tampered | LOG; ongoing

LOG; ongoing

When; Friday, February 16th
Rating; ~~PG-13~~ R
Characters; Jyabura

maten_rou and Nico Robin

blackhibiscus
Summary; Robin mighty bitchy + Jyab mighty pissed = something interesting?
Log; Robin hadn't been so determined to prove her right in ages as she opened the door of building 9.

She didn't care about being killed anymore, she just wanted to bash some sense in Jyabura's head and convince him of the fact that she was everything but scared of him. Why did he always have to interpret things the wrong way? He always thought the exact opposite of what she really meant and it started to annoy her more and more.

She passed the door of room 7 and glared at the thing as if it was offending her personally, even though the piece of wood couldn't really help it either. Still, she stood still for a moment and kicked the door with a stiletto-heeled foot, feeling utterly satisfied with herself before moving on again. She startled herself, actually, but pushed this feeling away as she stood in front of room 36; very much feeling like kicking this door too.

"Open up," she said firmly, without knocking or making her presence clear in another way.

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After Robin declared to spontaneously 'visit' Jyabura, he waited in his apartment tense and nervous like an wild animal, waiting for his prey to finally show up. Which was not that far away from truth. He couldn't believe Robin'd simply come over like that, knowing very well Lucci was in building 9 as well, when she couldn't feel save a few days before in Jyabura's company, far away from any leopard. It was too absurd, and as much as he figured, today's curse was about greed, not sudden wishes for suicide.

He heard someone walking around in the building and instantly recognized her steps. God damn, she really did it. He heard her stop, rest for a while, then a sudden kick until she started walking again directly to his door. Jyabura followed the sounds with his eyes like he could actually see her. Yes, he was affected by today's curse. Very much so.

He sneaked up his own door and waited. A mere second after he heard her voice, he pushed the door open quickly, grabbed Robin by her ankle, pulled her inside the apartment and shut the door again. Well, he was an assassin, after all. Standing behind her and one arm put around her neck, he held his breath, fighting against the curse and not really able to believe she was actually really here.

"Guess I'm sorry, then" he said with repressed voice.

A surprised squeak escaped Robin's mouth as she was being pulled into the apartment, not expecting such a reaction and starting to become a bit disturbed. But, if it were a curse, he wasn't the one to blame, of course. She also wasn't for what had happened a few days ago, but apparently he was hell-bent on making it seem like she was. These Seven Sins curses were really getting on her nerves, as the last things she now needed were more reasons to make Jyabura think that she didn't love him. Men were so ridiculously stupid.

She sighed. "And I'm sorry, too. Both for that curse and for making it seem like I'm scared of you," she said calmly, yet she was still annoyed with the situation and she wanted to clear the air as soon as possible. At least it was working now. "Because I'm everything but scared of you. Don't forget that."

Instead of letting her go, Jyabura tightened his grip and put his other arm around her waist. His grip was a bit rude, to say at least, and he wasn't sure if it was him or the curse. Or both. It felt like it only grew worse anyways, though he was just holding the greatest good he'll ever have in his arms. His greed just increased as he fought against the curse, barely even noticing that she talked to him.

"What made you change your mind that fast?" he asked her with a deep voice and in a scpetical toen, a good bit irritated by her sudden decision and breaking all her usual habits. Acting like a rabbit that is scared of its own shadow the one day, and now obviously kicking the door of the man she feared the most? That made no sense. But it was so exciting.

Yes, definitely cursed. She hoped. Because if this would be his normal behaviour from now on, Robin was sure that they'd be in for a heart-to-heart talk. Not that she minded, but random groping was just a bit... too much, really.

"I'm sick and tired of your constant accusations that I don't love you, that I'm scared of you or that I prefer my friends over you. I want to prove to you for once and for all that this isn't true," she spoke, voice unwavering and very sure of what she wanted. She just wanted this stupid push-and-pull game to stop and that they could trust each other, no matter what curse was trying to rip them apart and no matter which psycho was out to kill them.

He definitely approved of her way to show this. He'd never even dreamt of her coming over into his apartment while the cat was not only here, but in a pissed off mood too. In fact he was terribly proud of her, and kind of himself too, but the curse blurred his thoughts on that.

