A/N: Oh the time it took, to get this decent, in my eyes, many hours went by...Anyway, M stuff occurs, wild fluff appears. It's not graphic or super smutty though, I tried to going for a more intimate, softer love scene. Hope you guys enjoy it. :)
War And Peace
The peace of both clans continued over the months, until one Summer's day, when one man, fast becoming an excellent warrior suggested, playfully that there could be a kontest of sorts. See who was the better of the two.
This was thrown out, and quickly forgotten...until Hanzo heard it. His competitive spirit roared back to life, and simmered within his veins. He approached Sub-Zero, who smirked, and agreed.
When the men found out, about the kontest, they jumped at the chance, to show off. The day the leaders picked could not be worse...
It was sweltering, so much so, merely standing outside created beads of sweat, on the foreheads, and bodies of the clan members.
Kara walked up to her leader, and blushed, when wolf whistles, were directed her way. She walked past the men, deliberately slow.
"You guys act like you've never seen a woman before".
She wore a white tank top, that was tucked into light blue denim shorts, that cut off, just before her knees, and trainers.
"What? I couldn't turn up naked now, could I?"
She waved her arms, and smirked.
"But you could have".
A lone man's voice made her eyes widen. She looked at the man, and laughed.
Another voice cut through her laugh.
"Inappropriate".
Hanzo stared at his acolyte, and shook his head.
Kara looked at him, and bowed.
It's always one of your acolytes, who say things, or look. Just what do you teach them?
A growl wanted to work it's way, out of his throat, but he swallowed it, and walked past her, standing next, to Sub-Zero.
The cryromancer clapped his hands, to gain everyone's attention.
"I propose a group battles, two on two, three on three, and so on. Then", he looked at Kara, "Then, Kara, and myself, versus Takeda and Hanzo? Will that be okay?"
Takeda stepped out of the same pagoda Hanzo, and the two men nodded. Kara agreed too.
She sat down, and watched, as five of each clan's acolytes walked, into the middle of the 'arena'.
Her Father sat next to her, and looked at the fighters.
"They are the clans future".
Jeering came from the Lin Kuei acolytes, when two of their friends were thrown, several meters across the ground. Kara raised her eyebrows.
"You can tell who's who, and I don't mean from their robes".
Jakal tilted his head, so, she continued. "Their fighting styles. The Shirai Ryu's style is quick, decisive, whereas, the Lin Kuei is more fluid, smoother, a little slower, but equally as strong".
Jakal observed, and agreed. The Lin Kuei men got up, but had to bow out. Another two men stepped in.
Kara mused. "I may well fight Ha...Master Hasashi again. Sick of him kicking my ass. I don't do dirty fighting, but, I may well have to".
Her Father looked unhappy. "Just how many times has he beaten you?"
Kara shrugged. "Three. He's tough, and he knows it. My back knows it as well...".
She changed her mind. "I'll ask Sub-Zero, if I can fight him. See how well he's trained me".
Jakal agreed. "That's better. At least we know he won't try and annihilate you".
His daughter laughed. Her attention was taken however, by Hanzo, congratulating his men. She looked at the middle of the arena, and saw five of her friends on the floor, in a crumpled heap.
Oh that does it...
She looked at Takeda, and he gulped, from the intensity, of her gaze.
Sorry, but after, well, she pointed at the defeated men, THAT, I feel I should warn you. I won't go easy, on you, or your master..
The man merely nodded, and she smirked, when she caught a little fire, in his eyes.
"I'm your only child, so, I feel obligated, to do you proud".
Jakal looked at her, and put his hand on her lower back.
"You already have done me, and your Mother proud. But, and don't tell anyone I said this...", he grinned, "Kick ass. I know you like Takeda, but sometimes, you just need to mix things up a bit".
Kara stood up, after being called over.
I don't mind his master either...
She stood up straight, and strolled forward.
"Oh, I'll mix things up alright"...
She walked over, and stood next to her leader.
"Any rules Grand-Master?"
Sub-Zero nodded. "No abilities. No killing blows, and tap out, to stop the fight".
Hanzo stood next to Takeda, and acknowledged the rules.
"Ready?"
The four got into their stances, Kara choosing Tiger style this time.
Sub-Zero bellowed. "FIGHT!"
