The next few days, after they had kissed, Mira and Kuja were unsure how to act around each other. One had no experience; the other had no memory of any experience. This meant that they wee both shy and nervous. Every time they accidentally touched, they'd both jump apart, blushing wildly. Finally Kuja retreated to his own room to think.
As soon as he closed the door, Kuja began pacing. He'd liked the kiss. Hell, that didn't come close to how he felt about it. He didn't know people could feel things like that, or this. His heart was pounding and he was shaking. He jumped away from her when they touched, but he wanted to touch her. He wanted to kiss her again, and other things he was fairly sure he understood.
'But does she feel the same? She kissed me back, but I suppose that could have just been gratitude.' He thought about that then shook his head. 'No, that can't be it. I should just go and talk to her.' He reached for the door handle, then stopped. This was completely ridiculous; he had no reason to be… afraid. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
Mira stood with her arm poised to knock. They stood there frozen, neither hardly daring to breathe. Then, Mira lowered her arm and cleared her throat. Twice.
"Ah, I…ahm…wanted to t-talk, to you. If I could."
Kuja stepped back to allow her to come in. He hadn't done much to the room; it looked almost exactly the same as when he'd first awoken. Mira stepped in and looked around, amazed at how much it hadn't changed. She had figured that Kuja was a very independent individual with his own unique tastes. This seemed to either indicate that he really didn't care, or that he liked the décor already. She hoped it was the latter.
Kuja closed the door, his eyes on Mira. She was wearing a green sleeveless dress that accented her figure. He shrugged off other thoughts and cleared his throat. "So, what did you want to talk about?" He went over and sat on the bed, motioning her to the chair.
"Well, I actually wanted to talk about the…ah…dragon." She sat down. "Or, the day the dragon attacked." She looked down at her hands, fidgeting nervously.
Kuja fought down his disappointment and the sudden pain in his chest. 'So I was wrong. Maybe I kiss bad, or maybe it was just gratitude.' "Well, I should probably apologize…ah…for my behav-"
"Kuja I think I love you." Came out of Mira's mouth in a rush.
Kuja kind of starred at her in dumb shock. 'Love? She loves me? Me! After all I've done?' Kuja got up suddenly and roughly pulled Mira to her feet. He saw no deception in her eyes, and she didn't fight against him. "Love?" His voice came out little above a whisper, the disbelief readily apparent.
Mira looked down blushing. "Yes, well, I guess for a while now. I mean, you're nice to me, and handsome, and, ahm," her voice dropped to a mutter, "and your kiss almost made me swoon."
Kuja looked down at her, still not quite believing his own ears. But she sounded completely sincere. He tilted her head up to look in her eyes. Such fear there! Here he was, worrying that she didn't like him, and she was terrified he didn't like her! He laughed lightly at their behavior, shaking his head at their combined ridiculousness.
"That mean you don't dislike me?" she asked timidly.
"My poor dear, of course I don't dislike you." He leaned in and kissed her gently. Neither of them had made mention of his tail, since it seemed to annoy him on occasion, but now it wrapped around Mira's waist and pulled her close.
Mira pulled away from the kiss, though she was still trapped by the tail. "I guess some of you really likes me at least." She spun around, unwinding herself. "I have to go finish dinner. We can talk more later." She escaped out his door and closed it behind her.
Kuja humphed, a smirk on his lips. "Now, who says we're going to talk?"
A storm came up that night. The wind was howling madly, and the rain and hail pelted the small house. With thunder shaking the place they were half-afraid the house would fall on their heads. The constant jumping whenever a particularly loud peal of thunder shook them killed the mood and both decided to go to their rooms early.
The storm was still raging at midnight. Kuja had gotten nearly no sleep, and not just because of the flashing and booming. He was tempted more than once to get up and see how Mira was, then changed his mind. 'She's probably asleep. I shouldn't disturb her.' He suddenly thought he heard a noise. He held still, listening. The room was completely pitch; the storm having quieted for a moment so no lightning illuminated anything. The subtle noise wasn't repeated, so he passed it off as the wind or his imagination.
The blanket was lifted of a sudden and a warm body slid under it next to him. Kuja recognized Mira's perfume and his body instantly responded to her nearness. He made a slight noise in the back of his throat and she froze, listening to his increased breathing. The rain outside suddenly picked up, but neither paid much attention to it.
"You're awake Kuja?" her voice was barely a whisper.
"Couldn't sleep." His voice was hoarse and he could feel the curves of her body through the nightgown. The shorts he wore were a poor barrier against her.
"I couldn't either. The storm has me all wired. Too much energy." She nuzzled his neck, her splayed hand on his bare chest. He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, his hands holding hers on either side of her head. He was careful not to have too much of his body touching hers.
"Don't Mira. Not unless you intend to finish what you start." It took all his self-control not to lower himself onto her and just give in to his instincts.
"Of course." She raised her hips against his and his control broke. He kissed her roughly, his hands seeking to get her nightgown off quickly. She returned his kiss with equal force and raised her back to get the tenuous fabric off.
Finally getting the damn thing off her, he kissed a trail down her throat to her chest. She moaned lightly as his left hand gently kneaded one breast and he suckled and nipped at the other. His other hand traced the curve of her hips, feeling goosebumps on her skin. If he wasn't careful he was going to do something regrettable; he couldn't wait much longer. With a muttered curse he moved away from her long enough to remove his shorts.
Kuja hesitated for a moment as he lay back on her. Mira's skin was flushed, her breathing fast and shallow. He pushed into her slowly, gasping at the sensation. She was a virgin and made a small sound as he entered her. He froze, waiting for her to adjust. She moved her hips up against his, her legs wrapping around his waist, and he started to move in a slow rhythm. His fist clenched in the sheet beside her as he kept the movement slow. As a first time for both of them, he wanted them both to enjoy it.
As the feelings got more intense, the speed and strength of his thrusts increased on their own. She met him thrust for thrust, an occasional moan escaping her lips. His mouth sought hers and her throat, nipping the sensitive skin. His tail had wrapped around her waist. He felt her body shudder beneath him as her back arched, her climax pushing him over the edge. He cried out and tore the bed sheets, his vision clouding over for a moment.
Afterward, they lay there gasping, a thin sheen of sweat on both bodies. The storm continued outside, but it was less intense now and seemed to be quieting even further. Kuja moved and lay next to Mira, pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her protectively. She was asleep only a few minutes before he was, her head resting on his shoulder.