jigokulogs | [SEMI-CLOSED] wretched and wild, all glory and trash.

[ It probably would have been smarter to just call the whole thing off. She would have understood. They would have stayed friends. His late night shifts at the gas station would still have been interrupted now and then by her presence. It's hard to say how all that may or may not change now — but in the heat of the moment, Andy isn't thinking about it. Because she is impulsive — she is indulgent, when she wants to be — and she likes the way it feels when his fingers dig in, the dull bite of nails juxtaposed to the slow press of his cock as he eases it into her. She likes the strain in his voice — the way he says her name. She likes all of it. And she wants to make this her own for a while.

She takes that last inch or two of him like it already belongs to her, sinking down a little too hard and too fast for how tight she still is. That rock of her hips brings them flush together with no where else to go, and the next exhale that escapes her is just faintly unsteady. ]

That's how it usually is with these things. [ Her low wryness is rough around the edges. ] Or is it just that you've never imagined what it would feel like, being inside me?

[Kamui hisses air through his teeth as Andy takes him all the way to the hilt; halfway through, it turns into a chuckle of disbelief. His dick's fully inside of her, and yet she's still going. Incredible.]

I didn't even think you'd kiss me. [Somehow, he manages those words just fine. There's only a bit of strain in his voice, just the beginnings of sweat beading on his brow. But his body betrays him-- he's achingly stiff, so eager for more of her.] Much less get on top of me.

[If she can be this bold with him, he'll get bolder, too. In time with how Andy grinds herself down, he thrusts into her harder, too, urging her body down onto his cock by the hips with insistent hands.]

[ Maybe some part of her hadn't thought she would kiss him either. There hadn't really been much thought involved in what happened at all. It had been an impulse born from a fondness that's grown steadily by inches since that first day — the day they fought and bled together, even though they barely knew each other's names. And maybe it's a little against her usual rules, doing something like this with someone she already considers her friend — but she doesn't want to stop either.

Might turn out to be a bad idea. But that's a problem for later. Right now, she's got him hard inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he moves against her, thrusting up into her. It makes her breath audibly hitch. He's more insistent than she expected — and that gets her going too. Makes it hard to decide if she should withhold from him, just to be mean, or take more, because she's just as eager for it as he is. ]

What else was I supposed to do? [ It's a low murmur, her dark hair pooling against his skin as she leans down towards him again. Without even needing to look back, she catches his arms by the wrist, pulling them from her waist and pinning them above his head. ] You were the one standing there, looking so fucking obvious when I asked if I was your type.

But I also said that you-- h-hey--

[There's about a million things that either of them could've done differently, but they're all shoved wholly aside when she pins him down by the wrists and leans in close. Kamui only tries feebly to wrest himself out of Andy's grip, because, well... Once again, his body's betraying him, isn't it?

Kamui shudders, hips bucking up into her again. Letting go, for once, feels good Even more that he's handing himself over to Andy in the process-- someone who would, and has, put herself in harm's way for his sake with no hesitation.]

Oh, fuck. [he sighs, his previous thought forgotten.]

[What else is he supposed to say? Of course he likes her. Of course she's his type-- dark-haired and rude and totally unrepentant-- no matter that he'd put all that out of his mind until now. Kamui opens his mouth, but only manages a half-stifled groan as the rhythm of his thrusts grows more desperate.]

Fuck, Andy...

Say it again.

[ She gives his wrists a little squeeze before letting go — just so she can sit back, really digging her knees in and bracing her palms against his chest as she starts riding him in earnest. Each flex of her thighs has him nearly slipping out of her before she's rocking back down onto him, taking what she wants without any mercy. There's something almost dangerous about her when she's like this — something dark and wanting in her eyes as she looks down at him, her attention heavy and singular. ]

Say my name like you fucking mean it.

[ It's in her voice too, that dangerous something — low and intimate, meant in that moment for him and him alone. ]

Call me Andromache.

[So that's what Andy's short for, huh?]

Andromache.