Within seconds, Kara had scratched Hanzo's cheek, and blood dripped out of it. A collective gasp from the came crowd. The man put his hand to his face, and wiped it. When he saw the blood, that was it. Kara's cheekiness would be the death of him, if he allowed it.
He saw an opening, in Sub-Zero's defense, and grabbed his arm, pulling him off balance. He spun around, and kicked Kara, who flew back.
Takeda, who didn't really want to fight, but felt obligated to. So, he threw Kara, who grabbed rolled onto her side, and tripped him. He hit the ground, but was swiftly picked up, by his master, and so was Kara, who was thrown, against Sub-Zero. Dizziness came over her, and she tried to steady herself. Sub-Zero put her behind him, and shielded her, from a torrent of kicks, and a flurry of punches.
After some slow, calming breathes, her head stopped spinning, she ran at the two Shirai Ryu men, twisting her body, in midair, and kicked Hanzo in the face, and after she landed, she dodged a grab from Takeda, and punched him in the jaw, and then under his chin.
She took a few seconds to breathe, and looked and saw Sub-Zero and Hanzo, who, if anyone didn't know better, were just fighting, not viciously tearing at each other. Though, on closer inspection, bruises covered the entirety of her leader's skin, from what she could see, and Hanzo was bleeding, from his lip, face, and his right eye was swelling up.
Takeda was trying to get up again, but couldn't. His heard a pop, and howled. Kara turned, and looked down.
"Don't move, you've broken your arm", she frowned, "Shit, I'm sorry".
She knelt down. "Brace yourself, this will hurt".
She took his arm, and popped it, back, into the shoulder socket. Another loud groan finally took the two master's attention, and they stopped fighting.
Hanzo turned, and saw his pupil, on the floor, in obvious pain. He walked around Kara, and knelt down.
She looked guilty. "I broke his arm".
A deep violet magic covered Takeda, who's murmuring stopped, and his brows no longer furrowed.
The older man looked at the woman, Kara grew uncomfortable, and looked at the floor.
Thank you, for healing Takeda.
Sub-Zero's hand on her shoulder made her look up, at him.
"Is Takeda okay?"
The man in yellow and black nodded.
He helped Takeda up, turning to face his men.
"I'd call this a draw".
The man in blue and black concurred.
"A draw it is. Well done Kara, I see you've improved".
Kara bowed and smiled. "Thank you. I do have an excellent trainer, after all".
She bowed to Takeda, Hanzo, and the crowd of men. She walked towards her Father,
"Oh, and you're welcome".
She directed that at the man in yellow and black, who shot her a look, of fury.
Sub-Zero and Takeda just looked confused...
After dinner, Hanzo made sure to wait, until everyone had left, to their quarters, and caught Kara, on her way out. He was rather irked with her. She fought a giggle. She had cast her line, and caught him, hook, line and sinker, whether he liked it or not.
"Hmm?"
Her feigning innocence further riled him. "Are you deliberately trying, to get a rise out of me?"
Kara raised an eyebrow, and bit her lip. "Trying? It's working already. Has been for a while".
She felt a flare of heat in her gut, but the source wasn't from her. It was from him.
For over a year, you've driven me insane.
Kara pouted.
You could have said stop. You didn't. Why not?
She felt achy, and wanted to take a bath.
"Look. If you want me to stop, I will. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am sore, sweaty and I need to wind down".
He walled to the doorway outside, but stopped by it. Kara sighed, walking past him, without paying him any attention.
He slammed his hand, on the wall behind her. She jumped, and turned to face him. He backed her up, against the wall, and stood, strong, like a statue. He wasn't going to move.
An arched brown brow moved up. She stopped breathing again...
"This needs to stop".
His whisper gave away his lie. His body language wasn't saying what his mouth was. His other hand wove it's way through her hair, and stopped, on her cheek.
Kara forced a breath out, and looked at his arm.
"Which head are you thinking with? It seems to be the one on your shoulders, then the other".
Hanzo growled, and the young woman's stomach felt like butterflies were caged within it.
"I don't understand you at all".
This was not the place, for intimacy.
"Not here. Besides", Kara tilted her head, "I can get a little loud".
A sharp, swift shove, and he was standing, in-between her legs.
And be damned, her calmness left her, replaced with liquid, molten hot flooding her body.
He teleported them to the foot, of the mountain, on which the Lin Kuei temple stood.
This move left her confused, but she soon saw why he did this...
