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ficlets100 - number seven.
001. | Guilt | 002. | New | 003. | Solitude | 004. | Content | 005. | Tale |
006. | Distort | 007. | Luxury | 008. | Listen | 009. | Party | 010. | Scent |
011. | Storm | 012. | Lessons | 013. | Apology | 014. | Relief | 015. | Breeze |
016. | Fading | 017. | Passion | 018. | Stay | 019. | Rain | 020. | Within |
021. | Dread | 022. | Revenge | 023. | Time | 024. | Perfect | 025. | Eyes |
026. | Bloom | 027. | Beginning | 028. | Bath | 029. | Object | 030. | Lost |
031. | Pride | 032. | Death | 033. | Dance | 034. | Remember | 035. | Savage |
036. | Late | 037. | Crossroads | 038. | Change | 039. | Hope | 040. | Dawn |
041. | Hero | 042. | Annoy | 043. | Trouble | 044. | Imagine | 045. | Believe |
046. | Words | 047. | Home | 048. | Understand | 049. | Cage | 050. | Animal |
051. | Woods | 052. | Fun | 053. | Dare | 054. | Spell | 055. | Pray |
056. | Warmth | 057. | Mess | 058. | Leap | 059. | Attention | 060. | Shopping |
061. | Dessert | 062. | Paper-cut | 063. | Compromise | 064. | Mouth | 065. | Gone |
066. | Intuition | 067. | Fairies | 068. | Gift | 069. | Priceless | 070. | Jewel |
071. | Grin | 072. | Quake | 073. | Blush | 074. | System | 075. | Pressure |
076. | Crash | 077. | Closer | 078. | Break | 079. | Habit | 080. | Safe |
081. | Confusion | 082. | Someday | 083. | Instigate | 084. | Goodnight | 085. | Paint |
086. | Always | 087. | Guide | 088. | Embrace | 089. | Fall | 090. | Help |
091. | Different | 092. | Anticipation | 093. | Real | 094. | Enough | 095. | Again |
096. | Glorify. | 097. | Lack thereof. | 098. | Fix. | 099. | Smile. | 100. | A little. |
.hack//g.u. -> ⌈97.⌋ Lack Thereof.
It would be cliché to say their breaths mingled, especially when they really didn’t—they were front to back, stripped down in the living room, tangled up in limbs and heat and pressure and noise, one on top of another, but it all had nothing to do with air. In fact, Tomonari found it was a bit hard to get any air. Reiko had her tongue down his throat, and he had his hand around Ryou’s mouth (the boy was always so loud), and Ryou had—well, he had three somethings somewhere that made it very hard to breath, indeed.