Tangled
Chapter Five: Untangled.
Disclaimer: I don't own Samurai Champloo. Bahahaha!
Author's Note: I'll bet you guys are mad at me for not updating… I'm sorry! . I'll be good, this time. I swear! I just realized how many errors this story has, too… Again, sorry!
One last chapter after this!
The door opened quickly, punctuated with two slams of opening and closing, and before she could even turn around, Fuu was nearly attacked by the wolfish advancement of a man who'd suddenly grasped her around the waist and pulled her to him. She knew it was a man… For the deep breathing behind her, and embarrassingly enough… The feel of… That thing… Down there…
Fuu spluttered, blushing and trying to wrench herself free from his grip. "L-Let me go!" She cried out, grabbing for anything she could get her hands on to inflict pain upon her attacker. His hands went from her hips to her wrists and he pulled them (in a surprisingly gentle, but subduing manner) to her back. She cried out anyways, and tried to use her weight to throw herself out of the man's reach. "MUGE-"
Long fingers reached around and clamped her mouth shut, while keeping her still in one place with a mere arm. She felt the hand lift though, and pull back the hair covering her ear gently. The disgustingly hot breath was on her ear and the skin of her neck now, and she shuddered involuntarily. She croaked out one last protest before the voice touched her mind.
"Shut up," It whispered, "Don't look at me. Don't make a sound."
Suddenly, the warm breath didn't feel so nasty. In fact, it felt… Good. She flushed darkly and craned her neck in a weak attempt to get a look at her so-called attacker. The only presence of him though was his hands; His touch. She wanted to see him badly, but his orders made her afraid to even move. She felt him rest his chin on her shoulder with a sullen sigh of displeasure. She could feel the words rumble in his throat.
"Let's get this whole god-damn thing straight. You love me, right?" He asked, his tone gruff as always, with a slight tinge of defensive wariness to it. Fuu rolled her eyes. Could his question be any more stupid? Even so, she nodded curtly. A short silence overcame the pair in the small room, and she felt Mugen's grip somehow grow tighter. "I'm not promising you my undying devotion and bullshit romance like that… But there's something about you that gives me that idea." He was overcome with feeling in that moment, and he pressed his cheek to hers, his eyes closed. "It's just- I dunno. You get me all worked up sometimes."
Romeo, he was not. Still though, Fuu was ecstatic. Unable to contain herself any longer, she turned around quickly and pressed the tan samurai's body to the floor with hers. Elbows on either side of his shoulders, she mused at the repetition of her action. This was trivial though.
"Mugen, I know now." She said, her cheeks flushed. Her smile was barely containable as she caught the glimmer of surprise and euphoria on his face. "So just shut up and don't make a sound."
And with that, she sealed his lips with hers. As soft and warm as Mugen could remember, he lifted himself off the floor to further his indulgence, supporting himself with his arms. She was now in his lap, as he'd often dreamt of her, feeling secure as she loomed above him like a strange creature sent from the sky to fulfill his desires.
He lifted a hand and brought it to the side of her head, combing through her long hair with a sort of careless and rough manner. Fuu, in turn closed her legs at the ankle about his waist and wantonly roved his back with her hands, feeling for the hem of his white undershirt (for he'd left his red gi in his own room) and tugging on it like a child seeking the attention of an adult. He groaned in half-irritation and leaned forward. He grabbed the shirt and tossed it over his head with ease. For the moment their kiss was broken, he opened his eyes and stared at her. He studied Fuu for a while, smirking at her rumpled clothing and her embarrassed expression.
"You're pretty hot, y'know." He murmured, making her frown and shift uncomfortably. He chuckled in his peculiarly sexual way and supported her with his arms linked together. "No foolin'… You may have a small rack, but I can deal with that."
"Ugh, Mugen! You ass!" Fuu glared at him with annoyance and silenced him again. The air in the room grew heavier with each passing moment, and the articles of clothing separating the pair dwindled until none were left. Mugen pushed her down by the shoulders and continued to scrutinize until she diverted her gaze elsewhere nervously. "S-Stop staring!" She exclaimed, groping for her Yukata to cover herself as a natural reaction. Mugen's expression unfurled into a devious grin of lechery.
"I wouldn't worry…" He paused to drag his lips agonizingly slow from her neck to the hill of her breasts, and she drew in a sharp breath. "I can make you forget about that." His fingertips traced the shape of her bosom, teasing her mercilessly until she finally became fed up with his torment, and actually grabbed the offending hand herself and placed it where she wished. She heard him laugh again, and leaned up to bite him where his shoulder and neck met. He was probably used to it by then though. Fuu gasped, side tracked again by Mugen's rough, but flawless technique.
"M-Mugen!" He heard his name float from her lips like the last leaf on a tree stricken by the cold of winter. His mouth and hands worked in tandem on her, his skill perfect. He knew, as she spoke volumes of it's greatness with her body language. His body temperature was rising rapidly with the knowledge that he was giving her the first feelings of this feeling he knew all too well. Needless to say, he was encouraged to work harder.
Then finally…
They had reached that moment.
He knew she was ready, because as he continued on his ventures out of her line of sight, she seized him by the arms and attempted to pull him up back to her. He helped by dragging himself suggestively over her body, and he again propped himself up to eye her once more. Her eyes were screwed shut, her head tilted back and her hair out behind her, he smiled. There was nothing sexier to him than a woman in the throes of passion.
"If you keep that facial expression more often, I think I might consider falling in love with you." He said, somehow making the pseudo-insult sound like a compliment. She smiled, her eyes still shut. "This is gonna hurt, if you didn't already know." He said as he readied himself. She nodded, chewing her lip. He lunged forward, and her hiss of pain was all that filled the room.
She cried out, the corners of her eyes pricking with tears as she dug her fingers into his tattooed arms. "Aaaaah! Fuck!" She ground out between clenched teeth. Mugen sighed, his eyes dropping to her breasts again for a moment. They were small, but man, they were soft.
"Told you so." He said almost mockingly. Fuu was overcome with annoyance, and took both her thumbs and fish-hooked him deftly. He glowered at her and began moving… Soon enough, she was almost like putty underneath him. He was like a crazed beast, latching onto her mouth with his when she cried out lustfully.
More and more, the small room was becoming smaller. Mugen might have spontaneously combusted, his body temperature had climbed to such heights. Fuu reveled in this, her eyes half open. For the first time, she actually looked upon Mugen as he wrestled with his physical desperation.
His face, for the first time she'd ever seen, was flushed. Beads of sweat dripped down and off of his neck onto her own damp skin. His bronzed skin- filled with scars shone from the dim light of the forgotten lantern. His dark lashes were pressed to his cheeks, which were already covered in black stubble and his thin lips were parted to reveal his bared teeth through which he breathed laboriously.
He was beautiful.
"Mugen…" She sighed, his name lost to the silence drenched in gentle noise. He might have whispered her name a million times in the past minutes, but she was in too much euphoria to take notice. Her fingers raked at his back tenderly, and he seemed to laugh in response.
The time seemed to dilate, and the evening had just begun. Fuu smiled into another emotional kiss and arched into the rhythm that had been set. The time they would spend together would be worth all the heartache, she realized.
She wouldn't have to worry anymore.
