Samurai Champloo Fan Fiction ❯ Samurai Tango ❯ Subdued ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

Subdued

Her back, her body was sunken into his, she could feel his warmth pressing and blossoming into her, although neither of them really knew if they were giving off the heat of their body or receiving it from the other. Fuu's heart fluttered desperately, clinging to some small hope this was not happening. Mugen's hands came to a slow but sudden still, one rough palm resting on her hip with care, tucked between the stretch of supple kimono-covered skin between her inner hip and slender abs which had no definition of muscle tone what so ever, and he didn't care or think of that at all. His other hand lay stretched against her upper sternum, finger tips pressing in gently.

No: used to give a negative response. That word was lost along with her mind. She felt his lips against her neck, his breath hot, his tongue sending quaking shivers through her entire body inside and out. Mugen carefully walked his lips up her neck, traveling to her ear. Enticement. He knew what he was doing, even if it was Fuu, she was a girl after all, and yeah, he cared about her, yet to be shallow she annoyed the hell out of him and really wasn't what he considered a “babe.” He watched her of course, not in a creepy, `peeking through the bushes to watch you pee' sort of way. It wasn't like that. He watched her facial expressions, her behaviors and still, his conscious lied and told him it was only to understand the prissy bitch.

Too girly, perhaps, and maybe that was why he felt the need to touch her so, to taste her. And as he kissed her, all these thoughts were arguing in his head. He almost had stopped himself, actually considered what he was about to do before the kiss came, considering the repercussions, something he had never done in his entire life. And he had kissed her neck, using his chin to ease aside the collar of her pink kimono. Her skin was soft, salty, and warm. His need then started to peak and both of them, standing pressed to one another realized that this wasn't a game of tease and torture, he was really kissing her and she was really shutting her mouth and letting it happen.

Fuu blushed madly at that knowledge, her breath catching in her throat to the point that she almost couldn't breathe. The coughing gags he heard her making made him stop then, and regret tried to settle. “You can say no anytime, ya'know,” Fingers curling delicately Fuu exhaled deeply and maintained her breaths after, or attempted to. She heard him huff a laugh out his nose softly and wanted to turn her head to peer up at him, except she was too afraid to look at him, that maybe both would realize the rawness of the situation and stop there. She didn't want him to stop, not yet and could not for the life of her understand why she was being this way, why she was arguing with her own conscience.

He stayed his hands and finally went back into motion as his chin dipped down kissing the soft line of her jaw, the stubble on his chin rough and grating against her smooth skin and a large part of her took notice and focused on that, enjoying it. “ . . . M,Mugen?”

“Yeah,” he exhaled whisperatively, lips pulling away. She said nothing, afraid to break the moment. He wasn't about to, Jin might return in the next ten to thirty minutes and he wasn't going to waste one minute or second. Lips touching to her chin, his hand moved between her breasts swiftly and up, just the mere brush of his warm palm between such personal places on her body made her shiver, the tips of her breasts stiffened in response and she knew he noticed as another huff of soft laughter was breathed out his nose. His fingers bent up and turned her face to his. Fuu's eyes were found focusing on something in the distance and nothing, distraction so not to look at him, he thought. “Hey, you can say no and I'll stop . . . you don't want me to, do you?”

The remark was mocking of course, yet done gently enough that it didn't annoy her. She bit her lip tipping her chin down avoiding his gaze completely. Another huff of that short laughter he had, not the `tch' type, but the `heh' kind where he was mildly amused and comfortable with his surroundings enough to let down the complex wall of defense one would call his ego. In a seemingly awkward way, it calmed Fuu as well. She was nervous, but not as much as she had been, as if each laugh he gave and chance to say no relaxed her. The burdening thought that it was in fact Mugen, yes, that crude good for nothing, stinking scoundrel, it was him: Mugen who had relaxed her and in a way Fuu never had pondered on, that was until now. Her body language came foreign to her but she was eager to learn.

Mugen's smokey gray gaze bored into her, waiting and watching for her doe eyes to wander up to meet his own eyes. He waited, his body withering inside, bubbling heat rising and in the moments that passed when she didn't meet his gaze, the boil began to cool. “Hey!” Both of them jumped at the sudden interruption of his own loud voice, startling them both which made Fuu snicker and finally look up at him. To Mugen she appeared out of the phase he had her in, and it wasn't to his liking. The usual annoyance he always felt from her had returned and he begrudged himself for letting that happen, except that, it was his fault. His lands grew loose against her and he looked away just as Fuu's eyes got still again and glazed over in that profound look of innocense.

“Ye-yes, I`m, I mean yes,” she answered soft and nervous. Large brown eyes focused on him with such intensity he found it hard to even look at her now. He did it anyway, and felt profoundly strange, as if connecting to her out of his body, not able to make sense of it.

“Nothin,” he said and smirked as another seemingly brilliant idea struck him. Smoothing his hand down the front of her torso, thin fingers slipped under the edge of the fold of her kimono. That is when he heard it and felt it too; her heart beat pounding furiously. He'd given her chances to say no, and she knew what sort of guy he was. He had to see her, feel her, with clothing on it was a tease and she'd regret it later if he didn't do this, Mugen thought, trying to justify his reasons for his actions. Her heart beat, her breathing, her nervousness, they were all very active when he slipped aside one half of her kimono. Soft pale flesh blushing met his eyes like that of an angelic piece of fine art only few eyes ever got to see in person.

