Silence Is A Virtue

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Silence Is A Virtue: Part 2 of 2

It was her innocence that made him want her.

It was the way she would yell at him that made him want to tame her.

And it was the way her caramel colored orbs looked at him that made him want to tell her.

Yet he couldn't say anything, so he gulped as he approached her. When he saw the small flush painting her rosy cheeks he immediately narrowed his obsidian orbs, suspicion kindling within his depths. Her pretty wide, large orbs looked at him shyly, her flushed lips parting in a quiet gasp of surprise. A small growl rustled past his lips.

There it was again; that same cute blush residing in her cheeks.

"Ne, Mugen-chan... I..." Fuu trailed off, her eyes lowering, her fingers lacing together with uncertainty, before hiding themselves from Mugen's view behind her back. Suddenly a spark kindled in her cocoa colored orbs and Fuu took a tentative step closer to Mugen, her eyes trained on his mouth.

"Ne, Mugen-chan, can I..." Fuu broke off again, the spark dying down as her eyes flickered away from the ruggish looking samurai, "Gomen ne."

Mugen shot Fuu a curious, yet oddly enough pensive look. Fuu shook her head and changed the subject, "ne, Mugen-chan, have you seen Jin-kun?"

Something seemed to jolt within Mugen because a furious looking blush painted his sun-kissed cheeks and he hissed out a furious "no," between clenched teeth.

Fuu shot him a curious glance, but as Mugen met her eyes, Fuu blushed furiously.

There was a slightly awkward silence afterwards. Mugen felt as though he were about to suffocate. And before the silence became too unbearable, Fuu spoke again.

"Ne, Mugen-chan?"

Mugen was still looking at Fuu when he saw it; the faint blush painting her cheeks.

"I want to..." Fuu trailed off once again and was positive that Mugen was becoming impatient with her.

And so Fuu decided to go through with what she wanted to do in the first place; kiss Mugen. Though there was an uncertain expression in her eyes, Fuu took another tiny step closer to Mugen. There was an apprehension in Fuu's eyes, Mugen noted to himself. Just as her lips were about to touch his own, Fuu spoke once more.

"Ne, Mugen?" Fuu whispered, suddenly realizing how quiet it was.

"Yeah?" Mugen answered, frustrated.

"I want to..." Fuu broke off for the millionth time today and finally fed up, Mugen screamed, "Oh fuck, just kiss me already!"

And Fuu did. She pressed her lips against Mugen's tentatively, before pulling back.

"Ne, Mug--"

And before Fuu could finish her sentence, Mugen's lips were upon her own once more, but just enough for him to feel her soft flesh yielding against his own. Suddenly, Mugen seemed frantic to Fuu, his kisses become more abrasive and Fuu doesn't expect anything soft from the cold, yet somewhat equally soft-hearted samurai she's come to love. In fact, she accepts it because her small, nimble fingers slide to the back of Mugen's neck before sliding through his thick ebony locks. Mugen groans, his fingers clasping themselves around Fuu's slim waist, pulling her body flush against his own. Mugen let all his thoughts drift away as he kissed Fuu; Jin teasing him, Jin questioning him, and Jin pushing him to the limit. Right now, Mugen let himself get lost in the moment.

A short distance away, Jin watched his two companions kiss and cuddle with one another realizing they made an oddly attractive couple, Mugen's bronzed colored skin contrasting nicely with Fuu's pale colored skin. As Jin walked away from the couple, he smirked to himself, realizing, silence is indeed a virtue.


The End.


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