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[Justine has no qualms about taking what she wants and right now the direction of her desires is clear and unchanging. She wants to feel him beneath her palm, experience him like the heady sensation of a sweet drug consuming her senses.

Her lips part and a soft exhale escapes her lungs as Majima pulls her onto his lap. Her thighs rest on either side of his hips while her arms rest loosely between them.]

Majima. [Justine exhales his name as a moan rises to her lips. His teeth scraps against the lace of her bra, sending little bolts of electricity out through her limbs. She rises her chest towards him and silently begs for more.

A second passes and Justine begins to earnestly unbutton his shirt, pushing the fabric away to revel the smooth muscular lines of his torso.

Her nails scrapped across his shoulders while her hips press against him and rock in a slow steady rhythm. She focuses on the touch of his erection against the thin fabric of her panties and gasps as heat pulses through her sex, sending tendrils of fire through her frame.]

Yes. [Once again she exhales the word in a sensual gasp, desperately wanting to be rid of all of the fabric bunched between them.

This isn't how she'd thought the night would go but Justine is hardly complaining. Strong hands hold her while his breath dances like fire across her skin. Her nails bite a little harder into his shoulders before dragging her fingers down his biceps and pulling him close.

Justine reminds herself that they don't have to rush but Majima is skillfully driving her wild.]

[ Her every movement was art, every sound a provocation; when she dug her nails into his shoulders, it was as though tiny points of fire had broken the skin and found their way straight to his veins.

Majima shrugged out of his shirt once he felt her fingers at the buttons; it was forgotten by the time it hit the floor. And now that he was free of that constricting fabric, he might as well undo the rest of Justine's clasps, too, in favor of running his hands over every smooth, inviting inch of her. Thumb along her collarbone, dipping down to cup her breasts, and then his fingertips were following the line of her back -- that graceful, arching curve that bowed in toward her waist. He found her skirt zipper and pulled downward, leaving the material to pool around her hips.

One finger hooked under the waistband of her panties for a second, before Majima seemed to think better of it. Instead, he slipped the fingers of one hand under the hem of her skirt and started to circle and rub her clit through the thin fabric of the undergarment, complementing the languid, rocking motion of her hips.

Then he leaned forward to murmur in her ear. ]

Justine.

[ It was teasing, it was an endearment, it was a confession of everything he wanted to do to her in that moment. Drive her wild? Absolutely, because that was exactly what she was doing to him. Only question, really, was which one of them would abandon all pretense first.

His free arm was around her waist, strong and effortlessly bracing, but his kisses fell wherever they could reach in the moment: her hair, the corner of her jaw, sucking gently at the exposed skin of her throat. ]

[His touch trailed fire across her skin, sending little bolts of heat through her vines.

Her shirt crumbled to the floor, forgotten, while the fabric of her skirt remained pooled around her waist. It wouldn't be easy to remove her bottom half in this position but Justine doesn't want to move. He's close and with a slight tilt of her head she can breath him in and let him consume her. A shiver prickled across her skin while an impatient little whine pulls from her swollen lips.

Her thoughts diverge as his voice brushes against her ear: husky, low and perfect. She can hear every note of desire and affection as he spoke her name and there is no sound in the world that she can compare it too.

Justine wants to speak, to say more than just his name, but the words are trapped in her throat and the only noise that rises to her lips are gasps and moans. Her nails trailed down his chest, the path marked but the pressure light enough to avoid breaking the skin. Her hips begin to move faster, spurred by his touch and the fire that gathered and flared between her legs. He's teasing her and Justine is willing to drop any pretense if it means that she can have him.]

I want you.

[Her hands continue their downward path, pausing when she reaches his waistband. Skilled fingers flick at the button and slowly release the zipper with the steady click of metal against metal. A dizzying sensation clouds her senses and everything except for Majima melts away into an unimportant haze.

Justine loves teasing, building to moments like these where there is no more restraint left to steady her usual careful control.]

