Kyu is totally gonna hook you up. (huniepop) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-09-01 12:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent washington, kyu sugardust |
Who: Wash and Kyu
What: Video Game Night
When: Sunday Evening 8/23/15
Rating: High for sexy times
Status: Complete!
When Wash had woken up this morning it was as though some kind of dark oppressive cloud that had been following him around for the past seven days had dissipated as suddenly as it had appeared. He felt as though he could breathe again. Then the reality of everything he’d said and done the week prior set in. It had taken him several minutes of staring at his phone before he had screwed up the courage to do what needed to be done and face the consequences.
His friends had accepted his apologies. He didn’t have to beg or plead or anything. Katou asked for a bottle of bourbon (which should have been easy enough to get) and somehow at the end of their conversation, Wash and Gale were slated to go hunting together. After what Wash had done, had attempted to do, he had honestly expected to never hear from Gale again, so Gale’s forgiveness had taken him especially off guard.
Kyu had told him last week while he was bitching at her over text message that they were cool, but he still felt bad. OC Fuckery or not there was no excuse for his behavior. They had spent most of this afternoon texting back and forth and by the time Kyu told him she was coming over, Wash found that he actually felt better than he had earlier that morning. He was a lucky, lucky man.
As he waited for Kyu to arrive, he examined his face in his bathroom mirror. The bruise on the side of his face he’d gotten the Sunday prior was less tender and the swelling had gone down. The bruise itself was still a deep purple and would probably take another few days before it started to yellow. Though, honestly, in Wash’s opinion, he’d gotten away with far less damage than he deserved.
Kyu showed up after about fifteen minutes or so. She was wearing more casual clothes than she usually wore - sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt - but she’d not been expecting to go out that day. Part of her had wanted to take some time and doll up for Wash, but she erred on the side of wanting to see him as soon as possible.
After knocking on the door she did take a few moments to fingercomb her hair, trying to make herself as presentable as possible. Ugh, when did she turn into someone who cared about this shit? Oh, right, when she got a crush.
Wash was just coming out of the bathroom when he heard the knock at his door. A look through the peephole confirmed Kyu was standing on the other side, running her fingers through her pink hair. Even in jeans and a t-shirt she was adorable. He found himself smiling as he unlatched the deadbolt and opened the door for her.
“Hi, there,” he greeted her. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, “thanks for coming.”
Instead of settling for just a kiss on the cheek, Kyu wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer for a proper snog. “Thanks for having me over. I missed the shit out of you,” she murmured.
Wash smiled into the kiss, he couldn’t help it. He’d missed her too, missed her a lot. Even though she had said that they were cool, in those moments between sending her the I’m-Sorry-I-Was-An-Ass text and getting her reply, Wash had actually been afraid, afraid that she wouldn’t have responded. People did that: said one thing but doing the exact opposite. But he’d been wrong, and he was happy that he had been.
He pulled her closer to him and returned her kiss, perhaps a little deeper than was appropriate for being half in the hall, but what did he care? By now his nosy neighbor had probably told the entire building that a few weeks ago a girl had spent the night in the quiet, reclusive ex marine’s apartment. Now she could have something new to blab around. She could tell the whole world if she wanted. She was welcomed to.
When their lips finally parted Wash was content to simply hold Kyu to him in an embrace that was both happy and loving. “I missed you too,” he said softly into her hair. “I missed you a lot. I’m really sorry, Kyu.”
Kyu was okay if people blabbed about her and Wash. Somehow it made everything more real, more tangible. Instead of keeping a low profile she wanted to scream about it constantly, that she liked a guy for more than his looks or the sex.
“Nothing to be sorry for. This place owes everyone an apology, not you.” She moved to look up at him. “Oh my god, your face! Does it hurt?”
Wash had been hearing similar things most of the day and even though he understood the words to be true - that whatever it was about Orange County that affected them was to blame - there was a part of him that wondered if maybe it hadn’t just uncovered something that he kept buried deep inside himself and had drawn it up to the surface. He hadn’t been lying it had felt good to lash out. At least it had at the time. It scared him.
