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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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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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