Author's Note
Happy Jashi Week!
I've seen so many wonderfully [sad] entries on Tumblr and I thought, what the hey. Let's put some smut into this business. Because I literally cannot help myself. I'm filth forever.
This story doesn't even have a proper timeline. It takes place sometime between Ashi seeing the light and Jack finding his sword. I DON'T KNOW. I just want Ashi and bearded!Jack to bang, can you blame me? Blessings.
I hope you enjoy!
Jashi Week 2017
Prompt: Morbid Monday
Summary: Ashi still struggles with her inner demons. Jack offers his own kind of therapy.
Ashi was no angel.
Reformed? Absolutely. In the few months spent traveling with her former enemy, she had seen the true nature of the world, more than she ever did growing up. She was good now; at least, she believed herself to be. But she was definitely no angel.
Darkness still bled into the frayed edges of her conscious. It manifested itself in a phantom that bore the mask of her sisters, the voice of her mother. She shunned it, ignoring every word. Most of the time she was successful. Most of the time. After all, old habits die hard. And her companion was none the wiser.
She entered their room quietly. It was a beautiful space. One of many inns that immediately dismissed the samurai with a 'your money is no good here' and gave them the most lavish space they could spare. His old self would have refused, having no need for luxury. But lately, he was accepting. He told her he wanted to treat her to nice things. It was endearing.
The Phantom spat in repulsion. Traitorous bitch.
He sat on their bed, yes, their bed, putting away his sewing kit, having just finished repairing a small tear in his jacket. He had acquired yet a new one in the ever elongated search for his sword. He looked up, acknowledging her presence with a small smile. She smiled back uneasily. His brow furrowed at the expression. She closed the door quietly and made her way towards him. Her head thrummed with a chorus of unwanted voices.
Kill him.
Her jaw set, nostrils flared, grinding her teeth together. She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or hit something. Jack looked at her with concern. The Phantom hissed, hating to be looked upon with pity.
"Ashi. Are you alright?"
Kill him. Do it, you worthless fucking who—
She took a deep breath and nodded, despite her conflict of emotions. Frustration. Exhaustion. Fear. The voices intensified, insulting her, cursing her, as he approached. Her instinct was to back away. To protect him. To protect the both of them.
"Ashi," he said again. He stood in front of her. "What's wrong?"
She looked up at him. Her brow knitted with worry. She said nothing. What was she supposed to say?
Could she tell her lover that on some occasions she woke up beside him, naked and warm, with a voice telling her to strangle him?
Could she tell her partner that on some occasions, in the heat of battle, the voices would tell her to push him into danger?
Could she tell the person she trusted most that she couldn't be trusted?
No. She couldn't. Not yet. Not ever.
How would he react? He would most likely shun her immediately. He would look at her in disgust, hating the thought of ever being intimate with a monster. He would leave her. And she'd be alone.
"I'm fine," she whispered. She brought a hand up to his face, caressing him with a gentleness she didn't realize she had until she met him. Her heart constricted. She couldn't tell him. She never wanted to leave him.
She lengthened herself on the tips of her toes, kissing the corner of his mouth. He didn't look convinced but tilted his head down regardless, kissing her mouth softly.
Wring his neck.
She reached for his neck, squeezing the back of it gently as she deepened their kiss.
Gouge out his eyes.
She pulled her head back and looked into his eyes. She brushed her thumb along his eyebrow. He pressed his mouth to hers again, running his tongue along her bottom lip. Something warm stirred in her belly.
Stab him with his own blade! Cut his throat, then relish in the warm spray of his blood on your hands, your face-
"Enough," she ground out. He stopped and looked at her with surprise.
She took in everything around her: the shape of his eyes, his breath on her, the silence of the room. Ashi felt a stillness overtake her body. She knew what she wanted. And it would be violent.
Violence was in her blood. She was not in the business of merely silencing her demons. She was going to set them on fire and laugh as their screams faded to nothingness.
Her lips curled up into a dark smile. Jack recognized that look.
Oh boy.
"Jack," she breathed sweetly. She let the tips of her fingers trail up his chest.
Jack bit the inside of his cheek. He couldn't resist her when she carried that look. He couldn't control himself when her voice took on that quality. It unnerved him how hard he'd become in such a short moment.
He knew what was about to happen.
She thumbed the opening of his jacket and took a step backwards.
"I want you to fuck me against the wall so hard I get a concussion."
A moment passed.
He was not expecting that.
His eyes widened in genuine shock. Had she really just said that? Such vulgarity! He was used to hearing her speak like this on occasion, but it was usually in battle. 'You piece of shit!' or 'Come and get me you sons of bitches!'
But this? How could she speak like that? And so casually?
She reached up, unfazed, and plucked the pin out of his hair. He'd recently taken to pull his hair back into a top knot, but she found him undeniably sexy with his hair down.
