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[ She could have asked him to do anything in that moment, really, and he would have complied, but the idea that maybe it really might help her remember...

At the small of her back, his left hand moved over her rear, bunching up some of the fabric so he could peel down her skirt zipper with his right. The skirt dropped to the soft grass, forgotten as he felt along the bowlike curve of her ass. Cute panties, but they were even cuter with someone like Justine filling out the delicate lace.

Majima shrugged his shirt aside, and then he was pressing her up against the smooth bark of a birch, cupping one of her breasts through the thinness of her blouse so he could tease at her nipple and see if it got hard enough to show through the cloth. She drove him crazy, she always had, but after something like a week without a touch or a kiss, and now both with whispered requests in the cool afternoon and it was getting awfully hard to remember to try and behave himself. ]

So your body didn't forget, huh?

[ He kissed her -- deep and hungrier than he'd ever felt for whatever scraps of affection she could offer him. He was hard already as his hips pressed flush against hers; he broke the kiss only briefly to murmur to her. ]

Then let's see how much it remembers.

[Justine doesn't know if this will really help her remember but she's out of ideas and she needs him. She can't explain it, she loves sex, but this is something different. She can feel her heart swell and her body tingle with something more than just lusty desire.

A soft gasp strangles in her throat as her skirt falls to the grass. Heat pulses through her body and her heart aches as it reaches for him. She presses eagerly against him, her fingers slipping beneath his shirt as she pulls hungrily at the white fabric. It's quickly tossed to the grass as Majima presses her against the tree. Her bra is thin, as is her shirt, and after a few skillful strokes of his thumb her nipple is hard and showing through the white blouse.]

No. It absolutely didn't forget.

[Her arms wrap around his neck and she lifts her legs to circle Majima's waist while grinding and rubbing her body against him.]

I've never felt like this before.

[His kiss makes her head spin and her world collapse into this singular moment. One hand slips skillfully between them and she pushes at his pants enough to free his erection. They aren't completely undressed but it doesn't matter, she needs him and she can't wait any longer. Her hips rise and fall against him and she pushes her panties to the side to feel the heat of his cock against the slick heat of her sex.]

I need you.

[Justine gasps just as her hips rise and she angles him towards her entrance.]

[ He sank into her, inch by inch, rarely particularly vocal but this time unable to stifle a groan as he felt her grasp him. Had it only been a week? He felt like it had been just about forever, and now he could think of little else but taking her exactly as she'd requested -- hard, fast, without a care in the world save for how sweet her voice would sound in his ear.

But they'd waited this long, hadn't they? So he forced himself to slow down, allowing himself to fully bottom out inside her before withdrawing, the bone of his hip pressing up against her clit each time he rose up in each slow, rolling stroke. ]

Justine...

[ His face was flushed, expression clouded with lust. But if she wanted to quicken the pace, she'd have to take matters into her own hands. No shame in a little pressing back, was there?

His lips found her throat, sucked lightly at the delicate skin. ]

This ain't the first time we've done this in public, ya know...

[A loud moan plucks like a sweet song from her lips. Her head rolls back, resting against the smooth wood of the tree as Majima fills her to her brim. She doesn't remember him but there is something familiar about the warmth climbing up her spine. It's not just warm but comforting and whole. It's as if he'd been her missing part and she'd only now found him.

Justine's fingers lace through his hair as she clings to him, her legs wrapping around his waist as her hips thrust towards the measured pace of Majima's motions.]

Oh, yes. Faster.

[Her body shivers and her nails rake down his neck and back.]

Tell me. I want to hear it from your lips.

[Justine's heat tilts to the side as his mouth teases at her skin. For the first time since waking up on that couch she feels like herself again and she doesn't what to lose that feeling.]

A cozy little corner in a busy club. Neither of us could wait. I remember not givin' a single damn who saw.

[ He was murmuring in her ear, hot and thick inside her as he picked up the pace, and using her weight to drive in deep enough to truly attend to that craving. They needed to stop doing this, fucking without protection -- it was extra risk neither of them could justify. But when she pulled her nails down his back, Majima could hardly remember anything save for how to steady her hips and reach for that familiar, crashing high. ]

Someone did, actually. Not that it stopped us.

[ One hand roamed upward to pull aside the lacy material of her bra and roll one of her nipples under his fingertips. Seeing her disheveled and wanting like this was even better. The girl next door with a sweet voice and a voracious appetite. ]

No waiting. I'll never make you wait.

[Justine clings to him, her hips rising and falling to meet each hard eager buck of his hips. She doesn't care that they're in public or if they don't have protection. She doesn't care that her memories had been stolen because what they're doing now feels right. It's the only part of this dream world that feels right.]

Oh Majima.