[ The nakedness of her words was almost awe-inspiring. ]

I want you, too.

[ And so much for self-control. It wasn't how he'd thought the evening would go, either -- but now that they were here, why not make it a night to remember? ]

So how about... we get better acquainted?

[ Delivered between kisses, of course. While Justine was busy with his slacks, Majima slipped a small wrapped package out of his pocket, and tore it open with his teeth. It wasn't hard to slip on, he had plenty of practice with that. The hard part was not simply giving into temptation and burying himself into her all at once.

It was through force of will alone that he slowed as he slid the whole of his length into her. Justine was so hot inside, so slick; the scent of her, like sweet-smelling flowers, was maddening. His breath had quickened, grown ragged at the edges, but he wasn't too far gone he couldn't flick open the clasp of her bra while his hands guided her at her back.

When she signaled she was ready, he'd start to push up into her. Long, languid strokes at first, but with the way things were going, it wouldn't be long before he gave in. He handled her weight effortlessly, rolling his hips up to meet her rhythm with a kind of urgency he hadn't felt in years. The air on his skin felt like it was aboil; where she touched him, it was even worse. But that only made him want to touch more, drink in everything, roll an exposed nipple under a lightly calloused thumb even while he sought to rub up inside her in exactly the right way. ]

Edited 2018-09-30 06:53 (UTC)

[Justine leans back enough to meet his gaze and smile; dark sultry eyes answering him without a word spoken between them. They kiss again and again tongues tangle as passion and need thrum between them. She feels the movement of his arm and stops the eager roll of her hips as he slips the thin plastic over his erection.

She shivers, her thighs trembling as the momentary pause makes her accurately aware of the heat pulsing inside of her. It's too hot, as if the heat will choke her without its release.

Another kiss and their aligned and that shiver turns to jolts of electricity. She sinks down as his hips push up and the motion brings a sweet moan to her lips, muffled by his lips as their kisses continue. Inch by inch, he fills her and Justine beings to feel the heat inside of her abate, replaced by something hungrier and exciting. She inhales, his breath mingling at the tip of her tongue as she settles completely on top of him.

Justine pauses there for a moment, savoring every inch of him while Majima quickly releases her bra.]

Majima. [His name tastes like a sin and she loves it.

Cool air prickles at her exposed chest as Justine rolls her shoulders and tosses the lace to the floor. She's still partially clothed but it doesn't matter. Her legs straddling him, his cock buried to its hilt, all polite pretenses gone. She is truly exposed. Affection and need mingle inside of her in a surprising tryst as Majima begins to slowly move his hips. Justine easily matches his motions, rising and falling, her lips remaining close to his as she held him close. Her fingers were running through his hair, cradling him as they moved rhythmically together.

Sex is a natural part of Justine's life but there is always a difference when there is more than lust connecting to two people. There is more tension and the unfaltering need to press limbs and bodies together with the hope to take up the same space as the other person. Those desires mix and everything feels heightened and slowed.

Seconds turn to hours.

Justine gasps, punctuating each thrust with a moan or sharp intake of breath. Her hips roll forward and up, back and down with the motion of Majima's hips and she feels him stirring inside of her as pleasure mounts.]

[ The way Justine moved that was breathtaking-- the unabashed way that she rocked back against him, returning like for like. She was hot and tight around him, and he drove into her without hesitation or shame. Elsewhere, there might be fear and darkness, but in the present there was only what they wanted.

Her voice was bliss against his skin; so was the soft susurration of her skirt over those shapely thighs. But best of all was the way she rode him -- like it was second nature. Like one of them was blending into the other... or maybe it was the other way around. He responded in turn, murmuring what sweetness he could muster in her ear even as he ran his fingertips down the sinuous arch of her back, over her hip, further downward.

