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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
6,145
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Don't own SAMURAI CHAMPLOO OR ITS CHARACTERS; don't make money from WRITING FANFIC ABOUT IT.
Such a Hot Babe
Author's Note: Why doesn't Fuu wash her face? Written for citrus_taste's "The sound of your breath on my cheek" prompt. For Furousha (xgrenade). And speaking of Furousha, come visit us at http://community.livejournal.com/samchamjam for all your SC smut-writing contest needs on LJ!
Such a Hot Babe
Jin brushes by me on the path and wrinkles his nose. I know I don't smell good. Come on, none of us do. We haven't passed a river or even a stream in days, and the last village actually charged money to use their pond! Money that we, of course, don't have.
But I wouldn't have washed anyway. Or at least not my face. I know it's stupid, and I blush so hot when I think about it that you ask me if I'm coming down with some sickness, Mugen. No way am I going to confess, "I'm totally in love with you, Mugen!" I can't imagine what I'd say, even if I wanted to. "Wild man and thief! Illiterate pervert! Make me yours, now and forever!" It's laughable.
Still, last night in your sleep you rolled toward me, threw your arm across my chest, and let it lie there. I was awake already and didn't move. The weight and warmth made my nipples tingle through my kimono. Oh, Mugen. You murmured "Such a hot babe" against my cheek, and I gasped. You were probably dreaming of some girl from your past, or maybe just some prostitute from some forgotten village. But I don't care. You said it to me, even if you didn't mean it.
I may not ever wash my cheek again.
Jin brushes by me on the path and wrinkles his nose. I know I don't smell good. Come on, none of us do. We haven't passed a river or even a stream in days, and the last village actually charged money to use their pond! Money that we, of course, don't have.
But I wouldn't have washed anyway. Or at least not my face. I know it's stupid, and I blush so hot when I think about it that you ask me if I'm coming down with some sickness, Mugen. No way am I going to confess, "I'm totally in love with you, Mugen!" I can't imagine what I'd say, even if I wanted to. "Wild man and thief! Illiterate pervert! Make me yours, now and forever!" It's laughable.
Still, last night in your sleep you rolled toward me, threw your arm across my chest, and let it lie there. I was awake already and didn't move. The weight and warmth made my nipples tingle through my kimono. Oh, Mugen. You murmured "Such a hot babe" against my cheek, and I gasped. You were probably dreaming of some girl from your past, or maybe just some prostitute from some forgotten village. But I don't care. You said it to me, even if you didn't mean it.
I may not ever wash my cheek again.