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Personal: Hey kids, theres some sex in this one! Well, sort of!
Mugen woke late the next afternoon. Still sporting a light hangover from the night before, he staggared out into the hall, rubbing his eyes and cursing the bright sunlight. He stumbled down the hall way and into the kitchen area, where there was a plate sitting out for him. He didn't bother to wonder who thought to leave it out for simply plopped down and began shovling food into his mouth until everything was gone. He could hear sounds coming from outside and rose to his feet, pushing the door open to see what was going on.
At first, the bright sunlight blinded his eyes. He raised a hand, shadowing his face. After a moment, his eyes adjusted, and a lovly sight came into his veiw. Fuu and Natsumi were practicing. Because of the warm weather, both were dressed only in their white juaban's. The sunklight shned through their robes as they moved, so that the shape of their true figure was visble. He watched as the two wemon moved, twirling and tossing their fans. Fuu was fumbling quite a bit. Dropping them and hitting herself with them every few seconds.
"Fuu, what is wrong with you? You did so well last night!" Natsumi declaired, snatching the fans up off the ground in frustraition. "Sorry" Fuu replied sheepishly, looking embarassed. "I guess my focus is a little off today" she explained, aplogogeticly.
"We can't offored any mistakes, Hima. This is the most important time in your career. The next few days will make or break your future, do you understand?" Natsumi explained, laying her hands of Fuu's shoulder. She nodded, bowing her head.
"Keep practicing. I will go make some tea. Perhaps it will help calm you nerves" Natsumi offered, giving her a week smile. Fuu nodded once again and took her fans, twirling them with an overly determied look on her face.
"Oh! I didn't see you there! Good morning, Mugen. Or should I say, good afternoon" Natsumi beamed as she headed towards him. The sounds of Fuu tripping could be heard behind her. Natsumi forced a big smile. "Yo" He muttered in reply, watching as Fuu fell flat on her face. Natsumi bowed and walked past, shutting the sliding door gently behind him.
Fuu pushed herself up, franticaly whiping the dirt off her juban. Mugen walked over to her. "So why do you keep fucking up this fan thing. It dosen't look to hard" He noted, standing over her with arms crossed. "Its harder then it looks" she grumbled, readjusting her ill fitting robe. "If you can do it, it can't be that hard" He scoffed, eyeing her dumbly.
"Fine. You try" She challenged, shoving a pair of fans out too him. Mugen blinked, but excepted the challenge. He attempted to mimik the movements he'd just watched her do. Fuu covered her mouth, surpressing the urge to laugh in his face as he treated her poor fans like swords. He managed to catch them but did so with the grace of a invalid.
"Man, you could fuck someone up with these if they were on fire" He noted, seeming slightly impressed. Fuu smiled wearily and held out her hand, asking for them back. "You can attack Jin with them later. I have to practice" She spoke with a sigh as he returned her fans. "That is an excelnt idea" Mugen noted with a devilish grin, already plotting out the attack in his mind. His grin faded as he notcied the look across Fuu's face. Not knowing what to say, he backed up a step and watched as she began to practice. She had the arm movements down. She twisted and flipped the fans around almost carelessly. But when she trew one up and tried to spin to catch it, her juban caught around her feet and twisted tight, causing her to fall on her ass.
"Your thing's getting in the way" He explained, pulling her up violently. Fuu's eyes widened in surprise as she felt Mugen's hands fall on either side of her hips. He shifted the fabric of her robe upward, until the hem fell a bit above her ankles. He tucked the fabric under the small white sash around her waist and then while holding it in place with one hand, retied it tight. Fuu watched akwardly as he did all this with a look of determination.
"Now try" He ordered, taking a step back. Fuu eyed him cautiously, but obayed, and repeated the movement she'd just done. She tossed the fan up, spun to catch it, and managed to do so with out any fault. She looked at herself in surprise.
"You cloths are to big for you. You should wear a kid kimono or something" He muttered, heading back towars the house. "Thanks" Fuu called after him, still take a back. She shrugged and contenuied her practice.
Mugen wondered back into the kitchen, and was surprised when a glass of cup of tea was placed before him. Natsumi had made one for him, and sat across from him, drinking her own. "Did you sleep well?" She asked cherrily. Mugen nodded and mubmled something into his cup. Something about a little runt keeping him up.
"You seemed upset last night" She noted, eyeing him cautiously. "Meh" he shrugged, glacing out the window. He could see fans being tossed this way and that. They looked like birds. Drunk, awkward birds.
