~oer! Okay . . . so this chapter is called lust, which means naturally
love, sex, and other passionate moments will be involved (lol) . . . this
is my first time writing erm . . . "passion" and I hope it comes out okay!
I doubt I will describe them actually making it, but kissing and fondling
galore . . . alright! That was yer' warning!
This chapter is short and confusing But it kicks ass!!
Lots of J/H, yay LegolasLuver!!
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Love, Sex, and Tournament Style Revenge
Part 10.
Lust
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"Here we are." Hwoarang smiled as he opened up the door to Nina's apt. "What happened to our old place?" "Sold it. I uh, needed a fresh start."
Julia frowned, but followed him into the dark living room anyway, inhaling the scent of female perfume. She sighed, why did she think he would hold out for her? "Do you live here alone?" "Yeah." Her heart leapt slightly, and the smile quickly returned to her face. "Now if I could just find that damn light switch -CLICK-" The light flashed on, and Hwoarang grinned smugly at Julia's shocked expression. Nina was a good decorator. "Much better, if you'll excuse me for a moment." "Sure" Julia sat down on the white leather couch, still in shock.
-----(switch to Hwoarang)
"Beautiful, you're my favorite girl" Hwoarang mimicked the popular Pharrell song in a ridiculous soprano; laughing as he pulled off his black shirt, just to put on another. "I just want you to know, oh, oh, ooh- OH!" The red haired man leapt back in shock, landing with a thud on the bathroom floor.
"Anna, oh my god Anna!" Anna Williams was lying in the bathtub, her pale naked body floating in the red water, wrists slashed and dripping. "Anna" Hwoarang reached for her, she was cold. Tears fell from his eyes as he stared in shock. She killed herself? Over him? "Hwoarang!?" Julia called from the next room, but he couldn't will himself to yell back. He couldn't will himself to move. "Hwoarang!?" Then again, he doubted she would understand finding a dead naked girl in his bathtub. Hwoarang forced himself up, and he made his way to the tub. Using minimal strength, he lifted Anna out of the tub, and stuffed her lifeless body into the closet.
"Hwoarang!? Are you okay!?" He ran the drain in the tub, wiping up the sides, as Julia's voice grew nearer. The knife was still sitting in the soap dish. Hwoarang frowned and wiped it clear of the crimson liquid; she was right outside the door.
"Hwoarang?" Julia swung open the door with a curious smile on her face, holding up a large bottle of wine, "Perrier oka-oh my god!"
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(an hour earlier)
"Fox." "Oye, Nina! That you?" The blonde man smiled at her presence, "Come back for a bang?" "Sorry Steve, not today." Nina frowned and sat down on the locker bench, enjoying watching him move around in simply a towel.
"Who is it this time?" "Jin Kazama." "The boss?" "The target, I'm the boss."
Steve smirked and dropped the towel, "What's in it for me?" "The usual" she replied, raising her eyebrows and crossing her legs. "Ace*, I'll do it. When?" (*cool) "Right now." (present time) Nina walked briskly down the street, her stiletto's clapping loudly on the pavement. She was attracting a lot of attention, but then again, 5 ridiculously large guards were following her. Not to mention the fact that she was also walking beside the lightweight boxing champion of the world. Steve smiled at the blonde woman beside him, before slipping a ski mask over his own blonde head; He couldn't risk being seen. "This is it, Kazama Dojo, Loft 305."
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"What? What is it?" Hwoarang looked petrified, had he missed something?
"S-Sp-Spider!" He glanced towards the wall, where a daddy long legs was perching harmlessly, and let out a huge sigh of relief.
"I thought higher of you Jules." "Just shut up and kill it, Perrier okay?" "Its fine, I'll meet you out there." She gave him one brighter smile, turned and left the room. Hwoarang sighed again, letting the knife fall to the floor. He laughed, and shaking his head followed her out. They talked for a while, music and politics, art and literature. Food, wine, fighting techniques (() All the while Julia tried to suppress the building sensations she was feeling. "So when did you get fish?" Julia giggled, noting the large wall-fish- tank, "I never knew you liked them."
"Things change, I've changed." He looked up from under his bangs, his dark brown eyes searching hers.
"Me too, Hwoarang-" "What?" "I-I-I lied. I lied to you," Julia closed her eyes, and continued in a rush, "Things aren't right with Jin. They're horrible. First there was Ling, and then I found him-then I found him cheating on me with this horrible woman, and I-Oh" She collapsed into his chest, and Hwoarang reached his muscular arms around her back, pulling her closer as she sobbed into his shirt. "And I can't help but wonder" Julia said slowly, bringing her face up to meet his, "What would have happened, if I had stayed with you." "Julia, I" "You what?" She whispered, her lips inches from his lips, she could feel his hot breath on her skin.
