7. Getting to know each other

"Nice car…" Rachel admired when she followed James into his garage and saw the car that he had stored within it. The car in question was a matte black Jaguar XFR.
James walked around it with a grin on his face. "Thanks, I stole it myself".
Rachel rolled her eyes while she walked towards the passenger seat door, "What an accomplishment… You managed to steal something that didn't belong to anyone." She opened the door and stepped in, and in doing so she couldn't see James's face. She presumed that it was red.

As she closed her door she heard the other one open. And turned to see James who stepped into the driver's seat. He didn't say a word or even look at her.
Rachel stared at him for a short while. He's just sitting there eyes looking ahead with both hands on steering wheel… Maybe her kiss was a bit too much for him.

´My kiss…´ Rachel's eyes suddenly grew wider. She hasn't really kissed anyone (willingly) before. Though on a few occasions she had wanted to kiss Ryu… She still does, but she knows that he wouldn't allow it. Or would he, she had never asked him.

Rachel felt heat creep into her cheeks, but she didn't turn her head to try and hide it. Instead she kept her eyes at James, who still hadn't looked at her. She could tell that he was heavily processing something.
"James…" Rachel spoke softly. "I…" She couldn't complete her sentence because she didn't know what to say but then James (who still looked ahead) spoke: "Yeah… I don't know either."
Rachel felt more heat in her cheeks. "Know what."
James turned to face her. "How are WE going to do this… and what's with your face?"
Rachel gasped and turned her head away from him. "Nothing".
She heard him sigh heavily and then speak: "I can see that you are nervous… and I can't blame you"
She felt his hand softly land on the bare skin of her upper thigh. Normally she wouldn't allow something like that to happen, but now she didn't mind it. Instead she found herself almost liking it.
She turned her head, even though she was well aware of the fact that she was blushing, towards James. "You're right…" She paused and placed her hand on his cheek. "…I am nervous about this"
She felt his grip slightly tighten on her thigh. She closed her eyes and as she did she heard James's voice: "I would be nervous too if I'd have to fight Angel"

Rachel opened her eyes in surprise and removed her hand from his cheek.
James chuckled "I mean… If I'd been beaten to near death like you yesterday were, I'd just get the fuck out of here."
Rachel frowned and swatted his hand away from her thigh. "You would, wouldn't you?" James raised his hands defensively up "Hey I never said that I was a hero."
Rachel lifted her right leg on top of her left one and turned her head away from him. "You said that you'd help me."
"And I will. But don't expect me to risk MY life while doing it."
Rachel sighed. "Yeah… that's the kind of help I've come to expect." She crossed her hands and added: "Did you drop your balls when I kissed you or did you fail to gr…"

Suddenly she felt James's hand grip her by her throat. It completely caught her by surprise so she couldn't respond to it. Not before James had smashed her head against the car door window.
"You bitch", James growled. Rachel tried to punch him in the face, but her reach wasn't enough. This was because James had fully extended his arm and he was much taller than she was. Her eyesight was also blurred. Most likely caused by the damage to her head.
"When I saw you being tortured alive I made a split-second decision to save you"
Rachel kept weaving her arms at him, but she couldn't reach him. Her stamina was fading fast.
"I decided to bet my everything on you" Rachel opened her mouth fully and let out an agonized but weak groan. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. "If Angel finds out about my betrayal she'll kill me… Or worse." Rachel's eyes widened as her arms slowly dropped to her sides. "I risked my life to rescue you… And all you do in return is insult me and…Ah, what else… Yeas, choke me…" He raised his other hand and opened two fingers from it. "Twice!"
As James kept his grip tight on Rachel's throat her whole body went slowly limp and her head fell forwards, but even that didn't make James to release his grip. Instead he guided her now unconscious body (by her throat) to a sitting position on her seat, away from the door.
"I hope that teaches you some humbleness." Then he released her.

She dropped to the seat, which was reclined backwards only slightly but still enough for her to remain in a sitting position. Only her head fell forward.
James kept his eyes firmly at the unconscious woman. He saw that her chest was steadily rising and lowering, indicating that she still breathed. But other than that she was completely still. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open.
He sighed heavily and gently slapped her cheek "Rachel…" He grabbed her by her shoulder and slightly shook her "Are you there?"
No response, none at all. James shifted his gauze down from her face and to her breasts. Even though he had already got to know them quite well as he washed and cleaned her last night, he couldn't resist the temptation.
He glanced at her face, still unconscious, and then placed his right hand on her left breast. "You sure you aren't awake?" He gently massaged it and added: "Because if not I might do this to your other lady-part as well. And I'm not talking about your other boob here."

