AN: Alright, HERE IT IS! The Final Lemon! It's a doozy folks! That's why I took so long with this one... 'grins sheepishly' I'm sorry for the wait. Anyway, here's the warning:

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A LEMON! THAT MEANS SEX! NOT INTENDED FOR CHILDREN OR PRUDES! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU!

If you'd like to read this without the lemony goodness, then stop at the line "Will you...Will you make love to me? I want you to so bad." This is where the lemon starts. (God, I hated doing that. Cause that's like, the BEST part!)

Anyway, Please Enjoy!

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Mugen's stomach woke him up, demanding food. He rolled away from Fuu's addicting warmth and peered sleepily at the window. 'It's gotta be time for lunch.' His stomach rumbled in agreement.

Raising his arms above his head in a spine-cracking stretch, he realized how peaceful he felt. How warm. How...wet?

He shifted his hips.

"Damn."

He had made a mistake in falling asleep holding Fuu while still hard. Consequently, he must have ground his hips against her in his sleep, causing this...unfortunate situation.

"Damn." He cursed himself. 'I haven't creamed my pants since I was a kid.' He shook his head.

'Well...I best take care of this before Fuu gets up. I'd probably never hear the end of it.'

He silently crawled out of bed and made his way over to the doorway. Pausing as his foot hit a squeaky board, he glanced back to see if Fuu had heard.

She was still sprawled on the bed, tangled in the covers. Soft snores passed through her lips, and Mugen doubted that he had ever seen anything so cute.

'Cute? Jeez, she's turning me into a pansy. Next I'll be wearing aprons and braiding my hair.'

He turned to exit the room and paused again, suddenly thinking of something. He held out his hands and examined them. They were stained with dirt and grass. He held up one arm and sniffed his pit.

He shuddered. For some reason, he suddenly felt...dirty. He had never minded being filthy before.

Before Fuu.

Now, at the prospect of having sex with her, something he intended to do very soon, he was afraid he'd somehow taint her perfect body. He didn't like that feeling. It made him feel inferior. But he hated the thought of touching her with his newly-discovered unclean self even more.

Making his way back into the room, he bent at the pile of stuff he'd bought for Fuu. Rifling through it, he found the small bar of soap he had thought she'd like. It smelled like flowers, and he frowned at it. Not exactly manly, but it would have to do if he wanted to do this before she woke up.

He grinned smugly. 'I doubt she'll be wakin anytime soon though...I took a lot outa the poor girl.' He chuckled.

Searching through the pile again, he found a small scrub brush and decided that was all he could handle for now. This would probably be his first real bath. Ever.

With his bundle secured he finally left the room, and padded down to the bathhouse. He grabbed a towel and shucked his clothes, rolling them into a tight ball. He wrapped the towel around his waist and dunked his clothes into a basin of warm water near the door. Usually one of the maids would do this, but he didn't want to wait for one.

He used the bar of soap to half-heartedly scrub at them, trying in vain to get out the stains. 'At least they'll smell better.' When he figured they were clean enough, he hung them on the wooden poles standing outside the door. There was a strong wind and the material was thin, so he figured that they would be dry by the time he was done.

Clad only in a towel, with soap and brush in hand, he sighed dejectedly and walked further into the bathhouse to the hot springs. It was empty now. Mugen figured everyone was out having lunch considering the hour. He and Fuu had slept late.

'Well, I guess I won't be going to bed early tonight. Maybe I'll have Fuu wear me out...' He settled into the steamy water of the hot spring as thoughts of what exactly Fuu could do to "wear him out" drifted around his head. He smiled and the thoughts strengthened his resolve.

He snatched at the soap and held it in between his hands in a death-grip. He stared at it and scowled. "Look, ya little bastard." He squeezed it and felt it smush in his fingers. "I don't like you, and you don't like me. But I gotta clean up for Fuu and you," he jabbed one finger at it threateningly, "are going to help me. Got it?"

The soap didn't answer. He sighed and brought it up to his bare chest. Sighing again, this time as if he just got sentenced to death by Jin, he let the sudsy bar rest on his chest and he swirled it around his skin in a small circle. It didn't kill him. He grinned. 'Mugen - 1. Soap – 0.'

