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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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"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...

"Beach it is," she replied a little breathlessly, trying to get her heartbeat back in control. She was about to take his hand again but instead settled for grabbing his tie because she likes the feel of his hand on her back a lot more. "And yeah. There's a lot of space. Low tide and all that." Fujiko led the way a lot more quickly than before, still tingly from his kiss, and a lot more eager to actually reach a destination even if just so they could talk about something besides the scenery.

The moonlight glittered off the waves in a little bit of distance but it seemed appropriately romantic for a date. Fujiko wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. "This good?"

"Mm. Definitely." After they broke the kiss, he looked up inquiringly at their surroundings. "Oh, you mean the beach? Yeah, it's good." He grinned. "So. Got any plans I should know about? Or ones I probably shouldn't?"

Fujiko chuckled deviously, "Beach yes, but always good to know when I'm doing something right." She leaned up on tiptoes to suck on one of his earrings, and ran fingers down the other side of his neck. "No plans as of yet," she admitted, batting eyelashes against his cheek. "It sort of depends more on what you're interested in."

"What I'm interested in?" Jyabura chuckled, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck, then bite lightly. "I admit it, I got a pretty one-track mind." Running one hand up the side of her leg to her hip, he wrinkled the material of her dress, dragging it up, but let it go (for now) and put his hand on the small of her back again, pulling her as close as they could get. "Of course, if you wanna do something else..." he suggested against Fujiko's ear, waiting.

"Oh?" Fujiko swallowed nervously, trying to get back under control. She hooked a leg around his and closed her eyes gently, unable to keep meeting his intense gaze. Trailing her fingernails down his mostly bare chest she tried to get some moisture back in her mouth. "I think I'm pretty much interested in whatever you are," she whispered back softly. Fujiko nibbled Jyabura's neck, pressing him up against whatever was handy, and ran her fingers teasingly down his front, toyingly brushing lower. "But I'm tempted to make you beg," she purred, softly thumbing one of his earlobes.

"Oh yeah?" Jyabura said. He was a little proud of the way his voice kept steady when he spoke. Fujiko had a tendency to make that hard to do. "Well...I warn you I'm not gonna make it easy." And if not making it easy meant biting at one of her ears in vengeance and sliding one hand under the edge of her skirt, then he was doing a pretty good job so far. "Hey...you wanna go, uh, find somewhere to sit?" Or do things more interesting than sit, whichever.

"Mmm?" Fujiko murmured softly against his neck, teasingly licking upwards to his ear to bite the edges. "Where exactly? I'm rather comfortable here against the rocks but if that's too rough for you..." she smiled coyly mocking him and bit along his neck a little harder. "It is a little warm though or is that just me?" She was getting warmer by the second, being this close to him sent her blood roaring and cheeks aflame. Fujiko ran her hands under Jyabura's shirt, gently brushing his arms and sliding to his back. She dug her nails in lightly, pulling him closer and dragging her nails down his back. "Of course," she added with another bite to his neck, "I like things rough. But that's just me."

"Ahh, no, you're, uh. You're right, it's kinda. Warm." Shit...he hissed at the bite, the nails in his back...definitely too warm. He reached around the back of her dress, finding the zipper and pulling it down; it really was hot out here, and the proximity was making it worse. Or better. He slipped the dress off her shoulders, tugging it down to her waist and running his hands over her back.

Without warning, he grabbed her and spun her around, pressing her up against the rock behind them. "Good thing you like it rough, huh?"

Fujiko gulped as her back hit the rock. "Good thing," she agreed grinning deviously. She was torn between tearing his own clothes off of him and making sure he didn't hurt himself on the pistols she still had strapped various places. The sword was sheathed and the safeties were on but still, one could never be too careful. Even with the desire for caution though, Fujiko decided to tear his own shirt off, as good as it looked on him, she was liking the way the moonlight played off his skin, he could keep the tie on though, never knew when that was was going to come in handy; and undid the waistband around his pants, slipping out of her own dress. Fujiko bit hard into his neck, and spun him back against the rocks again more to prove she could be in control if she wanted to be. "I thought I was going to make you beg?" she chuckled, pressing her chest up against his and safely adjust the straps to her pistol holsters.

Jyabura grunted as his back hit the wall, but more from the bite - fuck, if she kept this up he was gonna have to start buttoning his shirt - and pressed his arms to the wall to steady himself before catching up and wrapping them around Fujiko's waist. "How many guns do you have? You're like a walking arsenal." He chuckled, running his hands up her back to unhook her bra. It occurred to him that if somebody really wanted to follow them, anyone could walk through the woods and see them...but that was kinda hot, actually, so he wasn't gonna complain about it.

Grinning like a tiger Fujiko licked down the front of his chest slightly. "3 today," she answered, looking up coyly as she started removing his pants, "I left the machine guns in the safe." And the water pistol but it seemed silly to mention. She still had to remove the wound up boxing glove. The reminder sending her fingers from teasing his legs to adjusting her own. A tiny catch and it went into the pile with her clothes. "Jyabura," she purred throatily stretching up to bite along his ears.

