Life So Complicated
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I do not own any of the characters involved, besides the ones of my own creation. I am not making any money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. All rights reserved.
A/N: Warning: Sexual situation involved in this chapter. You have been warned.
Chapter 6
"Trust is a very thin line with us, but it's the only thing we can bank on to keep your child safe. I know that Jin has got it into your head that I'm going to back stab you once I get my way. I could have considered it, since I have nothing to lose, but let me ask you, what would be the point? I'm not asking for you to trust me, I'll let you decide your allegiances for yourself. But just think about who you'd rather have his hand on your shoulder."
Miharu could clearly hear Kazuya's voice inside her head as she tried to shake away his little speech he'd given her just earlier when she had come forward and asked if trust was going to be enough. It had been bugging her since she'd decided to keep her faith with him, though she knew Jin was definitely not too keen about his father being about.
She knew undoubtedly that she would trust Kazuya any day of Heihachi. If Kazuya were out to cause trouble, he'd have done it by now. He was calculating, but he didn't beat around the bush. Her baby's life relied on her decision; she just hoped she was making the right one.
From the bathroom, she heard the faint bang of the apartment door shutting for probably the third time that evening. Kazuya was going in and out of the apartment, keeping close in case of any of Heihachi's men decided to pay a visit. He was sort of playing his own one-man security. It did bother her, but not as much as she thought she would have been. Maybe she was going to start trusting him after all.
Clearing all thoughts, she continued getting undressed, preparing to take a long needed shower. She'd worked a long shift at work since she'd had a half-day at university. Now, she was ready to hide out from all the little things in the world. She wished that the hot water would make everything go away, if not for a moment so she could enjoy herself without any pressure.
She jumped as the bathroom door opened. She put it all down to her being nervous at everything these days, as she was pretty much a walking target. She clenched the front of her half-open blouse together; feeling rather vulnerable since she was half dressed now. She'd have been furious if it had been Kazuya, but she calmed when she saw it was Jin.
"Oh, you had me going there. Thought someone was going to try and nab me," she said, breathing out a sigh.
"Don't talk like that," he said solemnly. "I'm worried nearly every minute of the day about you. Don't get me going anymore."
She cringed. "Sorry. Do you need anything?"
"Wanted to clean up," he told her, showing off his clothes state and complexion. "I've been working hard in the stock warehouse."
"Poor man. Work never done, hey?" Miharu said sweetly, winking. "Just like me. Toiling after people. No rest for the wicked."
Jin slipped in fully and shut the bathroom door behind him. "That's true. You don't mind if I wash up, do you?"
"Sinks free. I'm using the shower," she signalled and returned to her task of undressing.
"Fine by me," he said, slipping past her within the small space and went to the sink. He pulled his jacket and shirt over his head, glad to be rid of the clingy material. Miharu stole a glance from over a now naked shoulder. She still felt giddy every time she saw his finely toned body, and especially like now, when it glistened at her, wanting to be noticed. She chuckled silently and reached around to unclasp her bra. The garment fell away as the straps slide down her arms.
Jin fumbled through the medicine cabinet for his razor, the mouthwash and after-shave. Being a neat freak, sometimes he'd forget where he'd put things. He sighed at his own little dilemma and shut the cabinet door, looking into the mirror, catching a glimpse of his striking lover behind him.
Miharu was now almost free of her clothes, lasting slipping away her skirt and panties and kicking them aside to the laundry basket.
She was remarkably beautiful; so well slim and beautifully shaped. He knew soon that her stomach would take more form as the baby grew, but it wouldn't in the least ruin how beautiful she looked. Between washing and what not, Jin just couldn't take his eyes off her as she moved around behind him, sorting out her accessories she wanted to take in to the shower with her.
The young Japanese girl finally noticed the prying eyes of her boyfriend and peered over her shoulder with seductive eyes. "Oh, you like what you see?"
A deep smirk set into his face. "You know I do."
She chuckled, placing her hands on the sliding, frosty glass of the shower. "Well, if you're just oh so interested, why don't you help wash this lovely body of mine." She just had to laugh at his sudden wide-eyed expression. "An excuse for you to get in here to… besides the fact I think you could do with a shower too."
She had a point. "Yes, actually, I think a shower would be in order right now. Wash away the stress."
She partially stepped into the shower as she turned back, a much more serious expression taking over. "Stresses apart from work I take it?"
"Not to do with the baby that's for sure. Just… my father being around…"
She put up her hand, suddenly stopping him from going on. "Look, forget about him. It may be hard to pretend he's not here but just for a moment, but lets try and pretend it's just us…" She dragged on the word as she let her hands come to undo the top of his trousers. "… Living a quiet and normal life and expressing passion without having to think about it. Okay?"
