Lupin III Fan Fiction ❯ Yuma Avara: A Love Story ❯ Chapter 4: Fujiko's Seduction ( Chapter 4 )

Yuma's Entrance: A Love Story

 

Yuma Avara (c) Tiffany Swartz. Story also (c) Tiffany Swartz. "Lupin

III" (c) Monkeypunch. Thank you.

 

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A LIME BORDERING ON LEMON!!! IT IS A SHOJO-AI LEMON!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

 

Yuma woke up in a warm, soft bed. 'Wha-' she stopped in mid-thought, 'That's right. Lupin let me stay.' "Hmmm," she murmured, and snuggled deeper into the sheets, a sweet little grin blooming from her mouth.

 

"Yuma," she heard a voice: Lupin. "Yuma, it's time to wake up, Fujiko's going to be here in about 1/2 hour."

 

"Oh!" she remembered, excited, "Okay! I'll be right there." Today, Fujiko was going to take her shopping. Yuma felt like a little girl again, going with her parents to the mall and picking out new clothes.

 

Suddenly, Yuma felt a deep sorrow. Her parents. She sat down and wondered, "I wonder what they're doing right now?"

 

"Who?" asked Lupin from the doorway.

 

Yuma sighed, "There's no hiding anything from you, is there?"

 

"Well, you don't have to tell me if you don't want, but if you have something like this on your mind, then maybe you should talk about it," he smiled, "Might make you feel better."

 

"My parents left the city when I was 13 years old," she began, "Personally, I hated the move. It meant moving away from all my friends in the city. So, when I was 14 and finally sick of the whole thing, I ran away. The bike I stole from the neighbor's drive-way. Their kid was always an ass-hole, anyway, so I felt that he deserved it. I learned how to drive it on the way. When I moved back into the city, I met up with my friends. As it turns out, my friends weren't really my friends to begin with. They teamed up and beat the hell out of me, taking all the money that I'd taken out of my father's credit cards. With nothing left but my bike, I travelled around town, stealing a little money here and there for meals, gas, and a special lock for my bike. A couple months later, I found that my treacherous friends were in juvy, and I relished the thought of what they were going through. Ever since, I've been watching my back and sleeping in shelters. Bit by bit, I earned up enough money to buy the clothing that I wear and other necessities. And that's about it. I've been on the road, ever since."

 

"Life on the streets is tough, huh?" said Lupin.

 

"Don't say that!" Yuma snapped, "I'm not some poor beggar who sits on the curb!"

 

"Ah, but *I* helped you," said Lupin.

 

"Don't push it!" she said, fuming.

 

"Hey, hey," he said in a calmer tone, "Don't be like that. I know what you're talking about. Don't worry."

 

Thinking that she was treading on thin ice, Yuma apologized, saying, "I'm sorry. I-"

 

But Lupin would not let her finish, "No."

 

"But I-"

 

"Please, don't degrade yourself with apologies," he said, "You have no reason to be sorry." He smiled and winked at her, "Besides, it's not very sexy when you do that."

 

Yuma was absolutely baffled by what he just said. Not since she had come here had he shown her any interest. Not even in the way he'd said that last comment. And yet, the words were there! 'But why?' she thought. She didn't have time to even *think* another as he took hold of her wrist and lead her to the kitchen.

 

"Come on," he said, "It's going to be a long day, and you're going to need breakfast." He opened a cupboard and pulled out a cup-o'-noodles, saying, "Sorry, but this is pretty much all we got for breakfast food."

 

"That's okay," said Yuma, smiling, "I don't mind."

 

As she made her ramen, she kept smiling. Finally, things were working out.

 

A few minutes later, just as she'd finished her breakfast, Yuma saw Fujiko walk in the door.

 

"Are you re-" Fujiko looked at Yuma. "Honey, we need to get you into a shower." Yuma blushed with embarasment. "Don't worry. You'll be getting new clothes by the end of the day, and you can shower at my place." At this Yuma smiled.

 

As they got in the car, Fujiko asked, "Do you mind if I roll down the window?" Yuma looked insulted. "It's not because of you. It's for my cigarrette."

