Lemon Warning! This whole chapter is basically a lemon, that means a sex scene. The nookie is strictly vanilla-missionary, nothing traumatizing. (See? I did have a reason for last chapter's cliffhanger, I had to keep all the lemon in one chapter…and I'm also a sadist, mwa-ha-ha!)
Chapter Four: That Voice
He grabbed the hand that was so innocently petting his face and feverishly kissed her palm. Mugen was a man loosed.
Fuu gasped, eyes wide and disbelieving. The heat from his lips traveled directly up her trembling arm and straight to her heart, which was beating a million frantic pulses a minute. Feeling almost like an observer rather then a participant, Fuu watched as Mugen pressed kiss after kiss all over her hand. His eyes were closed, concentrating and lost in the intensity of the moment. His lips found her wrist and worshipped the delicate pulse-point he found, then he started a frenzied route down her bare arms, bending his head the further along he came. The sleeves of Fuu's kimono were still tied up and left her arm nude for Mugen's pacing lips. His stubble itched and scratched her soft skin while his mouth traveled a delicious path of delicate flesh; yet complaining was the last thing on Fuu's mind.
At her elbow, Mugen eyes sprang open and he made sure to watch Fuu's reaction as he lewdly licked the bend of her arm. Fuu couldn't help the shiver that coursed through her body, more so from Mugen's lusty glare, then from what he was doing with his tongue (which was admittedly an added bonus). She felt his warm chuckle against her skin and suddenly teeth gently nipped the inside of her elbow!
"Mugen?" she didn't mean to whisper, but somehow it was all she could manage.
He paused, glaring at her like a hawk stalks a mouse. If she wanted him to stop, then screw that, she had another thing coming! This is what he'd wanted, this is what he'd been craving, and now that he realized what exactly 'it' was, he was not letting go! "Fuu," Mugen growled and grabbed the back of her neck and head, his other hand snaked around her waist. Their bodies crashed together, followed immediately by Mugen's mouth colliding with Fuu's.
Fuu couldn't decide which was hotter, the blaze of Mugen's body pressed so powerfully against hers or the burn of his lips as he subjected her to an authoritatively demanding kiss. He pressed against her mouth hard and kept those rough kisses coming, twisting his head this way and that to gain as much access as Fuu would allow him.
Mugen was kissing her! Never in a million years did she ever think Mugen capable of seeing her as anything other then the whiny girl he hauled around Japan. The way he had treated her had made that perfectly evident. After all, she wasn't as beautiful or sophisticated or knowledgeable as the women who usually caught his eye (or as big busted) and that had always stung Fuu deep inside.
But here he was, his finger caressing her neck and ear while he practically bent her over backwards to get inside her velvety mouth. How long had he wanted this? Fuu felt a tingling thrill that maybe he had been fantasizing about this as long as she had. Not that she had ever pined over Mugen by any stretch of the word, just a little crush (or at least, that's what she endlessly reassured herself).
Both bodyguards had fascinated her, but her dependency on Jin had been different to that of Mugen. Her attachment to Jin was easy to figure out. He was samurai; he was stoic and honorable; he was incredibly strong and brave; and he was also ronin. In short, Jin was her father, a prettier version of her father, but still a paternal figure nonetheless. That's why she adored Jin, why she was dependant on him, and why she wept so bitterly when he left with Sara (it had been history repeating itself to an abandoned daughter).
Not like Mugen, there was no paternal displacement to blame for her affection for this jackass. Everything he did was wild and spontaneous, hazardous and stupid. He was a pirate and a convict, tattooed and scarred. Mugen was Edo Period's original bad boy and there was something primeval and attractive about his hedonistic self-destruction. What woman wouldn't want to give danger a spin? At least that's how Fuu justified her secret dreams about Mugen. Yet it had been a curious crush and nothing more…hadn't it? She had deliberately not allowed Mugen to accompany Sara, because sooner or later, he would've gotten lucky (actually, she knew now that Sara was just going to kill Mugen, not screw him, but Fuu hadn't known that then). So, didn't that make her…jealous? And wouldn't that mean…?
