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Log, complete
When; April 7th & April 8th
Rating; NC-17 (Language, alcohol, sex. The "Consuming alcohol while having sex"-way)
Characters; Maria [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lorenzavirgine] & Jyabura [maten_rou]
Summary; The evening before, the night when and the morning after two people get massively drunk and decide to have fun all imaginable adult ways! ♥
Log;
That was one oddly long day.
Especially the shopping part.
However, Jyabura had promised Maria to go and buy some clothes with her in the City centre, because he couldn't let her run around wearing his shirts, which were more than just a bit too large for her. But showing her the most important parts of the City, mainly the good bars, would have been more fun if he wasn't carrying along an impressive amount of bags filled with whatever the girl had to buy. He came to the conclusion women needed the oddest things. Not that he minded. Neither that she spent his money (well, he offered it, had brought enough of it back from an earlier trip home and considering his profession he was anything but poor), nor the bag-thing. Actually he felt quite good to make her stay at this place a bit easier this way. When he arrived, Kaku was here with a furnitured apartment and some basic knowledge. It must be horrible to arrive here to stay in some foreign place all by yourself with no one from your own world around. The mere thought gave him a headache.
It was early evening and he was glad they were at home. Finally. He hated being outside Xanadu, and the freaks seldomly came to wreak some havoc here. Kaku wasn't at home again, minding his own business somewhere, and given the fact that no classical music was to hear, the annoying cat was outside too. At least a bit serenity, he thought while he sat down with a bottle of sake to the floor in the living room and opened it up. Maybe he should make Maria and himself some tea while she was unpacking her stuff upstairs he continued his thought and took a deep sip.
What an amazing amount of clothes, Maria thought while overwieving a pile of mixed clothing, next to a pile of bags. She had had to buy the contents of a heavy mahogany wardrobe anew. Actually, she had kind of a routine concerning that. Back in her world, she periodically had had to stow half of her clothes into two suitcases and - at least sometimes - take flight immediately. The other half left behind usually meant buying replacements. Still, buying a complete wardrobe that way was somehow new to her. Especially because she didn't have to look at the prices too closely. Of course, she didn't try to make Jyabura go bankrupt, but he had invited her, completely sane and in knowledge of her femininity in this moment. It seemed that he wasn't too close to insolvency anyway.
Skimming the price tags while removing them and estimating the overall charges while folding the clothes, she ultimately managed to wonder. How much money does this guy have? She didn't know any legal ways to earn such an amount of money except for jobs involving stardom. It wasn't difficult to imagine Jyabura performing mafia-esque activities. Tattoos, scars, hell of copiousness... He reminded her of Sunichi, a yakuza that had married into the Santargo family few years ago.
That might turn out even more convenient than expected, she thought silently and decided to replace Jyabura's quite too large shirt with some comfortable wear she bought. A knee-length nightgown and a semitransparent, ankle-length caftan. Making herself at home and everything. She was no person to mind that this kind of dress could actually... send out signals. Although she was a person that reacted highly sensitive to most of them.
After passing the stairs, she flashed a smile to Jyabura when catching sight of a teapot and two cups on the living room's table.
"At least I didn't exhaust you too much to make tea," she stated with slight amusement.
"There's always enough time and energy left for tea" he answered while taking the sake bottle off his lips. A crossdrinker. Whoever spent a little more time with him must notice that he practically runs on and poured amounts inside of him that would knock out a horse. Or two. Rather unconspicuously he eyed her dress for the split of a second. Whether the blush on his face came from unspoken approval of her clothes or from the effects of sake wasn't really clear. "I hope you're provided for now with all that... girl's stuff" he said after clearing his throat and swapping sake with green tea, filling their cups with quick routined moves.
"But if something's still missing, let me know" he said and lay down on the floor. Well, not that there were any chairs or a sofa to begin with. Damn minimalistic Japanese furnishing. And not that stuff like that would have any use, considering the size of the table. He put his elbow against the floor and his head rested on the hand. "Carrying your bags is almost a good alternative for training" he smirked.
"Now guess why I'm able to calmly aim with a gun one kilo heavy. Single-handed, if I have to. Though most of the time safety goes first..."
Flashing another smile, Maria took a seat on the floor next to Jyabura. She took a short look at the bottle of sake on the table. Japanese alcohol, huh? Today, she was eager to attribute this fact to her yakuza theory, starring as another supporting evidence.
"I hope I didn't abuse your wallet to trauma."
Not that the purchased clothes weren't worth their money.
"How did you get it stuffed like that in the first place? Or is this private?"
Straightforward approaches paid off at least sometimes.
Again he smirked and noticed her look to the sake. "Most people think it tastes like paint-thinner. But you can try and see for yourself" he offered her before he took his cup of tea and emptied it a bit. Sharing his alcohol? Good sign.
"Ah well, girls are a bit picky with clothes and all" he said and slightly hinted at the amount of rather useless stuff she bought. As long as it all was undoubtedly pretty stuff like what she was wearing right now, he really didn't mind. "Well, it's no secret to say I was a hard-working man back in my world, Miss" he continued and asked himself what she might have done in her world. She was searching for a job as waitress, but his intuition told him that no ordinary waitress carries around some gun with her when stepping into her bedroom."Hard-working and not too thriftlessly" he added.
"Usually, I'm not too much into alcohol..." Maria admitted. After a short pause, she added:
"But I'll gladly give it a try." In the end, one has to be open-minded about such things.
She reached for her cup of tea. Hard-working? Now if that wasn't meaningful. Hesitating, giving it a second thought while staring into her cup, she finally somehow addressed it to her yakuza theory. If he'd done something, let's say respectable, he would probably have pronounced it in the first place, she reasoned while taking few sips. Then she exchanged the tea for sake, carefully sniffing it first.
"Smells quite strong," she uttered. She wasn't quite renowned for the ability to drink like a fish. On the other hand though, one sip wouldn't make her drunk.
She took a mouthful of sake, almost coughing with the bitter, truly alcoholic taste. After swallowing however, she noticed it wasn't that bad, at least it left no sticky aftertaste. Pascal would have approved of it.
"I've tasted much worse," she then said, giving a gentle laugh.
Highly amused he watched her. Sake has its very own taste. There's nothing that tastes similar enough to make a good comparison. One had simply to try it. Though, maybe the hot version would have been better, he mused and couldn't repress a smirk. Well, a friendly one, not one of the mocking sort. "You'll get used to it" he said and got up to fetch himself a new bottle, pretty much an invitation for some fine drinking. His usual drinking partner was Kaku, but was there anything wrong to change this with a pretty girl? Who even liked sake?
"Next time I'll give you warm sake" he said, sat down and opened his new bottle. "Suits a lady probably better. Hope you're fine with that for now. I had better stuff at home, though" he kept on some conversation just for the sake of it and took some deep sips like it was water. "Any other questions left, Miss?" he asked her with the friendliest look he could come up with. Sadly all his attempts of looking friendly ended up in looking rather cunning. He lacked a friendly face, that's it.