 

"Oh, sure!" said Yuma nervously, "Of course!"

 

Fujiko laughed, "You know, you shouldn't take everything so personally. Not *everything* is directed at you, you know." Yuma blushed beet-red. "Don't worry about it, honey. I'm not offended." She smiled at Yuma, "Don't worry, okay? Things are different here."

 

Soon, Fujiko and Yuma were at Fujiko's penthouse (it seemed that both she *and* Lupin had their own seperate houses). Fujiko's house seemed to be much more feminine than Lupin's. Yuma found herself standing in awe of her surroundings.

 

"Shower's down that hall-way on the left," said Fujiko, "Help yourself to any soap and shampoo that might be there. Towels are on the wrack."

 

"Um," said Yuma nervously, "Thank you. Uh, Fujiko?"

 

"Yes?"

 

"Should I take off my shoes?"

 

"Preferably, yes, but take off your socks, as well."

 

"Why my socks?"

 

"Because they're dirty, too. Don't worry, I have some sandals that you can borrow, and some old hand-me-downs. I think that they'll look good on you." She winked and smiled at Yuma, and Yuma felt a warmth in her belly. She'd forgotten to tell them that she was bi-sexual, and the look that Fujiko had given her made her melt. Deep inside, there was a struggle, because, even deep enough for her not to see, not to know, Yuma was secretly falling in love with the dashing thief, and this new influence from Fujiko suddenly had her confused, of what, she was not sure.

 

As Yuma was lost in thought, Fujiko watched her stare. 'She's got a crush on me,' thought Fujiko, 'How cute.' She smiled. She rather liked the girl. Her stubbornness, her sensitivity, her obvious confusion and frusteration, all of it was cute, and, one of these days, if she was old enough, and Fujiko liked her enough, she might even share her bed with her. Not that Fujiko was easy, but she also found herself attracted to Yuma,

just as Yuma was attracted to her. "Yuma?" she asked.

 

"What?" Yuma asked, more out of surprise than response to the calling of her name.

 

"Your arms aren't really all that flexible, are they?"

 

"Well, no, not really," said Yuma.

 

"Do you mind if I wash your back? There's no back-scrubber in the bathing-room."

 

Yuma's eyes widened to what seemed to be the size of golf balls, "Really?!"

It was not a word spoken with anticipation and delight, but shock and disbelief. "I mean I-" Fujiko gave her a smile that melted her all over again, and she felt that if she wasn't careful, she would spill on the floor.

 

"It's okay," said Fujiko in a calm, warm voice, "I just want to make sure that all of you gets clean. It's bad for your hygene not to wash your skin, including your back, and that is the area that is often neglected.

 

"Oh," said Yuma softly, a rosy-pink blush coming over her face, "Well ... no, I wouldn't mind."

 

"Alright," said Fujiko in a sweet, almost cheerful voice, "Then let's get to the shower."

 

As soon as they got there, Fujiko shut the door.

 

'No way out!' thought Yuma, 'What if I -' she shuddered. She didn't even want to think about what might happen if things spun out of control. Fujiko would probably slap her and never let her in the house again. 'But *why* was she giving me that look?' she thought to herself. Suddenly, an onslaught of emotion swept over her. Her new-found feelings for Lupin increased. Her interest in Fujiko came not only to lust, but affection.

And worst of all (or best; she wasn't quite sure), there was an image of both Lupin *and* Fujiko in bed with her. At the *same* time. She knew that Lupin would probably jump with glee at the idea, but Fujiko was a lady, and a three-some probably wouldn't go to well with her. It wasn't that Yuma was a virgin. She was far from it. She'd even been in three-somes before. But she knew that such "dirty" thoughts might insult Fujiko, and she would be repremanded. Yuma had very sensitive feelings about such matters, and would probably end up crying. But she couldn't help but bask in Fujiko's goddess-like beauty. Her delicate, yet succulent body. Her elegant grace as she slowly, seductively slid off her clothing, her perfect skin, her shiny, wavey long hair, her big brown eyes, her perfect mouth...