Fire swirled around the man, and melted the snow around him. Falling snowflakes were utterly obliterated, in the air.
Hanzo paced, unsure, and slightly insecure. Sex wasn't something he pursued, and hadn't had any, in over twenty years. He still questioned why Kara, a woman almost half his age, offered herself. He wasn't about satiating his lust, no matter how much it niggled away at him.
There were other ways, to tame the urge, he knew. But, it always made him feel, like a depraved loser, a fiend almost.
Wait...offered herself? He made Kara sound like a prostitute, when she was no such thing. He actively participated in this 'chase', their little game. He usually wouldn't. A few women had tried this, and he flatly refused to play along.
With Kara however, something thrilled him, and had the ice he'd put around his heart melting away, and warmth replaced that. It wasn't love, he knew what that felt like, and this wasn't it.
Could he even do this? Surely the implications would be dire. If anyone found out, he'd be ruined his reputation would be ruined, and Kara would be dragged through the mud, and shamed.
He didn't want to put her through that.
That was until, he looked at her, and what he saw made the lower half of his body thrum to life. She was far away enough, to not see it, but if she read his mind, he was done...
Kara's eyes widened, and her pupil's were huge. She looked at Hanzo, like he was a piece of meat, her base instincts were on a primal level.
But, Gods, it couldn't be here. She couldn't live that down, if someone saw, or heard her. AND him.
She opened a portal, to her home, and began to go through it, when she was pulled back.
Frustration, for an unknown reason came out. "Ugh, stop this! Just tell me what you want!"
Hanzo pulled her back, and fire surrounded their forms. He kissed her, and she gave in, melting immediately.
Fighting this for any longer would have been pointless. She wanted this, and it appeared he did too.
She pulled away, and glided fingers, down his spine. He arched into that, and she smiled.
"Follow me, if you want too. If you don't, I won't be offended".
He didn't need asking twice...
The pair walked through the portal, to Kara's home. The air was still here, no noise permeated the area. Kara appreciated that, where she lived, it was fairly peaceful, she liked peace and quiet.
She opened her door, and pulled the man inside, kissing him, as she did.
She pulled him up the stairs, but stopped, halfway up.
"I need a shower. You know where my bedroom is. Wait there?"
He nodded, and the two walked into her bedroom.
The woman grabbed a towel, and bottle of shower gel, before entering the bathroom.
Hanzo sat on her bed, and noted that her room, and house in general did was practical, and did not have many unnecessary items.
He took off his clothes, and placed them, into the wash basket, in the corner of the room.
He stretched, and spotted a dress in her wardrobe, the one she wore, that caught his attention, and the attention, of another part of his anatomy. The black dress showed a lot of skin, and he wanted to say something like it didn't look right on her, but he knew that would be condescending, and untrue. She looked at ease, happy, content, and he felt a change, in her demeanor.
She was unlike women, he had met before. Even after regaining his soul, his love life had been nonexistent. Women just didn't bother with him, and he didn't wish to be played, or have his heart damaged.
But, Kara? Sure, she was brash, impulsive. But, he found her interesting, and rather beautiful.
She was small, all her features were, and her body.
Her pale skin glowed, and when she smiled, he wanted to smile in return. She had that type of smile, that warmed his chest, melted the ice, around his sheltered heart. He'd placed many walls around that for a reason. And since it began beating again, he had been protective over it, and his mind.
Kara eased his burdens, never lied, or treated him badly. She took him in, to her home, and put up, with his regressions, and misplaced vitriol.
Kara was a good women, he knew that...
Kara got out of the shower, and walked into her room.
She saw an almost fully nude Hanzo, fiddling, with a pill packet. She flushed.
He raised a brow. "And these are?..."
Kara stood in front of him. "Contraceptives. I take them to balance my hormones. They also prevent pregnancy. But, since I haven't been getting any...", she petered off.
The man looked at the packet, in disbelief.
"These little pills do that?"
Kara sat next to him, and nodded. The man's eyes caught her, adjusting her towel, and he coughed.
"Yes. Isn't science great? Hah", she paused, "I'm rambling, aren't I? Do you want a shower?"
Hanzo nodded, and stood up. Kara threw a towel at his retreating form.
The moment the bathroom door had closed, she squealed. She couldn't believe, that she was going to start having sex again, and with someone she trusted. Not some random guy, who she seemed to pick up, rather easily, when out.
