Tehheeee badly written liberally censored smut.
His fingers looked dark against the fairness of her face as they stroked over her cheek. His back was resting against the wall of the hut as they basked in the warm sun, Fuu curled up in the lap. Large hands stroked over her hair, back, face and shoulders, very content to feel her there. He would often forget just how small she was until she was silent like this. When she spoke she did so with such fire she seemed larger then she really was. She was so very small against his lean, wiry form. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and smirked at the flush that bloomed on her cheeks. She was really just too cute.
He was solid and hard beneath her fingertips as she brushed them along his chest, her eyes fixated on the swarthy swath of skin that formed his neck. Her eyes drifted up to his, which had relinquished the exquisite belligerence that they normally held. They looked as docile as she had ever seen them as he lay back against the hut, cuddling her to his chest. Her fingers slid up his chest to sift through his surprisingly soft hair. He was so beautiful it broke her heart sometimes. She was so afraid he would leave; less now then before but old fears die hard.
He looked down at her while she looked up at him with such big soft eyes it made him scared. He knew nothing of how to make her happy. He had no experience with women beyond bedding them and he suddenly found himself with a girl he had no intention of bedding then abandoning. His new favorite game was to make her blush since it made him laugh. Dipping his head his brushed his lips long the gentle curve of her neck, settling at the junction were it met her thin shoulders. A shudder wracked her body and he grinned against her pale skin. Yes if there was one thing he knew it was bedding women.
Fuu's fingers formed fists, clumps of dark, unruly hair caught in-between her slender fingers. A small broken whimper escaped, much to her embarrassment, and Mugen doubled his former languid ministrations on her neck. She wiggled around as the sensation overwhelmed her. Pearly teeth took an earlobe and nipped gently, and Fuu sighed so breathily she wondered if he even heard it. She finally moaned when she felt his calloused hands slide down her body to cup her rear. Her body arched like a bow into him and she almost missed the dark rippling chuckled he rumbled out at her earnest response.
His blood was steadily simmering into a riotous boil at her response to every fleeting touch. Abruptly he stood, easily catching her little form as it started to fall. Her surprised yelp went unanswered and he merely carried her inside, away from prying eyes. A tinge of fear entered her doe eyes and he placed a loud kiss on her cheek, trying to ease her. He pressed her into the unmade futon, his body tight and thrumming with excitement. It had been a long time for him to subsist on stolen kisses and he was ready to devour her whole. She was willing but scared and he nuzzled her neck with a gentleness she wasn't aware he possessed, kissing and licking and sucking. Kissing her while he hovered over her, his perpetually nimble fingers made quick work of her obi. With hands almost quivering in anticipation he slowly and reverently unwrapped her first her kimono and then her juban.
A short laugh broke free and anger instantly leapt into her eyes.
"I guess you really do look slender in clothes princess, these aren't half bad."
"I told you, you dumbass," she snarled back, her earlier fear replaced with a fervent desire to perform well and annoyance.
He smirked and watched her face flush as he captured a taut, binding-covered peak in his mouth. He purred in satisfaction at the mew she emitted as he began to suckle her. Her soft pants fueled him and with a terrifying swiftness he had run a tanto through her chest bindings. He laughed at her momentary fright and nipped the mound gently, laving it with his tongue. Her hips ground upwards, instinctively meshing with his and he shuddering from the strain of taking not ripping off his clothes and brutally taking her right there.
Her hands shoved at his red haori, pushing it down to where it hung shapelessly off hiss elbows as he leaned over her. Taking the (rather forceful) hint he quickly shed it and his under shirt and let her pale, dexterous little hands ghosting over his chest.
Clothes were peeled off and flung carelessly across the hut, and his dark skin was pressed against her fair skin. His mouth and hands were everywhere, sinking and probing and licking and biting.
He was feral and hot and he seared her as he lowered himself onto her. Kissing her neck gently as he pressed into her, he stilled at her pained whimper. Long forearms braced him over her, and he pressed his lips to her forehead as he arched his back and furrowed into her again, eliciting a prolonged moan. The mixture of pain and pleasure had her head spinning and tossing back and forth. Cries for increased speed brought him out of his uncharacteristic tenderness and pushed him into familiar territory. Utilizing his inhuman flexibility in a way that had her keening into the dim light of the hut, he twisted his hips and lunged forward at the same time. Fingers scored his back and dug into the oscillating muscles beneath his swarthy skin.
"M-mugen."
He grunted in reply pistoning in and out to her continued delight. With an ebullient cry she arched up against him before sagging down bonelessly against the futon, her glazed dreamy eyes watching the wolfish grin that burgeoned on his face die as his thrusts lost their crazed finesse. Lowering himself down onto her he gathered her in his arms, nuzzling her neck.
As he laid there cuddling the small girl he wondered if she realized the enormity of what had just transpired. Whether she grasped that he had definitely transcended from transitory to permanent.
As she laid there pressing her sweaty body against his larger, sunkissed frame, she wondered if he realized that she would give herself to no one but him. That he had completely stolen her attention and would hold her captive to her dying day, regardless of whether he wanted said attention.
So they laid there, each wondering about the other and clinging more tightly, anchoring themselves subconsciously against the feelings of uncertainty that endeavored to sweep them apart.
She felt better when he gently kissed her forehead and tucked her under against his chest.
He felt better when she rubbed her head against his chin and smiled up at him in a wistful, adoring fashion.
So they fell asleep in the dim light of the hut in a tangled heap and couldn't have been happier.