"About one-thousand," she chuckled.
"I mean, just for example, you're from a completely different world. Thinking about that, there already are enough things I could ask you about."
Because she was a woman indeed, she could focus on talking, yet silently think about the sake. The bottle obviously was now hers, as Jyabura had gotten another one for himself. Should I..?, she pondered before she proceeded to drink, thinking: Oh, what the heck, why not. Her boyfriend had cheated on her few days ago, she had the goddamn right to get drunk. It might be fun. And she wouldn't turn out as a problem drinker after that.
"Did you have advanced technology? Did you have a girlfriend back in your world? Did you have condoms?"
Again, she gave a little laugh.
Curiously he raised his eyebrows. "Well, yeah... we're not from the same world and comparing mine to those of others, it seems to be rather odd" he explained between some sips of sake. "In fact, compared to some other worlds, it seems really fucking crazy" he had to admit and the first effects of a bit too much alcohol over the whole day showed up. If he was perfectly dry, such vocabulary wouldn't have slipped into a conversation with a girl he obviously liked a lot, even though his normal way of words really wasn't kiddie-friendly. At all.
"Compared, it seems pretty archaic. We didn't have these computer things. But every island has its own progress of technology and all" he started, but then gave up on giving proper explanations. It would take days. He gave her a slightly surprised look, once again that undefinable blush showed up on his face. "Uh, well... she- she broke up with me a few days before I arrived here" he admitted embarassed and scratched over the scar across his eye. This was embarassing. On multiple levels.
"D-did you have a boyfriend?" he asked her bluntly, dragging the whole convo ultimately down to teenager level. "And what are condoms?"
"I did. Then he cheated on me with some Ma- bitch called Solitaire," Maria blurted out, raising her bottle with ostentation. "I mean, who's called 'Solitaire' anyway?!"
Then she gave Jyabura a slightly surprised look before smiling again.
"Oh, condoms? You pull them over your best friend to have sex without consequences."
"Card games" he replied dryly. "There are card games called like that" he added, inwardly happy over the newest news of his pretty guest being a single and silently agreeing with 'Solitaire' being a fucking stupid name for a human. It was more of a cat name anways. He intended to fill himself up with more sake, but suddenly realized that his freshly opened bottle was actually nearly empty. A long, disappointed look towards the bottle followed, then he directed it towards Maria. "You know what. That guy must be a fucking stupid asshole to cheat on you" he said and got up to fetch another bottle. Well, two. The more, the merrier.
He put the bottles in front of them, grabbed for one and opened it up. The mentioning of the word 'sex' startled him a bit, but the even weirder explanation made him think about it for a whole while. Graphically. "Over your... why would I want to do this to Kaku?!" he asked her truly surprised. That was against any laws of logics.
To sum it up briefly, Maria basically burst into laughter.
"Not Kaku!"
After stating that, she gasped for air and laughed a little more.
"Where I come from... we s'mtimes call s'mthing different 'best friend'. Your genital. Weener. Penis. Call it whatever you want."
When opening a new bottle, it was evident that she was already drunk. She started to accent words as if she was talking Italian now.
"...oh!" he said. Well, that made sense. And, thinking about it, that was... genious! Why didn't they have those things back in his world?!
"Y-you have a way with words, Maria" he said between some impressive sips, and actually used her name the first time without the formal 'Miss', summing up that he was pretty much drunk. Not even close to get knocked out, but definitely not dry anymore. "A-and don't worry about your ex ever showing up here. I'm going to chop his limbs off" he promised, and damn, he was serious, drunk or not. He also found himself a bit closer to her than before. Hell knows how he managed that.
"Awww!" A Siamese smile haunted her face just before it was hidden behind a bottle. When it sunk again, the smile was still there, persistent as ever.
"But prior to that, I'd like to kick hiiim in the nuts. For using them with some other girl. You see."
She raised her finger momentous.
"I'm not to be messed with," she stated with a dead serious tone in her voice before poking Jyabura's chest with that finger. "And you aren't, either, o' course. He should r'lyeh watch out if he finds himself here. And your ex should, too, because we are not to be messed with. Yes indeed."
Jeez. If she had the slightest idea of how sexy cute girls are that act dangerous? Even more so if they actually could be a real danger? He liked his girls classically pretty and cute and all that, but a bit of a Lara Croft attitude was like salt in the soup. "Yeah" he agreed, ignoring the feeling somewhere inside of his head that told him something was wrong with this situation. Definitely wrong. "But don't waste your time thinking about the past" he said and reached for a streak of her curly hair, playing around with it between his fingers. "Such a pretty lovely lady surely has a glorious future" he added before carefully grabbing a handfull of her hair and sorted it on her shoulder.
Maria was so wasted, she didn't notice both of them were. She didn't even perceive she was.
"I hope so."
Bearing an arcane smile on her face, she watched her finger drawing circles on the other's chest for a moment.
"I guess so," she then corrected herself, looking at the other's face again.
"I mean, with a guy like you, what else can I expect?"
A content expression wandered across her face, along with a smirk. She slightly raised her chin.
"And you don't even need to know how to use condoms. I take the pill anyway."
There was some dizzy feeling inside of his chest. This was either due to the impressive amount of alcohol he had already, or due to Maria's touch. He highly assumed it was latter as watching what she did only made it worse. Or better. Depends.
"Pill? What pill? You have a headache?" he asked her bluntly and probably not only got nominated, but also instantly won the prize for the most effectice destruction of a somewhat romantic atmosphere, even if it was caused by alcohol. Unaware of what he actually said, he continued to play around with her hair and ran the back of his hand over her jawline.
Again, she laughed.
"Nonono," she then tenderly said, pointing her finger at the ceiling again. "The pill is... you take it to have sex without unwanted reee-sults. We've got lots of that stuff. Y'see..." Teacher Maria was striking again.
"Back in my world, there's sex almost ev'rywhere." She pointed back at the door frame with her thumb. "There." Then she pointed at the innocent looking table, home to the guilty bottles. "There." She put her index finger's tip on Jyabura's lower lip, giving a grin. "And there."
And she kissed him.
"See?"
Slightly irritated he followed her pointing finger with his eyes. Man, that was some stone cold crazy world she came from, that was sure. However, he really didn't mind the result of this.
"Hmhmmm..." he hummed satisfied and slowly put his arm around her neck. For a second he lost control of his body for a bit and let it rest too heavy around her shoulders. So definitely drunk. Quickly he eased the weight, but dragged her closer to him. Carefully. "Your world is really interesting. Even more interesting than New York" he admitted and inhaled her scent. That was somewhere there under the heavy scent of sake. Which wasn't a bad note at all. He tilted his head to the side a bit to give her a kiss. "Maria" he started when he was done, "you taste like cherry" he stated.
"Surprises me," she whispered, "for I am not-a cherry girl anymoar." Amusedly, the corners of her mouth curled upwards. She was no person mourning constantly, but the alcohol made her smile as persistent as a crazy fanboy crying for an autograph of his stalking victim.
