OOC Log: Fujiko/Jyabura

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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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"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."

[doubleppk]

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.