Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction ❯ Because You Need Me ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: LilyMoonsAlias 
Apologies for shortness this time around
Anime/Manga: Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Samurai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.01.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 524 | Visits: 450 | Status: Work In Progress
Apologies for shortness this time around
Anime/Manga: Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance / Samurai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.01.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 524 | Visits: 450 | Status: Work In Progress
Because he was closest to the door and window the first piercing rays of morning sun cruelly woke Jin first. He rolled over in protest to the onslaught and discovered that movement wasn't a good idea either. His throbbing head and queasy stomach were both in full rebellion. On top of that his scalp hurt. Jin had some vague memories of Mugen dragging him around by his ponytail. He sat up cautiously holding his head so it wouldn't shatter and tried to locate his tormentor.
Jin's eyes widened at the sight of two tanned arms locked in an embrace around a naked alabaster back. The covering over the two was almost at waist level, barely offering any modesty. He blinked several times but the vision didn't change. The mahogany head of hair identified the woman as Fuu. Jin stealthily rose to his feet to creep to the bathing room. Whether he felt like he was dying or not he had to get out of that room.
Mugen awoke when Jin slid open the door. Fuu was soft and warm against his chest and he only moved enough to cover them more completely. Fuu murmured something inaudible against his skin and drew his attention to her face. Her lips were reddened and swollen from his rough kisses. The corners of her mouth were turned up slightly and for the first time in weeks Fuu looked utterly relaxed and peaceful. Mugen wondered if she would regret having slept with him the night before. He really hoped not. Even though it was going to make things more complicated he himself would remember the night forever.
'Making love' Fuu had called it, and Mugen had to admit that was more fitting a name than screwing or nookie or getting a piece of ass. So now what was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could promise her anything. Fuu would be better off with another man, but even as the thought crossed his mind it produced a cold rage within him. Mugen tightened his embrace unintentionally.
Fuu stirred in his hold and raised her head to peer sleepily at her lover. Her cheeks tinted pink, but she smiled shyly at him. Mugen ran his hands possessively down her back. However, he gave no answering smile.
"You need to get up and get dressed before Jin comes back. We're leaving here today."
"Do we have to?" Fuu asked. She reached for his head to draw him to her.
"Yeah, we do." His expression brooked no argument.
Fuu looked a little hurt by the flat tone of voice. Hadn't she touched his heart at all? If anything, Mugen seemed to be withdrawing from her. She reluctantly pulled away from him and donned her clothing, wincing a little from the soreness between her legs.
Mugen dressed quickly and muttered something about food before he left Fuu alone in the room. She stared at the door surprised and disappointed.
Jin's eyes widened at the sight of two tanned arms locked in an embrace around a naked alabaster back. The covering over the two was almost at waist level, barely offering any modesty. He blinked several times but the vision didn't change. The mahogany head of hair identified the woman as Fuu. Jin stealthily rose to his feet to creep to the bathing room. Whether he felt like he was dying or not he had to get out of that room.
Mugen awoke when Jin slid open the door. Fuu was soft and warm against his chest and he only moved enough to cover them more completely. Fuu murmured something inaudible against his skin and drew his attention to her face. Her lips were reddened and swollen from his rough kisses. The corners of her mouth were turned up slightly and for the first time in weeks Fuu looked utterly relaxed and peaceful. Mugen wondered if she would regret having slept with him the night before. He really hoped not. Even though it was going to make things more complicated he himself would remember the night forever.
'Making love' Fuu had called it, and Mugen had to admit that was more fitting a name than screwing or nookie or getting a piece of ass. So now what was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could promise her anything. Fuu would be better off with another man, but even as the thought crossed his mind it produced a cold rage within him. Mugen tightened his embrace unintentionally.
Fuu stirred in his hold and raised her head to peer sleepily at her lover. Her cheeks tinted pink, but she smiled shyly at him. Mugen ran his hands possessively down her back. However, he gave no answering smile.
"You need to get up and get dressed before Jin comes back. We're leaving here today."
"Do we have to?" Fuu asked. She reached for his head to draw him to her.
"Yeah, we do." His expression brooked no argument.
Fuu looked a little hurt by the flat tone of voice. Hadn't she touched his heart at all? If anything, Mugen seemed to be withdrawing from her. She reluctantly pulled away from him and donned her clothing, wincing a little from the soreness between her legs.
Mugen dressed quickly and muttered something about food before he left Fuu alone in the room. She stared at the door surprised and disappointed.