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OOC Log: Fujiko/Jyabura

Who: Fujiko and Jyabura
Where: Fujiko's small (but very fast) boat, miles away from other ships and islands because they REALLY are sick of interruptions and her two-weeks of healing is up
When: Right after Garp's party, after the fountains and sailing out.
What: Fujiko and Jyabura finally get laid :S
Warnings: LIKE WHOA. Somewhere around R/NC-17. And it's retarded and such. If fun. Maybe skeevy. Still fun. *is totally biased*

Fujiko opened the last of the cabinets. It was unlikely anyone could fit in them but really at this point she was not going to take anymore chances. Every time they started something fun they seemed to be cursed with interruptions. Broken ribs, little kids, lost pig-boys. This time she was going to make sure she could go through with it. Not even bothering with words she launched into taking off Jyabura's still soaking jacket -- the muffins were pointless now, they'd only been soaked and she wasn't sure what the water might do to the curses involved. She was chewing on his ears and trying her damnedest to be as distracting as she could. Tossing the jacket onto a chair, she pulled him by the loose red tie towards the bunk, propping herself up with an elbow and angling herself as invitingly as possible as she switched to kissing his lips and undoing pants.

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Fujiko's attempts to be as distracting as possible were working out fantastically. Jyabura had forgotten all about being cold and wet, and searching the ship for stowaways, and possible interruptions and soaked muffins and pretty much everything except for Fujiko. One hand sunk into the mattress and the other in her hair, he leaned in, kissing her deeper, breath coming shorter as she worked on getting his pants off. He reached around to pull down the zipper of her suit again, fumbling a bit before he found it - this was like being fifteen again. Two goddamn weeks.

Her heartbeat was racing as much as the first night they'd met. He had a knack for exciting her in just the way she craved so desperately. She sunk teeth into his neck and shoulders before licking the skin almost soothingly, half just to taste him. Her hands frantically worked off the the remaining buttons to his shirt, practically tearing it off before flexibly reaching up and sliding his boxers down with her toes just to show off that she could.

Jyabura's breath caught ragged in his throat as Fujiko bit him, and he wasted no time in yanking the zipper down and pulling the fabric down to her elbows, but she was too busy disrobing him to get much further - and then without warning or preamble he suddenly found himself extremely unclothed and at a momentary loss for reaction. "You're nuts," he said eventually, half in awe, and pushed her down to the bed to finish getting rid of that damn catsuit.

Fujiko chuckled in delight, "So they tell me," she replied softly digging teeth into his neck once more and nibbling up to his ears. "Think you can handle it?" she teased softly, all too eager to let him help her out of the cat burglar oufit. Her breathing was definitely quickening and seemed extra loud in her ears but it wasn't hurting at least so if they had any scrap of luck at all, she was in the clear. She toyed with his long hair before dragging nails down his back and entwining muscular though feminine legs with his decidedly stronger and masculine limbs.

"You'd better believe it," Jyabura said, grinning and biting at her neck and shoulder in return. He'd been starting to think that their luck was never going to hold out long enough for this to happen, and now that it was he almost couldn't believe it. Except that he really could, because Fujiko was here and warm and still slightly damp from the fountain and utterly gorgeous and pressed up against him, biting him and raking her nails down his back, and it was all really good, and maybe Fate didn't hate him quite as much as he'd thought.

He braced himself up on one elbow so that he could run his free hand down her body, touching all he could reach as he leaned down to kiss her again.

"Ahhhh," she moaned in pleasure, tingling everwhere she came into contact with his touch. He was perfect. Too damn perfect. Maybe her luck was just evening itself out. It couldn't be bad all the time without inserting a bit of good here and there or it'd be extremely overbalanced. She started wrapping a hand in his fu manchu, toying with the goatee and kissed him back fervently. More, she wanted so much more and didn't even know where to begin to get it. Her free hand stroked the back of his neck mentally reminding herself that he was her wolf and there couldn't be anything better than this.

"Shit," Jyabura muttered, pulling back long enough to get some oxygen. Every sound she made just made it harder to try to be patient. He wanted her now, right now, everything he could get. Fuck going slow; they could do that later when they both weren't obviously horny as hell. "Um," he said, pressing a distracted kiss to her jaw before managing to collect his thoughts, "hang on." He moved away (reluctanctly), located his pants in the pile of clothing on the floor next to the bed, and rummaged in them until he found a condom in one of the pockets. "Aha," he announced, brandishing it somewhat triumphantly as he turned back to the bed.