"He's always upset" Jin explained, entering the room. He sat down beside Natsumi, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Just ignore him" he added with a small simle. "I can't help being annoyed when I'm around you fuckers" replied sharpy, finishing off his tea. Nastumi stifled a laugh with her delicate hand.
"I'm in need of some practice today. Its been a while since i've been able to spar with someone close to my skill level. I was hoping you would join me" Jin began, mentaly preparing himself for some crude remark.
"Sure. Its been a while since i've whupped your ass" Mugen replied smartly. Jin sighed, and rose from the table. "If I win, I'm taking your women" He added, fallowing the tall man out the door. Natsumi shook her head and followed them out, heading over to watch Fuu practice.
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Fuu sat on her knees infront of her mirror. He face was painted, and she felt as if she was staring at a photograph of a girl she didn't know. Her hair was pulled up in a lose bun, with many strands hanging down in the back. She could see why Mugen and Jin hadn't recignized her. She was so deep in though that she didn't hear Natsumi sit behind her, and wasn't aware of her presence until a hand fell on her shoulder.
"Are you ready, Fuu?" Hatsumi questioned, giving her a reasuring smile. "Hm,hm" Fuu nodded, smiligy brightly at her. The two rose to their feet. They made their way down the hall and past the sitting room where Jin and Mugen both sat, neither of them speaking.
"Will the two of your be joing us tonight?" Natsumi asked, pausing and giving them a small bow. Fuu mimicked her movements. "I think I will stay home tonight. Its been a while since I trained this hard" Jin explained, eyes closed. His face was covered in small cuts as were his cloths. Natsumi nodded, understanding. She went to the door but stopped when Mugen spoke up.
"I'll go" He stated, hopping out of his seat. He too was covered in cuts, both large and small, but seemed unphased. Natsumi eyed him worridly, looking to Jin for support. but it apeared as though Jin had fallen asleep where he sat.
"I could use a drink" he explained, falowing towards the door. Natsumi faked a smile and nodded, leading the way out the door. As they walked through the night streets, he couldn't help but notice how many men had stopped to eye the girls he walked with. He began to tense up, feeling a need to protect them. Why, he wasn't sure. After all, he'd meet Natsumi by doing the same thing. But now he knew that she belonged to Jin, and din't like the idea of any man threatining that.
Natsumi handled the ogglers with grace and poise, smiling and bowing and giving little compliments. She was quite the pro. Fuu seemed oblivious to the attention, a focused look across her face, mostly to keep from tripping. The whole way, Natsumi scolded her under her breath whenever no one was near by. Telling her to smile, and stop being so stiff. Finaly, they reached the tea house.
The trio wondered inside, and Natsumi got straight to greeting all the guests. She knew all their names and all their tittles. Fuu fallowed her, smiling and bowing, speaking only when spoken too. After some time, the girls settled down where Mugen had parked. Natsumi poured them all some sake.
"Natsumi! My deer, it has been ages" A man belted from across the room. He was a verry large, fat man, with his hair pulled up in a bun. Natsumi smiled brightly as she saw the man and rose to greet him.
"Who's the whale?" Mugen questioned, leaning close to Fuu's ear. "He's a summo wreslter. Him and Natsumi are old friends. When she was training as a maiko, he had been her highest bidder" Fuu explained, seeming amused at the whole idea. Mugen however was not amused. The thought of the large sweaty fat man laying ontop of Natsumi bothered him greatly. He chugged down his sake, trying to get the mental picture out of his mind.
Natsumi lead the large man over to where they sat, smiling brightly. "This is Himawari, my Maiko" she explained, gesturing towards Fuu, who looked up insurprise with her sake cup still pasted to her lips. "Nice to finaly meet you" She spooked, after quickly swallowing it down. "And this is Mugen. He and Jin travled together a few years ago" Natsmui contenuied, placing a hand on Mugen's shoulder. Mugen looked up, muttered something, and contenuied drinking. Natsumi took a seat beside him and the summo man sat beside Fuu, taking up the entire asile in doing so.
"I got to watch the two of them spar today. I was amazed to see Mugen's skill. I've never seen a man who could handle his own against my dona" Natsumi explained, trying to spark a conversation. The large man raised an eye brow, seemingly impressed. "I never exspected to see anyone challeng him. And to think that you have no formal training" she contenuied, placing a hand on his shoulder. She seemed a little tipsy and Mugen smiled at this.
