Move

Second Dream.

By Naoko Asakura

Disclaimer: I don't own the song, or Samurai Champloo… BAH!

Author's Note: So I was just chilling out five seconds ago when all the sudden that sweet Dave Matthews song pops on my play list. Damn, that song is good. Anyways, it reminded me of something… XD

Enjoy!

"Hip lock up so tight
You drive me crazy
Crazy is all right
With you looking at me
You make me feel high
Every single thing you do to me
Is like I'm drunk
I do my best for you I do"

(The Dave Matthews Band, Before These Crowded Streets).

Somehow, they ended up that way.

…That way.

When they'd stopped for the night, they never expected the situation that they were placed in. Their other comrade, even as fit as he was, had somehow fallen ill with a common virus. It was contagious, never the less, and so when they stopped at the small inn for the night, he took a different room. Three sick people was worse than one, of course.

Really though, when they entered the room that they were "forced" to share, they fell silent. The door shut with a dull thud, and then the yawning quiet overcame them. It wasn't like them to act so demure, but could they help it?

"So." He began, his unruly hair pressing up against the wall as he leaned against it. She followed suit and slumped against it as well. Another brief silence followed before she replied his single word.

"So what?" She murmured, not looking at him. Was she not bothering, or was she keeping herself from taking his shape in? It was something that even she herself was curious about. Her young mind was full to bursting with complex thoughts that she'd been entertaining earlier in the day, all surrounding that man.

She had an epiphany long ago, and it's subject was their relationship.

…And unbeknownst to her, he'd had the same thought.

There was something about her that he couldn't place, but whatever it was, he lusted after it. So when finally he snuck a look at her from out of the corner of his eye, he was mildly surprised to see her glancing at him as well. His lips twisted into a smirk and he turned fully to her.

"So what's on your mind?" He asked bluntly. He could tell already by the blush on her face that it wasn't something she'd tell him, but he'd make her tell… Definitely. She stood stiff though, her shoulders hunched and her fingers tangled with themselves at her breast. She certainly looked nervous. Embarrassed, even.

"I… Nothing." She crossed the room to sit on the floor, her back facing him, the light of the small lantern in the corner of the room flickering shapes across her back. With a feigned snort of irritation, he too crossed the room, sitting in front of her.

"Whatever. If you're not going to tell me what's got you so red and weird looking, then I'm just going to have to squeeze it out of your scrawny little body." He muttered. Shadows cast themselves over his face as his eyes flitted to her small mouth. He almost laughed as they shaped a scowl. How cute.

"Mugen, it's none of your business, so leave me alone!" She exclaimed, giving him a push that fate deemed a bit too hard. He dodged her hands easily, and she flew forward into his chest with a soft thud. He let himself fall backward too, and as she lifted her head, their eyes met.

"Fuu, what are you-?" His words died on his lips as he could see her eyes smoldering with something. Suddenly, the gravity of the room felt so much more heavy, and his head was spinning as they connected.

Fuck… He thought, feeling her elbows brush his shoulders when she propped herself up. Why have I been wasting my money?

Suddenly though, her lips were gone from his, and when his eyelids lifted, he could see the guilty expression in her eyes. Leave it to her to be courteous and apologetic to a horny bastard like himself who spent his money on women who couldn't truly satisfy him.

"I'm sorry." She said softly, rolling off of him and crawling to the other side of the room where a futon lay neatly made. Mugen sat up, his eyes following her as she made her place. Moments later, he was at her side again, and even closer.

"Keep going." He whispered to her ear before kissing her himself. He was surprised at how easily she fell into it, and how suddenly he found himself without clothing underneath her, his back to the wall. The cold on his back was a sharp contrast to the heat she was giving him, and he gasped softly as her lips pressed against his chest softly.

Maybe rough sex wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

He was already deeply connected with her, and the weight of the air in the room continued to crush him. His head spun as her hands cradled either side of his face, holding his face to her breast as he did what he was best at.

"M-Mugen…!" He could feel the word slip out of her mouth, and felt himself grow white hot at the revelation that he could make he feel so.

His hands moved all over her as she sang her feelings, and for once, he was truly happy... It just felt so natural and right to him.

"What do you think, Mugen?"

Almost like a record scratching off abruptly, he blinked. The moment was gone, and when he looked into her eyes, he saw nothing there but exasperation. No burning love, no passion, just the tired eyes of a young girl faced with her reality.

"What?" He said more than he asked. Before he could say anything else, Fuu puffed a sigh of exasperation as she uncrossed her arms and continued down the left side of the fork they'd come to on the road. Before following her, Jin cast him a suspicious glance. Mugen sneered at him, still feeling warm from his day dream.

"Whatever." He muttered, following the other two. He could hear Fuu babbling about how she believed that the inn they were headed towards had a lower staying price than the one at the end of the right fork. He didn't care… Just as long as he could find some loose woman to relieve himself on.

…Why did he have a sinking feeling though?