[The name feels good in his mouth as Kamui breathlessly repeats it, just to make sure he's got it right. He'll think about why he's never heard it before later. Right now, his eyes dark and pupils wide, his nerves electric with pleasure as she rides his dick, all he wants is more of Andy's attention. More of her. With the feel of her grip still tight on his wrists, he reaches up to cup her breasts, grasping them and thumbing over her nipples with eager hands.]

Fuck, Andromache.

[The name-- for him alone, at least in this moment-- sounds even better the second time, his voice uncharacteristically rough and wanting.]

I want you so bad.

[ The way he says her name - it goes straight between her legs. Later, when this is all said and done, maybe she’ll regret having shared her secret so impulsively - as if she couldn’t so much as have his dick inside her for all of ten minutes before spilling her fucking guts - but in the moment, it makes her heart beat faster just to hear the heat in his voice when he calls her Andromache. When he calls her that and says he wants her.

She should be immune to all this by now. But she isn’t - and it shows on her face, that look of yearning and hunger. ]

I know. [ The words are barely a breath, her relentless taunting now ebbed away for a moment. ] I can feel it. How much you want me.

[ One of her hands lifts to close over his, pressing it harder against the soft swell of her breast as she grinds down against him with building urgency. ]

[The question that flits through his brain-- does she want him? really?-- goes unasked. At last, she's stopped teasing. She's grinding down on his cock faster, now, the hunger written clearly on her face as she closes her hand over his. Hell, she gave him her name. Doesn't take a detective to figure out that one.

Her palms, Kamui notes, are callused: years and years of weapons held fast in those hands, he thinks hazily, squeezing and fondling her breasts as he feels himself drawing closer to the edge.

His hands slip away from her chest as his fingers drag up her back, short nails dull on her bare skin until he reaches the nape of her neck. Insistent now, he pulls her down for another kiss. He's rougher this time: his teeth drag and nip at her lower lip, and his fingers close tightly in her long dark hair.]

Andromache. [he gasps, still rolling himself up to meet her quickening rhythm.] Probably shouldn't cum in you...

[It's as much a reminder to himself as it is to her.]

[ He probably shouldn't. And it's not that she doesn't hear him — but he feels so fucking good, thrusting up into her as she sinks down onto him, and he's gasping her real name in a way that's going to keep her up at night. She likes the tangle of his fingers in her wild hair, the tension in the strands when she tilts her head just so, breaking their kiss just so she can see the look on his face —

She doesn't stop. Doesn't let up. Doesn't go easy. Maybe she doesn't even know how to.

Instead, she rides him hard — hard enough that it feels like it'll leave bruises where their hips collide. In those last few minutes, she gets a hand between her own thighs, working her clit at the same punishing pace — and it doesn't take much more than that to bring her the rest of the way there. Everything below the waist goes taut for one eternal moment, her lips parted on an audible inhale before her whole body gives in to shudders, tightening down around his cock inside her as she moans and shakes. ]

[So the woman's contrary. He really should've known that much by now.

But it's too little, too late. She's fucking him rough, hard and demanding and fast-- the ache biting into him in a way he realizes all too abruptly that he likes. And Andy gets to see Kamui forget he brought anything up at all, eyes wide until they're not, half-lidded then screwed up tight with overstimulation. She gets to hear it in his voice when he can't even think to stifle the sounds he's making anymore. Andy comes, and the tight heat of her pussy throbbing around him is more than he can take. Kamui holds Andy steady by her thighs and comes with a hoarse, broken moan.

God, this was such a bad idea. He holds her through it anyway, though, slowly pumping his cock into her as he rides out the rest of his peak. Even before he pulls out, his cum spilling obscenely back onto his dick, they're a sticky, sweaty mess.

His head's still swimming, so Kamui, catching his breath, helpfully states the obvious:]

You did that on purpose.

[ It's a long moment before she finally finds the will to move. Feeling him start to pull out coaxes her into some minimal motion — just enough for her to sink down onto the mattress next to him. Maybe the bed was a good idea after all. The afterglow makes all her limbs feel lazy, a warm ache settling into her thighs. Sweat and cum stick between her legs, but she can't be bothered to do anything about it just yet — so she just lays here, shameless and naked.

His comment earns a sidelong look. ]

Which part? [ Dryly: ] Your dick didn't seem to mind.