"No formal training? How is that posible?!" The summo wrestler questioned, slamming his hands down on his legs. Mugen grimaced as he watched the fat of his thighs roll like waves. "I've got my own thing going on" Mugen replied cockily. "Its true. Your fighting style is verry unique" Natsumi agreed, nodding her head as she sipped her sake.
"It seems as though I've surounded by odities. Your young maiko dose not look like any geisha i'd ever seen either" he noted, giving Fuu a sidewaysed glance. She wore a kimono similar to the style of the one she'd warn before, only this one was yellow with white sunflower desgins along the edges and black trim. Fuu smiled wearily at the remark.
"I'm afraid if the poor girl keeps hearing that she's going to lose confidence" Natsumi notted, tilting her head to the side. "She should be proud of her unique appearence. Geisha today all look alike. It is rare when one stands out" He noted, lauging a hand on Fuu's thigh. She lowered her head, hiding her embarassment, and forced a smile. Mugen growled, wanting to kill the man right then and there.
"So you are a summo?" He spoke, grabbing the mans attention. The fat man nodded, and all of his chins fallowed. Mugen bit back the urge to vomit. "I've never seen a summo battle before" He contenuied, eyeing the mans hand as if he could move it with his mind. The man removed his hand, and began going into great detail of the rules and regulations of summo. Mugen nodded, pretending to listen, eyeing Fuu all the while. She seemed releived once the man had stopped touching her.
The group drank and talked for hours, until the tea house crowd had begun to die down. "I beleive it is far past my bed time" The large man stated, rising to his feet. He'd drank small amount, but for some odd reason, seemed as though he couldn't hold is liqure. He stumbled when rising and looked for a moment as if he were going to fall directly ontop of poor Fuu. Nasumi rose and lead him towards the door. Saying a few private goodbyes before she returned and began picking up the small mess they had made.
"I can't beleive you lost it to that man. How did you survive?" Mugen questioned teasingly, receiving a warning glare from Fuu. "It was a tramatizing experince" she admitted with a laugh. "Don't worry Fuu, he will not be involved in your bidding" She added, patting Fuu's head in assurence. Both of them seemed to sigh in releif.
They both rose, and Fuu helped Natsumi tidy up before they began heading back to the house. "So why did you sell your whatever to him?" Mugen asked bluntly, after some time of silent. Fuu elbowed him in the ribs.
"He was once a verry wealthy man and he enjoyed my company verry much. He paid the highest sum ever paid for a women's misuagi. I was in great debt and did what needed to be done to insure my future" Natsumi explained, seeming mildly ashamed. "But now he has gabmled away much of his fortune, and it would not be worth the risk for Fuu to persue his interest" She added, walking a bit of head.
"Risk? You mean like, reputation?" He asked, raising an eye brow. "No, I'm afriad he'd suffocate her" Natsumi replied boldly. Mugen laughed. He turned back after a moment when he didn't hear Fuu make any sort of reply and stopped when he noticed she was missing. She had stopped someways back and was talking with the older man who'd been sitting with them the night before. Mugen frowned at this, and quickly walked over, stopping at her back.
"Hello officer! I'm so sorry I didn't even see you!" Natsumi greated, speeking louder then necisary. She was drunk, but to someone who hadn't been drinking with her all night it might not be to noticeable. "Thats fine, you had already walked far ahead by the time I got Himawari's attention. I was just about to offer to escort her home" The man explained, smiling plesently between the two wemon.
"She's already got one" Mugen explained sternly. Natsumi smiled over dramaticaly. "Well in that case, I will walk Natsumi" The man offered, ignoring the death glare Mugen shot him and held his arm out. Natsumi took it and the group began walking. Mugen pracricaly dragged Fuu behind him. Instead of linking arms like the pair ahead of them, he held her by the eblow, his entire hand fitting around her arm. Fuu grumbled at him the entire way home, ant Natsumi talked loudly to drown out the sound of their bickering. They reached the door stopped there.
"I have an engamenet tommarow with some american soilders. I would greatly appreciate it if the two of you would join us" the older man said, giving a small bow to Natsumi. "It would be our pleasure" She replied, returning his bow. Mugen's face went cold, and he watched cautiously as the man turned to Fuu.
"I enjoyed seeing you again" He added, giving her a quick smile. Fuu bowled, bulshing madly. And with that the man headed down the steps. The three walked inside. Natsumi went into the living room where Jin had still been sleeping. She closed the door lightly just as he'd woken up. Fuu walked down the hall quickly and entered her room, shutting the door deliberatly behind her. It opened a second later with a loud slam.