She clinged to Jyabura's back with one arm. The other one was busy with making her fingers play around with strands of his beard.
"Did you know facial hair attractse females-as-a sign of masculinity?"
He put his other arm around Maria, pulling her more or less on his lap and ignoring the fact that he could use said other arm for balance purposes. Well fuck that. Gravity is a cool thing, after all. "Yeah?" he asked her with a smirk. "Why you think I have so much of it? A-and did you know walking around in s-such clothes leads a man to..." he stuttered, seriously thinking about a diplomatic way of words. "To um... to thoughts, you know?" he finished his sentence masterfully and ran a hand through her hair. If there would have been any equivalent to a cat's purr for dogs, he would have done it now.
However, the painful voice in his head that screamed already something was very wrong about everything right now got only louder. He huffed and blindly reached for any kind of bottle that still must have been there, grabbed it and took some mighty sips until he emptied it. The fucking voice was gone. Jeez. Was about damn fucking time. Okay, so the walls seemed to move now, the floor too, but whatever. He threw the bottle on the floor that rolled away with a glassy sound and focused all his thoughts, or whatever was left of them, to his lady again with a look that almost said 'Sorry for the interruption'.
"Yeah. Thoughts." he repeated and hugged her closer, manifestating his thoughts quite definite by now.
"Rather hard thoughts s'mtimes," Maria softly admitted, fumbling with Jyabura's shirt. She kissed him again, tidily stealing any drops of bitter sake left in his mouth.
"But I guessa you're not quite dislikin' them, no?" Her mouth wandered to Jyabura's jawline.
"S'mtimes," she started after a small pause, whispering into his ear, "women do hard thinking, too..." Fingers feeling for the were's sixpack, nearly scanning the muscles. Then her hand was raised again.
"Could you hand me my bottle of ssakay, pleaz'?" She asked before she was getting too busy with treating Jyabura's face and neck to do it herself.
Disliking?! Was she kidding him?!
He nearly overheard her question, as he was busy by himself to explore her hips and sides with his hands and to cover every part of her neck and shoulders he could reach with kisses, slowly turning it into soft biting. It hit him like lightning, though. Maybe his rationality was drown in alcohol long ago. Not his qualities as host, though. "Wha-? Y-yes, yes of course!" he uttered out of breath and put his chin on her shoulder, again blindly reaching for any kind of bottle around. There, got one. Oh, yeah. Empty. There must be another one around, he thought, but Maria's caresses were distracting, to make it short. Fine. Luckily there was at least one room in this house that would never be out of alcohol.
Surprisingly ably he got on his feet and picked his girl up. "I'm on my way" he promised and carried her through the house towards his rooms in wiggly lines, often enough hit his shoulders against various door frames, but surprisingly enough payed enough attention to not let Maria get hurt even a bit. Carefully he put her on the futon and fetched a full bottle of high quality sake out of some closet. Desperate man have weird places to hide their alcohol.
He tried a sip. Not bad, but too warm. Or maybe the room was too warm. Fucking jacket. After he got rid of it, he joined Maria in a mixture between lying next and on top of her, pushed the bottle into her hand and continued his quest of biting along her neck carefully.
Giggling as she hadn't only drunk two bottles of sake but also had smoked two pieces, she clinged to Jyabura's now-bare back singlehanded whilst taking a sip from the sake.
"There's s'mthing I've always wanted to... try..." Approving of Jyabura's actions with a tender hum under the giggling, she took another mouthful of sake before putting the bottle aside, hopefully safely as she didn't exactly care for it two seconds later. Her fingers found their way on his chin again just to bring his face closer to hers, seconds later experiencing a drunk tongue dance in a bath of Japanese alcohol.
"You spilled some," she noticed after most of the sake was gone, focussing on few lucent drops making their way over the were's chin along his neck with some minor difficulties. Or major ones, like Maria following their glossy trails, now hugging him with both hands, running her fingers over the muscular physique awaiting them.
That use of sake was fairly new to him and irritated him. For a second or two. Then, it had his entire approval.
"You spilled it, you shameful woman" he said breathlessly with a tone of allegation, but a smirk on his face. For two people who were thinking about shooting a bullet between each other's eyes or ripping their arms off a mere week ago, things go quite well, he thought as he placed himself on top of Maria, but without crushing her. Clearly more impatient than before, or more passionate, he covered her neck and chest in caressing nibbling and his hands wandered up to her breasts. Even through the fabric he had to admit that she was pretty... well-built for someone so seemingly tiny and fragile. This assumption turned out as entirely true after his hands went under her nightgown, exploring various interesting places and curves. More so when he disrobed her, focussing hands and lips on her breasts.
He stopped for a second, that tiny voice popping up in his mind again. However, it was definitely too late now. Fuck you, reasoning, he thought while getting rid off his pants. Tenderly he stroked Maria's cheek and pushed himself inside of her carefully. Hurting her was the last thing he wanted. Not in his current determination of pleasing her.
Noise left her lips, not really articulated but nontheless meaningful words with a raising voice. Almost like a question. What?, she asked her head, her glowing head, glowing like the rest. Oh, her head answered, you're probably drunk and with some guy, and now you two ultimately decided to screw each other's head off. Oh, OK, Maria told her head. I approve of this. It was about time anyway. And turned it off again.
She clasped Jyabura's pelvis with her legs, holding tight onto the thewy body above. Because her mouth was pretty close to Jyabura's ear, he could get a decent impression of her heated moaning voice.
Oh, Jyabura had a lot of decent impressions of various things in that moment. Summed up it led him to a world of pleasure and with him Maria. Interesting that someone who wasn't able to walk a straight line was however able to concentrate on things that no one would have believed him to even know. He kept on with a steady rythm, quickened it to then swap between slow and careful and fast and rude thrusts, never losing attention to Maria's welfare. He stopped several times for a few seconds to delay his climax or even to tease Maria, concentrating on caressing her breasts before he took her a bit further than before, obviously enjoying his leading role.
However, impressive stamina or not, the longer it lasted the better it felt and nothing held him back when Maria had reached the peak of her climax, as he finally came with a satisfied shudder and a deep moan, being surprisingly quiet during the whole past act. With a wild heartbeat he got off her and came to rest beside her, catching his breath for a couple of time before he put his arm around her.
"I could do this again" he said wearily.
Panting for air, Maria managed to flash a content smile. She gently towed a streak of Jyabura's beard before poking her tongue out at him.
"Then do," she whispered.
Oh... dear.
A pounding, excruciating headache flashed behind her forehead, touring its new flat, then finally it settled in just to wake Maria up with cranium-shattering pain. It left her a bit stunned in the first place; she barely even recognised the source of pain at first. Slowly though, it came to her - and made her wonder. Normally, she didn't wake up with a terrible headache like this. Sometimes she got one if she was discussing heftily again, but she rarely ever woke up with one.
Except for...
No.
