Can't Stop Falling

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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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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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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"I'm tired of waiting," she admitted almost breathlessly. Fujiko's hands ran up his chest, arms bracing around his shoulders for support. She swallowed nervously, biting up his neckling to nip at an earlobe affectionately. "Just don't think this means you won," she whispered in a low dangerous voice. He probably had won but she was strangely okay with that.