She ignored his pressence, keeping stiff as she sat infront of her mirror and began whiping the makeup from her face. He didn't say anything, and after a moment she let out a harsh sigh.
"What do you want?" she asked, a bit sharply. He didn't really know what he wanted to say to her. He was pissed, but couldn't put the reason into words. He stood behind her, stracting his head, trying to think up a response. Fuu sighed again, a hint of agitation in her voice.
"If your just standing there, you might as well go get us some sake" she offered, wiping away the rest of her make up. He went to protest, not likeing the idea of being ordered around by her. He did however like the idea of sake and reluctantly exicted the room. He returned a moment later dragging a jug and two cups, stopping in the door way when he noticed her.
She was now standing infront of the mirror. She'd removed her kimono and juban, and now stood wearing only a long black layered skirt and her white bindings. She pulled the chopsticks from her hair and let it fall just as he'd reached the door way, and watched it fall down the legnths of her back. He gullped loudly. She turned suddenly, surprised at his presence.
He litteraly shook the thought from his mind as he walked in, sitting down at the edge of her futon. Fuu sat down, not bothering to cover up, and poured herself a glass. Mugen couldn't stop himself from staring at her. The bindings fit her figure tightly, pushing her small breast up and pressing them upward. The skirt wraped low around her hips, and he was surprised at how wide they had grown.
Fuu looked up at him, wondering why he hadn't started drinking yet. Mugen shook out of his daze and poured himself a cup, slamming it down. "You know...your not obligated to protect me any more" Fuu began cautiously. "No shit" He replied sharply, pouring another glass and slamming it down. Fuu sighed.
"Just because a man is interested in me dosen't mean he means me harm" she contenuied, trying to sound as stern as pisble. Mugen cringed. He didn't want to think about that.
"That guy's a creep, Fuu" He stated simply, a cold look in his eyes. "What makes you think that?" She asked, a little put off by his manerisms. "He's an old perv. Don't you get it? He's trying to buy you" Mugen explained with disgust dripping from his voice. Fuu blinked. "Thats sort of the idea.." she reminded sheepishly. Mugen shot her a cold look.
"I always thought you were saving yourself for mariage, money" He noted coldly. Fuu cringed. "Things change" She stated sharply, violently pouring herself a glass. "After travling around with the two of you I couldn't dream of having a husband" she added reluctantly, and slammed the drink down. Mugen looked up, a bit surprised.
"Why?" He snapped, drinking his own glass. "Because, no one belives that a girl could travle alone with two men for a year and a half and still maintain her virginity" She scoffed, drinking them down as fast as he. He frowned a little, not being aware that that was the case.
"Then why are these guys willing to pay so much if they think your slutty?" He questioned, not understanding. Fuu scowled at him. "The men trust Natsumi's word. They belive that I am pure because she tells them I am" Fuu explained, sounding tired. Drinking to fast had made her head spin.
"I jsut think you can do better" He admitted, trying to make it sound as rude as he could. He looked away from her and sipped his drink, not wanting to deal with her thinking he was being nice. Fuu was silent. He winced.
"This isn't my first choice, trust me" she replied after some time, resting her cheek on her hand. "I have no idea what I'm doing" she added, letting her chest rise and fall. Mugen shot her a curious look.
"I'm going to be losing my misuage in a few days and I've never even kissed a man.." she spoke aloud, as if he wasn't present. "I have no clue what to do" she added, looking a little embarased. "They don't teach you that in geisha school?" He asked, partly sarcastic. Fuu laughed a little.
"I tried to ask Natsumi, but she gave me the dirtiest look. She said that its not something Geisha speak of, and that I must figure it out on my own" Fuu explained, grimacing at the memory. "I tried to ask Jin about it but he just looked like he was about to ralph" She added, frowning. Mugen couldn't help but laugh. Jin was such a prud.
"I doubt they'll exspect much from you" Mugen noted dryly. Fuu shot him a wounded look. He winced. "No, I mean, they know your knew to it and all" he corected, knowing that his words had come out wrong once again. Fuu nodded, seeming to understand.
"I just want to know what to exspect. I don't want to look like an idiot when things start hapening" She clarified, pouring herself another drink. Mugen shuttered. He didn't like hearing her talk about it. Exspecialy not as casualy as she was doing.
"You've slept with lots of women. What do they normaly do?" She asked suddenly. Mugen's head shot up in surprise. She was determined to make him as uncomfortable as posible. "Scream my name and beg for more" He replied, deciding to take the opertunity to be cocky. Fuu rolled her eyes.