With fresh enthusiasm, he picked up the brush and scrubbed the soap against it's firm bristles, getting it foamy. He lifted the brush over his shoulder and brought it down to his back. When he scrubbed against the never-before-cleaned skin, he growled at the sensation. It felt good. The firm bristles caused little electric jolts to shoot down his spine. Not quite sexual, but still very satisfying.

He spent several minutes just washing his back, then he realized that he had much more...offending places that could use the soap.

He scoured the brush over his arms and legs, his stomach and neck. He spent extra time on his feet and hands, trying almost-successfully to clean under the nails. They were cleaner, at least.

Next, he washed his crotch, scrubbing as hard as he could handle before the pain got to be too much. When he felt that he had scoured off a few layers of skin down there, he dunked his head under the water to wet it, then attacked his hair with the mostly-used up bar of soap. The soap dissolved into nothingness as he used the last of it to clean his face.

'There! Done! Finally!' Mugen dunked under the water one more time, swishing his fingers through his hair to rinse any leftover soap, then climbed out of the tub. He grabbed the towel that he had dumped on the floor, and started to dry himself vigorously. Bringing it up to his head, he rubbed out the moisture then shook his head to achieve that lazy wild mane he had perfected.

But suddenly he realized he wasn't alone anymore.

He smiled, thinking it was Fuu, and turned towards the newcomer. He stopped, arching a brow at the stranger before him.

"Hey Honey." She cooed. "Sorry for staring, but the show was incredible." She winked seductively at him and approached him. Mugen stared at her. She was probably a few years older than him, big-breasted, and made-up like a whore. Her red lips smiled at him.

"Are you done already, or can I join you?"

Mugen knew how he should respond to a woman like this. He should make some coy suggestion and have her share a bath with him. He should kiss her in the steamy water. He should screw her, then never think of her again.

But he suddenly felt his stomach churn violently at the sight of her opening kimono, which kept dropping lower towards the valley of her ample chest.

"Yeah...No thanks woman. I ain't got time for someone like you." He sneered at her in disgust and shoved past her to get to the door. Reaching for his clothes he realized that he was still naked and he pulled on his shorts as he walked towards his room, not caring if anyone saw him. He just wanted to get away from that woman. He wanted to get back to Fuu.

He was pulling on his shirt as he opened the door and was surprised to see that Fuu was already up. She was sitting in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She had already gotten dressed in the other kimono he had bought her. The white one with the sunflowers on it. He stared at her hungrily and when she met his eyes in the mirror, she blushed and looked away.

He walked over and crouched behind her. He saw the embarrassed grin on her face and he felt her breath quicken. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he grazed his lips across her neck and was rewarded with a small moan from her. He whispered in her ear. "Mornin Fuu. Sleep good?"

She giggled a little uncontrollably and her face turned even redder. She wouldn't look him in the eyes. He tightened his grip on her, drawing her nearer to him and he sat behind her, pulling her between his legs. Her back rested comfortably against his chest. He just held her for a moment, letting her get over her embarrassment of what he had done to her earlier that morning.

When he felt her heartbeat resume a more normal pace, he let his face rest against her hair. "You know, you don't have to be embarrassed. You're so hot when you come." She gasped and sputtered at him. He just laughed. She reached around and swatted at him playfully.

"Mugen! Don't be so crass!"

"What? Come on! You worked in a whorehouse." He said it slowly, as if she had forgotten. "I'm sure you've heard worse than that."

"Well...Yeah!...But, um...You know...I never really...I didn't..." She trailed off.

"You never had an orgasm before." He stated this as a fact, already knowing the answer.

She answered anyway. "Yeah...I never knew that..."

"Never knew what?"

She hesitated then met his gaze in the mirror in front of them. "I didn't know it was so good." She blushed again, but didn't look away. He almost growled at her, wanting to take her to bed and show her what else was 'good'.

But then her stomach rumbled. And his did too.

They laughed. Mugen enjoyed the moment, not caring that he was laughing in front of Fuu. Really laughing. And Fuu didn't call attention to it, but he could tell that she noticed, and she grinned at him.

Mugen stood and looked down at her. "Wanna go get some chow?" He helped her up to her feet.

"Definitely, I feel like I could eat a whole table full of dumplings!"