Focussing on other feelings, she noticed piercing light penetrating her eyelids, sensed soft fabric touching most of her skin and warm dermis where the fabric was missing. A stinging sense of recognition came across and poked her into the eyelids. Ooh, let go, she grumbled tiredly in her mind, I wouldn't do that. But the sense persistently digged out some dim memories and showed them to Maria. Sake. Spilled sake. And now take a good look at your current situation. What else did it supposedly lead to, huh?!
Shyly, Maria lifted her lid, and impressions of facial hair and a muscular physique added up to the conclusion that Jyabura and she obviously had spent their night with some pleasant activities. Slightly faint pictures crawled through her mind. Oh... dear. She blushed and bit her lower lip, deciding that she should get away in the first place, awaiting his reaction. Usually, she wasn't too prude. But that was... different. Few days after arriving in a completely new world, she obviously decided to sleep with the guy who kindly had offered her a stay. That almost sounded like some slutty gratitude action, and she wasn't even counting the alcohol in. Though she wasn't a person completely abstaining from one night stands, it made her look like that kind of girl. That kind she surely wasn't. Again, she blushed.
Carefully, she tried to make her way out of Jyabura's futon without waking him up. Which proved more difficult than she had estimated it in the first place. It sure wasn't easy to tenderly wrestle out a buff guy insisting to hug you in his sleep, especially if it would prove handier for you to keep him asleep.
After a bit of fumbling and frowning, Maria sighed. Okay. Direct approach.
"Jyabura..." She whispered into his ear and slightly poked him into his cheek. "Let go of me please?"
Somewhere from far away he heard a voice that slowly woke him up from a dreamless sleep. Somebody called his name. A soft, pretty voice asking for something. Oh, he recognized the voice. And the begging tone. What... wonderful connotations were made in his mind! Still being half asleep, he smiled as memories popped up in his head. "Please? What, again? Don't you... ever have enough..." he mumbled and blinked a few times, instantly shocked by the morning light. He usually got up far before the sun was rising. Usually his room didn't stink like sweat and alcohol, too. Especially not that kind of sweat. And usually he didn't woke up with a naked woman in his arms.
Headache was striking. He would have less problems than Maria, though, being used to consume horrid amounts of alcohol. But he would have a tremendous problem with what happened last night, as he wasn't into any one night stands at all. Least with a guest. Too many thoughts flooded his mind at once. It felt like he just got a heartattack as he fully awoke from one second to another, realizing what the fuck had happened. Dear God. No.
He stared at Maria in complete shock. "What?" he asked her helplessly.
Okay. Now he woke up. Still, nothing she couldn't handle. Right?
"Oh, I- I was just trying to get up and make some coffee," Maria explained with a suave, lowered voice, oppressing the urge to lay her index finger's tip on Jyabura's lower lip, "but you're a bit hard to outwrestle when asleep."
A timid, slightly helpless smile visited her face. Acting as if nothing had happened? Why not?
She either was still very, very drunk or she didn't mind what happened. Which was good in one way: at least he had assurance he didn't fell over her like a starving animal. Um, against her will, at least. It still wasn't alright, morally. "Uh, wha-? OH!" he uttered with a massive blush and let her go, just to get in the next dilemma with the lack of clothes. He simply turned away his head from her and covered the side of his face with one hand, with the other trying to cover certain parts of his body with any kind of avaiable fabric.
"M-m-iss Maria, I'm...!" he started, no idea where to begin. "What did we-, what happened?! I-I'm sorry!" he continued short of breath. If he had planned to make Maria drunk and lay her down, he was damn good in acting like a man that couldn't make a deal with his conscience and such behaviour. "I-I won't look, y-you can get dressed and leave and... I'm sorry!" he babbled on, fairly sure that Maria would leave the house with such an immoral landlord. How embarrassing. And dishonorable. And... everything.
It took her a few seconds until she spotted her nightgown on the futon's edge. She grabbed it and mantled her skin. With that task accomplished, she decided now to take care of Jyabura who obviously seemed not to be the one-night-stand-kind of guy.
"You don't have to be," she stated softly, pausing briefly before placing her hand on his shoulder.
"It wasn't your..." Fault sounded too wrong because she was actually pretty fine with sex of most sorts. Okay, maybe it was a little too late to ask him if he had AIDS. But apart from that...
"I'm liable, too," she then said. "A-and there's... well, I think there was nothing wrong with it, but..."
She removed her hand again. Maybe she misinterpreted his words. Her behaviour might have terribly embarrassed him. Judging from his acting...
"I- I can leave, if you want me to..."
Her touch made him tremble. He counted with a fine bitchslap maybe, but not with a touch of the comforting sort. Jyabura had a good picture of Maria. She was kind and polite, maybe she was so kind and polite to play down what happened to make him feel better. And herself too. Considering those things he loved to think the classical, sexist way. All responsibility for this goes to him as he's the man and Maria was his guest. What just made it worse. Not that he'd feel much better if she was the girl next door, but...
Still he couldn't look at her. "Miss, I didn't do this on purpose. It was an... accident." he said, but noticed that it didn't sound very believable at all. "I started with the alcohol and... I'm very sorry. I'm glad you don't mind..." he added, but he really wasn't sure if Maria meant it. Technically he didn't mind either, because it was a hell of a night. Positively. "I um... don't expect you to believe me and if you want to leave, I understand" he continued and rubbed his hand over his nose awkwardly, trying to hide yet another blush. "...but I don't want you to." he added quietly. It was very likely that all of this never happened if he at least didn't have a minor crush on her.
"A nice accident at least," she said with an unseen smile she directed at Jyabura's back instead.
"Aww, no. I won't leave." Maria came a bit closer on all fours. "I mean, I don't know about you - but I've had a good time."
Drinking till intoxication alone had been a long time ago for her as she mostly had to keep a calm head in the situations she was currently facing. And a bit of bed action wasn't bad, either. Especially now that she was single again.
"And you don't have to... be embarrassed or something. If it's my fault, I'm sorry. But you don't... I don't think you have to worry about that."
Again, she creeped a bit closer, dwelled silently and finally managed to reach for that back turned to her. She gave Jyabura a hug from the behind.
We could repeat it when sober, she determined in the quiet. However, she abstained from pronouncing her thoughts.
"He, I'm glad" he smirked and indeed felt a bit better. Okay, so it still was all horribly embarassing and he just didn't like it that both of them lost control like that. It was a personality-thing. But that she took it so easy made it a lot of easier for him too.
The hug surprised him a bit, but inwardly Jyabura was glad that he could enjoy the situation. If not morally, at least physically. He turned around to return her gesture. Well... that felt good when not drunk, he thought. That felt even better. His touch was calmer and more affectionate than in the drunken state. But more shy, too. Though they couldn't go further than they just had. Oh well. "Coffee is no cure for a hangover" he said after a while, still hugging Maria. "You need to drink a lot of water. And need lot of sleep" he explained, obviously experienced in that kind of things. "And good you take the pill..." he added with a smirk.
