tampered | 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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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.

LOG; ongoing

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