"I don't know. All the wemon I've been with already knew what they were doing" He struggled, not knowing how to answer her question. Fuu pouted in frustraition. He couldn't think of anything to say. By the time he was her age, he'd already been with plenty of girls. He'd always just fallowed his instincts, which seemed to suit him just fine.
"Just fallow your insticts" He offered with a shrug, pouring and drinking another glass. "I don't think I have insticts when it comes to sex" Fuu answered honestly. Mugen sighed. Poor girl. She was probobly right.
"I don't know. Just close your eyes. It will be like masterbating" He replied, talking fast. He felt weird discussing this with her but the amount of sake he'd drank was making it a bit easier to handly. "Whats that like?" She asked, with adumb look on her face. Mugen's head shot up.
"Don't tell me you've never.." He spoke, looking at her in shook. Fuu shook her head, brushing lightly. Mugen shrugged, deciding that it wasn't that surprising after all. "How could you survive. Exspecialy when travling with a sex god like me?" He asked, playfully. Fuu laughed in his face.
"I guess I never thought about it much. I wouldn't even know what to do" She admitted, blushing wildly. "Its not hard" Mugen asured, pouring himself another drink. After a moment of hesitation, he poured one for her too.
"What do you do? Just feel around?" She asked, lifting her cup. She sounded so embarassed. Mugen was surprised that she hadn't slapped him already. He laughed. "Nah, there's more to it then that" He answered simply. "I guess you wouldn't really know. I mean, guys do it diffently" She noted, sipping away at her sake. "Trust me, I'd know what to do" He said insistantly. Fuu glanced up, wondering why he sounded so serious.
"Fuu. Theres one thing you should know about me. I make bitches swoon" He added, a cocky grin across his face. Fuu rolled her eyes. He leaned forward, an intense look in his eyes. "No seriously. I'm amaizing in bed" He contenuied, causing her to laugh wildly. He knew that to her it seemed like he was joking. At first he had been. But the way she laughed in his face was starting to bother him.
"Somehow I have a hard time beleiving that" She admited, little giggles still escaping her lips. She stopped when he lunged forward, his face an inch from hers, and he grabbed hold of her hand. Fuu gasped, surprised by his forecfullness. At first she was scared, but the warmth of his breath on her face sent a tingle down her spine. His eyes stared back at hers with a firey stare. She could smell a mixture of sake and earth and sweat coming off his skin. She'd always assumed that he smelled awful. But he smelled simply of dirt. Not in a bad way. But the way a forest smells in the fall. She soaked him in and after a moment, her eyes opened with a warm gaze.
Mugen was surprised at the way she looked at him. Her eyes were outlined with dark make up, making them stand out more then usual. And there was a heat in them that he'd never seen in her before.
"Mugen" she spoke, sounding at a loss for breath. He could see her chest rise and fall and knew her heart was racing. The way her voice sounded when she spoke his name drove him wild. "Will you teach me?" she whispered, a hint of shyness in her voice. Mugen's head began to spin. He couldn't beleive what he just heard. He didn't know exactly where he'd planned to go when he'd grabbed her, but he certainly hadn't been exspecting her to go along with it. He tried to cincider the situation rationaly. But all he could think about was how soft her skin looked, and how the coy look on her face was making his pants feel unbarably tight. So, throwing reason to the wind, he slipped behind her, pulling an arm around her thin waist.
Fuu was a little surprised at his readiness. After speaking, she'd half exspected for him to laugh in her face or get disgusted and walk away. But instead he got behind her, pulling her back between his legs. she leaned back against his chest, surprised at how firm it felt. He was solid, like wooden plank, but his body had a warmth to it that she couldn't deny. She stiffened a little, suddenly begining to feel nervous about the situation. He placed his hand over her own and lifted it off the floor. He reached his other hand down to her ankle and began to pull the skit up. Fuu gasped when his fingertips brushed the skin on her leg.
He pulled her skirt up to her waist and guided her hand down between her legs, holding her hip steady with his other hand. Fuu clasped her thighs shut instinctivly but slowly moved them apart as he pushed her hand downward. She gasped a little, beginging to shake nervously. Her entire body covered in gosebups. She felt warmth and tried to relax, unable to concentrait with Mugen's breath falling on her neck.