Rating; NC-17 (Language, alcohol, sex. The "Consuming alcohol while having sex"-way)
Characters; Maria [
lorenzavirgine] & Jyabura [maten_rou]Summary; The evening before, the night when and the morning after two people get massively drunk and decide to have fun all imaginable adult ways! ♥
Log;
That was one oddly long day.
Especially the shopping part.
However, Jyabura had promised Maria to go and buy some clothes with her in the City centre, because he couldn't let her run around wearing his shirts, which were more than just a bit too large for her. But showing her the most important parts of the City, mainly the good bars, would have been more fun if he wasn't carrying along an impressive amount of bags filled with whatever the girl had to buy. He came to the conclusion women needed the oddest things. Not that he minded. Neither that she spent his money (well, he offered it, had brought enough of it back from an earlier trip home and considering his profession he was anything but poor), nor the bag-thing. Actually he felt quite good to make her stay at this place a bit easier this way. When he arrived, Kaku was here with a furnitured apartment and some basic knowledge. It must be horrible to arrive here to stay in some foreign place all by yourself with no one from your own world around. The mere thought gave him a headache.
It was early evening and he was glad they were at home. Finally. He hated being outside Xanadu, and the freaks seldomly came to wreak some havoc here. Kaku wasn't at home again, minding his own business somewhere, and given the fact that no classical music was to hear, the annoying cat was outside too. At least a bit serenity, he thought while he sat down with a bottle of sake to the floor in the living room and opened it up. Maybe he should make Maria and himself some tea while she was unpacking her stuff upstairs he continued his thought and took a deep sip.
What an amazing amount of clothes, Maria thought while overwieving a pile of mixed clothing, next to a pile of bags. She had had to buy the contents of a heavy mahogany wardrobe anew. Actually, she had kind of a routine concerning that. Back in her world, she periodically had had to stow half of her clothes into two suitcases and - at least sometimes - take flight immediately. The other half left behind usually meant buying replacements. Still, buying a complete wardrobe that way was somehow new to her. Especially because she didn't have to look at the prices too closely. Of course, she didn't try to make Jyabura go bankrupt, but he had invited her, completely sane and in knowledge of her femininity in this moment. It seemed that he wasn't too close to insolvency anyway.
Skimming the price tags while removing them and estimating the overall charges while folding the clothes, she ultimately managed to wonder. How much money does this guy have? She didn't know any legal ways to earn such an amount of money except for jobs involving stardom. It wasn't difficult to imagine Jyabura performing mafia-esque activities. Tattoos, scars, hell of copiousness... He reminded her of Sunichi, a yakuza that had married into the Santargo family few years ago.
That might turn out even more convenient than expected, she thought silently and decided to replace Jyabura's quite too large shirt with some comfortable wear she bought. A knee-length nightgown and a semitransparent, ankle-length caftan. Making herself at home and everything. She was no person to mind that this kind of dress could actually... send out signals. Although she was a person that reacted highly sensitive to most of them.
After passing the stairs, she flashed a smile to Jyabura when catching sight of a teapot and two cups on the living room's table.
"At least I didn't exhaust you too much to make tea," she stated with slight amusement.
"There's always enough time and energy left for tea" he answered while taking the sake bottle off his lips. A crossdrinker. Whoever spent a little more time with him must notice that he practically runs on and poured amounts inside of him that would knock out a horse. Or two. Rather unconspicuously he eyed her dress for the split of a second. Whether the blush on his face came from unspoken approval of her clothes or from the effects of sake wasn't really clear. "I hope you're provided for now with all that... girl's stuff" he said after clearing his throat and swapping sake with green tea, filling their cups with quick routined moves.
"But if something's still missing, let me know" he said and lay down on the floor. Well, not that there were any chairs or a sofa to begin with. Damn minimalistic Japanese furnishing. And not that stuff like that would have any use, considering the size of the table. He put his elbow against the floor and his head rested on the hand. "Carrying your bags is almost a good alternative for training" he smirked.
"Now guess why I'm able to calmly aim with a gun one kilo heavy. Single-handed, if I have to. Though most of the time safety goes first..."
Flashing another smile, Maria took a seat on the floor next to Jyabura. She took a short look at the bottle of sake on the table. Japanese alcohol, huh? Today, she was eager to attribute this fact to her yakuza theory, starring as another supporting evidence.
"I hope I didn't abuse your wallet to trauma."
Not that the purchased clothes weren't worth their money.
"How did you get it stuffed like that in the first place? Or is this private?"
Straightforward approaches paid off at least sometimes.
Again he smirked and noticed her look to the sake. "Most people think it tastes like paint-thinner. But you can try and see for yourself" he offered her before he took his cup of tea and emptied it a bit. Sharing his alcohol? Good sign.
"Ah well, girls are a bit picky with clothes and all" he said and slightly hinted at the amount of rather useless stuff she bought. As long as it all was undoubtedly pretty stuff like what she was wearing right now, he really didn't mind. "Well, it's no secret to say I was a hard-working man back in my world, Miss" he continued and asked himself what she might have done in her world. She was searching for a job as waitress, but his intuition told him that no ordinary waitress carries around some gun with her when stepping into her bedroom."Hard-working and not too thriftlessly" he added.
"Usually, I'm not too much into alcohol..." Maria admitted. After a short pause, she added:
"But I'll gladly give it a try." In the end, one has to be open-minded about such things.
She reached for her cup of tea. Hard-working? Now if that wasn't meaningful. Hesitating, giving it a second thought while staring into her cup, she finally somehow addressed it to her yakuza theory. If he'd done something, let's say respectable, he would probably have pronounced it in the first place, she reasoned while taking few sips. Then she exchanged the tea for sake, carefully sniffing it first.
"Smells quite strong," she uttered. She wasn't quite renowned for the ability to drink like a fish. On the other hand though, one sip wouldn't make her drunk.
She took a mouthful of sake, almost coughing with the bitter, truly alcoholic taste. After swallowing however, she noticed it wasn't that bad, at least it left no sticky aftertaste. Pascal would have approved of it.
"I've tasted much worse," she then said, giving a gentle laugh.
Highly amused he watched her. Sake has its very own taste. There's nothing that tastes similar enough to make a good comparison. One had simply to try it. Though, maybe the hot version would have been better, he mused and couldn't repress a smirk. Well, a friendly one, not one of the mocking sort. "You'll get used to it" he said and got up to fetch himself a new bottle, pretty much an invitation for some fine drinking. His usual drinking partner was Kaku, but was there anything wrong to change this with a pretty girl? Who even liked sake?
"Next time I'll give you warm sake" he said, sat down and opened his new bottle. "Suits a lady probably better. Hope you're fine with that for now. I had better stuff at home, though" he kept on some conversation just for the sake of it and took some deep sips like it was water. "Any other questions left, Miss?" he asked her with the friendliest look he could come up with. Sadly all his attempts of looking friendly ended up in looking rather cunning. He lacked a friendly face, that's it.