[She gasps as his palm pushes at her bra out of the way.]

Faster. Please. I'm so close.

[Her motions become frantic and needy, pushing against him as lewd gasps and moans fall from her lips.]

Me too, I... can't...

[ But somewhere along the line, words failed him. Faster? Deeper? He'd give her anything she wanted; all he wanted was this moment, whole and connected. When he came, it was hard -- holding her to him, calling Justine's name like it was he who was feverish, not her. It was her chest pressed up against his, feeling the riot of her heartbeat.

He kissed wherever he could reach, rubbing luxuriously up into and against her until he could coax her over the edge. ]

[Her body tenses and clamps around him as he guides her through her climax.]

Maji-

[Her breath flows from her lips in thick heavy exhales as she relaxes in Majima's arms. Justine buries her face against the curve of his neck while her legs lock together behind him. They probably shouldn't keep doing this but even without her memories, she doesn't think that she has it in her to stop. Whatever spell Majima has cast upon her, it has her trapped with him.

Why do they ever have to stop?]

Majima.

That felt amazing.

[ He kissed her -- the warmth of her temple, the crown of her head, feeling as though he might drown on the sweet scent of strawberries. When he spoke, his voice felt thick in his throat. ]

You feel amazin'. Ya always do, and I never can get enough.

[ But it was still chill outside. The impulse to sweep her up out of the cold warred with the customary inertia; just a few moments more of sharing his warmth with her, pressed close together. Majima lowered her to the soft grass. ]

Feel a little clearer?

Yeah.

[Her answer is whispered against his neck, her voice thick and warm as it curls around his skin. Justine doesn't remember any more than she had before but the world has been pulled into sharp focus and now it's as if she understands something that she'd been blind to before.

Majima has never lied to her.]

Will you stay with me tonight?

[She doesn't expect him to want too, as hallow as she is normally, but Justine doesn't want to be alone and she honestly has no idea who to trust. Even if its just this small thread of intimacy or the subtle motions that her body remembers, she wants to hold onto it.]

Yes. Of course.

[ He didn't want to pull apart, but eventually, he knew they had to, or risk catching a cold on top of everything else. But that wasn't where he left it; he carefully lowered his jacket over her shoulders, as he'd done before. ]

Here, wear this. It's only gonna get colder after sundown.

[ Majima's expression had softened as he regarded her, even now when the wind was beginning to turn biting. ]

[She doesn't want to pull away from him, even if some part of her mind tells her that its necessary.

Her heels lightly fall back to the bright green grass while her weight remains pressed intimately against Majima. Her clothes were disheveled, a breast exposed, but Justine did nothing to fix it.]

Where should we go?

[His jacket is warm and the sensation of its weight and size around her thin frame teases a familiar memory that's lost to her now. It doesn't matter. For tonight, she's just going to let herself get lost in him.]

Back to the house?

[ At some point, he should probably retrieve his shirt. Only just for the moment, it wasn't a burning need. Rather, he touched a hand to the side of her face. She was lovely, she always was. There was a little leaf in her hair, a lone holdout from autumn, and that was lovely, too. ]

Or did ya have another destination in mind?

[ His voice was lightly teasing. ]

Anywhere.

[Her voice is soft, whispered against against his neck before trailing a line of kisses across his shoulder.] I just don't want to be apart from you. [She shakes her head and then rests her forehead against his chest.] This is the only thing that feels right. Everything else feels wrong.

I just need to be with you.

I want to feel right again.

I... know.

[ He hadn't felt right since he'd left, and it hadn't even been that long. But while Majima might have survived the first 24 years of his life without Justine, now, it seemed, he missed her after a single day.

So he straightened up their clothes, and then he held her in his arms, and it was enough. For now, it was enough. ]

Let's head home.

[ He swept her up in a bridal carry, apparently fully planning to carry her back if she'd let him. ]

[She gives him space to fix their clothing before leaning back into his hold. She doesn't want to be far from him and she welcomes the protection of his arms as he lifts her into a bridal carry.]

Yes. Let's go.

[She curls against his chest and closes her eyes.]

poppy and Teddy miss you too.

[The house feelings empty without Majima there.]

They do, huh?

[ He took a moment to press a brief kiss to Justine's forehead before continuing on, back to the warmth and safety of the house. ]

Glad to hear you've been gettin' along.

[She wouldn't call it getting along. They follow her around like little sentries and are incredibly frustrating since neither of them have the ability to speak. Justine has made sure to feed them and look after them but it's been stressful in that house. It's filled with memories and no matter what she does, she can't remember. It doesn't feel like she belongs there but she also doesn't feel like she belongs anywhere else.

She closes her eyes and rests her head against his chest.]

Yeah.

I think they look after me more than I do them.

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