"Well?"
He shook his head slowly, bangs shielding his face, his eyes closed. Ashi's smile faltered. Uh oh. She did like teasing him with her language; he was always so uptight. But was this too much?
A small sigh passed his lips as he raised his fingertips to her shoulder. He gently, quickly, shoved her towards the wall.
You couldn't smack the grin off of her face.
An anticipatory chill drizzled down her spine as her back met the wall. Jack, his eyes still closed, forced her chin up to expose her neck, placing an open mouth on her.
"Your language," he mouthed into her skin, "is appalling."
She cackled, huskily, the sound tinged with pleasure. He kissed her throat, enjoying the vibrations on his lips.
"You secretly love it."
"I do not." His voice was firm. Absolute. But it did not stop him from peeling away the straps of her dress from her shoulders. He pressed his forehead against her. "I have asked you, time and again, to mind your tongue."
Said tongue darted out to capture his bottom lip. "Oh no," she said in mock sorrow. "Did I hurt your feelings?"
"A price must be paid for disobedience."
His words shot through her like lightning. "Oh, yes!" she laughed in pure excitement.
He used his chest to press her to the wall, his hands cradling her hips as he slowly ground his body against hers. His tongue delved into her mouth as she moaned in gratitude. She buried her hands into his silky hair, letting her nails scratch him from the nape of his neck to the base of his scalp.
He moaned into her mouth, grinding against her harder. He pushed her dress down further, exposing her chest. He pulled back enough so he could pull it the rest of the way down to her hips. It was customary for him to mind the fabric as not to damage it, but he was having a difficult time caring at the moment. There would be other dresses.
With the dress at her hips, Ashi's hands released their grip on his head, giving one final push as the fabric fell to the ground. She kicked it to the side. She was completely nude. His hands were suddenly everywhere: her sides, her chest, her back, her thighs; all the while kissing her senseless. Her head swam with the intensity.
"Jack," she moaned. Her head had fallen back against the wall. "Take off your clothes."
He made no move to. He bent down to press his fingertips into the back of her knees, traveling up, until he reached the tops her thighs. He lifted her easily and her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips.
She tugged at his shirt. "Jack," she said again with a little more force. "I want this off." He grunted, but still made no attempt to do what she wanted. She shuddered in unexpected pleasure as he pressed a finger against her most sensitive area.
In the weeks since they had first coupled, the pair had learned quite a bit about each other. Ashi, to no one's surprise, was talkative. And loud. The former made things surprisingly easy on the shy samurai. He knew what she liked because she literally told him.
But Jack wasn't the only one who knew his partner well. Ashi had become well versed to her samurai's likes and dislikes. Beneath the layers of modesty and reservation was a beast of immeasurable strength. Powerful. Dominant. She grinned suddenly, opening her mouth in a loud moan as his fingers teased her once more.
He wanted her to beg. The words wouldn't pass his lips but she knew how it thrilled him.
"Jack. Please," she breathed into his ear. He was rubbing her in slow circles, forcing her to take the hard edge off of her voice. He still said nothing. "Please," she whined again, steadily growing more and more desperate. She made another attempt, trying to push the leather from his shoulders.
His fingers left her.
"No! Don't stop!" she panicked. Jack, remaining firm against her hips, removed her hands from his shoulders and raised them above her head. He enclosed her wrists in one hand, pinning them against the wall. She was his prisoner. It was electrifying.
His other hand moved back down her body. She smacked her head against the wall as she felt a single digit entered her core. She groaned in submission. It sounded pathetic. But she knew he loved it and she didn't care.
His finger moved within her, pumping in and out, in and out, steadily increasing speed.
She was moaning, louder and louder. And he was moaning, too. Their breaths mingling with each other. She resisted against the cuff of his fist on her hands, wanting desperately to touch him.
"Please, Jack! I want—" she cried out as he brushed against a particularly sensitive area within her. "I need to feel your skin. Please!"
He finally acquiesced. He released her hands, removed his fingers, and threw his jacket open, tossing it aside. He removed his shirt and pants with dizzying speed. His underwear soon followed and he was on her once more, hands supporting her thighs as he entered her without warning.
Her voice rang out, touching every corner of the space they shared. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, not wanting to waste any time as he began his relentless assault on her body.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to bring him impossibly closer. She bit his shoulder, hard, forcing a loud grunt and harder thrusts.
Jack could already feel the sensation at the base of his spine, telling him he was close. He slowed his pace down, refusing to deny her satisfaction.
Ashi noticed this and dug her fingernails into his upper back all the way up to his shoulders. Jack gasped, half pleasure, half pain, and looked up at her.
"Giving up already? Some punishment."
His upper lip curled into a snarl, partially shielded by the thick hair of his beard. He spun her away from the wall, taking a few short strides towards their bed and actually threw her down. She gasped, surprised. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him.