"Beep Ba Ba Beep!" Julia's cell phone sang out, its annoying ring reminding the couple where they were and what they were about to do. But Julia didn't flinch.
"I think you should go." Hwoarang stated, his tone unnaturally regretful. She frowned and stood up, and headed towards the table. The phone was still blaring loudly. Hwoarang groaned, and ran his fingers through his hair furiously, he didn't catch her smile.
"Bloop" The telephone landed in the fishtank with a splash, and Julia seductively walked back towards the couch. Forcefully rolling him onto his back, and straddling his hips. The last thing Hwoarang saw was her smile, before she crushed her lips into his.
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"Dammit Julia where are you?" Jin Kazama hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose. She wouldn't take his calls. Massaging his neck, Jin walked to the kitchen. He was worried about Julia, it wasn't like her to give him the silent treatment, she was more of a screamer. Jin's head shot up from his cup o' noodles, someone was at the door. His feet padded softly across the matted floorboards, as he approached the door.
"Coming!" The person was banging furiously by now, "Ye-" but he hit the floor before he could finish.
"Good morning Mr. Kazama, time to die."
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The passion was beyond words, and it had taken the both of them. Hwoarang furiously ran his fingers through her hair, pushing her mouth farther into his. Their lips were crushed as one, and their hands . . . everywhere. Hwoarang danced his fingers up her back, sending shivers up and down her spin. Slowly he tugged at the material of her shirt, lifting the soft cotton to reveal even softer skin. Julia worked her kisses over to his ear, gentle nibbling on the delicate lobe. He buried himself in her hair, greedily inhaling the scent of her shampoo.
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The blows were coming from every direction, Jin couldn't see because his eyes were swollen shut. Pain, all he knew was the pain. If he squinted, Jin was able to vaguely see his attackers; at that moment it was a bulldozer of a man, dressed in all black. Jin blocked his punches, and attempted to fight back, but as a result of a misplanted kick, he ended up falling face first into the coffee table.
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Julia kissed her way down his neck, and planted sweet smooches on his collarbone, sending Hwoarang into ecstasy again and again. She sat up on his waist, and pulled her shirt off, smiling at his wide eyes expression she dove back in, her lips once again reaching his.
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Jin wasn't one to lose a fight, each one of his senses was on high alert, and he struggled to overpower the attackers. He could hear the bored sighs, and occasional cackles of a woman, he could hear the WOMP of a powerful fist slicing through the air. Jin could hear everything around him, too bad he couldn't see. "Hai!" moving faster than he thought possible, Jin flipped out of the way of his attacker. He emitted a loud karate groan, as he gripping the assailants foot, and twisted it unnaturally. He could hear the man scream out in pain.
"Fool!" The woman yelled, laughing even harder than before." But she was wrong, he was no fool, and in a minute he had another guard unconscious. Kick. Punch. Duck. Jump. His body was moving like clockwork, robotically taking out each man who came his way.
"Fine, he wants to play it rough," Jin pried his eyes open to see Nina Williams standing before him, "Its Steve's show now."
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Julia dug her nails into his back, clawing at the soft skin. They had switched positions, and she had already yanked off his tight black t-shirt (he's like Fred Flinstone! One outfit!). She was hungry, she needed him, almost as much as he needed her. Hwoarang sighed contently as she ran her fingers across his bare chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, and squeezing his biceps. "Julia" He moaned between haggard breaths, this was foreplay at its best (:P). "What?" "Julia I-I" But she silenced him with another kiss, and finally . . . began to tug at the hem of his pants.
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Steve, whoever that was, was a professional. There was no doubt in Jin's mind about that. A professional in what, however, was something he wasn't sure of, but this guy had a knack for beating the crap out of people. In the rare moments Jin was able to see, he noticed that "Steve" wasn't a big guy, but he had large powerful arms that he used to continuously thrust his fists in Jin's gut. This guy never stopped, and Jin had stopped being able to breath 5 minutes before. He cried out in pain, a particularly terrible punch had landed square to his heart. The bones crushed under the pressure, and our hero gasped for breath, nothing. Nina smiled.
"That's enough boys, Mr. Kazama take this as a warning-stay away from Julia Chang." And then it all went black.
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Julia's eyes fluttered open. Hwoarang was across from her, sound asleep. She gasped at his presence, but suddenly remembering where she was, calmed down. She had slept with him. Slept with Hwoarang, her ex. What was she going to tell Jin? Julia pushed Jin out of her mind, she would think about that later. At that moment, she needed to figure a way out of there without waking him. Julia slid out of bed, annoyed at the fact that she was naked, and snatched her clothes off the dresser. She stole one last glance at his sleeping form, his red hair falling carelessly over his beautiful face, for once in his life looking completely innocent, and raced out of the apartment.