"I believe you" he said after a while, "you wouldn't just act that way and bring yourself into danger, just to prove me wrong. So, you really mean it." he continued, barely audible and talking more to himself than her. "You could have done this earlier, though!" he suddenly said slightly aggressive, maybe out of frustration for whatever, maybe because he got nervous by himself as he felt losing control over the fucking curse. "I'm not-, I... I will not let you go, you are mine, not his!" he burst out when the cook came into his mind from one second to the other.

Again the tightened his grip, still rude but not violent. "You came here, now you'll stay here. I'll make you stay."

Robin was now sure that he was cursed; greed was today's one, right? It explained a lot of his actions, but that didn't make them less... intimidating. She didn't feel very comfortable with him acting like this, yet she paid no mind to it unless he started to get violent, which she very much doubted.

"I'm sorry for not doing that. I really am," she spoke quietly, iron gaze faltering and her determined voice wavering. She brought her hands up to the arm that was holding her neck, clutching it tightly. "No, I'm not his. I never will be," she added almost inaudibly, unsure about Sanji's feelings towards her but very sure of her own. Sanji was a very good friend, someone she'd die for, someone she'd trusted with everything that troubled her -- it didn't go beyond that and she didn't want it to. The last curse, however, had made her wonder about how Sanji saw her; was it the same or more? If the latter case was true, she didn't know if she could ever break his heart like that, even if she wasn't able to return his feelings. Of course, this was all speculative, but Robin had started doubting natural things ever since her arrival in the City.

Jyabura's grip finally loosened, her words calmed him down as it was exactly what he wanted to hear. Since a long time. If he would have been all himself, he still wouldn't have been too sure about it. He'd assume she told him this to ease the situation, not neccessarily meaning it. It was simply in his nature to be sceptical and though he was in the government's top assassination group, his self-confidence was never really big as he constantly compared himself to others. But right now, he didn't care. It would bother him enough later.

With a relieved sigh he turned her around to face her, still his moves were cramped and tense, making his fight, or rather battle, with the curse obvious. He leaned Robin against the wall and pressed himself against her, inwardly scared to death she might leave or magically vanish. He couldn't help it. "You were his for a day" he admitted bitter, downright sickened by the thought of this certain day and what this cook was doing to her, cursed or not. He had no right to do it. He had no right to enjoy it. And yet both he and Robin did exactly this. That they were cursed, at least Robin, made Jyabura feel terribly helpless.

Carefully he put his hand on her cheek. "I can't share you, I won't. With anyone."

"But not willingly," she spoke with a restrained voice, as she didn't want to talk about this subject. Robin knew how much it had hurt him, but he probably didn't have a slightest clue how much it had hurt herself. She felt so incredibly guilty even if it had been under a curse; especially considering the person she slept with. It hurt her that it had been Jyabura's rival or whatever you wanted to call it, and not anyone else. Of course, that also would've been horrible, but this was just a tad worse.

While her shoulders were digging into the wall, she let her head drop down with a sad frown. "You won't have share me, but just accept that there are other people I care about," she said quietly, choosing her words carefully to not make it seem that she was only aiming at Sanji. "Please."

Even in his cursed state he didn't want to talk about this anymore either. He had no logical explanation for why she told him something different that day, but curses barely ever had to do something with logics, and if she told him it was like that, he believed her. He lowered his head as well and looked randomly to the side. "Ok" he simply said, trying to simply get over it. "But it... hurts" he confessed, pointing out his own weakness. Again.

Normally he would have no problem to accept that, as long as 'caring' didn't mean anything like that on this stupid fucking valentine's-whatever-holiday. The tiny 'please' at the end of her sentence just prevented to make him angry again. "I'll try" was the best the curse allowed him to say before he carefully lifted up her face with one hand and kissed her.

Well, considering the curse, she could've expected this; yet it didn't keep her from being surprised. Kissing him almost felt foreign after her walk off-road with Sanji; his kisses had been more gentlemanly, more careful. This was raw and passionate and she had to admit that she had gotten used to it. Gentleness was a strange thing to her after all the things she'd gone through, but it didn't matter to her; it entirely depended on the person.