Swallowing hard, Jyabura swore under his breath as he tugged on Fujiko's bra, sliding it off her shoulders. "Sayin' my name like that, you're gonna kill me," he said roughly, and tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her close to kiss her. He hooked his thumb into the hem of her underwear, skimming his fingers over the back of her thigh as he tugged them down.

"Mmmnn," Fujiko moaned against Jyabura's neck. "So long as you still fuck me first," she insisted, tugging down his boxers as she slipped out of her own panties. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in for more kisses and running her thumbs over the back of his ears and down his neck. Slinking a leg up the length of one of his she teasing brushed her thigh against his.

"Hell yeah," Jyabura said. He took advantage of her unstable position to turn her around again, pressing her against the rock behind them and kissing her neck, sliding one hand up the inside of her thigh and cupping her breast with the other. "Thought you were gonna make me beg," he growled, almost under his breath.

"Nnn," Fujiko groaned, spine hitting rock. She swallowed hard, bit harder into his neck again and growled back at him, "Who says I won't?" Trying to toy with him was hard when she wanted him possibly more than vice versa and it was difficult to find control like that. She bit into his ear raking her nails down his arms and tosssed her hair out of the way. "Nnnn Jyabura!" she pleaded. So much for making him beg. "Ah fuck," she gasped at his touch in just the right spots, feeling like her spine was going to melt down against the rocks. "I can still make you beg," she decided firmly, taking an ear in one hand and petting it just right before gently trailing it up the inside of his own thighs. "Or at least whine." Maybe.

"Ah, uh...shit...maybe. Maybe. Gotta try harder than that." But it was already pretty hard not to. Fujiko was a fast learner; it hadn't taken her long to figure out exactly what made him lose control, and she got a little better at it every time they did this. Jyabura liked to think he was getting pretty good at turning her on too, if the way she reacted was any indication. He bent down to bite into the curve of her shoulder, growling low in his throat, and brought his hand up between her legs, pressing his fingers against her to see if he could get a good response out of it.

"Ahhh," Fujiko gasped out. Fuck if he kept this up she was going to lose control long before he did. Which was often how it happened. And he was much too good at figuring her out. She already felt like she was on fire and Jyabura seemed to know exactly how to fan the flames. "Hmn..." she grunted, backing up against the rock wall a little, "I'll find a way. I usually do." Grabbing the silvery moonlit tie in one hand Fujiko pulled Jyabura back with her ever so lightly running a thumb over the tip of his cock. Teasingly nipping at an ear she whispered, "Think you could beg for me yet puppy?"

Without much conscious thought, Jyabura breathed out sharply and jerked his hips forward into her touch. "Hmm...I don't think so," he said, after a pause to collect the thought. (His brain had a tendency to go on vacation during these situations, and could only be contacted through long distance lines.) He grinned, pressing his fingers back against the spot that made her gasp. "I'm a bad dog."

Fujiko gasped sharply again and whimpered lightly into his ear. "Maybe..." she swallowed, "Maybe I should... teach you a lesson." She hissed biting into the side of his ear and desperately wanting more. Slipping her fingers further along his length she teasingly brushed it ever so lightly, sliding gently over it and then back up, making a small ring with her thumb. Down again with just the right amount of touch.

"Teach me a...ha, a lesson?" Jyabura kept himself still with an effort and moved his fingers to slide inside of her, pressing his palm against her. "You could start by, uh, doing that a little...more..." But he suspected there wasn't a chance of that until she got what she wanted out of him.

"Nnn!" Fujiko whimpered at his touch. "Ah..." she gasped, trying to take in air and desperately regain any measure of control. Her body seemed to not care about mind games or teasing it just wanted exactly what Jyabura was giving her and it wasn't about take take no as answer from her. "Hmm...," she purred, another deep breath, "Like... Like this?" she continued sliding her fingers in the same motion, lightly coasting a thumb over the tip but never picking up any speed, still teasing. If he wanted more, he'd have to beg for it.

"Yeah, like...uh, could you...harder..." Damn it, that didn't count as begging, did it? Fuck, how did she make this so difficult? He was practically aching it for already, and feeling her on the inside was just making it worse, as were all the little noises she kept making. "Fuji," he said, insistent, against the edge of her jaw.

Fujiko grinned evilly, adding more pressure and heat to her strokes. She rested her forehead on his shoulder for a second, concentrating on both of their hands and the motions involved. "Jyabura..." she murmured softly against his neck quiet enough only his wolf ears would be able to pick it up. Her teeth sunk into the hard muscles on the side of his neck as licked up and down. "This..." she coughed flushing with light embarrassment, "This might work better if it was wetter..." And she didn't mean with ocean or pool or shower water.

Jyabura's breath hitched, and he swallowed a groan, bracing one arm against the rock behind them. "Mm, yeah, probably would..." He bit at her ear in vengeance, and smiled a little bit evilly against her skin. "You gonna let me fuck you now, or you still looking for me to ask nicely?"

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