~!! -Foo
This chapter is short and confusing But it kicks ass!!
Lots of J/H, yay LegolasLuver!!
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Love, Sex, and Tournament Style Revenge
Part 10.
Lust
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"Here we are." Hwoarang smiled as he opened up the door to Nina's apt. "What happened to our old place?" "Sold it. I uh, needed a fresh start."
Julia frowned, but followed him into the dark living room anyway, inhaling the scent of female perfume. She sighed, why did she think he would hold out for her? "Do you live here alone?" "Yeah." Her heart leapt slightly, and the smile quickly returned to her face. "Now if I could just find that damn light switch -CLICK-" The light flashed on, and Hwoarang grinned smugly at Julia's shocked expression. Nina was a good decorator. "Much better, if you'll excuse me for a moment." "Sure" Julia sat down on the white leather couch, still in shock.
-----(switch to Hwoarang)
"Beautiful, you're my favorite girl" Hwoarang mimicked the popular Pharrell song in a ridiculous soprano; laughing as he pulled off his black shirt, just to put on another. "I just want you to know, oh, oh, ooh- OH!" The red haired man leapt back in shock, landing with a thud on the bathroom floor.
"Anna, oh my god Anna!" Anna Williams was lying in the bathtub, her pale naked body floating in the red water, wrists slashed and dripping. "Anna" Hwoarang reached for her, she was cold. Tears fell from his eyes as he stared in shock. She killed herself? Over him? "Hwoarang!?" Julia called from the next room, but he couldn't will himself to yell back. He couldn't will himself to move. "Hwoarang!?" Then again, he doubted she would understand finding a dead naked girl in his bathtub. Hwoarang forced himself up, and he made his way to the tub. Using minimal strength, he lifted Anna out of the tub, and stuffed her lifeless body into the closet.
"Hwoarang!? Are you okay!?" He ran the drain in the tub, wiping up the sides, as Julia's voice grew nearer. The knife was still sitting in the soap dish. Hwoarang frowned and wiped it clear of the crimson liquid; she was right outside the door.
"Hwoarang?" Julia swung open the door with a curious smile on her face, holding up a large bottle of wine, "Perrier oka-oh my god!"
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(an hour earlier)
"Fox." "Oye, Nina! That you?" The blonde man smiled at her presence, "Come back for a bang?" "Sorry Steve, not today." Nina frowned and sat down on the locker bench, enjoying watching him move around in simply a towel.
"Who is it this time?" "Jin Kazama." "The boss?" "The target, I'm the boss."
Steve smirked and dropped the towel, "What's in it for me?" "The usual" she replied, raising her eyebrows and crossing her legs. "Ace*, I'll do it. When?" (*cool) "Right now." (present time) Nina walked briskly down the street, her stiletto's clapping loudly on the pavement. She was attracting a lot of attention, but then again, 5 ridiculously large guards were following her. Not to mention the fact that she was also walking beside the lightweight boxing champion of the world. Steve smiled at the blonde woman beside him, before slipping a ski mask over his own blonde head; He couldn't risk being seen. "This is it, Kazama Dojo, Loft 305."
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"What? What is it?" Hwoarang looked petrified, had he missed something?
"S-Sp-Spider!" He glanced towards the wall, where a daddy long legs was perching harmlessly, and let out a huge sigh of relief.
"I thought higher of you Jules." "Just shut up and kill it, Perrier okay?" "Its fine, I'll meet you out there." She gave him one brighter smile, turned and left the room. Hwoarang sighed again, letting the knife fall to the floor. He laughed, and shaking his head followed her out. They talked for a while, music and politics, art and literature. Food, wine, fighting techniques (() All the while Julia tried to suppress the building sensations she was feeling. "So when did you get fish?" Julia giggled, noting the large wall-fish- tank, "I never knew you liked them."
"Things change, I've changed." He looked up from under his bangs, his dark brown eyes searching hers.
"Me too, Hwoarang-" "What?" "I-I-I lied. I lied to you," Julia closed her eyes, and continued in a rush, "Things aren't right with Jin. They're horrible. First there was Ling, and then I found him-then I found him cheating on me with this horrible woman, and I-Oh" She collapsed into his chest, and Hwoarang reached his muscular arms around her back, pulling her closer as she sobbed into his shirt. "And I can't help but wonder" Julia said slowly, bringing her face up to meet his, "What would have happened, if I had stayed with you." "Julia, I" "You what?" She whispered, her lips inches from his lips, she could feel his hot breath on her skin.
"Beep Ba Ba Beep!" Julia's cell phone sang out, its annoying ring reminding the couple where they were and what they were about to do. But Julia didn't flinch.
