Can't Stop Falling

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Can't Stop Falling

Who: Fujiko and Jyabura
When: Easter (April 12th) that night
Where: Lambo's Island
Warnings: NC-17
What: A hypothetically (maybe... if they're lucky... are they ever lucky?) uninterrupted date out on the town.

Fujiko took one last look in the mirror. Her hair had almost too much curl too much bounce but it was impossible to straighten without looking like she'd tried too hard and Jyabura certainly never seemed to have a problem with it before. She was wearing orange citrus as a perfume again and a low-cut blue dress she'd picked up recently after a spending splurge. The PPKs were strapped into her girdle holsters and the machine guns were locked away in a safe. If any threats attacked them tonight, Jyabura could handle anything her pistols could not.

She hummed softly to herself, throwing on a silver necklace. Normally jewelry, especialy something that could be used to choke her was avoided. It only called attention to certain things she tried not to call attention to (money and her chest) but tonight, that was sort of the point of it.

Sneaking up behind Jyabura she slipped an arm around his, "You ready?" she asked again, more for the sake of something to say than a continuation of the bout of nerves she'd had earlier.

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"You bet," Jyabura said, turning to look at Fujiko. He didn't have much of an eye for aesthetics, but he knew when he liked something, and this? He liked. "You look hot," he said cheerfully, and leaned over to steal a kiss.

He felt a little bad for not having put much more effort into his appearance than he usually did, which was...well, not a lot in the first place. But he was wearing the shirt she'd got for him the other day, which he figured she might appreciate. That counted for something, right? Probably. "So. You wanna get going?"

Grinning happily, Fujiko's nose brushed his cheek softly as he stole a kiss. She nodded mutely, straightening the collar of the black unbuttoned shirt. For all the things he didn't always pick up on, it was the small things like this that he got instinctively that more than made up for it. Taking his hand in hers she led him out the sub. It was starry and a clear Spring Island night, perfect for whatever mischeif or romance they had in mind. Or found since Jyabura preferred to avoid plans.

"So what kind of food do you feel like?" she asked as the walk down the pier from the edge of town towards the more lit up city sprawl. "Any ideas yet?" She felt happy enough she could burst. Usually dates made her nervous because she had to fend off unwanted advances but with Jyabura she was comfortable and surprisingly secure.

"Uh...kinda feel like...Chinese, actually." Very funny, subconscious cravings. "But I think you should decide. I asked, so...you pick. Right? What are you hungry for?"

Jyabura hadn't been on a ton of dates in his life, and even fewer that didn't make him feel like a total loser. This one wasn't very far underway, but...it was shaping up to be pretty good. He had a good feeling about it. He never had good feelings about anything.

A secretively amused smile drifted over Fujiko's face at Jyabura's suggestion. "Chinese sounds fun." If nothing else she could go for some tea. She had the town mostly scouted out in her head from the preliminary mission of getting Lucci and Kaku safely to the courthouse. Fujiko led Jyabura down to the ChinaTown district delighting in the architecture, little shops, and streetside vendors.

Fujiko stopped for a moment at a small stand, inspecting a small set of painted turtle statues before moving on, seemingly disinterested. A couple blocks later though she flashed a cheeky grin at Jyabura and discreetly showed off her lack of purchase.

"Sneak," Jyabura accused, trying not to grin. It didn't work. "I didn't even see you take that." He threw his arm around her shoulders as they walked. "See, this is why I love you. You're evil, but in an entertaining way."

Eventually they made it in front of a vendor selling...some kind of food. Whatever it was, it smelled good. "We could get something here and keep walking, unless you wanted to go somewhere we could sit down. Either one works."

Fujiko chuckled to herself, grateful that around Jyabura she could just be herself without having to reign in certain impulses she'd gotten more than used to cultivating. "I love you too," she mumbled softly, trying to hide a small blush and quickly stepped up to the food. It smelled good and she was grateful for the distraction. "Here's good," she reached for her money. She was restless and preferred to stay in motion as much as she could. She made an order of some dumplings and smoothly paid for Jyabura's order before he could even object, curious to see how he'd react.