He gave her a simple nod, finishing the job in removing the last of his clothes, visibly relaxing. "Okay."
"Right then, follow me, my lord," she baited in an alluring way, reaching her hand out to him, in which he promptly took and allowed her to lead him into the shower cubicle.
Reaching behind her, she took the tap in her hand and twisted it, bringing a burst of water into the cubicle. Jin never took his eyes off of her as he carefully shut the glass door behind him. Now, revelling within this private moment, he didn't waste time to take her within his arms and coax her into a long, passionate kiss.
She didn't mind this sudden indulgence of desire; it was absolutely wonderful to be lovingly there within his arms, no sense of uncertainty of what they were doing. The warmth of his body and from the water of the shower brought a flush to her cheeks. It was such an amazing feeling. It had felt like an eternity since they'd been in a sexual situation such as this.
Jin craved her so much that he knew only that he was willing to ravish her. The kiss felt like they were immersed into a deep pool together and that every urge pressed to them was symbolism with the hot water of the shower. His hands explored her body, first running over her back and then sneaking around her bottom, giving a gently squeeze, then coming up to her front and taking hold of her prominent breasts.
Miharu leaned back against the cool tiles, sending a shiver up her spine with the feel of opposition to the warmth was surrounding her. His hands were caressing her bust with great care, his thumbs circling the hardening tips.
She was in a state of euphoria, so caught up that the burdens that had once lain heavy on her before were suddenly lifted. Heihachi… the name was nothing anymore…
She gasped as she felt his mouth encircle her left breast, tongue rolling over it delicately, beginning to work a pattern across the skin. Her other breast did not go ignored as his hand came to once again caress it, now and again pulling at the tip, causing Miharu to groan feebly. He wanted to smile at this, but his mouth was too preoccupied.
She shuddered, fingers idly running up and down his back, feeling a little useless. His attentions were on her, but she felt he was getting nothing from this, only the knowledge of her own pleasure. Her body reacted quite wildly as she felt the nudge of his desire against her torso. How could she let it be ignored?
She pushed him back slightly, and he instantly detached from her breast, giving her a confused look from under his heavy, wet bangs. She smirked and lent into to steal a quick kiss, sneakily letting her hands go towards his lower extremities.
He almost jumped out of his skin, a sound between a yelp and a moan escaping his lips as he felt her hands encircle his appendage, beginning a gentle caress up and down the length.
"Miharu…" He murmured.
"I know, I'm a sneak…" She whispered, her concentration between kissing a line across his broad chest and working her hands on his desire, with much great response coming from him. He ached, he throbbed and he wanted to cry out and loose himself, but he just didn't want to drown out just yet. He drew her kisses away from his chest, rising her chin up so her lips were easy access to his own, capturing them in a feeble distraction.
She pulled him down slightly, feeling him begin to buckle and she closed the gap between them, bodies making an almost magnetic contact, his desire rubbing against her own since he'd lost some of his height advantage over her.
"So close…" She teased; watching his dark eyes trail across her face, a smile coming to his lips in acknowledgement of what she was insinuating.
He was ready to push further; knowing by the look in her eyes that this was an insistent sign. But before he could go on to the next level of the intimacy, there was a knock at the door, breaking down all the walls of ecstasy and bringing them back to the cruel reality.
"Miharu? Jin?" Kazuya's voice floated from outside. Since the loud noise of the shower had been the background to their activity, they hadn't heard him return once more.
"Well, there goes the moment…" Miharu sighed in disappointment and called out in response to the Mishima. "Yes, we're in here!"
"Sorry to disturb you." Jin almost hissed at the slight amusement in his father's voice. "Just brought round some security equipment to set up for you."
"Stay out of the bedroom," Jin warned.
"I plan to. Well, carry on." And his voice hushed as he went off.
Miharu chuckled. "So ironic. Oh well, couldn't expect to get away with everything. But you know, we can carry this on later in the bedroom."
"With him always so close by, and who knows, he may bug the bedroom…" Jin felt disgusted by that thought.
"Somehow, I don't think he'd be that crude. I don't think he's the kind of guy to get off on cheap thrills," she said.
He sighed. "I suppose." He gave her a slight smile. "I think it was a sure sign of telling us to actually get washed and not make each other anymore dirty."
"I guess so," she said, not letting herself let go of the humour of the situation. She made a grab for the body wash and wiggled it at him. "I'm dying to give you a scrub down. You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh course not," he said, beginning to get back into the mood.
"We'll save the more… powerful things till later, for now, lets just get back to the job at hand," she said, grabbing a wash cloth for them to use.