"About one-thousand," she chuckled.
"I mean, just for example, you're from a completely different world. Thinking about that, there already are enough things I could ask you about."
Because she was a woman indeed, she could focus on talking, yet silently think about the sake. The bottle obviously was now hers, as Jyabura had gotten another one for himself. Should I..?, she pondered before she proceeded to drink, thinking: Oh, what the heck, why not. Her boyfriend had cheated on her few days ago, she had the goddamn right to get drunk. It might be fun. And she wouldn't turn out as a problem drinker after that.
"Did you have advanced technology? Did you have a girlfriend back in your world? Did you have condoms?"
Again, she gave a little laugh.
Curiously he raised his eyebrows. "Well, yeah... we're not from the same world and comparing mine to those of others, it seems to be rather odd" he explained between some sips of sake. "In fact, compared to some other worlds, it seems really fucking crazy" he had to admit and the first effects of a bit too much alcohol over the whole day showed up. If he was perfectly dry, such vocabulary wouldn't have slipped into a conversation with a girl he obviously liked a lot, even though his normal way of words really wasn't kiddie-friendly. At all.
"Compared, it seems pretty archaic. We didn't have these computer things. But every island has its own progress of technology and all" he started, but then gave up on giving proper explanations. It would take days. He gave her a slightly surprised look, once again that undefinable blush showed up on his face. "Uh, well... she- she broke up with me a few days before I arrived here" he admitted embarassed and scratched over the scar across his eye. This was embarassing. On multiple levels.
"D-did you have a boyfriend?" he asked her bluntly, dragging the whole convo ultimately down to teenager level. "And what are condoms?"
"I did. Then he cheated on me with some Ma- bitch called Solitaire," Maria blurted out, raising her bottle with ostentation. "I mean, who's called 'Solitaire' anyway?!"
Then she gave Jyabura a slightly surprised look before smiling again.
"Oh, condoms? You pull them over your best friend to have sex without consequences."
"Card games" he replied dryly. "There are card games called like that" he added, inwardly happy over the newest news of his pretty guest being a single and silently agreeing with 'Solitaire' being a fucking stupid name for a human. It was more of a cat name anways. He intended to fill himself up with more sake, but suddenly realized that his freshly opened bottle was actually nearly empty. A long, disappointed look towards the bottle followed, then he directed it towards Maria. "You know what. That guy must be a fucking stupid asshole to cheat on you" he said and got up to fetch another bottle. Well, two. The more, the merrier.
He put the bottles in front of them, grabbed for one and opened it up. The mentioning of the word 'sex' startled him a bit, but the even weirder explanation made him think about it for a whole while. Graphically. "Over your... why would I want to do this to Kaku?!" he asked her truly surprised. That was against any laws of logics.
To sum it up briefly, Maria basically burst into laughter.
"Not Kaku!"
After stating that, she gasped for air and laughed a little more.
"Where I come from... we s'mtimes call s'mthing different 'best friend'. Your genital. Weener. Penis. Call it whatever you want."
When opening a new bottle, it was evident that she was already drunk. She started to accent words as if she was talking Italian now.
"...oh!" he said. Well, that made sense. And, thinking about it, that was... genious! Why didn't they have those things back in his world?!
"Y-you have a way with words, Maria" he said between some impressive sips, and actually used her name the first time without the formal 'Miss', summing up that he was pretty much drunk. Not even close to get knocked out, but definitely not dry anymore. "A-and don't worry about your ex ever showing up here. I'm going to chop his limbs off" he promised, and damn, he was serious, drunk or not. He also found himself a bit closer to her than before. Hell knows how he managed that.
"Awww!" A Siamese smile haunted her face just before it was hidden behind a bottle. When it sunk again, the smile was still there, persistent as ever.
"But prior to that, I'd like to kick hiiim in the nuts. For using them with some other girl. You see."
She raised her finger momentous.
"I'm not to be messed with," she stated with a dead serious tone in her voice before poking Jyabura's chest with that finger. "And you aren't, either, o' course. He should r'lyeh watch out if he finds himself here. And your ex should, too, because we are not to be messed with. Yes indeed."
Jeez. If she had the slightest idea of how sexy cute girls are that act dangerous? Even more so if they actually could be a real danger? He liked his girls classically pretty and cute and all that, but a bit of a Lara Croft attitude was like salt in the soup. "Yeah" he agreed, ignoring the feeling somewhere inside of his head that told him something was wrong with this situation. Definitely wrong. "But don't waste your time thinking about the past" he said and reached for a streak of her curly hair, playing around with it between his fingers. "Such a pretty lovely lady surely has a glorious future" he added before carefully grabbing a handfull of her hair and sorted it on her shoulder.
Maria was so wasted, she didn't notice both of them were. She didn't even perceive she was.
"I hope so."
Bearing an arcane smile on her face, she watched her finger drawing circles on the other's chest for a moment.
"I guess so," she then corrected herself, looking at the other's face again.
"I mean, with a guy like you, what else can I expect?"
A content expression wandered across her face, along with a smirk. She slightly raised her chin.
"And you don't even need to know how to use condoms. I take the pill anyway."
There was some dizzy feeling inside of his chest. This was either due to the impressive amount of alcohol he had already, or due to Maria's touch. He highly assumed it was latter as watching what she did only made it worse. Or better. Depends.
"Pill? What pill? You have a headache?" he asked her bluntly and probably not only got nominated, but also instantly won the prize for the most effectice destruction of a somewhat romantic atmosphere, even if it was caused by alcohol. Unaware of what he actually said, he continued to play around with her hair and ran the back of his hand over her jawline.
Again, she laughed.
"Nonono," she then tenderly said, pointing her finger at the ceiling again. "The pill is... you take it to have sex without unwanted reee-sults. We've got lots of that stuff. Y'see..." Teacher Maria was striking again.
"Back in my world, there's sex almost ev'rywhere." She pointed back at the door frame with her thumb. "There." Then she pointed at the innocent looking table, home to the guilty bottles. "There." She put her index finger's tip on Jyabura's lower lip, giving a grin. "And there."
And she kissed him.
"See?"
Slightly irritated he followed her pointing finger with his eyes. Man, that was some stone cold crazy world she came from, that was sure. However, he really didn't mind the result of this.
"Hmhmmm..." he hummed satisfied and slowly put his arm around her neck. For a second he lost control of his body for a bit and let it rest too heavy around her shoulders. So definitely drunk. Quickly he eased the weight, but dragged her closer to him. Carefully. "Your world is really interesting. Even more interesting than New York" he admitted and inhaled her scent. That was somewhere there under the heavy scent of sake. Which wasn't a bad note at all. He tilted his head to the side a bit to give her a kiss. "Maria" he started when he was done, "you taste like cherry" he stated.
"Surprises me," she whispered, "for I am not-a cherry girl anymoar." Amusedly, the corners of her mouth curled upwards. She was no person mourning constantly, but the alcohol made her smile as persistent as a crazy fanboy crying for an autograph of his stalking victim.
