OOC Log: Fujiko/Jyabura

[doubleppk]

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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[agent-wolf.livejournal.com]

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.