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I do not own any of the characters involved, besides the ones of my own creation. I am not making any money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. All rights reserved.
A/N: Warning: Sexual situation involved in this chapter. You have been warned.
Chapter 6
"Trust is a very thin line with us, but it's the only thing we can bank on to keep your child safe. I know that Jin has got it into your head that I'm going to back stab you once I get my way. I could have considered it, since I have nothing to lose, but let me ask you, what would be the point? I'm not asking for you to trust me, I'll let you decide your allegiances for yourself. But just think about who you'd rather have his hand on your shoulder."
Miharu could clearly hear Kazuya's voice inside her head as she tried to shake away his little speech he'd given her just earlier when she had come forward and asked if trust was going to be enough. It had been bugging her since she'd decided to keep her faith with him, though she knew Jin was definitely not too keen about his father being about.
She knew undoubtedly that she would trust Kazuya any day of Heihachi. If Kazuya were out to cause trouble, he'd have done it by now. He was calculating, but he didn't beat around the bush. Her baby's life relied on her decision; she just hoped she was making the right one.
From the bathroom, she heard the faint bang of the apartment door shutting for probably the third time that evening. Kazuya was going in and out of the apartment, keeping close in case of any of Heihachi's men decided to pay a visit. He was sort of playing his own one-man security. It did bother her, but not as much as she thought she would have been. Maybe she was going to start trusting him after all.
Clearing all thoughts, she continued getting undressed, preparing to take a long needed shower. She'd worked a long shift at work since she'd had a half-day at university. Now, she was ready to hide out from all the little things in the world. She wished that the hot water would make everything go away, if not for a moment so she could enjoy herself without any pressure.
She jumped as the bathroom door opened. She put it all down to her being nervous at everything these days, as she was pretty much a walking target. She clenched the front of her half-open blouse together; feeling rather vulnerable since she was half dressed now. She'd have been furious if it had been Kazuya, but she calmed when she saw it was Jin.
"Oh, you had me going there. Thought someone was going to try and nab me," she said, breathing out a sigh.
"Don't talk like that," he said solemnly. "I'm worried nearly every minute of the day about you. Don't get me going anymore."
She cringed. "Sorry. Do you need anything?"
"Wanted to clean up," he told her, showing off his clothes state and complexion. "I've been working hard in the stock warehouse."
"Poor man. Work never done, hey?" Miharu said sweetly, winking. "Just like me. Toiling after people. No rest for the wicked."
Jin slipped in fully and shut the bathroom door behind him. "That's true. You don't mind if I wash up, do you?"
"Sinks free. I'm using the shower," she signalled and returned to her task of undressing.
"Fine by me," he said, slipping past her within the small space and went to the sink. He pulled his jacket and shirt over his head, glad to be rid of the clingy material. Miharu stole a glance from over a now naked shoulder. She still felt giddy every time she saw his finely toned body, and especially like now, when it glistened at her, wanting to be noticed. She chuckled silently and reached around to unclasp her bra. The garment fell away as the straps slide down her arms.
Jin fumbled through the medicine cabinet for his razor, the mouthwash and after-shave. Being a neat freak, sometimes he'd forget where he'd put things. He sighed at his own little dilemma and shut the cabinet door, looking into the mirror, catching a glimpse of his striking lover behind him.
Miharu was now almost free of her clothes, lasting slipping away her skirt and panties and kicking them aside to the laundry basket.
She was remarkably beautiful; so well slim and beautifully shaped. He knew soon that her stomach would take more form as the baby grew, but it wouldn't in the least ruin how beautiful she looked. Between washing and what not, Jin just couldn't take his eyes off her as she moved around behind him, sorting out her accessories she wanted to take in to the shower with her.
The young Japanese girl finally noticed the prying eyes of her boyfriend and peered over her shoulder with seductive eyes. "Oh, you like what you see?"
A deep smirk set into his face. "You know I do."
She chuckled, placing her hands on the sliding, frosty glass of the shower. "Well, if you're just oh so interested, why don't you help wash this lovely body of mine." She just had to laugh at his sudden wide-eyed expression. "An excuse for you to get in here to… besides the fact I think you could do with a shower too."
She had a point. "Yes, actually, I think a shower would be in order right now. Wash away the stress."
She partially stepped into the shower as she turned back, a much more serious expression taking over. "Stresses apart from work I take it?"
"Not to do with the baby that's for sure. Just… my father being around…"
She put up her hand, suddenly stopping him from going on. "Look, forget about him. It may be hard to pretend he's not here but just for a moment, but lets try and pretend it's just us…" She dragged on the word as she let her hands come to undo the top of his trousers. "… Living a quiet and normal life and expressing passion without having to think about it. Okay?"