He was breathing hard, his heart pounding against her back. He held her hand tight, and began moving it in small circles. Fuu could feel his other and shifting slightly, fingers getting sweaty as they moved along her hip. The movement helped ease her nerves and she leaned back, laying her head on his shoulder. Mugen stiffined, taking in the sweet smell of her hair. He wanted to grab her up in his arms and throw her own her back. He wanted to jump ontop of her and devour every inch of her small frame. But he did his best to focus, sucking in his breath as he quicked his pace, not even using his own hand. He contenuied to guide hers, switching up between moving it up and down and in small cricles. Fuu let out a small sigh and he sucked in his breath.
She had started to relax. He felt her muscles losen and she fell back agiansti him, body falling into his chest. She shifted her hips and gave a small 'Mmm' sound as she burrined her face into his hair. His pants grew tighter. Carefully, he guded her hand upward and seprted two of her fingers, pressing them down on her clit. Fuu gasped and pushed her hips back against him, her butt pressing hard against him. He moaned loudly, not bothering to hold it back, and began toying with her some more. She let out small gasps and moans into his hair, her body trembling. He squeezed her hip to the point where it began to leave a mark. Partily to give him something else to focus on besides her sounds, and partly to keep her from shifting around on top of him. It was taking all his strength to keep from bending her over.
She was warming up to him. She bent her kness up, spreading her legs a little wider. With a gump, mugen decided to look down. His breath caught in his throat as she watched her chest rise and fall under the confints of her tight bindings. Her skirt was pulled up high around her waist, her little tummy fluttering with the movments of their hands. Her thighs were shining with the dampness from her center and he began to feel faint.
He'd never done this before. Never gone slow. Any women he'd ever been with had always been eager, as was he. He thought that that was simply the kind of sex he was into. He'd never thought to try anything else. But not being able to fuck her or barely even touch her was arousing him more then he'd ever imagined.
Fuu let out a small whimper and lifter her hips up. Her face was in his hair and her lips were right by his ear. He began to squeeze her hip tighther and carefuly moved her fingers down, gentle pressing them isnide her. Fuu gasped and he paused, not sure if it was a good sound or a bad one. But when her hips raised, he pushed in a little further, and put his face into her neck as a loud cry of joy escaped her mouth. She moved with her fingers, rocking her hips back and forth.
Fuu was letting go, enjoying the way it felt to be in his arms. Having his hands guid her. She was lost in the smell of his hair, the feel of his firm body, and the way the boldge in his pants grew ridgid against her.
"Mugen" she spoke softly, turning her head to look at him. She watched as he bit his lip and smiled a little. "I want you to touch me" She explained, shyly, lifiting her free hand to run it through his hair. He stiffend slightly and let his hand move from hers. He traced circles along her belly, feeling it flutter under his touch. Then slowly made his way down to the warmth between her thighs. He pressed his chin into her shoulder and gripped her hip tights. So soft. So wet. He couldn't beleive it. Slowly, as his eyes met hers, he slipped his fingers inside her, careful not to cause her any pain. He watched her lips part, and a small cry escaped. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, and began moving her hips.
He pressed his fingers up inside her, pulsing them in quick movements. She began riding his fingers, little moans escaping her lips. Her eyes opened and she stared up at him, her hand tugging at a clump of his hair. Mugen looked down at her, breathing heavily, feeling sweat dripping down his face. She released a small "hmm" and tilted her chin up so that their lips meet. He was amazed at how soft they felt. Like flower petals. He returned the kiss with some force, unable to control herself. Fuu trembled at the way his facial hair grazed her face, and depened the kiss, opening her mouth and darting out her little toung to play with his. He returned the favor, taking her little mouth under his control.
He broke away after a moment, burring his face into her neck. He placed heated kissed all over her fair skin. Running trails along her shoulder, kneck and cheek before stopping to nip at her ears. Fuu began gasping loudly, and a hint of desperation flooded her voice. Mugen's eyes darted open as he felt her muscles begin to tighten around his fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to belive what was happening. Fuu let out a small cry and arched her back, her hips pushing back against him with full force. He felt heat suround his fingers. Her breath began to slow down as she burried her face into his neck, her hair plastered to her face. She began breathing softly, shifiting into his arms. Mugen opened his eyes, looking down at her as she cuddled up against him. He couldn't belive what he'd just seen.
To Fuu's surprise, he shifted out from behind her. She looked up, wondering why her comfortable position had been disturbed. She sat up, using one hand to suport herself and watched as he moved infront of her. He staired down at her body intensly, as if he were about to attack it. "Mu-?" Fuu began to ask softly, but was cut off when he took hold of her thighs with both hands and pressed his face down between her legs.