Still, who would've imagined Mugen would feel equally attracted to her? Suddenly, her little fantasies didn't seem so ridiculous and embarrassing to her.
A spark of acceptance suddenly became a roaring flame in Fuu, an overwhelming seed of desire she had never known before. She threw herself at Mugen, arms wrapping around his bony shoulders and fingers scratching along the back of his neck and scalp. Her mouth finally opened and she felt Mugen's victorious groan vibrate against her lips, followed by a slick tongue that lapped gratefully along her own. If Fuu had known Mugen was this good of a kisser, she never would've found the samurai that smells of sunflowers; instead, she would've spent the entire journey making out with Mugen!
Desperate to take this further, Mugen moved from that deliciously wanting mouth, along her jaw, and finally to her graceful neck leaving a trail of licks and kisses. At the sweetly, supple neck that he had always secretly coveted, Mugen bit her flesh just hard enough to make her gasp in delight and then continued to suck the tender skin. His whiskers were already scratching the flesh red. Her head bent back and mouth agape, Fuu petted Mugen's wild hair, urging him on. She had never imagined her neck would yield sensations this pleasurable. Every hot breath and nip of teeth had her breathless and groaning. And if Mugen could yield this kind of bliss from something as mundane as a neck, what could he do to…other more sensitive parts of her body? Just thinking of it, made Fuu's legs turn to rubber and she gratefully fell on Mugen for support.
The pirate had the samurai's daughter in a locked embrace and when he felt her go limp in his arms, he gradually stumbled backwards until his back hit the wall with an ungraceful thump. He slid down, inch by inch, taking her with him. She ended up on the floor with him, between his sprawled legs. Fuu latched onto his mouth again, sliding her small hands along his limber shoulders and arms. "Fuu," Mugen moaned against her lips for her excellent initiative. Son of a bitch, he needed to be touched so bad! His hands were already having a field day with Fuu's figure. Fingers ran over her kimono, tracing the curve of her spine and hips and grabbing handfuls of her pert backside. She really did have one fine ass. But as much as Mugen liked soft necks and round butts, his real destination was right around the corner-.
"Mugen!" Fuu cried in surprise, when both of his wandering hands abruptly grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Yet Fuu wasn't the only one in for a surprise.
"Fuck me, are those your real tits?" mouth practically watering, Mugen gave the globes of enticement another experimental squeeze.
"What else would they be?" shouting in embarrassment and frustration, Fuu attempted to seize Mugen's wrists and pull his hands off. However, Mugen was a lot stronger then Fuu and his hands stayed right where they were and kept right on fondling through the purple kimono. "Ouch!" Fuu slugged his shoulder, "Try to remember that they are attached to me, moron."
"I wanna see!" the goofiest grin spread over Mugen's face and he had already whipped off the gold braid that was holding back Fuu's sleeves and was hastily untying her obi.
"Mugen wait," Fuu wrapped her arms around her obi, preventing Mugen from undressing her. Biting her lip, she was now feeling the ebb of doubt and uncertainty. She didn't have a clue what the hell she was doing. What could he possibly want from her (besides her rack which was pretty damn obvious)? The women he rolled around with were pros. Fuu was barely a novice. Turning her flushed face away, she continued to worry her sore lip.
"Oi," Mugen said to her and there was a practicality to his voice that might've been confused for tenderness, but just barely. Caressing her cheek with two fingers, he turned Fuu's face back to him. He studied her eyes, the blush in her cheeks, the white teeth against her pink lip, and smiled at her, "Give me another kiss."
Pleased with his request, Fuu suppressed her own trepidation and leaned forward. She allowed herself to be completely consumed by him. Mugen was in control now. She didn't have to think, she just had to feel. He knew enough about sex for the both of them. The very sounds of their wet, noisy kisses calmed and thrilled her-.
"Ouch! Motherfucker!" clutching his left eye, Mugen reeled back from the hairpin that almost blinded him, "Damn it Fuu, take those friggin' things out of your hair!"