He grabbed his money sack and grinned at the heaviness of it. He'd hit the jackpot with that last job. He glanced at Fuu. She was standing by the door, pinning up her hair and waiting for him with a smile.

'I think that I would have taken that job even if it hadn't paid, as long as I knew I'd be finding you.'

He watched as she cocked her head questioningly, wondering why he was staring at her.

'Scratch that. I'd definitely have done it. I'd even have paid them.' He gave her a grin and walked over to her, pressing kiss on her collarbone before walking out he door. Her heard her sniff the air, still in the room.

"Wait...Mugen, did you...?" She followed him out into the hallway. "Did you take a bath?!" He laughed again and didn't answer her.

"Come on girly. Let's eat."

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They chose a crowded teahouse, and found the only two seats left near the back.

A waitress appeared and they placed large food orders, each trying to order more than the other, when Fuu suddenly frowned and shortened her order to only a few things. Mugen quirked an eyebrow at her, but decided to wait till the waitress left to ask what was wrong.

The server gathered their menus and promised to be quick as she left. Mugen turned to Fuu intently.

"What's up with you?"

"I just...I just realized that I'm probably costing you so much money. I feel so guilty. I didn't even think that you had limited funds till right now." She hung her head and looked so dejected that Mugen scoffed at her.

"Listen sweetcheeks." Fuu blushed at the endearment. "I ain't got no one else to spend my money on but me. That's the way it's always been. Now I have you too, and I don't mind giving you things. In fact, I kinda like it." He gave her a small smile and reached out to cup her face in his hand. "I've never been able to spoil someone before." She relaxed and smiled back at him.

He lowered his voice so that only she would hear, "Besides..." He purred at her. "Who said that I wouldn't be expecting some sort of payment in return?" He let one of his fingers stray from her cheek and caress her lower lip.

He was surprised when she opened her mouth and sucked his finger into her mouth. Her tongue stroked his digit and he groaned. "I didn't mean right now." He shivered, growing hard at the sight of his finger in between her lips and the heat of her mouth against his hand.

"Fuu, maybe we should go back to the-"

"Here you go! The best food in town! Enjoy!" The waitress plopped four trays of food down on the table and Fuu released him from her mouth, breaking the spell.

"Oooh, this all looks so good! Thank You!" Fuu thanked the waitress and began to eat voraciously. He was relieved to see her so excited about it.

'Who knew she just needed some good tongue action?' He began to eat as well, and soon all the plates were completely empty. He sat back and patted his stomach contentedly. He saw Fuu do the same.

Mugen paid the waitress and grabbed Fuu's hand, dragging her to her feet and leading her outside. He had a sudden thought.

"Hey Fuu."

"Yes?"

"I'm getting kinda sick of this town. Let's get on the road and find a new one to stay at for a while." He glanced over at her casually. "Sound good?"

She looked confused, but didn't question. "Sure. It might be nice to travel again. I have to warn you though, my legs aren't very strong anymore because I've been stuck inside for so long. We'll have to go slow."

"Won't be any different from before."

"Hey!" She smacked him on the back of the head and he laughed at her.

"Come on, you're a slowpoke and you know it." He grabbed her hand and pulled her alongside him. "We're gonna need some supplies."

"Like what?"

"Well, food. I'm not gonna deal with eating pine cones again."

She snorted with laughter. "Please tell me you aren't serious!"

"Why? What's wrong with pine cones?"

She cracked up at his expression. "Mugen!" She gasped between breaths. "Pine cones aren't food. They're inedible!"

"Oh. I was wonderin why my mouth kept bleeding." She doubled over with laughter.

"You're such a nut." She gazed at him fondly. He blinked at her.

"A nut?" He frowned. "Girly, I've been called a lot of things. But I don't think anyone's called me a 'nut' before." She stopped and he turned to her. She stood on tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.

"That's cause you're my nut." He grinned stupidly at her, and she kissed him again.

"I guess I can deal with that." He scratched his chin. "Alright, enough foolin around. Let's go stock up."

They spent a few hours in the market buying two backpacks, a large one for him and a smaller one for her; food; a second set of clothes for him, including sleeping robes; a small skillet; and a roll-out futon. Mugen bought only one of these, and it was small. Fuu saw it but didn't say anything.

