An Offer He Can't Refuse...

They sat together in silence for a while before Mugen gathered her into his arms. His throat strained to tell her how he felt; he wanted so much to let her know he loved her back. But that was impossible, at least for now. The wind picked up, swirling her soft hair in front of his face and enveloping him in her scent, soap and ash and cheap flower perfume. Somehow, it wasn’t bad. It was Fuu. Suddenly he was awash in rage. How could that bastard have done this to her? How could any man have dared to touch his Fuu and hurt her?! He clutched her more tightly to him. Suddenly the rage was replaced by a sick feeling. It was all because of him. That crazy one eye’d bastard had done this because he knew he was attached to Fuu.



“Mugen…”



He started at the unexpected noise. When she didn’t continue he grunted, not trusting his voice.



“Take his touch away.”



Mugen wasn’t sure what she meant by that; if it was what he thought, he wasn’t sure he could give her the gentleness she needed. But if it was what she needed he would have to try.



Her hand reached up to cup his cheek and guide his mouth to hers. He made an effort to be tender, but he couldn’t hold back for very long. He wound his fingers into her hair and pulled her up to him, thrusting into her mouth the way he longed to thrust into her body. Fuu’s little hand slid down to touch his chest tentatively, and then clutched his shirt as he moved to kiss her ear and neck. His hot breath against her ear made her shake and sent hot little rivers of excitement down her back. Her mind was still clear, but it was becoming easier to push aside the fears swirling and biting at the back of her mind. Right now was only her and only Mugen. Together, the way it was meant to be.



Slowly, so he wouldn’t scare her and lose this chance at a life not spent on the edge of a sword, he shifted until he could pick her up and carry her to the futon. Once he’d deposited her onto the yielding softness of the mattress he pulled back to stroke the side of her face, then fanned her light hair across the sheets. It was a foreign concept to him; real intimacy and gentleness preceding-well really having anything to do with- sex. He was used to flirting with women or whores then either getting slapped or dishing out some money and a little sweat and moving on. But this… It felt almost too good. The revelation was not lost on him.



I’m going to become a soft in the head as four-eyes if I’m not careful.



He smiled, as much as for the small joke as the simple pleasure of seeing her smile back, then reached behind to rub his neck, embarrassed yet elated at the exchange.



Her eyes twinkled in the dark, and she laughed silently.



“Oh yeah?”



He leant back down to her, capturing her lips with his and kissing her again with a little less reserve than the first time.



Oh God, if you’re there, please don’t let me destroy her.



He waited until she started to writhe up to him with her body before cupping her breast through the kimono. Her breasts were as small as he’d thought, but they were firm and he could feel the nipples through the thick cloth. The silken cord holding together her obi gave way almost silently; the obi itself proved a bit more arduous. After several moments of tugging punctuated by frustrated grunts, the obi was flung aside and Mugen reached in a hand to just barely skim the skin of her breast. Her skin was hot from being under the heavy fabric. He flicked his thumb over her nipple then bent to take her into his mouth. A hot, muggy breeze ran over the strip of skin left bare by the parted kimono, and she realized dimly that the door leading outside was open. Fuu’s eyes focused on the swirling patterns drawn by fireflies against the close darkness of the stormy summer night.



Mugen’s face surfaced and he watched her eyes as a hand slid in between her legs. Once there it froze until she relaxed below him and her thighs rolled apart. The barest tip of his first finger slipped between the lips of her pussy, feeling the wetness and the already hard nub of her clit. He rolled his finger over it and she fidgeted and sighed, loose hair scrubbing the pillow beneath her head. Slowly at first, then with a building insistence her hips bucked up to him. Planting kisses along her jaw line he gazed almost hungrily at her face as he slid his finger inside, switching out with his thumb to continue moving circles over her swollen clit. She shuddered then tilted her head back wantonly against the pillow, a small smile on her lips. Her nipple back inside his mouth he increased the pace and pulled back until only the very barest tip of his thumb was touching her. Suddenly her eyes flew open, her stomach clenched and a low, animal moan escaped her throat. Her pussy fluttered against his finger.



At this point he was hard enough to successfully beat someone to death with his cock. But that would wait. He gave the skin between her breasts a chaste kiss then pulled closed her robe and snuggled against her.



She lay still for a time but then the hunger returned to her, and she knew that nothing would assuage her but watching Mugen’s release. She tugged down his cutoff shorts and wrapped a hand around the satisfyingly hard length of his dick. His hips bucked toward her and she rolled back onto her back pulling him back over her.



“This is what you want?”



His voice was breathy with strain. In lieu of an answer, she slid the head of his dick between her slick folds, greatly pleased by the wet sucking sounds it produced. He grunted into his throat, gathered up a leg to throw over his shoulder and thrust into her. Two hard jabs in he remembered that he was trying to be gentle, but when he slowed she mewled desperately at him and arched up with the cutest look of desperation. He gave her what she wanted. She made a high keening noise every time he slammed his hips into hers. If any other woman had been making those noises he would have snarled at her to shut her damned mouth, but with Fuu the sounds set the pit of his stomach aflame and made everything so much more pleasurable.



“Say my name.”



She rolled her head on the pillow, eyes half lidded with pleasure.



“Oh… Mugen…”



His eyes fluttered and his rhythm faltered. Fuu grinned wickedly through the haze that clouded her mind.



“Oh… Oh Mugen!”



He groaned aloud then really slammed into her in earnest. She managed to open her eyes in time to see him shudder and watch his face slacken with release. His head rolled back onto one shoulder and he slid in and out a few more times before collapsing beside her, his legs still mostly between her own. When his breath returned to normal, he clutched her to him and pressed his face into the fluffy tangled mess of hair at the top of her head.



“I love you.”



He rubbed his lips across her head in answer.



Me too, babe.



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a/n. i am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry about the delay. My life has been so hectic! i just couldn\'t spare the attention the story needed, here is my half assed attempt to make it right!!!



ldymoonluvsinuyasha: yes, i plan to write more, the ending is already written! i promise! i just have to get you there!!!



mad love!

anna