She leaned into the kiss while one arm found its way around his neck and the other one clutching his arm. Yes, this was so much better than with Sanji.

Instead that his greed would finally vanish, he felt it got only worse. Much worse. It just started, so to say.

He shrugged out of his jacket, his lips still connected to hers, but broke the kiss to drag off her coat impatiently, growing a serious hate on the damn thing that dared to bother them. Fucking thing. He threw it on the floor like it has just offened him personally. Which it actually has, on some way.

He continued kissing her aggressively and lifted one of Robin's legs from under her knee, putting it around his waist and pressed himself against her. How practical she had a knack for miniskirts, no matter what season it was. Just as impatient he helped her out of her top, suddenly starting to wonder about his own aggression. "I'm, I... I'm sorry?" he said or rather asked her confused before bending down to kiss her neck and chest, not a bit less impatient while his hands ran up and down her sides.

Still pleasantly surprised, Robin couldn't help but give in to the attention she was receiving, despite the fact that she actually wasn't really ready for this so soon after her time with Sanji. Although this was so much more enjoyable, comparing it to Sanji almost felt like treason towards her good friend; but it was exactly what she was doing right now. However, hese thoughts immediately faded when she got pulled back to reality by the feeling of Jyabura's mouth on her collarbone; a feeling so much better than silly sulking about something that would only happen once.

"This curse got you pretty badly," she murmured absently while she sprouted some hands that started to tug on his pants.

Jyabura could have replied something to this, but it was firstly obvious enough and secondly he'd only be able to stutter some incoherent nonsense. He didn't waste time to get behind the mysterious mechanism of her bra and pulled down the fabric instead, kissing her breasts and licking her nipples, until his greed didn't allow him to waste any more time with foreplay.

With heavy breath he got rid both off his and Robin's pants, aroused enough since a good while and pushed himself inside of her while putting her leg around him, careful at the beginning to adjust himself, but he couldn't avoid to get faster more than he liked it. Whatever, finally he thought and bit along her neck.

Robin's soundless gasps steadily turned into soft moans as he moved inside her, her nails digging into his shoulders while she arched her back against his body. If you would've told her 6 months ago that she'd be doing this on an almost weekly basis and with who, she would have laughed. Very hard. But right now, she was too caught up in her own pleasure to even care about anything else than the man who was doing this to her.

Alas this said man was too greed-affected to pay much attention to her pleasure like he usually would. Right now, it was only about taking and not giving. He would have hated himself for this behaviour, if he could only care.

He kept on with a steady rythm, trying to keep it down, just to make it last a bit longer for her. Not with too much success as he felt approaching the peak of pleasure, gripping her hips and pressing them towards his aggressively, reaching his climax with a repressed moan and a satisfied shudder.

With heavy breath he carefully slipped out of her but instantly put his arms around and leaned against her like she still could just vanish. Absently he licked some sweatdrops from her neck and run his hands down her arms, lacing his slightly shaky hands with hers. They fit so perfectly together.

Robin felt her climax approaching quickly, too quickly at that, she wanted it to last longer, to be stuck in this moment forever with the man she loved. But, reality was cruel; her legs twitched with pleasure as she came without a sound, forcing any moans back into her throat. Any worries or doubts she had were washed away that moment, only to return when she realized that she was sweaty, exhausted and naked; while someone was pressing her back against a wall. She leaned back against said wall while her breath slowly steadied, gripping Jyabura's hands with a smile as they twisted into hers.

"That was nice," she chuckled, still too tired to say anything coherent or more intelligent than this small-talk-like statement.

"Mh-hm" he hummed tired and leaned his head against her shoulder with closed eyes. He felt the curse loosen his grip on him, finally able to sort his thoughts for a while as he got what he wanted.

For a moment he just enjoyed to feel her, her own scent and that of her sweat mixed and calmed him down. He was thankful for many things. That she'd proven him wrong and obviously defeated his fear of the cat in his company, that she shattered all his doubts with this action and well... that she cured him from this annoying curse that way. He just had no idea how to express gratitude for all this.

"Thank you", he whispered insecure.

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