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Tempting the Snake	By : JackieBlue Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 5342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters in SSBB are owned by Nintendo and Solid Snake is owned by Konami. I make no profit off of this.

Chapter List
- 1-Samus
- 2-Snake
- 3-Caress
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A/U: Hello thar! This is my first fanfic on aff, so bear with me here! I am, as I'm sure quite a few of you are, a hayuuge MGS fan! I never really gor into metroid, so forgiveness pweez if i shat all over Samus' personality in this chapter. SORRY BUT SNAKE IS A VERY ENTICING PIECE O' MAN!! anyways, hope you like it, review, blablabla you know the spiel!! XD

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Samus walked over to the bench with weary, limp-like steps, stopped at the bench, and plopped down with a groan of satisfaction. Her contentment slowly changed to displeasure when the pain returned, showing her malaise with a moan. Eight hours...she�d been out there for eight hours straight, battling her bounty-huntress heart out, and she was exhausted. Wiping away a few stray beads of sweat from her brow with a weary hand, Samus breathed deeply to regain enough energy to make it to her bed. Her power suit had seen better days and was currently �unusable�. Although the freedom of the zero-suit provided the speed and agility to give her the upper hand against most of the smashers, it left her a lot more vulnerable when against an opponent with certain weapons...certain sharp weapons. Just her luck, too...her power suit had finally given out, that is, just before a 2-to-1 match with her against Metaknight and Link. She cursed her luck at facing not one, but TWO sword-wielding fighters who were both very skilled at their weapon of choice (much to her dismay). The match went on until the time ran out, Samus emerging as the victor...With several tears across her arms and down her legs. Oh brilliant. Could this day get any worse? Samus thought dismally while waiting for the name of her next opponent to be announced. Her heart sank even further as her emotions shifted from irritated, to mortified as she heard the name. �No...� she gave a weak groan at the sound of the name, those two haunting words echoing through her mind...SOLID SNAKE. Why? Why me? Why today? Why...him, she thought forlornly. She was exhausted and wanted to get this battle over with so she could rest her weary limbs, but she knew...once she got out there, there would be no way she would be able to think straight. Besides her, the only other smasher who had gone the whole day without rest was...well, she didn�t want to think of his name right now. Snake was probably as battered and bedraggled as she was...Samus would have to end it quickly without any anticipation. Yes, that would be the best approach. When she entered the arena, she looked around, and then looked down at her suit, and her eyes shot open. Samus had forgotten that the limbs of her suit had been torn in her previous battle, and she was about to face an opponent whom she couldn�t function properly in the presence of even when she was fully clothed. All their previous matches were the same. She would attempt to abandon all distracting thoughts by attacking Snake as swiftly and aggressively as possible. But she had never been this worn out, physically or mentally. In her zero-suit, her agility was matched by none, but her sore limbs wouldn�t allow that in this match. She would have to rely on her hand-to-hand combat skills in order to win this. She took a few deep breaths, attempting to rid her thoughts of the next three and a half minutes of her life. When she opened her eyes, Snake had already arrived and when the match officially commenced, she had barely enough time to dodge a flying kick towards her head...and it was downhill from that point forward. As she sat there, massaging a particularly tender muscle near her shoulder, the bounty hunter would have brief flash backs of the battle:

They were matching each other blow for blow, every kick met with a swift dodge and counter, every punch met with a block, all in tune to their hard, laboured breathing. As they fought, she could have sworn she noticed a faint smirk on his face, but she made no note of it. While Samus was recovering from a swift counter, the mercenary pulled out a sharp implement and made a movement to slash at her torso. With a gasp, Samus jumped back to dodge the blade. Though it made no skin contact, it left a long diagonal tear in her suit from the area just below her left breast, and ended just above her right pelvis. They both froze, their hearts pounding profusely through their chests, both from exertion and from shock of what just happened. Samus simply stood there, her chest rising and falling as she stared at the man before her. Both hands in fists, convulsing as if he were unsure whether to pass out or to run at her with everything he had left, if anything at all. He stood there with legs apart and slightly bent in exhaustion, his breathing hard and ragged, just like his voice. A few strands of hair hung over his head band, and she wondered how unruly her own hair was in. And then, she saw his eyes.� Her hand stopped rubbing her shoulder and winced when she remembered the look in his eyes. His other features were monotonous, but his eyes betrayed nothing. The only word she could use to describe them would be...yearning. They were filled with some savage urge...and it frightened her. Her mind wandered once more: �Her own eyes widened in fear as she tried to pinpoint what that look was exactly. All of a sudden, she felt very vulnerable, instinctively hugging herself tightly. Any other day, she couldn�t care less and would finish him off fast. But Samus was exhausted and could feel herself back up as he slowly approached. She stumbled on a root (damn rumble falls), and she suddenly feared for her life. Of course, she knew she couldn�t be killed, but she had this unshakeable feeling that something very bad was going to happen...God, he looked like he was about to pounce! Thankfully, in Snake�s sudden haze of animosity, he had forgotten completely about the grenade he dropped a moment ago, and then...KABOOM!!! They both went flying, Samus sent hurdling to the ground against her back, finally stopped by a tree. As she slowly got up on all fours, she heard another tear, this time from behind her. She was upright on her knees, peering down over her shoulder, and saw that her middle back was exposed and scraped in all directions from the force of the ground. When she got up completely, a long tearing sound was soon followed by a piece of blue fabric fluttering towards the ground. Now her abdomen and back were exposed and all she wanted to do was jump off the edge of the arena, if only to end this battle right now. But she was pulled out of her thoughts when she was once again sent hurdling to the ground. This time, by another body.

She remembered the struggle, his maniacal sneer, the sweat clinging to his face as it moved down and fell on her neck, mixing with her own sweat. She remembered her eyes closing tightly mouth forming a grimace, not only from the pain, but to avoid his stare...that same stare from when they had been standing. Samus wished there was a way to block the sound of his deep ragged groans and grunts of effort. Most frightening of all was wondering where the hell this sudden burst of energy came from. They were both equally spent, or so she thought anyway. Her own groans of effort slowly turned into loud, moaning whimpers of protest. If he stopped now, she would be unable to fight him anyway, let alone stand up. She was sure that Snake knew this, but he would not stop! She was almost in tears as she felt as though her heart was about to explode when she heard that loud, blessed buzzer. They had reached the end of the time limit which had resulted in a draw. Suddenly, his gaze softened, every trace of ferocity gone in a flash as they lay there panting, and then his eyes went wide as if he�d just realized that he was on top of her. He got up so quickly, she hadn�t even seen him move. Snake looked down at her uneasily, and then slowly, softened once more as he extended his hand to her. She was so tired; she could hardly remember how she managed to make it all the way from his hand to this bench without collapsing. She was no longer as sore as she was before, but she was so tired...she decided that she would close her eyes for a moment, and then leave for her room. She fell asleep the moment she closed her eyes. Little did she know that her privacy would soon be disturbed...
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