Rachel still remained unconscious and completely still. With a completely blank look on her face. James shifted his look further down her body and placed his left hand on her bare stomach. Then he slowly started to move it downwards. "Now would be the time to stop me" His fingers passed her belly button and arrived at the edge of her bared skin and the start of her suit.
He pressed the skin of her lower stomach in an attempt to get his fingers under the suit, but found that it moved down with the skin. "Damn girl… you actually weren't lying about that suit"
He looked at her face, which was just as he had left it. Eyes closed and mouth slightly open. "But your enchantments and magic won't stop me from doing this."
Then he moved his hand all the way down to the narrowest and lowest part of her suit. And closed his fingers around it. "So this is what your pussy feels like… (Chuckle) …What was that insult you threw at me earlier? About me dropping my balls when you kissed me?"
He moved his fingers on her vagina while pressing them hard against it. "If that was meant as an insult then it must mean that not having any balls makes one somehow… lesser compared to those that do."
He tightened his grip on her womanhood even more. "Well… If that's the case then I can now see why Ryu had to always come and save you." He lifted his gauze again to look at her face, and what he saw made him freeze. She had her eyes open.

Rachel looked at him straight in the eyes while wearing a neutral expression on her face. Deep down she was amused by the look he had on his face, but she didn't allow him to see it.
Instead she slowly removed her gauze from his eyes and followed his hands downward. There she saw that they still were gripping her by her lady-parts.
"Well then…" She turned to look at his face, and noticed that it had turned bright red. "…How does it feel to grab a seemingly unconscious girl by her pussy?"

James was again gaining back his ability to move and slowly took his hands off her. "Grab you… by the…"
Suddenly Rachel couldn't hold it in anymore and she burst out laughing. "Oh James… you really are adorable!"
James was staggered by her reaction and the look on his face was now mixed with even more confusion, which only caused Rachel to giggle even more. "Your face… H. Have you seen it?"
James removed his eyes from her and took a deep breath, and as he did Rachel stopped her giggling, though she couldn't stop herself from smirking.

"Rachel…" James took a deep breath "…what I did to you was…" He couldn't finish his sentence as he couldn't find the right words. Beside him Rachel extended her arm and touched his cheek. This caused him to look at her.
He gulped "I'm sorry for the things I said and… did… to you. I got angry and…"

Rachel's smirk changed to a more sincere smile. "No… It's I who should apologize... You saved my life."
She lifted her body from her seat and moved her legs underneath her so she could sit on her ankles. "And all I did in return was choke and insult you".
James's eyes widened as Rachel rose on her knees and stretched her right leg over his lap and then moved her whole body between his body and the steering wheel. She was now sitting pretty much right on top of his crotch.

She placed both of her hands on his cheeks and looked at him right in the eyes. "James… I need to confess something." James's cheeks were now even redder than before.
"When you choked me… I didn't go unconscious" James's eyes widened. "So that whole time you were… awake?"
Rachel closed her eyes and nodded. "I just wanted to know what you genuinely think of me… Figured the best way to do that was to pretend to be unconscious."
James was at a loss for words, and as he couldn't speak Rachel continued: "The things you said about me…" "Again I'm sorry" "… were true."
James inhaled rapidly. "I accused you for being a lesser being because you don't own a set of balls… And THAT is not true… at all."
Rachel still looked him in the eyes. "Is it not"
James looked almost frightened "no."

Rachel gave him a sad smile and grabbed both of his hands with her hands and placed them to rest on her shoulders. In doing so his elbows touched the outer side of her breasts, but as they were already pressed tightly against James's chest neither of them really noticed this.
"Do you know how many times a person with a set of balls have had to come and save me because I had gotten myself captured and or tortured?"
"No, but I do know the amount of men you managed to beat in the DOA-games"
"Not as many as the amount I lost against."
"Yeas, but" James's grip tightened on her shoulders "The DOA-tournament was WON by Kasumi. It's just that you're not…" He stopped his sentence midway as he didn't want to say it.
Rachel looked him in the eyes. "I'm not what?"
James avoided her gauze, but it was difficult as their heads were so close to each other. "You're not… not… You don't allow hate to drive your actions."

