Title: Dirty mind
Fandom: xxxHolic
Pairing: Watanuki / Himawari / Doumeki.
Gender: Romance, humor.
Prompt: Clean
Notes / Warnings: warn, is something, but this fic contains LEMON, so if you are a minor, do not know why you're still here. Written for the craft table
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Summary: Watanuki
When you stop to think a little fellow, he realizes that his mind is not so private as one thinks.
Dirty Mind
Himawari has always seemed nice. Not believe that there is a nice girl and kind as she. Just think that she never refused his friendship makes me feel the need to upload it to an altar and worship it.
Even at times when they have to take care of cleaning she does not lose that smile, but his favorites are those that you spend on it. She also likes her eyes bright and expressive, that sublime face could brighten even the most unhappy. Ah, but what most appeals to Watanuki is nothing more than his body.
The notes move around to another, swaying the ignorant hip flirting, if she knew what she is capable of causing with that movement would avoid avergonzaríay insurance. It is necessary to omit certain comments. And when she bends down and the skirt seems shorter ... is glad not to be prone to nosebleeds.
Sometimes your mind fly, high, very high, he must be half suffocated to give images as unrealistic. They are visions of that skirt does not exist, the setting is a habitacióny he is on it. At that point is when they realize their breasts, round and perfect, at first did not know what to do, then remember that it is within its own fantasy, that Himawari not claim. Her mouth on the nipple, you know how soft they really are, just being by biting when ...
water it returns to reality, right in the Desks in the resting, and to increase desazó No Himawari no longer seems to be in the classroom. Turn up, where it continues and no water bucket. No need to flip to find the culprit.
comment is saved, because complaining will only make a commitment to confess the crime. Just look at an impasse and frowns like a chastened child.
- To clean your dirty mind - a chill runs along the bone, its head rotates so slow to find the face of Doumeki. I have caught. Never recalled the "shared vision" between them. Who knew that not only served to see spirits. Demons. End
Summary: Watanuki
When you stop to think a little fellow, he realizes that his mind is not so private as one thinks.
Dirty Mind
Himawari has always seemed nice. Not believe that there is a nice girl and kind as she. Just think that she never refused his friendship makes me feel the need to upload it to an altar and worship it.
Even at times when they have to take care of cleaning she does not lose that smile, but his favorites are those that you spend on it. She also likes her eyes bright and expressive, that sublime face could brighten even the most unhappy. Ah, but what most appeals to Watanuki is nothing more than his body.
The notes move around to another, swaying the ignorant hip flirting, if she knew what she is capable of causing with that movement would avoid avergonzaríay insurance. It is necessary to omit certain comments. And when she bends down and the skirt seems shorter ... is glad not to be prone to nosebleeds.
Sometimes your mind fly, high, very high, he must be half suffocated to give images as unrealistic. They are visions of that skirt does not exist, the setting is a habitacióny he is on it. At that point is when they realize their breasts, round and perfect, at first did not know what to do, then remember that it is within its own fantasy, that Himawari not claim. Her mouth on the nipple, you know how soft they really are, just being by biting when ...
water it returns to reality, right in the Desks in the resting, and to increase desazó No Himawari no longer seems to be in the classroom. Turn up, where it continues and no water bucket. No need to flip to find the culprit.
comment is saved, because complaining will only make a commitment to confess the crime. Just look at an impasse and frowns like a chastened child.
- To clean your dirty mind - a chill runs along the bone, its head rotates so slow to find the face of Doumeki. I have caught. Never recalled the "shared vision" between them. Who knew that not only served to see spirits. Demons. End
As I thought I could not stop, was to write and or now.
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