 

"Yuma?" asked Fujiko softly, breaking Yuma out of her thoughts, then laughing a little, "Yuma, unless you plan on washing your clothes, too, you might want to take them off." Yuma took a deep breath and started fumbling with her shirt. "There's really no need to be nervous," said Fujiko, "I just want to make sure you get clean." Yuma nodded and quickly (more quickly than to the liking of her conscience) took off her clothing. The feeling in her belly was getting hotter. She held her hands over the most sacred parts of her body and blushed an even deeper pink, her cheeks rosy with shyness and embarrassment. Fujiko smiled. She couldn't help but notice how cute Yuma was when she was shy.

 

As the two slipped into the shower, Yuma wondered what Fujiko might be playing at. Gently, Fujiko pulled her under the spray. While Yuma lathered up, Fujiko picked up the shampoo from it's holder and opened it, taking a dollup out of the bottle and placing on Yuma's now wet scalp, massaging it in smooth circular motions. As she wove her fingers through Yuma's long, beautiful brown hair, Yuma tensed her body. "Relax," whispered Fujiko, "I don't bite." Yuma's breathing grew heavier at Fujiko's soft, seductive touch, and the feeling of heat had gradually spread to Yuma's breasts as Fujiko smoothed Yuma's hair out with the conditioner, stroking her fingers down the back of Yuma's neck. "You know," said Fujiko in a sort of matter-of-factly manner, "This shampoo and the conditioner it comes with is *very* expensive. It came all the way from Paris, France, where the best models and beautitions come from. This kind of quality is the best that money can buy. As soon as your hair dries, it will be shiny and soft, revealing your hair's natural qualities such as volume and thickness. It also repairs damage, like split ends. Perhaps I should buy you a couple bottles?"

 

"I wouldn't mind," said Yuma, slightly meek as she tried to suppress her urges.

 

"Well, we'll see what we can do, then. Lupin originates from France, and so he probably could get some for us," she smiled, and thought inwardly, 'I just *know* that *he's* going to *love* you! You're just his type: beautiful and especially cute.'

 

Fujiko picked up a bottle of scented shower gel and rubbed some of the cool liquid on Yuma's back. Yuma gasped and involuntarilly flinched with surprise. "Sorry," said Fujiko with a voice just barely laced with lust, "It's a bit cold. But it's really good for your skin. Makes it nice and smooth." Yuma felt her chest tingle with pleasure, and her face blush the deepest pink it possibly could. Fujiko was making this *very* difficult.

Fujiko slid the palms of her hands and the tips of her bent fingers up and down her back, moving in light circles.

 

Suddenly, Fujiko pressed her breasts and body into Yuma's back. She stroked her soon-to-be lover's sides with the tips of her fingers, and pulling Yuma's wet hair aside, pressed her lips to Yuma's neck.

 

"What happened to just a back scrub?!" Yuma squeaked.

 

"I've changed my mind," murmured Fujiko in a soft, sweet, seductive voice, "and, by the looks of it, you have, too."

 

"But Lu-" she protested.

 

But Fujiko cut her off, "Lupin won't mind. We've shared lovers before." Fujiko turned Yuma's face slightly and ran her fingernail lightly down Yuma's cheek, "Personally, I think he's really going to like you. He just doesn't know it yet."

 

"But -"

 

"And if he *doesn't*," grinned Fujiko, "I would be *more* than happy to take you home with me." She looked into Yuma's nervous, shaking eyes, and soothed, "Don't worry! There's nothing to get upset about! He won't mind, I can assure you that."

 

"I ... I ..."

 

"Shhh," said Fujiko quietly and stroked her body. As Fujiko's fingers slid down to Yuma's most sacred part, Yuma felt the fire turn into an inferno. Her breath came in gasps as Fujiko tenderly stroked her, and the fire became hotter and hotter as she did. Yuma was no longer only burning. Her body had become molten lava in the heat, shaking. Hotter ... hotter ... hotter .... Yuma gave a soft cry as her body released, trembled, and collapsed, as she felt Fujiko's protective arm loop around her waist to keep her from falling. Fujiko waited as Yuma's hard breathing slowed and returned to a more comfortable pace as the oxygen returned to Yuma's body. She slowly spun Yuma around, placed one hand on her buttox, and looping one up around her upper back, placing her hand on Yuma's neck and the base of her head. She looked at her kindly with her lovely, big brown eyes and kissed her. As she stroked her face, she said, "You *are* beautiful, and I'm surprised that nobody's noticed it yet."

