GOD. My eyes... So... Sticky... *peels eyelids open* This deviation is not as good as I had hoped it to be, and perhaps, I'll rework it, instead of leaving it with this lazy-sloppy-neutral feel. This scene is from a graphic role play a friend and I have had in the past. ___ Mayon: *in a teasing manner, he ripped apart her thighs, and he splayed them wide, in attempts to degrade her even further. He leaned down, then, removing his hands from her little legs, and laid his chest between her thighs, so that there was no way you would be able to close them again. He propped himself on his elbows once more as his head hovered just above her belly* Sharon, what do you want to learn tonight...? Sharon: *her heart pounded with a rhythmical horror against her adolescent chest as she inhaled a quivering breath once Mayon took it upon himself to rub his cheek on the thin layer of clothing and kiss her navel, all the while waiting for some sort of response; scorching heat crawled up to her face, turning her features a red like freshly split blood as she violently jerked her head sideways, staring at the side where Marik wasn't standing* I don't want to learn anything...