Confused, her hand patted her head and felt half a dozen sharp and pointing ornaments sticking out. "Oh," smiling apologetically, Fuu rose to her feet and crossed to a tiny mirror-stand left in the room so the girls could prep their hair and make-up, "sorry." Mugen was rubbing his eye and pouting at her with his bottom lip sticking out as if Fuu had deliberately tried to blind him. One by one, she slid the pretty pins from her brunette locks and set them down with care. While admitting they were lavishly and luxuriously beautiful, she had a sinking suspicion that they hadn't been properly cleaned in a while and therefore it was somewhat of a relief to take them out.
"Wear your hair down," Mugen spoke up and Fuu peered over her shoulder at him. Smirking, he was watching her every movement, like a lazy predator, "I like it down."
Another coy blush and Fuu's fingers where already delving into the restraints of her hair, pulling and tugging her tresses free. Her hair fell gloriously, swinging flirtatiously at her shoulders, shiny and soft. She glanced over her shoulder to see what Mugen's reaction would be and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw that he was not two inches from her face. How could someone so obnoxious move so quietly?
Hastily, his two hands wrapped themselves around Fuu's waist and she watched dazed at his tattooed forearms and wrists while he untied her obi. There was no pretension or ceremony, Mugen just whipped the obi right off and let her kimono fall open. Nonetheless, he didn't make another move to continue to undress her. Instead, he remained uncharacteristically thoughtful.
"Okay baby," Mugen was suddenly standing and walking across the room, leaning against the wall with his arms casually crossed and one leg bent, "This is what I want. Lower your kimono, slowly…real slow, real sexy. You gotta look at me over your shoulder, but keep your back this way, a-ight?"
Her brow knotted, Fuu looked at Mugen as if he'd lost his mind. He wanted a striptease? Somehow she always thought Mugen was more of a hands-on type of guy…and had he just called her baby? (Odd though it was, still a welcome change from bitch, broad, or bimbo!)
Snorting in frustration and pinching the bridge of his nose, Mugen dug his Backwards Beauty out of his shorts' pocket and flashed the ukiyo-e print at Fuu. "Like this! I want you to look like this!" he pointed at the portrait with vigor.
A splash of water or the winning lottery numbers wouldn't have been this much of a shock to Fuu. That was the Moronobu picture she had modeled for! Why would Mugen be carrying around…oh? Oo-oh! Oh wow! Mugen was carrying around a dirty picture of her! How long had this been going on? She couldn't say for sure, but she hoped he had been hiding that ukiyo-e print for a long time, maybe even while on their journey. Wouldn't that be wild if he had been secretly lusting after her during their entire trip? Poor Mugen, tormented by her feminine wiles this whole time! She was just too cute for her own good! No wonder he was always so grumpy with her.
And just like that, she wasn't scared or nervous anymore. If Mugen was harboring a hidden desire for her, that meant she must be pleasing to some effect. Fuu felt sexy and genuinely flattered! Without a single blush (alright, maybe just the slightest tinge of pink), Fuu peered over her shoulder, mouth pouting. Gradually, she spread her arms and let the purple kimono fall inch by teasing inch. Her shoulders were exposed and Mugen watched, wiping absently at his mouth and rubbing the stubble on his chin. The soft cotton whispered seductively as it trailed down Fuu's curving back and along her arms. She paused when she heard Mugen mumble something inaudible and wipe his eyes with both hands. His stare was wild, bathing in every new exposure of peach skin. With a deep breath, she slowly exposed her petite backside and Koto was right, she did blush on both sets of cheeks.
Mugen practically growled, "Wait, hold it." In a flash, he was across the room and behind her, pressing his face into her flowing hair. "Perfect," he muttered and his hands were already trailing along her neck, "Abso-fuckin'-lutely perfect. Don't move." Finally he was going to reenact his nightly ritual with the flesh and blood Backwards Beauty. Man, he must've done something good in a past life, because it sure as hell wasn't in this one! Swiping her hair gently over her sloping shoulders, Mugen bent his head to line the curve of her neck with persistent kisses, all the while, swiping his calloused fingers up and down her spine. He splayed his hands out, caressing the whole of her back and marveled at how both of his hand-spans almost covered the expanse of her little torso. It reminded him of how tiny and delicate she was, especially compared to the likes of him. A fierce bout of unfamiliar protectiveness swept over Mugen.