When Mugen was satisfied with their purchases, they made their way back to their room. Fuu made to get ready for bed but he stopped her.

"No. I wanna leave now."

She looked pointedly at the window. "But Mugen, it's gonna be sundown in a few hours. We can't stay just one more night?"

He scoffed impatiently. "No. I'm getting antsy bein around all these people for so long." He expected her to keep fighting but surprisingly, she relented.

"Alright. Just give me a minute to pack my stuff." With that, she swiftly folded her clothing and stuffed them in her pack, then she reached for the skillet and food but he stopped her.

"No, I'll carry all that. You carry your stuff."

"But, that's a lot."

"You think I can't handle it?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, obviously you can. I just wanted to help is all. At least let me pack it. You'd probably just stuff it all in there in a heap."

"And what's wrong with that?"

She rolled her eyes again, then started to pack the bag, folding everything and placing it gently inside. He marveled at how neat she was. She came to the rolled-up futon and tied it securely to the top.

"All set! Let's go." She shouldered her pack and stood, waiting for him. He did the same, pulling the pack over his sword and they left the Inn.

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They walked at a comfortable pace, him not too fast, and her not too slow. Sometimes they'd hold hands, and sometimes they'd stop to kiss, but other than that, they continued at a steady speed.

Soon, the sun began to set, but Mugen didn't want to stop yet. He kept walking and Fuu stayed at his side uncomplaining.

After the sun disappeared from the skyline, Mugen sighed and stopped.

"What's wrong?" Fuu whispered at his side, not moving. "Is something there?"

He yawned and scratched his ass, smiling at her. "Don't be so dramatic. I'm tired. Let's make camp."

"Oh. You scared me for a second. Walking with you brings back memories. I'm pretty much expecting to get kidnapped any second."

He laughed. "Yeah, I know. Don't worry, I'll protect ya."

She grabbed his hand. "I know."

He led them off the road searching for a suitable area to spend the night. He wanted to be secluded from any prying eyes. And ears. They would be loud. He would make sure of it.

After a few minutes, he saw a small clearing near a rock wall and was pleased to find that the rock face had a good-sized opening that led to a cave. 'Perfect'.

He pulled her inside and moved to remove his pack. When she had done the same, he grabbed her roughly and drew her to him, capturing her lips. Like a pro, she opened her mouth and met his tongue with her own. He felt proud because he had taught her that.

He began to push her down to the floor, and she pushed against his chest, stopping him. He groaned angrily.

"What?! What's wrong?! Come on, I've been waiting for this all day!" He glared at her.

She regarded him calmly and smacked him against the head. He blinked at her rubbing the side of his head.

"Mugen, you idiot! I don't want to do this on the ground!" She pointed to the roll-out futon. "You bought that thing, so why don't you use it!" She folded her arms across her chest and glared right back.

"Oh..." He walked over to the futon, and spread it out on the ground. The mattress wasn't really thick, It was really just a long pillow, and the sheet it came with was a little thin, but it was better than the ground and it would serve its purpose.

He lay back on it, leaning on his elbows and looked over at her expectantly. "Well? Better?"

She nodded and blushed, approaching him slowly. He didn't pressure her, just waited silently. When she reached the edge of the bed, she paused, then kneeled next to him and leaned forward to press her face into his neck. She inhaled deeply.

"What are ya doin?"

"Smelling you. You smell like that soap you bought me." She said against his neck as she let her weight drape over him.

"Yeah, about that. I used the rest of it."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you bathe?"

"I thought you'd like it. Don't you?" He was growing tired of talking.

"Yes, it's very nice. But I prefer the normal way you smell. All musk and earth and heat. It's so feral and dangerous." She shivered against him. "It turned me on."

He snorted angrily. "So I did this for nothing?"

She giggled into his neck, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "No, not for nothing. It lets me know that you care about me."

He felt his breath catch and he grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back so he could see her face. "After all I've done, you're still questioning whether or not I care?"

She bit her lip and didn't answer him. He shook her gently. "Damnit Fuu. Of course I care about you."

"How much?"

"Huh?"

"How. Much." She spoke slow and purposefully. Mugen suddenly felt nervous.