Rachel frowned a bit. "James… My body is pressed tightly against your torso at the moment". James looked at her eyes again, but remained quiet. 'Where is she going with this?'
"You can feel it, can't you?" James slowly nodded. "Of course I can." Rachel tilted her head slightly forward, but kept looking at his eyes. "Starting from the top… what can you tell about it?"

James was slightly taken back, but then decided to just roll with it. There was really nothing he couldn't say to her at this point. "Well… I feel your boobs press against my chest" Rachel closed her eyes. "What do they feel like?"
James shrugged his shoulders. "Well… they're big… But also soft… Quite firm… but still forgiving."
Rachel still had her eyes closed. "And what about further down"
"Well I feel your stomach… Also soft… but much firmer."
"And below that?"
James had again a weird expression on his face. "There's nothing to feel below that."

Rachel opened her eyes. "Now…" She wrapped her arms around his neck "I'll tell you what I feel." James kept his cool (just) "ok…"
"I feel… that I have pressed my boobs against something hard" She shifted her gauze from his eyes upwards, to the cars ceiling. "… And very firm. Probably against a man's chest."
James had started to lose his cool, but Rachel continued: "Against my stomach I can also feel something hard… Probably the man's six-pack" Now James was again starting to turn red.
"And below that" Rachel again looked at him in the eyes. "Yeas… there IS something below that"
"Against my… pussy. I can feel his dick. Asking for an entrance from within his pants".
Having heard that from her, James just now realized that he had a massive hard on. He wasn't even attempting to keep his cool anymore, as he found it pointless.

Rachel stared at him for a while after that, but then she quietly spoke: "Well… What do you think of that description? My description… of you?"
James took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders. "It was… It was nice." Rachel moved her hand to his cheek. "Why?" He responded by shrugging his shoulders again.
Rachel had an unreadable expression on her face. "I'll tell you why." James closed his eyes and slowly inhaled.
"I felt your strength, your muscles… All of them. And described them to you. You liked to hear that, especially from a girl."
James opened his eyes. "Rachel…" She silenced him by moving her finger on his lips. "I liked your description too… Of me." She smiled at him. "Soft skin… big boobs. Firm, but not too firm… Just what a girl wants to hear." Her expression changed from smile to frown "But it proves a point." "A point?" "Yeas... You're strong… I'm soft"
She lifted her body up and moved it over the gearstick and to her seat, where she folded her arms and looked away. "You're a man… And I'm not."

After that there was silence. Neither one of them spoke to each other, Rachel looked out from the window on her right and James looked ahead and slightly down. To the space where Rachel had just been. Then he heard her voice. "Do you know how frustrating it is" James looked at her, but she didn't look at him. "To go to the gym and train hard… Almost torture myself with the training I do and all the while know that if I were a guy it would be a lot more effective."
She turned her head to look at James. "My biology doesn't allow my body to gain muscles like you… Or Ryu… or."
"Stop" James interrupted. "Are you trying to say that I'm stronger than you…? Because I'm not." Rachel raised her eyebrow. "You are."
He placed his hand on her shoulder. "Look… We both know that in a fight I wouldn't stand a chance against you" Rachel looked down. "In a fight no. Thanks to my fiend-blood strengthening me. But…"
"Did you know" James again interrupted. "That women are more likely to survive gunshot wounds than men. That has been statistically proven." He placed his hand on her chin and lifted her head up so he could see her eyes. "And you are not a normal woman. What you've gone through would've killed anyone else… Like Ryu for example"
Rachel looked at him. "Ryu has never lost a fight." James nodded "True, but if he did he would have a much more lower chance of survival than you have."

Rachel looked at James's eyes. He looked like he meant what he said. "Thank you, James." Then she slowly started to smile again.
James responded with a smile of his own "That's a good girl" And leaned over her to grab her seatbelt, which he pulled over her and attached it in place. "Now… Are you ready to kick some ass"
Rachel nodded. "Let's do it." James smirked, turned the engine on and drifted his way out of the garage.