Fujiko grinned deviously. It wasn't completely necessary. She'd already gone on the pill but she liked it when people were prepared for anything. Plus she was paranoid and she was definitely not okay with getting pregnant ever. Quirking a finger in a hooking motion she lured him back in place so that she could latch onto his ear again. Suddenly the realization that her bluffing was about to fall through she wanted to keep her head behind his line of vision. She had no idea the typical protocol for this. She'd seen Lupin put one on before, except then she'd always kicked him in the head or boxing-gloved him and run off with the loot. It was exciting to be sure but a lot more nerve-wracking than she wanted to admit.

"I'm also on the pill," she murmured softly in his ear. She wasn't sure if he'd even know what that was or if they had it here but Fran had known and had reassured her she could replenish her three-month supply when it ran out. "Not that I don't want the extra protection. I'm paranoid and all." There, it was an easy cover. Most girls did go on the pill early on, just in case, not necessarily because they were already sexually active but most guys assumed if they were on the pill then they must know what they were doing. And she did know. Mostly.

"Good to know," said Jyabura, who would have expected nothing lees from someone as admittedly paranoid as Fujiko. He'd long been of the opinion that more people should be paranoid, anyway. She seemed tense, he realized - but he was kind of tense too, from all the...well, tension, of the past couple of weeks. "Uh, hang on," he muttered again, hoping that there wasn't going to be too much more hanging-on to do after this, and sat up, ripping the package open and considering, as he rolled it on, that one day mankind was going to have to invent a way to do this that wasn't awkward. Oh well. He turned back to Fujiko, kissing her again as he bore them down to the mattress.

There might have been a deeper blush to her cheeks than usual but it was hard to tell. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and if her cheeks were inflamed it was mild in comparison. Fujiko pulled Jyabura close again desperately longing for his proximity and greater contact. She kissed him intensely, tracing over the scar on his face with light fingertip touches and drinking in every inch of his skin that she could.

And she was extremely comforted in the fact that he was hers. Definitely all hers.

Her desire had already been compounded by extra forced waiting and each delayed second was becoming agony. Supposedly slower was better but right then she just wanted it to be fast and intense, like an explosion going off. She wasn't sure where to even begin to vocalize that so nibbling on the outside of an ear once more she half-pleaded in a demanding tone, "Jyabura..."

God, the way she said his name like that was going to kill him. He groaned against the side of her neck, about ready to give up completely on being halfway gentle like he was trying to. Intellectually, he was aware that if he didn't get inside her in the next ten seconds it wasn't actually going to kill him, but his body was long past the point of caring. Still... "Okay," he remembered to ask, "how do you want this?" He'd never been with her before and he didn't want to make any assumptions, even if at the moment he didn't feel all that inclined to put any effort into caring about anything.

That wasn't quite the reaction she'd been expecting. Turning into putty slightly, yes, maybe even turning into a frenzied beast, but asking how she wanted it done? She didn't even understand the question. "Now," she answered biting into his shoulder a little harder than before. Fuck she just wanted him ten ways from Sunday and didn't care how, whatever he wanted was pretty much going to be fine with her. Especially if kept making her feel that damn good. Still, curiosity was getting the better of her, eyes turning questioning, "What do you mean?" She nearly bit her tongue wanting to take it back. Now was not a time she wanted to be displaying lack of knowledge of a subject.

Now was good. Jyabura could work with now. Especially if it meant she was going to bite him like that some more. ...Except that now he was being asked a question and mental faculties were not running at a high enough capacity to process that kind of information.

"What?" he said, and shortly thereafter, Fujiko's words actually registered in his brain, as did her look of utter confusion. And, okay, maybe it'd been a weird thing to ask right then, but... "I just meant, you know, how do you, uh--" and then, maybe it was nothing, but for some reason a couple of things came together in Jyabura's brain, and those aforementioned mental faculties ground to a halt for a different reason.

He lifted himself up on his elbow again in order to favor her with a look of total bafflement. "Are you...have you never...you're a virgin?"

Fate really was out to get them wasn't he? Fujiko's cheeks flushed and once again she chose to bite into his neck, brown semi-curls hiding most of her blush from view. "Can you um... tell?" Dear God that was not what she wanted to ask. She should have just lied and laughed it off. Oh well whatever, too late now. "Look... I mean it's not like I don't know what I'm doing I just... haven't exactly gone through with it before, ok?" So not the conversation she wanted to have with him lying naked on top of he and her entire body begging for release.

Damn it. This was...just...great. The universe officially hated him, because now they were going to have to talk about this, and this was really bad timing. With a sigh that bordered on a growl, Jyabura moved away to sit up partway on the mattress, looking down at Fujiko and trying to force himself to calm down a little. "It was a guess," he said, and that was the whole problem. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

Fujiko sighed, cheeks still bright red and sitting up some she leaned her forehead against one of his shoulders. "You didn't ask before?" she ran a hand through brown hair with a sigh brushing some of it back. "God just... think about it. I mean I told you about my exes. They aren't exactly the... I didn't want to..." And now she was admitting more than she'd intended to. Truth was she couldn't committ to someone who couldn't committ to her. Plain and simple. "They were all jerks," she finished, moving up to kiss along his delicious ears once more. "Jeez, would you have actually wanted me to?"