"You didn't have to do that," Jyabura said, taking his food. He'd never had a girl insist on paying for something, or pay for it before he had the chance, so he wasn't really sure what to do about it. "I mean, I asked you out, so...I thought I'd pay for shit. Unless you don't want me to?" ...Yeah, that was smooth. Urgh.

"Uh, so you wanna keep walking or find a bench or something..." There were a few here and there along the street for tourists or shoppers.

In an effort to reassure him Fujiko reached up and petted an ear with a free hand. "Or I just like teasing you," she chuckled. "Hum," she murmured glancing at the benches, "I'm ok with still walking if you are."

"Okay," Jyabura said, a little weakly. He did not lean his head toward the ear petting. Did not. "Yeah, that's fine. So..." He paused in trying to come up with a conversation topic, and took a bite of his food. "This is pretty good," he said eventually. "Um, so what do you wanna do now? Just...look at some more shit? And steal it?" He flashed her a grin.

"It is good," Fujiko readily agreed. She grinned back deviously at his suggestion of more thievery. "Maybe," she answered evasively. "Actually I was kind of thinking of maybe scoping out Agito's race layout, if you're interested." She'd originally been the one to pick the island and she knew most of the threats already since she'd helped put out the Easter eggs and put up some of the markers but it had some romantic secluded beaches along the way, beaches that would be completely empty at this time of night. Perfect for stargazing or hanging out and talking or just sitting together or... any number of things. "Or dancing maybe," she continued stroking the back of his ear with a deft thumb.

"Um...we could..." Focus. Easier said than done with her stroking behind his ear like that. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, the race thing, that's good." Dancing...not his forte. At all. Although he did know how to waltz now, apparently...but no. "So that's...which direction? Maybe I should've gone with you the first time."

"Well there's two routes. One through a forest, the other goes through a swamp and graveyard. They both have very nice beaches though," she answered, removing her hand from his ear to take up his hand once more instead. She stepped in front of him, walking backwards, pulling him along lightly and grinned back at him. It seemed a waste of a good dress if he couldn't see her front because he was too focused on the road ahead.

"Forest route sounds good. Swamps are, uh, kinda wet." He grinned, watching her walk in front of him. "I like this view, by the way." He was definitely going to have to find more time to appreciate that view at some point tonight...

"Yeah and there's alligators there," she replied offhand. She neglected to mention that the forest was filled with man-eating vegetation that seemed mostly immune to bullets, though were certainly slow runners. Besides, Jyabura could handle it and the forest side had longer beaches. Fujiko beamed at his compliment, heartbeat quickening. "Well you did help pick the dress out," she grinned. Plus it was his favorite color. She'd once promised to wear more blue just for that reason. Trying to be subtle but probably failing as usual, Fujiko slid a hand under the silvery gray tie, ever leading him on. "I rather like my view as well," she grinned, eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Glad you appreciate it. You helped pick it out too, though." Ah, now she was pulling him by the tie...that was just not fair. He stepped up and wrapped his arm around Fujiko's waist, pulling her next to him. Because much as he liked looking at her, he liked touching her even more. But he kept his hand in a relatively appropriate place, because they were in public, and he could exercise restraint, after all. "Lead the way."

Fujiko beamed ear to ear, leading him out of the city towards some very secluded beach she had in mind. There were cliffs on one side they could rest their backs against if he wanted and since it was low tide tonight the beach would spread for quite some distance. "Maybe we should pick out each other's clothes more often," she grinned. She wanted to wince the minute she said it, it was too corny and it sounded so stupid now that she'd heard it out loud. Even worse when she pictured actually following through with the idea. And she hadn't even had a glass of wine so that she could blame it on the alcohol.

Jyabura considered that vaguely for a moment. He figured she was probably kidding. "Well, I know fuck-all about clothes, but I know you look good in yours. Granted, you probably look good in anything. Or out of anything," he added, with a leer. "So...I think you're doing a pretty good job without me. Good thing about having a dress code with a lot of black in it is it's just about impossible to find shit to wear that people'll laugh at you for."