He gave her a simple nod, finishing the job in removing the last of his clothes, visibly relaxing. "Okay."
"Right then, follow me, my lord," she baited in an alluring way, reaching her hand out to him, in which he promptly took and allowed her to lead him into the shower cubicle.
Reaching behind her, she took the tap in her hand and twisted it, bringing a burst of water into the cubicle. Jin never took his eyes off of her as he carefully shut the glass door behind him. Now, revelling within this private moment, he didn't waste time to take her within his arms and coax her into a long, passionate kiss.
She didn't mind this sudden indulgence of desire; it was absolutely wonderful to be lovingly there within his arms, no sense of uncertainty of what they were doing. The warmth of his body and from the water of the shower brought a flush to her cheeks. It was such an amazing feeling. It had felt like an eternity since they'd been in a sexual situation such as this.
Jin craved her so much that he knew only that he was willing to ravish her. The kiss felt like they were immersed into a deep pool together and that every urge pressed to them was symbolism with the hot water of the shower. His hands explored her body, first running over her back and then sneaking around her bottom, giving a gently squeeze, then coming up to her front and taking hold of her prominent breasts.
Miharu leaned back against the cool tiles, sending a shiver up her spine with the feel of opposition to the warmth was surrounding her. His hands were caressing her bust with great care, his thumbs circling the hardening tips.
She was in a state of euphoria, so caught up that the burdens that had once lain heavy on her before were suddenly lifted. Heihachi… the name was nothing anymore…
She gasped as she felt his mouth encircle her left breast, tongue rolling over it delicately, beginning to work a pattern across the skin. Her other breast did not go ignored as his hand came to once again caress it, now and again pulling at the tip, causing Miharu to groan feebly. He wanted to smile at this, but his mouth was too preoccupied.
She shuddered, fingers idly running up and down his back, feeling a little useless. His attentions were on her, but she felt he was getting nothing from this, only the knowledge of her own pleasure. Her body reacted quite wildly as she felt the nudge of his desire against her torso. How could she let it be ignored?
She pushed him back slightly, and he instantly detached from her breast, giving her a confused look from under his heavy, wet bangs. She smirked and lent into to steal a quick kiss, sneakily letting her hands go towards his lower extremities.
He almost jumped out of his skin, a sound between a yelp and a moan escaping his lips as he felt her hands encircle his appendage, beginning a gentle caress up and down the length.
"Miharu…" He murmured.
"I know, I'm a sneak…" She whispered, her concentration between kissing a line across his broad chest and working her hands on his desire, with much great response coming from him. He ached, he throbbed and he wanted to cry out and loose himself, but he just didn't want to drown out just yet. He drew her kisses away from his chest, rising her chin up so her lips were easy access to his own, capturing them in a feeble distraction.
She pulled him down slightly, feeling him begin to buckle and she closed the gap between them, bodies making an almost magnetic contact, his desire rubbing against her own since he'd lost some of his height advantage over her.
"So close…" She teased; watching his dark eyes trail across her face, a smile coming to his lips in acknowledgement of what she was insinuating.
He was ready to push further; knowing by the look in her eyes that this was an insistent sign. But before he could go on to the next level of the intimacy, there was a knock at the door, breaking down all the walls of ecstasy and bringing them back to the cruel reality.
"Miharu? Jin?" Kazuya's voice floated from outside. Since the loud noise of the shower had been the background to their activity, they hadn't heard him return once more.
"Well, there goes the moment…" Miharu sighed in disappointment and called out in response to the Mishima. "Yes, we're in here!"
"Sorry to disturb you." Jin almost hissed at the slight amusement in his father's voice. "Just brought round some security equipment to set up for you."
"Stay out of the bedroom," Jin warned.
"I plan to. Well, carry on." And his voice hushed as he went off.
Miharu chuckled. "So ironic. Oh well, couldn't expect to get away with everything. But you know, we can carry this on later in the bedroom."
"With him always so close by, and who knows, he may bug the bedroom…" Jin felt disgusted by that thought.
"Somehow, I don't think he'd be that crude. I don't think he's the kind of guy to get off on cheap thrills," she said.
He sighed. "I suppose." He gave her a slight smile. "I think it was a sure sign of telling us to actually get washed and not make each other anymore dirty."
"I guess so," she said, not letting herself let go of the humour of the situation. She made a grab for the body wash and wiggled it at him. "I'm dying to give you a scrub down. You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh course not," he said, beginning to get back into the mood.
"We'll save the more… powerful things till later, for now, lets just get back to the job at hand," she said, grabbing a wash cloth for them to use.