"I--" damn it, not the ear thing again. Half on instinct, he ran his fingers through her hair, just so he didn't have to stop touching her. "I don't care. If you have or haven't or whatever. I just...I don't know. Why didn't you say something? 'You didn't ask' is a stupid reason." On one hand, he was flattered (and, okay, pretty turned on) that she wanted to have sex with him over all the other people she could have, but on the other hand, he was confused and, admittedly, kind of upset that she'd just never brought it up. Okay, maybe it was a tough thing to work into conversation, but... "Do you just...I get that you don't trust me, but do you just not want to tell me anything?"

"What? No!" Fujiko grit her teeth, "It wasn't that... it just... Aaah." She punched him lightly in the shoulder out of frustration. "I bluff all the time that I'm a giant slut. Because then people don't question when I start seducing them so they let their guard down and I can beat them up... with you I just... I didn't think it mattered because I kind of decided weeks ago I wanted to have sex... with... you..." she trailed off, cheeks flaming again after they'd just calmed down. "I just... I wanted to sleep with you and not have this awkward conversation. And I thought you wouldn't care one way or the other..." Which meant she did trust him and she really didn't want to admit that. She wasn't supposed to trust him but it was a small point, she could give a little leeway on it.

"Well..." Maybe that was a good point. It was a good point. Awkward conversations sucked, especially right now, and...well, she did like him. Obviously. And that was good. "You're right, I don't care one way or the other. I kinda wish you'd said something beforehand, but..." He gave her a long look, and he was just noticing that her eyes were gorgeous, just like pretty much everything else about her. "Whatever." He leaned in to kiss her neck again, having the vague intuition that they should probably actually talk about this, but that it could wait. "You know you're really beautiful, right?" he said, almost absentminded as he pressed her down to the mattress again and kissed her.

Fujiko beamed just glad they were brushing past it. She practically purred when he kissed her neck again, that was definitely something she could get used to and fast. She ran her hands over his neck, sliding thumbs to pet behind his ears. "I might have heard it but usually only from liars so I'd much rather hear it from you. Besides, you're pretty hot yourself, I have to keep up." Okay that was corny as hell. Well whatever, she was planning on distracting him as much as possible with her body. She entwined her legs with his again and pulled him in closer with long fingertips stroking up his shoulders. Whatever else maybe should have been said, she didn't really want to discuss it. Just kiss him some more and a lot more than that. Right then she felt like she might just explode if he didn't fuck her crazy.

Jyabura laughed a little against the side of Fujiko's neck as she pulled him closer, using the position to get as much skin contact as he could. "I am a liar," he pointed out, "but not to you." He didn't want to lie to her - he didn't want to do much other than fuck her senseless at the moment, to be fair. God. Too long. The 'going slow' thing was still going to have to wait, because it was pretty obvious neither of them were interested in that at the moment, or halfway patient enough for it. "So, uh," he said, a little hesitant to continue as he reached down to stroke her, making sure she was ready. "I've never exactly been with somebody who hasn't done this before, but...apparently it might hurt."

At that Fujiko laughed loudly. "Call me masochistic but I like things rough." Quite a bit rough actually. She drew the line at broken bones and preferred not to be bit so hard she bled but other than that just about anything was fair game. "So far as I'm concerned," she stroked down the front of his chest, lightly adding nails, "The harder you are, the better." She bit up the side of his neck to chew on his ears once more.

"Oh," said Jyabura, because that was all he was really capable of saying, brain overpowered by want as it was. That was just... He gave up on trying to be considerate or gentle or any of that shit he'd never been good at anyway and buried his face in the side of her neck with a chest-deep growl as he entered her - he did try to go slow the first time, but... "Oh," he said again, slightly rougher than before, and panted once against her ear. "Yeah..."

"Fuck yes," she breathed in his ear, fire coursing from all the right spots. That didn't just feel good, it was perfect. Exactly what she wanted and the way she wanted it. She wanted to thank whatever God really existed (not Eneru because ew creepy) and chewed a lot harder on his neck at the sound of his growls. She couldn't believe how erotic a sound that was and it drove her wild. "Nnngh, Jyabura," she moaned in passion, arching upwards to meet his thrusts wanting him deeper, so much more.