Fuu stifined at first but melted when she felt his mouth open against her. He devoured her with an animalsition need, squeezing her thighs in his hands. He reached one up, running circles along her little belly. Fuu cried out, her hands tangling in his hair. She felt overwhelemed. The tension that she'd just felt began to bubble up inside her once again and she wasn't sure if she could take it.
She began shaking all over, her body twitching and shifting. She gripped the matt beneanth her, rocking her hips against the movements of his toung. Cries errumpt from her lips as another wave floods over her body. When the chills finaly died down, Mugen had made his way up her body and rested his face against her chest. She pulled her arms around his head, cradling him to her. He pulled his arms around her waist, squeezing her.
He'd watched her peak twice now and still knew that he'd be getting no release. He held her tight, not wanting to let go. Her body felt so small in his arms. He rubbed his face into her chest, taking in her scent. She smelled like a pretty girl. He could still taste her on her lips. Normaly, he wasn't much for going down on women. He'd tried it a few times when he was young, when the notion of falling in love still seemed posible in his head. But after being betraied and losing all trust, he gave that up. Besides, most of the chicks he got with wanted to be treated rough. They wanted him to corrupt them.
But she was difforent. When he'd looked down at her, so soft and clean and trembing to his touch, he couldn't help himself. She was so new to everything he did. So responsive. And he knew that her reaction was sincere. Their was no need for her to fake it. She probobly wouldn't even know how. He kissed along her color bone, grinning to himself. She didn't respond and he came to the conclusion that she'd passed out. He snickered out loud, shaking his head as he watched her sleep.
He rested on her chest, running his fingers idaly across her soft flesh. A sadness seept over him when the thought of another man touching her crossed his mind. 'In a few days' she had said. He shuddered. She was so young. How could anyone want to take that from her. Sure, he'd wanted to the whole time they'd been fooling around, but in the end all he did was touch her. He wondered if she enjoyed what he'd done simply because he knew what to do, or if it had something to do with him. What if the man who pays for her dose the same thing. Would she cum for him too?
An image of the older man they'ed met at the tea house came into his mind. An image of him ontop of Fuu, thrusting hard and fast, sweating all over the place. His old, naked body weighing down on her. Fuu with her hands pinned above her head, crying and whispering for him to stop.
Mugen darted up, ready to kill. He paused for a moment, and looked around. His suroundings had changed dramticaly. The room was now filled with light, shining in through the paper-thin walls. The futon was on the oposite side of them room and there were no mirrors of cloths lying around. In fact, it was relitivly empty. And most importantly, the girl that he'd fallen asleep on was gone.
Mugen sighed, feeling a little disapointed to wake up after that and not be next to her. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the sunlight. He closed them for a moment, waiting to the stinging to go away. As they closed, images of Fuu lying before him, her body wiggling with pleasure, small lips moaning and sighing at his touch. He smiled at the memory and rose to his feet, stumbling lazily down the hall. He slammed open the door to the kitchen and stopped there when he came upon a sight of Fuu standing at the counter, preparing some tea. She looked up at him, startled.
She wore a dusty pink silk kimono. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun and he could tell she'd bathed because there was no longer dark smudged makeup around her eyes. He walked inside, checking to see if she was alone. She was.
"How did I get in my room?" He questioned, sitting down at the table. Fuu was quiet for sometime.
"I dragged you. I'd tried to wake you up but you were out cold" She explained, keeping her back to him. She seemed stiff and uncomfortable. "I hope you understand why" she added, her head turning slightly.
"Yea" he muttered in reply. He knew why he'd done it. If Natsumi found them sleeping together the next morning, even if nothing had happened, it would be impsobile to explain. He eyed her up and down, notcing the way the silk fit her curves. It wasn't like the normal kimono she wore. It wasn't bulky and shape-altering. It was verry thin and clug to her shape, just hinting at what was underneath.
"Where are they?" He questioned, a gravily texture to his voice. Fuu shivered slightly. "They'er in town. Shopping" Fuu explained after a slight hesitation. Mugen grinned and rose to his feet, walking up behind her. He sneaked an arm around her waist, pulling her back against him. She remained a little stiff, but made no effort to pull away. He pushed the bangs away from her face and kissed her on the timple.
"I bet this kimono is the exact same color as your nipples" He noted playfuly, letting his lips fall directly beside her ear. One of his hands slipped inside the kimono, feeling the warmth of her small brest against his hand. Fuu sighed, giving in as she leaned back against him.