She felt amazing, and she moved like she knew it. Propriety? Protocol? All of that fell away, and what he wanted most of all was to send her over the edge and kiss the lovely white line of her throat. Well, that and glide one slightly callused thumb over her clit so he could listen to more of those sweet moans. That inner heat from before was rising up inside him as he keyed his rhythm to hers, seeking that ultimate high. ]

Tell me what ya want, darlin'.

[ Because he'd pour everything he had into giving it to her. ]

[There is no pause or hesitation to her reply.]

I want you.

[Her voice is husky and low as wave after wave of pleasure shakes through her body. Justine's head rolls back and a moan escapes her lips as their motions meet and match. The build of pressure is undeniable but it's the soft press of his finger against the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes Justine's thighs tremble with pleasure. Her motions slow and her release rudely crashes against her senses.]

Fuck. [She gasps the word as every drop of tension built between them is released in heady rolling waves that push and pull through her body. A loud moan pulls from her lips as her head bows forward, her forehead resting against his neck. She breaths heavily, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his skin, as she struggles to speak.]

You too. I want to feel you.

I need you.

[It isn't just lust and maybe Majima understands as those little moans and gasps fill the Justine's apartment.]

Then I'll be right here, as long as ya need.

[ The way she tightened around him, pressed up against him, it would have been a miracle if he'd managed to last much longer. He arched into her as he came, kissing wherever he could manage to reach. Forget talking, as he rode the crests of those waves past rational thought. All he knew was his arms were around her, fingers tangling in the soft dark waves of her hair as a hoarse, husky cry escaped his throat.

Dimly, he became aware of her forehead pressed against his, and another rolling wave of the languid, catlike satisfaction that was unique to the moments that followed release. Majima reached up to stroke her cheek, all affection.

He didn't know what this was. He didn't act like this, didn't indulge impulse where emotions could get involved -- but that was exactly what he was doing and he had no idea way, only ]

...you're pretty damn incredible, Justine.

[ Maybe dangerously so. The more he saw of her, the more he wanted. ]

[Uneven breaths fall across his cheek as Justine struggles to steady the frantic beat of her heart. Her arms are looped loosely around his neck, tangled in his hair and curled around his shoulders as she held herself firmly against him. Her eyes slip close and she relaxes against him, basking in the weight and pleasant afterglow to slowly ebb.]

I could say the same about you but I bet you already knew that.

[She smiles and turns her head to press a chaste kiss against his knuckles.

Justine realizes that she should move, pull away, but she doesn't want too. This is different from her trysts in the past. There is always affection but with Majima she feels something more, as if a new warmth has seeded in her chest and has only just begun to grow.]

Stay tonight.

[Sleep is still a few hours away but god she doesn't want to let him go. Not yet, not if it means waking up from whatever dream she'd found herself in.]

[ The invitation took him a bit by surprise for some reason, though perhaps it shouldn't have. Justine didn't seem the type to kick someone out of bed. Er, sofa. He still had an arm wrapped around her waist. ]

I...

[ He pressed a kiss to the top of her head in turn, smiling a little despite himself. ]

Alright.

[ And how could he say no, with her looking at him like that? She was warm and lovely and if there was some opportunity to enjoy the way she was pressed up against him a little longer, why not? ]

Want to hop in the shower? [ Case in point. ]

[Her lips curve into a smile as she molds herself against Majima's chest. This moment, no matter what came next, is perfect.

Justine rests her head against the sweep of his neck, the tips of her hair tickling his exposed chest, as she enjoys the pleasant warmth that seeps between them. She keeps her hips still, pressed intimately against him, while a hazy thought tells her that she should probably move off of him.

She doesn't want to pull away from him.

Justine closes her eyes and hums softly in answer to his question.] Yeah. I'd like that. [It's a shame that showering involves moving.

But that's alright. This is alright. It's dangerous, feelings are a weakness that can be exploited, but sometimes its impossible to help. Her heart aches but it isn't an unpleasant feeling. It's confusing and new, but not unpleasant.

