#twerklyn

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twerklyn

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I'M GOING TO WRITE A METRA FANFIC

CAN YOU WRITE TWERKING MOBLIN/LYN FIC TOO

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It was cold for a summer night, she decided. The wind whistled in the trees; a dead, lone octave cry that rang in her ears. Her bare feet pressed against the damp ground like cold stone. Oh, it was definitely cold for a summer night.

Why was she here? The tattered nightgown blew about her like the long, desperate arms of a weeping willow. She shivered. The night was cold and the night was cruel; ink splattered the sky like a blanket, covering all the stars that winked and glimmered before fading. They looked like a string of lights to her; a belt of diamonds that hid behind the night's shadows.

The moon shone for a few moments before retreated behind a cloud.. The soft light covered her like a veil-- how funny, what a beautiful wedding indeed.

A twig snapped behind her; leaves rustled. The sound of movement, so foreign in the silence of the night, surprised her. Yet it did not, because she expected him. 

He moved stealthily; a rugged man approaching her. She shivered. It was all so daring; so daring. It was forbidden, that much she knew, but she was willing to chase the stars for this, this dream. This forbidden romance; it was all she had left. Yet the "forbidden romance"; the fairy tale gave her mixed feelings. She felt... she felt...

Then: "Lyn." The deep, masculine voice interrupted the silence. He stepped closer to her. The footsteps sounded loud in her ears; almost as loud as her heartbeat. 

"Yes?" she murmured; only a murmur, and she felt the cold run its fingers up her spine. Though she knew better; it wasn't the cold, it was this feeling. The feeling that she got whenever she was around him. 

"You know." A deep, throaty sound escaped his lips. He took another step closer. She shivered with delight, delight and something else. Did he think it was okay to leave her hanging like this? Get so close to what she wanted and then leave?

Clenching her fists tightly together, she whispered, "No. I don't know." The air seemed to chill, and then, almost questionably:

"What?" He sounded genuinely surprised; genuinely... angry. Lyn let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Lyn, I..."

"You left me." Her voice wavered. She was walking on a tightrope now. Don't look down, she willed herself, it's a long way down. 

"Lyn, I would never..." His voice grew low and husky. "Are you...?" He trailed off and took another step closer. She could feel it; his hands on her hips...

"I," she gasped, and was embarrassed to figure out that her cheeks were reddening. Her butt flush was ready.

A chuckle rippled through him. "Are you embarrassed?" He laughed again; what a handsome beast he was. She felt his hands on her shoulders, moving down until the rested on her waist and then her hips. "Don't be."

"I'm not," she shivered involuntarily, "but I'm ready." She was giddy. They were so close last time, but this time was even better; her and him, alone in the forest, nothing to hide them but a blanket of trees and the pale moonlight. It was daring, of course, but it was so sweet. She was excited for her first time doing it.

"Not yet," he purred. She felt it; the slight pressure of his hands. Her heart skipped a beat, pounding wildly against her rib cage. "Say my name, first. I want you to scream it." She was willing to do it. Lyn was completely willing. It was worth it for her first time.

"Twerking moblin!" she cried into the night, and they twerked.