That annoyed her. She'd be out, not looking for anyone, and men would just sidle alongside her, give her an hour or so, to get to know them, then ask if she'd put out. She wasn't that type of girl. The 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am' types were all she attracted, and it pissed her off.
Hanzo on the other hand, she knew would likely be a one time thing, if anything happened, that was. She wanted it too, but was concerned, that he would panic, and freak out. The age gap did not bother her, it did him however.
He knew she wasn't some inexperienced waif, and that she had a decent knowledge, of the act of sex.
It had been a long time, but, she hadn't forgotten the age old rhythm.
Kara knew it had been a very long time, for him. She wondered how he resisted the urge, the sensual pull you felt, when you are physically attracted to someone. Or your body requires self-love.
So, she was attractive to him? That was an ego boost. Another, long dormant part of her body agreed with her, and she resisted giving in to it.
She closed her eyes, and lay down, before realising just how much she had gleaned from him.
His eyes were expressive pools of brown, capable of getting across anger, sadness, and vulnerability. Kara knew she was one, of only a few, who had ever seen the man vulnerable.
His skin was almond tone, kissed by the sun a tad.
His muscles were just right for her. Not the 'bodybuilder, with bulging veins' type of muscle, but not slim either.
His expressions, often one of harsh intensity. Yet, when he was curious, she found him handsome. His angular features were sharp, yet she wanted to touch them.
Explore him.
She wanted this to go smoothly.
More importantly? She wanted him to be happy.
Hanzo got out of the shower, but forged wrapping the towel, around his waist.
He walked into Kara's bedroom as quietly as he could. Not a problem for him. He found her, asleep?
Ah...
He decided to write a note, to explain what happened. He turned to grab his clothes, and almost jumped, out of his skin, when he felt fingers, on his spine.
Kara smirked, and took off her towel, letting it drop to the floor. She pressed her breasts against his back, and felt him shiver in response.
She took his hands in hers, and let him do, what he wanted with then. Pushing him wasn't an option, or just jumping straight into things.
Slow, but steady.
He was trembling, Gods damn him! Since when was he afraid? This was unlike him. Kara removed her hands.
Breathe. I won't do anything, unless you want me to.
He turned, and she smiled earnestly. She gave him a kiss, and let him guide her.
He had her trace his chest, and see the little freckles, near his shoulders. Down his arms, and onto his back.
Kara couldn't help but notice how intimate this was, how shy he was. It was a different side to him, and she grew fond of this side rather quickly.
A slight glint in his eyes made her grin, and he turned them around, so she was against the cabinet.
"Mmhmm".
Kara nodded, and he kissed her, whilst she guiding his hands, over her body. Now, she began to tremble. She bit his lip lightly, which made him growl.
She placed his hands on her breasts and moved away from him, sighing.
Hanzo tilted his head, when she moved her hands. "You know where I want to put them. Is that okay?"
His hands answered that. He took one of her's and placed it near his groin, and his own hand went on her hip...
Breathe, he needed to remind himself to breathe. Waves of pleasure began increasing steadily, in his body. He started gritting his teeth, and so did Kara. She shifted and bit his shoulder. It would leave a mark, they knew. But, they didn't care right now. The consequences of that didn't matter.
Kara kept shifting, which placed a tinge of worry, inside Hanzo's mind. It blossomed as she whined. Wasn't he doing this right? He moved his hand further down. She swore and begged, begged him, not to stop. He needed her to stop, unless she wanted him embarrassing himself.
He removed her hand, and she grabbed his ass. Her pupils were huge, and she squeaked, digging her nails into his flesh.
Kara took a few breaths, to calm down.
She laughed breathlessly.
"Well, that happened. That isn't easy to do either. Well done, I commend you".
She started laughing, and he looked confused, before joining in.
Kara took his hand, and pulled him down, on top of her.
They aligned their hips, and nerves flitted about her face, as Hanzo entered her.
She huffed out a breath, and furrowed her brows, as he let her body adjust. She moved her hips, and he braced his arms, either side of her body, heat slowly working it's way, up to boiling point inside his body.
The internal muscles began to ease their grip on him, and Kara wasn't going to wait any longer. She lifted her hips, and pulled him into her entirely.
And then, they began the age old rhythm, teasing, teetering, gasps and moans the only audible sign, of what was going on, in that room...