The look in his eyes was dangerous. She hadn't seen that look in his eyes since...
Her head thrummed. Kill him.
Fuck you.
She turned her body so she was facing him head on. She opened her legs slowly and smiled as she gently slid a fingertip against herself. She rubbed herself in drawn out circles. His eyes narrowed. He looked absolutely predatory.
He stalked towards her. Her breath caught in her throat as he closed the distance. He was hovering over her now, hands on either side of her, watching her with bold intent. She looked down between them, his erection stood long and proud, and so very close to her. Her fingers left her and reached for him.
A hand darted out, closing over her wrist before she could react.
"I did not tell you to stop."
She shivered. It was rare to hear this edge in his voice. He was always so quiet, so gentle and loving. To hear him take on this tone, rough and heavy...
It was fucking hot.
He released his grip from her wrist. He cradled the back of her hand as he guided her fingers inside of her. Her eyes closed in bliss. She heard him whisper.
"What are you thinking of?"
"You. Only you."
He pulled and pushed her hand, creating a steady rhythm inside of her. "About how strong your hands are. Your fingers are so much thicker than mine."
The heat between them sweltering. She could feel herself climbing higher. She suddenly became nervous, not wanting to reach her peak alone. She cried out desperately.
"Jack, please," she begged, "I want you. I just want you."
He said nothing. She whimpered.
"I'll do whatever you want. I promise. Just please, touch me. I'm sorry. I'm sorr—"
It seemed she had finally said what he wanted to hear.
He grunted as he shoved her further up the bed, his thighs under her body to angle her hips up as he buried himself inside of her. It all happened so fast it made her head spin.
He was driving into her now, indecently wet noises echoing as his hips slammed into hers. His thumb rubbed against her clit on the side where he knew she preferred to be touched.
She was incoherent now, at the mercy of her lover's relentless surge inside her body. He was hitting her at just the right angle. She could see stars. The Phantom was but a whisper.
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
Fuck me. Fuck me...
"Fuck me!" she screamed.
"Language!" he yelled, delivering a punishing thrust.
She laughed. She couldn't help it. He still tried to play the role of the saint while performing the actions of a sinner. The whispers in her mind dissipated; her pleasure always outranked her pain.
Her laughter quickly bled into the sounds of her moans as she felt her body reach a fever pitch.
Jack grit his teeth as he looked down at her. She ran a hand through her bangs as she came, exposing the sheen of sweat on her forehead. A brilliant flush had enveloped her skin from her cheeks to her chest. Her back arched. Her abdomen tightened. Her whole body sang. A breathy melody that wove together sounds of pleasure and laughter.
Beautiful was too weak a word to describe her.
He thrusted into her wildly as her body writhed beneath him. His mind emptied and filled up again with only visions of her and her and her. He cried out her name. His orgasm punched through him with a force that made his vision blur. He dipped his head, completely surrendering to the feeling. He placed a hand on her stomach to steady himself, moaning loudly as she convulsed around him.
His chest was still heaving. A bead of sweat dripped down that perfectly muscled abdomen of his. His hand trembled against her stomach as he came down. Ashi licked her lips in approval at the sight.
He lowered himself next to her on shaky arms. Ashi pulled him in to kiss him deeply and he eagerly returned. They panted into each other's mouths as their respective highs subsided. Their hands never stopped roaming. Ashi tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth before pulling away.
"You make me so happy."
"Hm," he replied, pulling her in for another kiss. "I wish I could say the same about you."
A burst of laughter left her. "Was that a joke? Does coming magically grant you a sense of humor?"
He grinned back at her. "The words I want to use to describe you cannot be found, for they have not yet been invented."
"There's my samurai poet." She traced a long path up his throat with her tongue, savoring the taste of his salted skin.
"Speaking of language," he began.
She rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Admit it. There's some small, corrupted corner of your mind that loves it."
"I promise you," he said huskily. "That I do not."
"You promise?"
He hummed his response, taking his time to pepper her neck with the gentle press of his lips. She giggled.
"Okay, well, it's your word against mine."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, if anyone could see how you fuck me after I tease you with bad language, I think they'd be more inclined to believe me."
"Please," he whispered. "Allow me a moment of peace." His teeth were once again bared in a grin.
She moaned quietly as she was turned onto her back, allowing her handsome warrior complete access to her body.
She may never feel comfortable enough to tell him the inner turmoil of her thoughts.
But she would allow him his peace.
Just as he allowed hers.
However temporary.
Author's Note
Hooray! Literal PWP!
In this case, it means Porn Without Plot. This has no meaning! It's just smut!
Again, I hope you all enjoy. Stay tuned for more Jashi week! I'm so excited for what everyone has planned!
Reviews are always welcome! Love you all!