She clinged to Jyabura's back with one arm. The other one was busy with making her fingers play around with strands of his beard.
"Did you know facial hair attractse females-as-a sign of masculinity?"
He put his other arm around Maria, pulling her more or less on his lap and ignoring the fact that he could use said other arm for balance purposes. Well fuck that. Gravity is a cool thing, after all. "Yeah?" he asked her with a smirk. "Why you think I have so much of it? A-and did you know walking around in s-such clothes leads a man to..." he stuttered, seriously thinking about a diplomatic way of words. "To um... to thoughts, you know?" he finished his sentence masterfully and ran a hand through her hair. If there would have been any equivalent to a cat's purr for dogs, he would have done it now.
However, the painful voice in his head that screamed already something was very wrong about everything right now got only louder. He huffed and blindly reached for any kind of bottle that still must have been there, grabbed it and took some mighty sips until he emptied it. The fucking voice was gone. Jeez. Was about damn fucking time. Okay, so the walls seemed to move now, the floor too, but whatever. He threw the bottle on the floor that rolled away with a glassy sound and focused all his thoughts, or whatever was left of them, to his lady again with a look that almost said 'Sorry for the interruption'.
"Yeah. Thoughts." he repeated and hugged her closer, manifestating his thoughts quite definite by now.
"Rather hard thoughts s'mtimes," Maria softly admitted, fumbling with Jyabura's shirt. She kissed him again, tidily stealing any drops of bitter sake left in his mouth.
"But I guessa you're not quite dislikin' them, no?" Her mouth wandered to Jyabura's jawline.
"S'mtimes," she started after a small pause, whispering into his ear, "women do hard thinking, too..." Fingers feeling for the were's sixpack, nearly scanning the muscles. Then her hand was raised again.
"Could you hand me my bottle of ssakay, pleaz'?" She asked before she was getting too busy with treating Jyabura's face and neck to do it herself.
Disliking?! Was she kidding him?!
He nearly overheard her question, as he was busy by himself to explore her hips and sides with his hands and to cover every part of her neck and shoulders he could reach with kisses, slowly turning it into soft biting. It hit him like lightning, though. Maybe his rationality was drown in alcohol long ago. Not his qualities as host, though. "Wha-? Y-yes, yes of course!" he uttered out of breath and put his chin on her shoulder, again blindly reaching for any kind of bottle around. There, got one. Oh, yeah. Empty. There must be another one around, he thought, but Maria's caresses were distracting, to make it short. Fine. Luckily there was at least one room in this house that would never be out of alcohol.
Surprisingly ably he got on his feet and picked his girl up. "I'm on my way" he promised and carried her through the house towards his rooms in wiggly lines, often enough hit his shoulders against various door frames, but surprisingly enough payed enough attention to not let Maria get hurt even a bit. Carefully he put her on the futon and fetched a full bottle of high quality sake out of some closet. Desperate man have weird places to hide their alcohol.
He tried a sip. Not bad, but too warm. Or maybe the room was too warm. Fucking jacket. After he got rid of it, he joined Maria in a mixture between lying next and on top of her, pushed the bottle into her hand and continued his quest of biting along her neck carefully.
Giggling as she hadn't only drunk two bottles of sake but also had smoked two pieces, she clinged to Jyabura's now-bare back singlehanded whilst taking a sip from the sake.
"There's s'mthing I've always wanted to... try..." Approving of Jyabura's actions with a tender hum under the giggling, she took another mouthful of sake before putting the bottle aside, hopefully safely as she didn't exactly care for it two seconds later. Her fingers found their way on his chin again just to bring his face closer to hers, seconds later experiencing a drunk tongue dance in a bath of Japanese alcohol.
"You spilled some," she noticed after most of the sake was gone, focussing on few lucent drops making their way over the were's chin along his neck with some minor difficulties. Or major ones, like Maria following their glossy trails, now hugging him with both hands, running her fingers over the muscular physique awaiting them.
That use of sake was fairly new to him and irritated him. For a second or two. Then, it had his entire approval.
"You spilled it, you shameful woman" he said breathlessly with a tone of allegation, but a smirk on his face. For two people who were thinking about shooting a bullet between each other's eyes or ripping their arms off a mere week ago, things go quite well, he thought as he placed himself on top of Maria, but without crushing her. Clearly more impatient than before, or more passionate, he covered her neck and chest in caressing nibbling and his hands wandered up to her breasts. Even through the fabric he had to admit that she was pretty... well-built for someone so seemingly tiny and fragile. This assumption turned out as entirely true after his hands went under her nightgown, exploring various interesting places and curves. More so when he disrobed her, focussing hands and lips on her breasts.
He stopped for a second, that tiny voice popping up in his mind again. However, it was definitely too late now. Fuck you, reasoning, he thought while getting rid off his pants. Tenderly he stroked Maria's cheek and pushed himself inside of her carefully. Hurting her was the last thing he wanted. Not in his current determination of pleasing her.
Noise left her lips, not really articulated but nontheless meaningful words with a raising voice. Almost like a question. What?, she asked her head, her glowing head, glowing like the rest. Oh, her head answered, you're probably drunk and with some guy, and now you two ultimately decided to screw each other's head off. Oh, OK, Maria told her head. I approve of this. It was about time anyway. And turned it off again.
She clasped Jyabura's pelvis with her legs, holding tight onto the thewy body above. Because her mouth was pretty close to Jyabura's ear, he could get a decent impression of her heated moaning voice.
Oh, Jyabura had a lot of decent impressions of various things in that moment. Summed up it led him to a world of pleasure and with him Maria. Interesting that someone who wasn't able to walk a straight line was however able to concentrate on things that no one would have believed him to even know. He kept on with a steady rythm, quickened it to then swap between slow and careful and fast and rude thrusts, never losing attention to Maria's welfare. He stopped several times for a few seconds to delay his climax or even to tease Maria, concentrating on caressing her breasts before he took her a bit further than before, obviously enjoying his leading role.
However, impressive stamina or not, the longer it lasted the better it felt and nothing held him back when Maria had reached the peak of her climax, as he finally came with a satisfied shudder and a deep moan, being surprisingly quiet during the whole past act. With a wild heartbeat he got off her and came to rest beside her, catching his breath for a couple of time before he put his arm around her.
"I could do this again" he said wearily.
Panting for air, Maria managed to flash a content smile. She gently towed a streak of Jyabura's beard before poking her tongue out at him.
"Then do," she whispered.
Oh... dear.
A pounding, excruciating headache flashed behind her forehead, touring its new flat, then finally it settled in just to wake Maria up with cranium-shattering pain. It left her a bit stunned in the first place; she barely even recognised the source of pain at first. Slowly though, it came to her - and made her wonder. Normally, she didn't wake up with a terrible headache like this. Sometimes she got one if she was discussing heftily again, but she rarely ever woke up with one.
Except for...
No.