Justine presses a light kiss against the side of Majima's neck before rising to her feet. She releases a quick exhale as she pulls away and runs her hands along Majima's arm to gently pull him with her. Her movements are slow but graceful as she pulls them both off of the couch.]

[ And Majima let her lead him onward, pausing only momentarily to brush his lips against hers in a little return kiss. Their clothes... well, who cared right now? Whatever was left could be left behind. As they walked toward the shower, he reached under the elastic that held his hair in place and slipped loose the eyepatch. His left eye he kept firmly closed, as always, but if Justine was expecting some terrible scar -- strangely enough, there wasn't one.

He was smiling at her, feeling warm and a little foolish. Or perhaps it was how warm she made him feel that felt so strange. ]

...I'm glad you're here, Justine.

[ Even if it complicated things... and even if it involved moving. ]

[Her skirt, underwear and shoes littered the pathway towards the bathroom as they slip inside. It isn't a small bathroom bit it isn't too large either. There is a bathtub with a shower head, two sinks and a closet in the corner of the room. Justine pulls out two white plush towels and places them on the counter before pulling the shower screen and starting the water.

It'll take a few minutes for the shower water to warm.]

Me too.

[She steps towards him and presses her front lightly against him as she wraps her arms around his neck.]

Tell me about this. [Her fingers brush against his temple, where he'd taken off the eye patch, before letting her arm drape around his neck.] Please? [Justine continues to hear a soft voice telling her that this is a bad idea but she's enjoying the moment too much to want to stop.

Being close to him, feeling the head of his skin against her, it's all so perfect.]

[ Her voice was sweet in his ear, as sweet as any of the birds who'd called to him back in Sōtenbori. Crowding about him when he turned up bleeding, turning solicitous in those evenings when he walked alone. No, he thought. Lovelier. More dangerous.

Majima pressed a kiss to Justine's temple and let his fingers play with the dark ends of her hair. ]

You already saw part of it, didn't ya?

[ His voice was quiet now -- a low rumble that started in the back of his chest. There was a little birthmark on his throat below his chin, visible now without his collar or jacket to get in the way. ]

It was punishment, Justine. I wasn't a good dog.

I know. [Her voice is soft as her fingers trail down his check and then follow the curve of his neck. She let her palm rest against his shoulder as she voices the question that she'd stopped herself from asking back then.] I saw but what did you do? [He hadn't been a good dog…

She doesn't want to imagine the pain that he had endured but what had been so important for him to return, knowing that he'd be punished?

The shower continues to run and the bathroom slowly steams as the tempered water heats.]

[ Majima regarded her for a moment or two, studying her face. He seemed hardly to notice the rising steam. ]

...I disobeyed orders. I was supposed to work together with my brother to kill the head of a rival clan, and everyone the guy had with him. But my boss changed his mind at the last minute. Told me to call the whole thing off.

Only by then, Saejima was already on his way. If I followed orders, it'd mean leavin' my brother to die.

And you couldn't leave him. [Justine's expression softens.] You're very kind Majima. [It takes a lot of strength to be kind in a cruel world.]

Thank you, for telling me. [She knows the value of secrets, of histories and pasts left unspoken, but she's happy that he's willing to share that with her. It's a strange sort of happy and the kind of happiness she doesn't let her thoughts linger on.

Her fingers lace through his and Justine kisses his knuckles before pulling him towards the shower.]

I think the water is warm.

Kind...?

[ If anything, he expected her to recoil, not take him by the hand. In that moment of surprise, he simply followed her lead and stepped into the shower, letting the first of the heated droplets touch his skin. ]

Bein' too generous, aren't ya? He's the only brother I've got.

[ It would have been smarter, certainly, to simply stay put. But maybe that was an explanation for another time. For now, he hooked a thumb into the elastic holding back his hair, and pulled it loose to let it fall back over his shoulders. ]

You're so strange, Justine. I agreed to kill those guys, even if I never ended up doing it. That doesn't bother ya?