'I think I've been set up. Ah well. I guess I should tell her.' He pulled her back against him and wrapped his arms around her, laying back flat against the mattress.

"I...love you Fuu." He breathed out deeply, surprisingly relieved.

She suddenly sobbed against him and he rolled over to his side, pulling her with him. He let her fall to her back onto the sheet, and leaned over her. "What's wrong? Isn't that what you wanted?" She sobbed again and looked up at him with watery eyes.

"Do you mean it?"

He lowered his head and stared right into her eyes. "Yes. I love you."

She sobbed again and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh Mugen! I love you too!"

He let her cry against him and he pressed kisses into her hair. That had been a lot less difficult than he thought it would be. Truthfully, he never thought he would say that at all, but what did he know anyway? He should have known earlier when he was taking a bath, that he'd changed. Drastically.

And despite always saying that love was 'for pansies', he suddenly realized that he was hard. Achingly hard. He needed Fuu to stop crying so he could get on with it.

He unconsciously pressed his erection against her thigh.

She stopped crying and leaned back to look at him. He saw the tear tracks on her cheeks and he wiped them away, surprised at his own tenderness. She smiled shyly at him.

"Mugen?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you...Will you make love to me? I want you to so bad."

He raised his eyebrows. 'Make love?' He'd never called it that before. She was looking at him so hopefully, that he felt he couldn't refuse, even if he did feel uncomfortably pressured by the power of the phrase 'make love'.

He decided not to answer her, in case he messed it up somehow. Instead, he bent his head and kissed her, gently at first, then she whimpered into his mouth and he deepened the kiss.

He rolled atop her and shoved open her kimono, letting it pool at her sides, then ran his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts in his palms. She moaned softly.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his tongue down her neck and chest to capture a rosy nipple in his mouth. He bit it gently and swirled his tongue around the tip. Fuu moaned louder and arched her back, thrusting her chest against him. He switched to her other breast and bit her again, fondling the one he just left and eliciting a sharp gasp.

He sat up to remove his shirt and then pressed his bare chest against hers. It felt fantastic. Mugen had never felt skin as soft as Fuu's. He rubbed against her playfully and she giggled at him. He sat up once more to remove his shorts, but she stopped him with a hand on his own. He looked at her questioningly.

"Wait Mugen...I just want to say before this happens...If I'm not any good..." She frowned and bit her lip. "I just want to say I'm sorry if I not as good as any of the other women you've been with..."

He just stared at her. How could she say that? Didn't she know that he'd never been as hard as he was right now, or how hot she had been when she came this morning? She made him ache for her without even showing any skin. He wanted her when she smiled and when she laughed and every time in between. He wasn't sure how to tell her this so he just smiled, took her hand and brought it down to rest on the hardness underneath his shorts.

"Feel that?"

She nodded mutely, the shock on her face clear.

"That's for you." He shuddered when she gently brushed her fingers against him.

"Jeez Mugen..." She withdrew her hand when she felt him jerk in her grasp. "I'm sure you don't need to hear this, but that's pretty impressive."

He grinned wickedly. "I know. And you can say that as much as you want, I won't mind one bit. You can use words like 'huge', 'massive', or my personal favorite, 'one giant motherfu'-"

"Mugen!" She groaned exasperated. "Can we please try not to kill the mood completely?"

"Alright, how's this?" He stood and shucked his shorts in one fluid move, then displayed himself proudly in front of her. "Ya ready?"

Fuu stared at him with wide eyes, but didn't protest and pulled her kimono off her shoulders and placed it to the side of the bed. She reached up and removed the pins from her hair and let it fall to her shoulders.

He watched her sigh deeply and lay back on the mat. "Okay, I'm ready."

He wasted no time in covering her body with his own and he kissed her hungrily. His hands roamed over her body and she wrapped her arms around his neck. For a moment, he was content with the simple contact. But he soon wanted more and he let his fingers graze her skin as he trailed them down to her thighs. He pulled her legs apart and settled between them.

Without a warning, he positioned himself at her opening and thrust into her. She gasped and tensed beneath him. He cast a quick glance at her face and silently cursed when he saw her eyes glaze over.

'Oh no you don't!' He wasn't gonna let her shut down on him just because of bad memories. He grabbed her hips and pulled her close then rolled them over so she was straddling him. She lay against his chest, knees planted on either side of his hips, and blinked at the change of positions.