Focussing on other feelings, she noticed piercing light penetrating her eyelids, sensed soft fabric touching most of her skin and warm dermis where the fabric was missing. A stinging sense of recognition came across and poked her into the eyelids. Ooh, let go, she grumbled tiredly in her mind, I wouldn't do that. But the sense persistently digged out some dim memories and showed them to Maria. Sake. Spilled sake. And now take a good look at your current situation. What else did it supposedly lead to, huh?!
Shyly, Maria lifted her lid, and impressions of facial hair and a muscular physique added up to the conclusion that Jyabura and she obviously had spent their night with some pleasant activities. Slightly faint pictures crawled through her mind. Oh... dear. She blushed and bit her lower lip, deciding that she should get away in the first place, awaiting his reaction. Usually, she wasn't too prude. But that was... different. Few days after arriving in a completely new world, she obviously decided to sleep with the guy who kindly had offered her a stay. That almost sounded like some slutty gratitude action, and she wasn't even counting the alcohol in. Though she wasn't a person completely abstaining from one night stands, it made her look like that kind of girl. That kind she surely wasn't. Again, she blushed.
Carefully, she tried to make her way out of Jyabura's futon without waking him up. Which proved more difficult than she had estimated it in the first place. It sure wasn't easy to tenderly wrestle out a buff guy insisting to hug you in his sleep, especially if it would prove handier for you to keep him asleep.
After a bit of fumbling and frowning, Maria sighed. Okay. Direct approach.
"Jyabura..." She whispered into his ear and slightly poked him into his cheek. "Let go of me please?"
Somewhere from far away he heard a voice that slowly woke him up from a dreamless sleep. Somebody called his name. A soft, pretty voice asking for something. Oh, he recognized the voice. And the begging tone. What... wonderful connotations were made in his mind! Still being half asleep, he smiled as memories popped up in his head. "Please? What, again? Don't you... ever have enough..." he mumbled and blinked a few times, instantly shocked by the morning light. He usually got up far before the sun was rising. Usually his room didn't stink like sweat and alcohol, too. Especially not that kind of sweat. And usually he didn't woke up with a naked woman in his arms.
Headache was striking. He would have less problems than Maria, though, being used to consume horrid amounts of alcohol. But he would have a tremendous problem with what happened last night, as he wasn't into any one night stands at all. Least with a guest. Too many thoughts flooded his mind at once. It felt like he just got a heartattack as he fully awoke from one second to another, realizing what the fuck had happened. Dear God. No.
He stared at Maria in complete shock. "What?" he asked her helplessly.
Okay. Now he woke up. Still, nothing she couldn't handle. Right?
"Oh, I- I was just trying to get up and make some coffee," Maria explained with a suave, lowered voice, oppressing the urge to lay her index finger's tip on Jyabura's lower lip, "but you're a bit hard to outwrestle when asleep."
A timid, slightly helpless smile visited her face. Acting as if nothing had happened? Why not?
She either was still very, very drunk or she didn't mind what happened. Which was good in one way: at least he had assurance he didn't fell over her like a starving animal. Um, against her will, at least. It still wasn't alright, morally. "Uh, wha-? OH!" he uttered with a massive blush and let her go, just to get in the next dilemma with the lack of clothes. He simply turned away his head from her and covered the side of his face with one hand, with the other trying to cover certain parts of his body with any kind of avaiable fabric.
"M-m-iss Maria, I'm...!" he started, no idea where to begin. "What did we-, what happened?! I-I'm sorry!" he continued short of breath. If he had planned to make Maria drunk and lay her down, he was damn good in acting like a man that couldn't make a deal with his conscience and such behaviour. "I-I won't look, y-you can get dressed and leave and... I'm sorry!" he babbled on, fairly sure that Maria would leave the house with such an immoral landlord. How embarrassing. And dishonorable. And... everything.
It took her a few seconds until she spotted her nightgown on the futon's edge. She grabbed it and mantled her skin. With that task accomplished, she decided now to take care of Jyabura who obviously seemed not to be the one-night-stand-kind of guy.
"You don't have to be," she stated softly, pausing briefly before placing her hand on his shoulder.
"It wasn't your..." Fault sounded too wrong because she was actually pretty fine with sex of most sorts. Okay, maybe it was a little too late to ask him if he had AIDS. But apart from that...
"I'm liable, too," she then said. "A-and there's... well, I think there was nothing wrong with it, but..."
She removed her hand again. Maybe she misinterpreted his words. Her behaviour might have terribly embarrassed him. Judging from his acting...
"I- I can leave, if you want me to..."
Her touch made him tremble. He counted with a fine bitchslap maybe, but not with a touch of the comforting sort. Jyabura had a good picture of Maria. She was kind and polite, maybe she was so kind and polite to play down what happened to make him feel better. And herself too. Considering those things he loved to think the classical, sexist way. All responsibility for this goes to him as he's the man and Maria was his guest. What just made it worse. Not that he'd feel much better if she was the girl next door, but...
Still he couldn't look at her. "Miss, I didn't do this on purpose. It was an... accident." he said, but noticed that it didn't sound very believable at all. "I started with the alcohol and... I'm very sorry. I'm glad you don't mind..." he added, but he really wasn't sure if Maria meant it. Technically he didn't mind either, because it was a hell of a night. Positively. "I um... don't expect you to believe me and if you want to leave, I understand" he continued and rubbed his hand over his nose awkwardly, trying to hide yet another blush. "...but I don't want you to." he added quietly. It was very likely that all of this never happened if he at least didn't have a minor crush on her.
"A nice accident at least," she said with an unseen smile she directed at Jyabura's back instead.
"Aww, no. I won't leave." Maria came a bit closer on all fours. "I mean, I don't know about you - but I've had a good time."
Drinking till intoxication alone had been a long time ago for her as she mostly had to keep a calm head in the situations she was currently facing. And a bit of bed action wasn't bad, either. Especially now that she was single again.
"And you don't have to... be embarrassed or something. If it's my fault, I'm sorry. But you don't... I don't think you have to worry about that."
Again, she creeped a bit closer, dwelled silently and finally managed to reach for that back turned to her. She gave Jyabura a hug from the behind.
We could repeat it when sober, she determined in the quiet. However, she abstained from pronouncing her thoughts.
"He, I'm glad" he smirked and indeed felt a bit better. Okay, so it still was all horribly embarassing and he just didn't like it that both of them lost control like that. It was a personality-thing. But that she took it so easy made it a lot of easier for him too.
The hug surprised him a bit, but inwardly Jyabura was glad that he could enjoy the situation. If not morally, at least physically. He turned around to return her gesture. Well... that felt good when not drunk, he thought. That felt even better. His touch was calmer and more affectionate than in the drunken state. But more shy, too. Though they couldn't go further than they just had. Oh well. "Coffee is no cure for a hangover" he said after a while, still hugging Maria. "You need to drink a lot of water. And need lot of sleep" he explained, obviously experienced in that kind of things. "And good you take the pill..." he added with a smirk.