"I think you should go." Hwoarang stated, his tone unnaturally regretful. She frowned and stood up, and headed towards the table. The phone was still blaring loudly. Hwoarang groaned, and ran his fingers through his hair furiously, he didn't catch her smile.
"Bloop" The telephone landed in the fishtank with a splash, and Julia seductively walked back towards the couch. Forcefully rolling him onto his back, and straddling his hips. The last thing Hwoarang saw was her smile, before she crushed her lips into his.
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"Dammit Julia where are you?" Jin Kazama hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose. She wouldn't take his calls. Massaging his neck, Jin walked to the kitchen. He was worried about Julia, it wasn't like her to give him the silent treatment, she was more of a screamer. Jin's head shot up from his cup o' noodles, someone was at the door. His feet padded softly across the matted floorboards, as he approached the door.
"Coming!" The person was banging furiously by now, "Ye-" but he hit the floor before he could finish.
"Good morning Mr. Kazama, time to die."
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The passion was beyond words, and it had taken the both of them. Hwoarang furiously ran his fingers through her hair, pushing her mouth farther into his. Their lips were crushed as one, and their hands . . . everywhere. Hwoarang danced his fingers up her back, sending shivers up and down her spin. Slowly he tugged at the material of her shirt, lifting the soft cotton to reveal even softer skin. Julia worked her kisses over to his ear, gentle nibbling on the delicate lobe. He buried himself in her hair, greedily inhaling the scent of her shampoo.
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The blows were coming from every direction, Jin couldn't see because his eyes were swollen shut. Pain, all he knew was the pain. If he squinted, Jin was able to vaguely see his attackers; at that moment it was a bulldozer of a man, dressed in all black. Jin blocked his punches, and attempted to fight back, but as a result of a misplanted kick, he ended up falling face first into the coffee table.
----------------------------------------
Julia kissed her way down his neck, and planted sweet smooches on his collarbone, sending Hwoarang into ecstasy again and again. She sat up on his waist, and pulled her shirt off, smiling at his wide eyes expression she dove back in, her lips once again reaching his.
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Jin wasn't one to lose a fight, each one of his senses was on high alert, and he struggled to overpower the attackers. He could hear the bored sighs, and occasional cackles of a woman, he could hear the WOMP of a powerful fist slicing through the air. Jin could hear everything around him, too bad he couldn't see. "Hai!" moving faster than he thought possible, Jin flipped out of the way of his attacker. He emitted a loud karate groan, as he gripping the assailants foot, and twisted it unnaturally. He could hear the man scream out in pain.
"Fool!" The woman yelled, laughing even harder than before." But she was wrong, he was no fool, and in a minute he had another guard unconscious. Kick. Punch. Duck. Jump. His body was moving like clockwork, robotically taking out each man who came his way.
"Fine, he wants to play it rough," Jin pried his eyes open to see Nina Williams standing before him, "Its Steve's show now."
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Julia dug her nails into his back, clawing at the soft skin. They had switched positions, and she had already yanked off his tight black t-shirt (he's like Fred Flinstone! One outfit!). She was hungry, she needed him, almost as much as he needed her. Hwoarang sighed contently as she ran her fingers across his bare chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, and squeezing his biceps. "Julia" He moaned between haggard breaths, this was foreplay at its best (:P). "What?" "Julia I-I" But she silenced him with another kiss, and finally . . . began to tug at the hem of his pants.
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Steve, whoever that was, was a professional. There was no doubt in Jin's mind about that. A professional in what, however, was something he wasn't sure of, but this guy had a knack for beating the crap out of people. In the rare moments Jin was able to see, he noticed that "Steve" wasn't a big guy, but he had large powerful arms that he used to continuously thrust his fists in Jin's gut. This guy never stopped, and Jin had stopped being able to breath 5 minutes before. He cried out in pain, a particularly terrible punch had landed square to his heart. The bones crushed under the pressure, and our hero gasped for breath, nothing. Nina smiled.
"That's enough boys, Mr. Kazama take this as a warning-stay away from Julia Chang." And then it all went black.
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Julia's eyes fluttered open. Hwoarang was across from her, sound asleep. She gasped at his presence, but suddenly remembering where she was, calmed down. She had slept with him. Slept with Hwoarang, her ex. What was she going to tell Jin? Julia pushed Jin out of her mind, she would think about that later. At that moment, she needed to figure a way out of there without waking him. Julia slid out of bed, annoyed at the fact that she was naked, and snatched her clothes off the dresser. She stole one last glance at his sleeping form, his red hair falling carelessly over his beautiful face, for once in his life looking completely innocent, and raced out of the apartment.
~!! -Foo