Meanwhile, his ritual fondling had taken him to the pert hills of her blushing backside. He groaned, kissing down Fuu's back as he fell like a man humbled to his knees. "Sweet," chuckling against the small of her back, Mugen started to shamelessly grasp and pinch her bottom, "has anyone ever told you that your ass is tight?"
"No," her face on fire, Fuu was proud that her voice didn't shake when she snapped back with, "but some jerk once told me that I had nothing good to look at!"
"That dickhead's probably queer anyway," shrugging, Mugen pecked a quick kiss to the top of Fuu's right cheek and stood up. Glaring at him over her shoulder, Fuu wondered if Mugen was just playing stupid or if he really didn't remember being so cruel to her. Either way, she felt like punching him. Seeming to read her thoughts, two tattooed arms slid around her torso and two hands started to dance around her breasts. "I guess clothing really does make you look slender," he whispered hotly into her ear, "Who knew this kicking body was hiding underneath all that kimono?"
"You'd be surprise-aiihh!" gasping, Fuu shivered as Mugen's long fingers kept caressing nearer and nearer to her bust, yet refused to make contact with their intended target. She had never dreamed that she would crave a touch as acutely as this. "You'd be surprised what eating everyday can do for a girl's figure," she rushed out in one breath, shivering as the palm of Mugen's calloused hand finally cupped her left breast. "O-oh," sighing, Fuu's head fell back against his chest, "oh, Mu-ugen." She finally dropped the kimono, which had been hanging loosely off her body.
Mugen's thumb started caressing Fuu's bottom lip. His Backwards Beauty fantasy was almost finished; then to hell with foreplay, his balls were turning blue! Running the rough pad of his thumb around and around those pink lips, Mugen lowered his head for another kiss and not-so-subtlety pressed his arousal against Fuu's backside. Fuu's response was to seize the free hand that rested on her cheek and force it onto her other breast. So Fuu liked her hooters played with, well that was no problem for Mugen. He chuckled into their kiss. Mugen was a boob man through and through. The set on Fuu was actually decently sized, much to his surprise and delight, enough for a proper handful at least. 'Anymore then a handful (or mouthful) is kind of a waste', Mugen conceded.
As inconspicuously as Mugen was capable of, he lowered his hand down over her flat stomach. "Hey!" on pure reflex, Fuu grabbed the descending offender and held him still. "Umm," she said dumbly. She knew she should let go of his arm, she knew it was evitable that he should start heading 'south', but virginity was a hard habit to break! "Sorry," she laughed nervously, "um, go ahead," and released his wrist.
"Maybe we should get a little more comfortable," Mugen said for her benefit. Comfort had never been a prerequisite for Mugen, he'd screw on a bed of nails if he had to, but for Fuu he could accommodate. "Come here," he said, picking her up bridal style as if she weighed no more then a feather and carried her to the futon.
Giggling and trying not to feel self-conscious that Mugen was carrying her while she was completely naked, Fuu absently covered herself with one arm. She leaned her head into Mugen's shoulder and touched his hot skin with curious fingers. Her palm splayed out over Mugen's chest, feeling the vibration of his hammering heartbeat. In the yellow lamplight, she glanced up at the silhouette of Mugen's head and shoulders. What was it about his long neck that had always attracted Fuu? No matter how twisted and spry the rest of Mugen's body was while flipping and fighting, his neck always seemed deliberately controlled like that was his true center of gravity. Wrapping one arm around his shoulder and leaning forward, she pressed her flushed body against his chest and kissed his neck twice, before playfully licking his Adam's apple.
Whack! "Ouch!" Fuu cried out, after Mugen unceremoniously dropped her onto the futon, "You jerk!"
