closed the door. She stripped quickly, getting into the bed, pulling the covers over her. The door opened quietly. She could see the hall light shining on the wall in front of her. “Awh Rosie...are you actually mad at me?” Vechs said, sounding almost but not really sad.
She ignored him, not responding. She could almost hear him frowning. “Are you ignoring me, Rosie? That's not very nice...” he said sadly.
He climbed onto the bed. She turned to face him, face filled with annoyance. “Touch me and I will in fact shove the stick up your ass, Vechs. No touchy. No talky. Go away,” she said before turning back onto her side. Vechs shifted uncomfortably before shrugging.
She heard him leave as he quietly closed the door behind himself. She fingered the stick she had brought with her. Maybe he'd come back in. She sure as hell was going to shove the stick up his ass. Eventually. When he least expected it. Stupid fucking stick...
In other news, the cat scratched the hell out of my arm. Hn.
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Date: Wednesday, August 14th, 2013 06:58 pm (UTC)I was honestly thinking she would... He does deserve it, to be very honest... *shrug*
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Date: Wednesday, August 14th, 2013 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: Wednesday, August 14th, 2013 07:50 pm (UTC)My arm will be fine, I've forgiven the cat....mostly. *peer at cat*
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Date: Wednesday, August 14th, 2013 09:37 pm (UTC)-eagle