 

Yuma layed her head on Fujiko's breast and said, "No, I'm not."

 

"You're such a lovely little thing," said Fujiko, tilting her chin and kissing her forehead, "You just need to show more of your sensitive side."

 

"You wouldn't want that," murmured Yuma.

 

"Why?" asked Fujiko, a look of worry crossing her face, "You don't know that."

 

"The last boyfriend I had told me it was too much to handle and left me."

 

"Oh, honey," sighed Fujiko as he smiled, "That just proves that your more of a woman than he can handle. That's what separates the men from the boys, and from what it sounds like, he was still just a tot. Of course he couldn't handle you. He was only playing around."

 

"He told me he loved me," said Yuma quietly, "and said that that was why he was leaving."

 

"Boys like that don't know what love is," said Fujiko sternly.

 

Yuma suddenly broke down in tears, "Now I've got *two* problems!"

 

"What are *they*?" asked Fujiko softly.

 

"The first one is that I love you."

 

"What's so wrong about that?" asked Fujiko, shocked, "It's a little quick, but I don't mind."

 

"That's not what makes it a problem," said Yuma as she tried to stop crying just long enough to speak, "The second problem is that I love Lupin, as well. I'm bi-sexual, and I like you both, which makes me feel like a whore!"

 

Fujiko laughed softly, "Honey, you're too innocent to be a whore, believe it or not, and, like I've said, Lupin and I have shared lovers before. I don't mind, and I *know* that *he* certainly doesn't. Once he notices you, he's going to have his hands all over you, which is probably going to be a problem, because he can get *very* obnoxious, not to mention, he has very fast hands and tends to stick them in random places, sometimes even in public."

 

Yuma laughed, "Really?"

 

Fujiko looked at Yuma with such a serious look that made Yuma burst out into a fit of even louder laughter, and she said, "I've had him grab my ass in public more than once!"

 

Yuma stopped her giggling, "Do you *really* like me?" She looked up at Fujiko with big blue eyes.

 

"Of course I like you!" Fujiko tightened their embrace, "And later on, it's likely that I'm going to fall in love with you. But you can't expect too much of *anything* right now, okay, honey? I only met you last night, and these things take time. Don't worry, I'm not going to drop you, but you need to be patient. And as for Lupin, I don't know. Knowing him, he's likely to fall for you on the spot."

 

"Are ..."

 

"Yes?"

 

"Are you in love with Lupin?"

 

Fujiko sighed, "Yes, but it's very complicated. Lupin and I have an on-off relationship. On occasion, we share each other's bed, but usually, I'm not all that interested. Don't get me wrong, I love him, but he can be very fickle at times. Not that he's ever truly left me or forgotten about me. Even when he's with other women, I'm at least half-way on his mind-"

 

Yuma gave Fujiko a sharp look, and he eyes started welling up with angry tears, "I don't want to be your go-between!"

 

"Yuma, it doesn't work like that," said Fujiko soothingly, "You're *not* a go-between. You're actually very important to the both of us. I'm not using you to get back together with Lupin. I can do that on my own. I like you. And believe it or not, Lupin's given you a couple glances when he thought you weren't looking. He may not admit it right now, but it's there. Don't worry about it. Nobody's going to hurt you. Nobody's going to

use you. I know how it feels, and I don't do it for fun. I lead millionaires on to earn money, yes, but I'm usually not even remotely attracted to them, but, even if I am, most of them are chauvenists and assholes with only one thing on their minds. I'm not going to do that to you, and neither is Lupin. And as for the rest of the gang, trust me, they're not going to care very much if Lupin and I have another lover. It's okay, alright?"

 

Yuma dried her eyes and snuggled against Fujiko, who smiled and rested his chin on her head. "See? Now isn't that better?" Yuma nodded and closed her eyes. "Good, now, let's finish cleaning you up, and get out of here. Shopping for a cutie like you is going to be a lot of fun!" Yuma sighed with content.