"Fuck." Maybe that wasn't the most eloquent possible statement, but given the circumstances, Jyabura thought it counted as downright poetic. He lifted one of Fujiko's legs higher onto his hip to get a better angle and started to move, harder than he would have normally. The growl he made this time was more animal than human; she was biting his neck too hard. It hurt, but it was good, and - "Don't stop," he panted, wandering hand coming up to tangle in her hair.

"I won't," Fujiko promised, running teeth and lips across his throat down to his chest. Stopping was the furthest thing from her mind, she was fine if they didn't stop at all. She wanted to ride him hard and as long as possible. Every time he growled it sent shivers down her spine making her want to fuck him all the more. She was determined to make him growl more, louder, just for her. Her nails dug into his back guiding him in deeper, closer. She tightened her legs' grip around his waist, little spasms of delight wracking her body. "Ahhh, fuck, yes!" she hissed against his chest intensely.

Her nails digging into his back caused Jyabura to hiss and jerk forward, muffling a groan in Fujiko's neck and then biting down just under her ear. Not too hard; controlling his own strength was second nature to him - although she made it difficult. It was like she knew exactly what to do to drive him crazy, and just the way she kept shivering and all the noises she made were shaking his control, but he held it together, responding only by thrusting deeper into her and moaning her name against her ear.

Between hearing her name through almost clenched teeth, the bite in just the right spot as if he knew exacty where she wanted him, and that Jyabura was slowly, finally, on the edge of losing control, Fujiko wanted to melt. Half-felt like she was already. He was holding back, still in control, somehow it seemed like he was cheating. She was definitely losing control and it only seemed fair he should have to too. "Nnngh, Jyabura!" she purred, biting his ear and panting into his neck. She wanted to tell him to go harder, she could take it, wanted it even, but the words wouldn't seem to come out.

Somewhere between letting his hands roam over every part of Fujiko he could reach and trying to maintain some measure of control over himself, Jyabura had the intuition that, first, this wasn't going to last as long as he'd like it to, and second, he was never going to be able to get enough of her. She was too perfect like this, gorgeous and practically begging and his and he wanted more, didn't ever want to let her go. He bit that spot under her ear again - she'd liked that, or at least he was pretty sure she had (and finding out all the things she liked was going to be entertaining) - and let his control slip a little more, moving a little harder, and god it was good, so good...

Fujiko decided just then as he bit that spot again that Jyabura was good, way too good, at figuring out exactly what she wanted and fulfilling it. And she more than ok with that too. "Ahhh fuck," she moaned again, pure desire lacing her voice. She let herself fall into his rhythm, speeding up slightly as he rocked into her hard. Fuck, she wanted more but her grip on the situation was slipping fast and with her body so much on fire and stimulated everywhere he touched, she wasn't going to hold out. White-hot pleasure flooded over her and she gasped out, tightening hot and needy around him.

"Fuck, yes," Jyabura groaned, almost choking on the words as he felt Fujiko tighten around him. He buried his face in her neck again, biting down out of pure instinct and growling harshly as he finally let go, holding back only as necessary not to accidentally hurt her. Just a little more, a few more deep thrusts and another desperate bite and he was coming so hard it almost hurt, snarling ferally into Fujiko's shoulder.

Fujiko lay panting heavily on the bunk, holding his head to her neck and occasionally petting him distractedly. "Mmnn..." she muttered finally, unable to vocalize any words at that point. Easily the best she'd ever felt. Ever. She was pretty sure she wasn't going to be able to let him go for awhile, if ever. She was definitely keeping him because no one had ever made her feel that good and if another girl even tried to steal him she would definitely have to shed some blood. Shivers of delight continued up and down her spine and she moved to petting behind his ears because they were there. "Fuck," she breathed, "That was..." she trailed off, not really sure what to say.

"Yeah," said Jyabura. It was about all he was capable of saying, and he didn't know what she'd been about to say but he was pretty sure he agreed with it. "Damn," he added, eventually. He didn't want to move; Fujiko was warm and soft and didn't seem to mind him being there. But he was going to have to. Soonish. Eventually. Okay, now. He sighed, rolled over onto the mattress, and blinked at the ceiling in a momentary daze before reluctantly getting up to dispose of the condom. This done, he took up his previous spot on the mattress, flung one arm over Fujiko's torso, tucked his chin on her shoulder, and said "Okay. Not moving anymore. For awhile."

Fujiko snuggled into his embrace, mentally refusing to accept that was what she was doing, she was just luring him in closer, that was all. "Good, I wasn't going to let you go," she informed him, wrapping her arms around him and keeping him in place. She was warm and comfy and decided that that was the perfect ending to a very fun day and before she even knew it she'd drifted off to sleep, still clinging possessively to her wolf.

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