[Kamui, basking in the comfortable lull of the afterglow, rolls over onto his side to face Andy. He can't find the energy to be annoyed with her-- how could he, after all that?]

You're incorrigible.

[Idly, his fingers play with a lock of her hair that's spread out onto his sheets.]

I won't forget again, Andromache.

[ Hearing him use her name like that - remembering that she told it to him in the heat of the moment - that’s nearly enough of a distraction that she almost misses the implication in what he says. Almost. ]

Again? [ Her voice is full of that familiar wryness as she props herself up on one arm to look at him. ] You sound pretty sure you’re going to get to fuck me a second time.

[ She shifts on the mattress, sitting up so that she can lean over him, the corner of her mouth quirking upward ever so slightly. ]

Are you already thinking about it?

Ah-- um. [Fuck, she got him right where she wanted him. He frowns up at her, pushing back the bangs that stick to his forehead with sweat.]

No, I-I mean. I misspoke, but...

[Screw it. He runs a hand over his face and breathes out a sigh: once again, Andy's backed him into a corner yet again.]

I didn't think we'd be here, but it was fun, you know? It's been... kind of a while, for me.

[A long, long while. All the loops seem to converge in on themselves when he tries to remember.]

You misspoke? [ Oh. She's got her teeth in this now. Look at that sly smile. The gleam like mischief in her dark eyes. ] That mean you don't want to fuck me a second time?

[ She knows what she's doing. She must. There's a certain intent in the way she moves, pressing a hand against his sternum and giving him just a little bit of her weight as she leans in. It's definitely on purpose when one of her legs drapes over him, her thigh nudging just so up between his. ]

Should I be hurt? [ Wryly: ] It'll break my fucking heart if you only brought me home to break that dry streak.

[Unfortunately, he knows what she's doing now, too.]

That one won't work again. You're breaking my heart, if you think I'll fall for the same trick twice.

[Kamui stares up at her, a brow raised high and his expression looking just a touch unimpressed. But only a touch. He's welcoming her in, after all, his hand once more carding through that dark hair and coming to rest on the nape of her neck.]

You're a very strange woman, you know that?

[And he's somewhat of a strange man too. Some pair they make.]

[ She meets his eyes readily, not looking away — letting him see that she doesn't buy that unimpressed look on his face anymore than he's buying into her taunts. His hands are too honest for her to be deterred, running through her hair, coaxing her in closer. Her body settles more fully against his, the slight tension in her arm easing as the press of her palm against his chest becomes more of a caress, fingertips trailing up along the line of bone until she nudges him with affectionate mockery underneath the chin. ]

Maybe. [ Strange is probably a polite way of describing her. ] But that probably says more about you than it does about me.

[ Since she's his type and all. ]

You knew I was strange when you met me. [ Wryly then: ] That didn't fucking stop you.

[He smiles, a little lopsided, when she bumps against his chin. Loath as he is to admit it, Andy's got a point. He really doesn't want to think about what this means for his taste, so he instead allows himself the comfort of the rest of this afterglow-- Andy warm and comfortable against him, the dark and quiet of this apartment inviting and easy, instead of lonely.

He huffs out a quiet laugh.]

Okay. I'll give you that. But I'm not exactly your average guy, either.

[She's mostly seen him in his dullest state, but she's also seen him kill and fight. Surely that's enough to pick up that there's something else just below his placid surface.]

[ Kamui is a lot of things, but average is definitely not one of them. Maybe another person might be fooled by his demeanor, but Andy knows him better than that. She’s seen him pull a trigger. She’s seen the way that eye of his glints just so in the dim. They’re both a little strange - and more alike than either of them realizes yet. ]

Wouldn’t be here if you were.

[ She acknowledges that readily. Not that she’s opposed to a one night stand with some random Joe Schmoe off the street - been there, done that, and plenty of times too. But this is different. He’s different. And maybe that’ll give her second thoughts later. Later. For now though, she seems content enough. Affectionate even. She lets her legs stay tangled with his as she reaches up with one hand, tilting his head towards her for a slow, leisurely kiss.

Wryly, into the space between their mouths: ]

We could do it again, if you want.

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