"Mugen" She wispered, her words sounding forced. "This can't last" she added, a saddened look in her eyes. He couldn't help but be offended. In the back of his mind he'd already known. He knew that she was still going to do the whole geisha thing no matter how nice he was to her. She was just..using him.
"Yea" was all he could think to say in reply. He took his arms off of her and stood behind her, not sure what to do. He was angrey. Angrey that she said that, when they could have just pretended. Angrey that he wanted to so much even after hearing her words. Angrey that she didn't want him back.
Fuu turned her head slightly, a look of guilt across her face as she looked back at him. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face him. He lifted her up and sat her on the counter, kissing her hard. Fuu felt a little dizzy from all the swift movements, not to mention confused. But when his hands slid up her thighs underneath the silk and his toung entered her mouth, all thought momentarily flew out the window. She held him back, clutching his shirt and pulling him closer to her. She felt his crotch rub up against her center. She couldn't beleive how hard he felt.
"Mugen. We can't" She panted, her hair falling over her face. "Shuddup" he repleied forceflully kissing her again. He tucked his arm under the back of her knee and lifted her leg so her foot rested on the edge of the counter. He kissed down her neck and onto her chest, covering every inch of skin that was visable. Then, without hesitation, his head moved down and began kissing her inner thigh. Fuu practicaly screamed when his lips meet her core.
She couldn't beleive it. First, last night, he'd sent her over the edge twice, and asked for nothing in return. And now, she'd expsected him to beg her, or posibly force her to give him what he needed, and instead all he seemed to want to do was please her again.
"Oh god! Oh god, Mugen!" She cried, cluting the back of his head. He smiled into her skin, the sound of her screaming his name making him rock hard. He had to admit, he was impressed with himself. He could turn her on so easily. He'd never had much of a problem in that area with wemon before, but he'd expsected some resistance from Fuu. He'd assumed she'd be shy and embarassed and he'd have to work her out of that and make her feel secure. But the young girl was shockingly willing and seemed to worship his every touch.
She was breathing heavy, her entire body covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her fingers gripped at his hair and her hips moved towards him, begging him for more. She was just about to break lose when they heard sounds from outside. Talking.
"Shit" she gasped, and quickly pushed his head away from her thighs. She hopped off the counter and darted down the hall, fixing her cloths as she went. Mugen stood up, a confused look on his face. The door to the kitchen opened, and Jin and Natsumi entered. Suddenly, he understood. He was just about to run when-
"Good afternoon, Mugen!" Natsumi's friendly voice sounded from behind him. He froze, keeping his back to him. He panicked physicaly. "Sup?" He replied, trying to sound casual ask he kept his back to them. He knew he looked like a mess. His hair was more tossled then usual. There was a not so discream boldge showing through his pants and his chin was still wet with her. Luckily for him, the two contenuied chatting, unoticed.
"I hope these American's aprreciate what we do for them" Natumi was saying as she put away the groceries. "I admit, I don't feel to comfortable with the idea of the two of you going to this alone. You know what the soilders are like" Jin spoke, helping her with the bags. "Oh they'er harmless, mostly. Just a bunch of pervs. Nothing Fuu and I can't handle. To be honest, its the officer I'm worried about" She explained, closing the cabinet she'd just filled. This caught Mugen's attention.
"Hasn't he requested to bid for her?" Jin asked, sounding mildly confused. "Yes, but he certainly won't bid for something if he can get it for free" She explained with a sigh. "I highly doubt Fuu would be interested in him" Jin sounded slightly repulsed at the idea. "No, but I wouldn't put it past him to try and take it" Natsumi answered, cautiously. Any sign of arousal had disapeared, and was now replaced with signs of rage.
"Are you sure you can't acompany us tonight?" Natsumi questioned, sounding desperate. "No, i'm afraid I can't" Jin answered in regreat. Natsumi sighed, seemingly upset. Her features brightend suddenly.
"Mugen" She spoke, trying to get his attention, a hopefull quility to her voice that made him nervous. "Hu?" He asked, pretending to be bussy with the cup of tea Fuu had left on the counter as an excuse to turn his back further towards her. "I'm a bit worried about Fuu tonight. She's never entertained for American's before and they can be a bit roudy. Would you mind acompanying us?" She questioned, trying to sound as sweet as posible.
"Besides, the soilders are heavy drinkers. I think you would fit in well" she added, brightly. "Yeah, why not" He replied, a little releived. He wanted to be there. He wanted to protect them. He wanted to beat that old officer's ass. He took a sip of his tea and smiled to himself at the thought.