She pressed her hands against his chest and hesitantly sat up, raising her eyebrows at him. "What are you doing?"

He chuckled at her confused expression. "I think a better question is, what are you doing Fuu?"

She drew her brow together and pondered the question. "What am I doing? I've never done it like this. I didn't know I could." She looked at him innocently. "What do I do now?"

"Play with me. Use me. Why don't you shift your hips a little bit and see what feels good."

She hesitated for another minute, then tilted her hips back and forth. "Oh!" She did it again and Mugen watched as her eyes closed and her head fell back. She began to gasp softly as her hips rocked against him. The gentle clenching of her muscles around him was driving him crazy. He needed more sensation.

He grabbed her hips and raised her up his length, the he brought her back down. She moaned harshly and repeated the motion on her own. He felt her growing slicker and hotter and he drew in a ragged breath. When she began to twist her hips as she raised herself, he growled and shut his eyes as well, wanting to savor the sensation of her riding him.

She continued to bounce on him and soon she was crying out with each thrust. He reached out blindly and sought her breasts. He grabbed them and pawed at them, forgetting to be gentle. She pressed her nails into the skin of his chest and her hips jerked uncontrollably.

"Mugen, I need..I need...!"

He opened her eyes and she was staring down at him, a helpless expression on her face. "What?"

"I...Aah! I need help! I need help,Mugen!" He understood and sat up so their chests aligned and he grabbed her hips.

"Fuu, put your hands on my shoulders for leverage." She did as he said, gripping him tightly. He stilled her trembling hips, kissed her deeply, then began to grind her against him. He thrust her onto him only slightly, knowing that right now she only needed the friction.

Her breath quickened and she arched against him, latching her mouth onto his as she let him guide her. He moved her hips faster and she suddenly shrieked, her body twitching violently as she came.

"Mugen! Oh! I-" He cut her off with his lips, caressing her tongue with his own. She whimpered into his mouth and he felt her inner walls clenching him tightly.

After a minute of jerking and shuddering, she sagged against him and let her head fall onto his shoulder. She was mumbling something but he couldn't quite hear her. He cradled her back against his arms and laughed at the slightly delirious smile on her face.

"What was that Fuu?"

"Why are you still hard?"

He purred in his throat and kissed her deeply. "Because I'm not done with ya yet." Before she could object, he rolled them over again and pinned her beneath him once more. "That first one was for you, but this one is for me." He rolled his hips and she hissed as her over-sensitized skin felt the drag of him inside of her. He slowly thrust in and out of her, and he watched her face. This time she was basking in the sensations and he picked up speed, satisfied that she wouldn't shut down again.

He felt her wrap her legs around his hips and he thrust into her harder. He felt that familiar fluttering in his stomach and knew he was close. He continued to pound into her, loving the sound of their skin colliding.

Suddenly, Fuu gave a loud moan and she snaked her fingers through his hair, tugging fiercely. "Mugen, I'm gonna...It's happening again!"

He dug his fingers into her hips and pulled her to him with each thrust, getting closer and closer to release. He drowned out her voice and just focused on getting there. Closer...Closer...Almost there...

Fuu suddenly yelled beneath him and he felt her muscles clamp down on him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her nails into his back. He felt his skin tear and he knew she had drawn blood, but it didn't matter. At the feel of her tightly clasping muscles, he went over the edge.

He roared as he had the most core-shaking orgasm of his life. He gritted his teeth and blindly pumped into her as his whole body convulsed.

He collapsed onto Fuu and felt her coming down from the aftershocks of her own release. They both were breathing heavily and neither moved for a long time.

When Mugen felt he could move again, he rolled off of her, laying on his side tiredly. He managed to push her away onto her side, then he slid behind her and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close.

Fuu spoke first, breaking the silence. "Wow. Now I know why people have sex." She giggled sleepily, then yawned. She snuggled back against him and he draped his arm over her hip. "Mugen?"

He grunted wearily.

She kicked at his shin. "Mugen! Don't be one of those guys that falls asleep right after!"

He grunted again, then drifted asleep. The last thing he heard was Fuu shrieking indignantly. "You jerk! Men!"