There were things lurking in the woods; he could hear them. Fujiko had probably known about them, too. Jyabura was okay with that. He liked a challenge.

Fujiko beamed with relief at his leer, as stupid as her comment had been he didn't seem to care and that was one of many reasons she loved him. Now out of the city, she leaned an arm around his neck and started stroking an earlobe again. "And yet you still found a way to individualize it," Fujiko grinned, eyes running up to the Fu Manchu and back down the length of his mostly bare chest, not really hid by the unbuttoned shirt and tie so much as accentuated by. "Whatever's comfortable," she grinned. She preferred to look good and she would put on something uncomfortable with a specific goal in mind but manueverability and ease of access to guns was always a must.

"Oh and there's some were vegetables in there," she said offhand, sounding quite a bit more casual than she felt, "Man-eating carrots and giant squishy tomatoes. Like ten feet tall. No biggie." They were well into the forest by now so she leaned in closer to nip at his neck affectionately, whispering softly, "I'm sure you can handle it. After all, you handle me, just~ fine.~" She accentuated the last two words with small teasing bites up his neck.

"Mmyeah, I think I can handle...just about anything..."

Eventually, he focused on what she was actually saying. Man-eating vegetables. ...Well, he'd seen weirder. Or maybe that was the neck bites talking. This was so not the place for this...

"How much farther is it out of here?" If he had to end up making them a giant salad along the way, he could live with that, but distraction-free open air was starting to look more appealing by the minute.

"I honestly don't know," Fujiko shrugged. "I'm not good at distances, that's why I still have to scout it out again." She paused taking out her sword, at least she'd be able to use some of the training from Silvers, and this time she wouldn't waste any bullets. "Oh and uh, I might have forgotten to mention... they're immune to bullets," she smiled apologetically, experimentally cutting off the a limb of a tree that had mysteriousy been reaching for her shoulder behind her.

"Not a problem for me," Jyabura said, cracking his knuckles. "But you know...we should get out of here. I don't know about you, but I don't feel like getting covered in tomato juice."

After making sure he had enough space, he launched a Rankyaku through the trees, shearing down most of the vegetation in their way. "Oh look," he said, after he was done. "There's the way out."

He turned to Fujiko and grinned. "Unless you want to go hunting. I could do that too."

Resheathing the blade in a fluid motion, Fujiko grinned, "Beaches works better for me." Easier to kiss him without objections hopefully. "Besides, where would be the fun for the racers if there aren't a few giant vegetables chasing them down?" she chuckled. Fujiko slipped her fingers under the silvery tie leading him out of the forest through the path he cut clear.

"Obstacles in a race are half the point anyway, right?" Jyabura agreed, following her out of the woods. "You're getting pretty good with that thing, by the way," he said, gesturing to her sword. "I guess that old geezer's good for something after all." He didn't like to say it, especially after the way Silvers had acted when they met, but Fujiko liked him, for some reason. Anyway, at least they were out of the woods now. "So now what's up?"

Fujiko nodded her head in agreement before blushing lightly at the compliment. "Just enough that I don't prick myslf," she muttered. "But I uh... might have stolen a few techniques from Goemon before. Pretty sure he knew what I was doing... that's one of the reasons we didn't get along. You know."

She ran a hand through her hair and pointed out three seperate directions. "Rocks, beach, and forest that doesn't have vegetable monsters in it. Or we could go back to the town if you want. But I don't really feel like going back to the sub." Leaning up a hand again, she started petting an ear affectionately once more.

"Hell no. We're not going back for awhile." To emphasize that point, Jyabura wrapped his arms around Fujiko's waist and kissed her.

...But then he let her go, because he recalled vaguely that they were supposed to be...walking. Right. Yes.

"Um...beach, I think." He ran one hand through her hair, the other resting on the small of her back. "More, you know, space, and shit. Not that I don't like the woods..." He did. It's just that the ground tended to be covered in pine needles, and, well...

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