"You play with fire little girl, you're gonna get hurt," he loomed over her, smirking that demon grin and openly appraising her body. "Good thing I never saw you full frontal," scratching at his chin, Mugen winked, "or we never would've found your Sunflower Dude. I would've spent the entire trip pulling you into the bushes whenever four-eyes' back was turned."
"What makes you think I would've gone with you?" Fuu smiled sarcastically and kept her legs closed with arms crossed over her chest.
One scarred eyebrow quirked in response to Fuu's question and by way of an answer, Mugen abruptly tugged off his shorts and kicked them into the corner.
…good answer...Fuu blinked, because she wasn't exactly sure what she was supposed to say in a situation like this. Was she supposed to compliment him or what?
Sure, she'd unwillingly seen Mugen naked before while nursing him back to health (also in the hot springs, when he stood up, rivets of water running down his tan stomach and thighs while his skin perspired under the hot steam…needless to say, Fuu had a difficult time banishing this particular visage from her daydreams), but he hadn't looked like this! This was…a completely different set of circumstances, obviously.
"The thing is," seeing her blush, Mugen knelt down on the futon, "I don't really know how to hold back, ya know?" His hand was petting her leg and for a terrible moment, Fuu remembered with great clarity the homicidal brother that had overcame her and stroked her leg in much the same fashion. But the nightmare disappeared like a ghost when Mugen kissed chapped lips along her cheek and whispered in her ear, "You know me Fuu, it's all or nothing. Don't expect me to be gentle or anything. I go all out."
It was a warning. Fuu watched his face, not four inches from her own. She studied his eyes that burned with barely restrained lust. He was telling her this for her own benefit. Last chance…no turning back. It was a surprisingly unselfish act considering Mugen's raging libido. Rolling over, Fuu forcefully pressed her body to Mugen's and whispered against his parted mouth, "I do know you Mugen," and kissed him.
The pirate was on top of her in a flash, his hands stroking anywhere and everywhere he pleased. His tongue immediately drawn to Fuu's breasts, he lapped and nibbled and kissed and sucked until Fuu was a puddle of pleasure beneath him. She involuntarily started pulling his hair to keep his tickling lips on her. And she thought Mugen's hands were good! His wicked mouth could do things to her that brought literal tears to her eyes! He traveled down her stomach, kissing her bellybutton sweetly.
Suddenly, Fuu was flipped over and Mugen was pressed against her back. He slid his body suggestively downward, cursing under his breath about the delicious friction. His hands were on the back of her thighs and stroking down to her calves. "You got some fine-ass legs, baby," Mugen shuddered when he imagined those shapely limbs wrapped around his hips, the thighs and calves squeezing him. Roughly grabbing her by the waist, Mugen lifted Fuu up and pulled her into his lap, while hands wildly traveled all over her torso. He whispered things into her ear, things that were dark and dangerous and made Fuu tremble like an autumn leaf anticipating the fall.
What followed were a few minutes of sheer dizzy disorientation for Fuu. As if she was a meal to feast upon, Mugen ravenously attacked whichever plane of skin held his fancy for the moment. Fuu was twisted and controlled like a doll under Mugen's overpowering strength. Whichever part of her he wanted to taste and touch, he grabbed and dragged forward, with authoritative control. For Fuu's part, all she could do was relax and allow him whatever access he demanded from her body. She shivered under hands that could break a man's bones and legs that could kick a man's skull in. All this power hovering over her was the most potent of aphrodisiacs! Yet it was frustrating, because it quickly became apparent that Mugen was deliberately teasing her, pleasuring a small part of her flesh until she was kicking and writhing with the delight of it all, only to pull off and laugh hoarsely at her as she groaned and attempted to keep him still.
Figures that Mugen would be just as annoying in the bedroom as out of it!
Fuu tried to keep up, touching whatever part of his body that was in reach and kissing his salty flesh when he held still long enough, but it was difficult to keep her wits about her. Making love to Mugen was like getting mauled by a wild dog and enjoying every adrenaline-soaked minute of it!
