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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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