The upper portion of her kimono still edged the curve of her breast as he slowly, watching carefully, pulled it aside to take in the site of her well-formed globe of soft flesh that made up her breast. Fuu's breath sucked in fast and was being withheld tight in her lungs. She almost could feel his eyes prying on her, absorbing the image of her pink-nippled breast. His hand swam over it, causing her to exhale unexpectedly and he smirked all the more while teasing the tip of her breast between his fingers as he massaged her gently. One of her eyes watched his hand, the other shut as his grasp tightened and loosened, heating up the region between her legs more than necessary. Just as before, his hand slipped to places she didn't want explored, yet that distant part of her mind wanted him to and he listened to it somehow.

Mugen trailed his fingers slowly down her stomach, flawlessly soft against her, causing more tingles to ripple throughout her being and then through him as she watched stray hairs rise up on his arms. For the first she realized how hard he was breathing, how fast his heart was going. It surprised her he actually was on the same ground level she was, when Fuu knew or thought she knew, that Mugen was far beyond her mental boundaries and things such as love and foreplay came so naturally that it couldn't possibly stir his nervous system in the least. It did after all, who would have known? Fuu did now and the part of her conscience that knew reality and wrong from right became distorted and forgotten in the sea of feelings he was invoking. There was a large part of her that said to do something, anything, but only on the terms that it couldn't be something she chose to do every day. Breathing unsteady her chin turned inward toward his own, eyes clashing with his own and Mugen's hand stopped as he briefly peered down at her and her lips caught his. At first he was surprised then it made sense. Fuu of all the girls in the whole freaking world, she would pause the moment, stall on the good part that was about to come to kiss him. And as he thought this and felt annoyance, it all melted in an instant with his eyes closing and lips forming to hers.

New to this? Absolutely, he thought pushing his mouth more into hers, gesturing to her that there was more to this than touching, of which she didn't get at first and he urged it more. His tongue slipped from his mouth, peeping through her soft lips and she woke up to the idea he was trying to get through to her. Fuu let her lips part, understanding what he was trying to get to, his tongue was hot and held strange tastes, but not bad one's. Wet and intoxicating she let him explore her mouth and deaden reality further as they locked into a kiss for several moments. Fuu finally found her focus when she felt his hand sink lower, pushing past her obi and down into place only she knew about, though not for long. He continued kissing her, trying to distract her from his hand at first, and the lower it went the softer her skin became, delicate skin that never had seen the sun or felt his rough palms before, no ones rough or soft, or whatever hands before, he thought as Fuu tensed.

Their lips pouting and moistened pulled apart reluctantly as she tensed and exhaled deeply. The destination his fingers were meant to go to arrived, she was warm and it was soft as rose petals, nearly like the new bud of a forming rose, velvety. Using two fingers only, they slipped between the creases of her folds; between in outer most and inner folds of her lips in the secret most place of her body. Fuu had gasped softly, falling more so into him now as his fingers pressed into her soft warmness, warm liquids engulfed his fingers the further he slid them into her folds and then began to pull back and she squeaked tensing her thighs tight.

“M,Mugen,” she cooed soft and desperate, and not in the way he expected her to call his name. What he expected was for her to scream and throw a fist, but his name met his ears silkily, an urgent message of her desires that what he was doing was right and she didn't want him to stop, yet somehow explain why and how what he was doing made her feel this indescribable way. Tenderly smoothing his other arm around her small frame under her beasts, hugging her to him, his fingers sunk down again and agonizingly-wonderful, pulled up, squeezing the velvety bud that was her clitoris between his fingers over and over, again and again he did this, receiving soft moans from her each time as a reward.

His motions grew faster and each time she tensed her thighs harder together, panting more heavily and moaning softer, heart pounding furiously. What was her mind was gone, replaced by greedy wanton desire that didn't know what it wanted or was going to get and did not care, as long as he continued to do what he was doing it was sated. The silky wetness between her legs grew hotter the quicker he rubbed, her thighs squeezing his fingers grudgingly until finally Fuu was begging him to not stop and then to stop, that it as too much and she was, was, he didn't find out. Panting furiously she ripped from him and plummeted to the ground, her pink kimono tousling about her and she turned her head to look up at him, her hair glowing chestnut in the light of the fire, her nude body hidden from his sight. Fuu's large glistening eyes cast on him, glazed over in tears, she laid her head down with a sudden plop in the grass, panting still. Embarrassed she found only by closing her eyes and turning her face opposite from him some relief from what just happened.

Surprised by her reaction he smirked awfully and felt proud for what he caused her to do. He didn't expect her to stay as quiet as he thought she would be experiencing her first orgasm, but the matter of control on her voice so Jin or someone else didn't hear had to be alert in some part of her mind, therefore letting him know she had wanted it. He had wanted her to do that and now he felt that same need swelling heavily between his legs, aching and itching for the same enticement he'd given her.