Apparently, Mugen tired of fooling around, because his ironclad grip swiftly grabbed Fuu's ankles and dragged her body down until his hips fitted perfectly between her open thighs. He grinned manically at her, his eyes more feral then she had ever seen him (and she'd seen him in frenzy, killing quite a lot of people in their time together). Calloused palms raked over and over, up and down, along her quaking flesh. Leaning over her, he kissed her more violently and more desperately then he had ever kissed a woman before.
A small gasp between their heated lips was all the noise Fuu made when Mugen thrust into her, even though it stung terribly and hurt places in Fuu that she had never known existed before! Mugen, true to his word (for once), did not hold back. There was no romantic pause while he whispered sweet comforts into her ear as he wiped away small tears with gentle kisses, not this pirate! Instead, the Ryu-uuian began a frenzied rhythm into the tight and willing body beneath him, shouting "Mensolay1!" at the top of his lungs.
(Several of the brothel patrons and prostitutes gave a moment's start and vaguely wondered what the new girl was doing to the guy on the fourth floor.)
Fuu stared at Mugen to distract herself from the discomfort. The dim lanterns lit his moist, copper skin, so that it glowed golden. His eyes were blissfully closed and his hands were placed on either side of her head, giving him excellent leverage capability. Harsh breaths filled the room as he panted. Sweat slid suggestively down his chest and arms and taking advantage of the fact that Mugen was at least staying in one place (relatively), she started to caress his body. Her nails scratched playfully along his arms and shoulders, down his chest, over brown nipples, which made Mugen grunt and quicken his pace, and finally down the defined muscles of his flexing abdomen. Mugen had a beautiful body, all lines and angles. It was scorching hot against Fuu's own.
Out of the blue, a sharp flutter of pleasure shot straight through her dulling pain and Fuu suddenly grinded up against him, crying out in surprise, "Mugen!"
That voice, the way she had said his name! Mugen immediately stopped all movement. Staring at her wide-eyed and speechless, he looked like he'd seen a ghost. That voice…
"Don't stop!" in frustration, Fuu yelled and attempted to reset the pace herself by thrusting up to Mugen. "That was actually starting to feel…," she struggled breathlessly to discover a word that could adequately describe the electric sensation that had whispered to her of even greater pleasures to come, but all she could come up with in her desperate stupor was, "…good!"
But all Mugen could hear was that voice…
"Mugen!" that broken-hearted voice had cut through the numbing silence, except for the fatalistic flap of bird wings, "Mugen!" To return meant pain, meant blood, meant defying the crow men that stood like silent sentinels watching and waiting with granite patience for inevitability. "Mugen!" yes, to return meant pain and blood on that smoking, sandy beach, but it also meant her…to have just one more day to feel the sun on his face with her beside him. She had cried for him, no one had ever cried for him. She was crying for him now, "Mugen!" He followed the sound of her voice.
This was the voice that kept the crow men away.
This was the voice that brought him back from the dead.
"Hn," he murmured, shaking off the memory before it withered his arousal. Near death experiences were never good for keeping it up. Lowering himself to his elbows, he hovered above her and traced his long fingers all over her face. Mugen kissed her, a slow, thorough kiss that he hoped might convey all the gratitude he couldn't bring himself to verbalize. "Keep saying my name," he roughly choked out, continuing the rock of his hips.
"Mugen," gasping, Fuu would've done anything for him at that moment, just as long as he didn't stop moving in that marvelous way! The pain was nothing now; all that mattered was the overwhelming pleasure that made her toes curl and teeth clench. Her legs wrapped forcefully around his slender hips and she urged him on, "Mugen." He was so close to her now, pressing his scarred and hard chest against her softly pliant one. Their flat stomachs started clapping quietly together. His arms were wrapped under Fuu and driving her down in time with his hips. Mugen tucked his face close to hers, breathing harshly into her ear and groaning. The fresh scent of her hair tickled his nostrils.