[The warm water splays against her back while the heavy moister of the steam collects in her dark hair, sticking the strands to her shoulders and cheeks.] I've seen families torn apart by less. [Blood may be thicker than water but Justine knows that blood doesn't always hold an alliance. Majima had made a choice back then and it's one that she can understand, not from personal experience but from watching others.

Family... whether related to you or not... is a valuable thing and it should be cherished.]

People die every day.

[Her head tilts thoughtfully to the side.]

If not you, then someone else would have likely taken your place. I do believe that innocence should be protected but no, it doesn't bother me.

That's pretty gangster.

[ Majima plucked a bottle of sweet-smelling shampoo up, regarded it for a second without really reading it. If anything, it was something to do to occupy his hands. ]

...Normal people, hardworkin', respectable citizens... we're not supposed to touch them.

[ Then he turned the label on the bottle toward her. ]

This might be changin' the subject a little, Justine, but is this your secret weapon? Am I gonna end up smellin' like flowers or fruit or something?

I don't know about that.

[The world isn't a perfect place but Justine has accepted it for what it is. It is strange, given Justine's sweet appearance, but she'd seen a great deal of the worlds darkness and refuses to away from it.

Her lips curl into a warm smile as she gently plucks the shampoo from Majima's fingers.] Does that mean you aren't supposed to touch me? I'd be very sad to hear that. [Maybe she isn't normal but Justine doesn't want such a perfect day turning into weighted conversation.] This is my favorite shampoo.

[She turns the label towards Majima, showing a picture of strawberries.]

I love strawberries. I do have regular soap too. If you'd prefer not to smell like me.

[Everything that Justine touches manages to smell like strawberries.]

[ There was a faint, answering smile on his face. ]

I told ya it'd be complicated.

[ But maybe he could leave the explanations for another time. For now, Majima bent to brush his lips against hers, which conveniently also brought him within easy arm's reach. ]

...And I don't mind if you don't.

[ And then he snuck a hand past her to pick up a loofah. There was something oddly canine in the way Majima tilted his head at it. 1988 was before things like liquid bath soap were popular, and certainly before someone like Majima would have heard of exfoliating. ]

What's this poofy thing for?

[His lips are warm and inviting, pulling Justine an inch or so out of the water to meet the pressure of the kiss. It's quick but it takes her a moment to remember what it is that they were talking about.

Her fingers run down the toned muscles of his chest and she exhales a warm sigh as her train of thought returns.]

I think I can handle complicated. [As long as there is a whole lot of touching.

Justine's attention is pulled towards the loofah and her smile turns into a warm laugh.] That? It's meant to wash yourself with. [She runs her fingers up his chest and then down his arms, enjoying the simple pleasure of his skin beneath her fingertips.] I can show you if you'd like. It feels good. I promise.

[It's been awhile since she's gotten to wash someone.]

Huh?

[ For some reason, this seemed to throw him for a bit of a loop. And maybe understandably so; sex was one thing, showering together was another... but letting someone rub some floofy thing on him? Wasn't that sort of... intimate? Majima ducked his gaze away for a second to buy himself a second to recover. ]

Uh, sure. Why don't we trade, then? I'll wash your hair for ya. Not to brag or anything, but I've gotten pretty good at handlin' long hair.

[ This was going to take some getting used to, going from being careful not to be overly familiar in his touch to... where they were at now. Not that that was an unpleasant idea, mind. ]

[Dark eyes shine with warmth as Justine takes the loofah from his hand.] Deal. [She grabs a light gray bottle of soap and pours a bit onto the loofah. It isn't the same as the strawberry shampoo that Majima had picked up earlier but this soap does have the subtle hint of orange mixed into the fresh clean smell.]

You have very lovely hair.

[She drags the loofah down his chest, gently pushing forward so that he steps out of the spraying water. Justine's strokes are methodical and meant to help clean his chest and arms but she takes her time and enjoys watching the soap bubble on his skin.]

Is this new?

[She asks after a pause, her eyes glancing up to meet his gaze.]

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