Summary: Sometimes people exceed your expectations.
It wasn't what she thought it would be. He was hot and slick and musky. All heat and desperation. His hard body and calloused hands against her. Mugen had made her feel dirty. Dirty and wanted.
Roving sweat slick limbs and a tangle of tongues. Tasting alcohol and salt.
She'd expected it to be passionate; Mugen knew no other way to be. She'd expected it to be dirty, and passionate, and rough. What she hadn't expected was that after it was over Mugen would look at her that way. Mouth soft and eyes so gentle that it made her heart hurt.
Mugen was harsh, crass, and unforgivably rude. And Mugen was not soft. Mugen's eyes glittered with bloodlust and challenge. Mugen's eyes were not gentle. But she'd his face. Felt his lips on her lips, his tongue on her tongue, felt it when his eyelashes brushed her cheeks.
And in the morning when she awoke and saw him lying beside her, arms and legs hugged close and looking so vulnerable, she felt it then too.
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