"Mu…," Fuu couldn't trust her voice anymore. She was moaning and whimpering as if any control of her body had been usurped by pure instinct. "Mugen!" there was something building, a pooling tide that made Fuu's limbs shake uncontrollably. She was desperate to finish, felt like she was half-mad in want of it. Nothing else in the world mattered except this thing between herself and Mugen. Her mind spinning, her body aching, her blood racing and finally a breathless gasp, "M-Mugen!" and there was sheer white-hot pleasure that shook her very soul and overwhelmed her senses, tickling and stroking places that no hand could touch. Shivering and crying out in small mewls, Fuu rode the rest of her bliss out and had never felt so utterly…satisfied.
Nails raked (none too gently) down Mugen's back and she arched up into him in the most eye-crossing and ball-tightening way. Was there nothing as erotic as a woman in the throes of passion? As for Mugen, he wasn't far off either. Just the sight of Fuu breathless and sweaty was sending bolts of lightening down his spine, not to mention the silken heat tightening around his already strained member. His thrusts were becoming increasingly aggressive and sporadic. Not long now…
"…Mugen…" Fuu whispered in that voice against his chin and clamped her mouth over his, tongue slick and demanding.
For that voice, he came back.
"Fu-uck!" muffled by Fuu's sweet lips, Mugen grunted. His body shuddered violently while he released into the beautiful girl beneath him, kissing her back with manic fervor as he thrust twice more to extend the pleasurable spasms. Her body was slick and welcoming under him. Completely spent and thoroughly gratified, Mugen collapsed on top of Fuu. Eyes closed, he laid perfectly still, breath still laboring to catch up with him. As for his hand, it was drawn to Fuu's left breast like a magnet and there it stayed, cupping her gently.
Not that Fuu was complaining, the press and feel of Mugen's lanky body was comforting to her post-coital shivers. Idly, her hands rubbed his back and ran through his tangled hair. Fuu found her voice first, fidgeting with one of his blue-jade earrings as she giggled, "That was…wow."
"Ditto."
"Is it always like that?"
"With me it is," he emphasized his point by squeezing her breast.
"For a second there," she whispered girlishly, "I thought I was going to pass out."
"Wouldn't have bothered me none," Mugen spit out some of Fuu's hair, "I would've kept right on humping."
"You dog," smiling, Fuu playfully scratched behind his ears.
"Arf," he groaned, finally working up the strength to roll over and crack his back, "Could you hit the lights, Fuu?" Yawning, he stretched out over the futon, one arm crooked over his eyes.
"Sure," Fuu muttered and reached out her arm to snatch her kimono up from across the room. She tried not to feel too disappointed that Mugen just wanted to roll over and sleep, even though she wanted to talk, to make this moment last forever. She wanted to tell him about how much she missed him, about how she cared for him, and how sexy she always thought he was! It was safe to tell him now, wasn't it? But above all, she wanted to thank him for tonight, for making it…wonderful. Sighing, Fuu wrapped her purple kimono around her nudity as she blew out the lanterns one by one. Outside the moon shone bright and carefree, but Fuu shut the window to the night sky. In a few hours the sun would be rising in the east. Somewhere nearby, a wind chime giggled its song in the soft breeze.
The kimono slipped off Fuu's shoulders and she climbed naked onto the futon, where Mugen's muscled arm abruptly seized her by the waist and tucked her in next to him (he wasn't 'cuddling' he reassured himself; Mugen just wanted to cop a feel of her tits while Fuu slept). The sentiment would've been sweeter had not two minutes later, he started snoring in her ear and steeling the blankets. She lay quietly for a long time, watching his shadow sleep in the darkness.
Fuu's horoscope for the day had read, "Expect little sleep tonight." It sure as hell wasn't kidding. When she finally did fall asleep, her dreams were filled with tattoos and scars.
As for Mugen, no crow men bothered him that night, but some sunflowers did.
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1 Mensolay: a phrase of celebration in Okinawa (Ryu-kuu), usually shouted to others while dancing. (Just thought it would be extremely appropriate if Mugen shouted it during nookie!)
Well, our heroes have consummated their relationship and are now as close as ever, nothing but clear skies ahead…right? Yeah, right! (I'm working on the last chapter right now, and it might be six chapters, instead of five, unless I can get my 'flow' to work better.)
Next Chapter: Some Faith
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