His arms loosened around Kyu when she moved and then he let go of her all together when she exclaimed about his face. He winced a little. “Its alright,” he assured her. “Its a little tender, but it doesn’t really hurt.” He reached back and pushed the door open again and gently pulled her back into the apartment. Having Ms. Nosy Neighbor blab around that Wash was kissing a girl in the hallway was one thing. He didn’t want the entire apartment building thinking he went looking for fights. “Believe me, I had it coming.”
“Do you want me to get you some ice?” She leaned against the newly closed door. It felt good to fuss over Wash, nice and normal. That wasn’t usually something that she craved, but with him it was comfortable. She kissed his chin, a part of him that wasn’t sore (she hoped), and looked up at him expectantly.
Wash wasn’t used to having someone fuss over him. His mother certainly never had. When she could be bothered to sloppily patch him up once his stepfather was finished with him, she had either been completely silent save for a few annoyed clicks of her tongue or grunts, or she was patiently scolding him, telling him to stay out of the man’s way, to try and not make him mad.
He really didn’t know what to do with someone fretting about him. Except turn red, apparently. He was really good at that these days.
He laughed a little awkwardly and gave a vague gesture with his hand, since he really didn’t know what else to do. “No, it’s fine. This happened about a week ago. Like I said, I really had it coming.” He gave her something of a rueful smirk. “You should see the other guy.” Not that he knew how Gale was looking considering he hadn’t actually seen the guy in a week.
He didn’t really want to tell Kyu that Gale had been the one who’d knocked him out. He really wanted to just forget the last week entirely. He gestured towards the living room. “Got the console up and running and the games good to go...you...still want to play, right?”
Kyu’s finger smoothed over the bruise, stroking without pressing down. That would hurt. She knew because she was the kind of girl who bruised easily, who woke up some mornings with blue-purple splotches reminding her of when she’d leaned too hard against a doorframe or when a client would grab her too hard and she’d have to mace them.
“Okay, if you say so. Just promise if it starts to hurt you’ll tell me?” Kyu had some Tylenol 3 in her bag; she was the sort of weed dealer who took trades instead of cash and then would keep those for when she needed them. She might have been the daughter of rich parents, but she hated going to the doctor and instead would research online what to do at home.
The mention of the videogame made her grin. “I call dibs on Zoey.” She did better with faster video game characters anyway.
Wash nodded. “I promise,” he said. He should probably mention the concussion, but he didn’t want to worry her more. Besides, concussion or no concussion, he owed her a night of video games and dammit, he was going to deliver!
He took her hand and lowered it from his face. She was smiling at him. He had missed that smile. Somehow that smile just made everything seem better.
Her hand still in his, Wash lead Kyu to the couch. The TV was on and Left 4 Dead’s title screen was waiting for them. On the table was a small tub of hummus he had picked up after the last time she’d been there and a bag of pita chips. He’d had some of the pita chips already. They weren’t bad.
He picked up one of the controllers and handed it to Kyu. “An article of clothing every time one of us pisses off The Witch, right?” He asked her with a smirk.
“Oh my god, you got me hummus! Did you try it?” She took the controller and smirked right back at him. “Yup. I even wore extra clothes for this so you look extra fail.” She waggled her eyebrows.
He beamed at her proudly. “You said you liked it, so I picked up a couple of tubs for you to have for when you come over, ‘cause you know, if you’re gonna be coming around, I should have something other than Doritos for you to snack on. I didn’t try it, ate some of the pita chips though. Those were pretty good.”
He took a seat on the couch and propped his feet up on the edge of the table. He was still grinning at her. “I noticed the extra clothes.” He waggled a finger at her playfully. “Real sneaky, Kyu.”
She blushed at his thoughtfulness before reaching out to dip a chip in the dip. She was careful not to put too much on, and handed it over to him. “It’s good, it’s not sweet like ranch is. It’s zesty.” Which was a doofy adjective, but still, nothing else really fit.
To be fair, she shrugged out of her overcoat and then tossed it aside. “Better?”
“Zesty, huh?” He reached up and took the hummus dipped chip from her. He looked at it carefully before eating it. She was right, it was good. Maybe not as good as 5 layer dip, but not bad. He could see himself eating it on a regular basis.
He looked up at her as she tossed her jacket away. He laughed, “yeah, that’s better. Not perfect, but better. I think I stand a chance now.” He winked then patted the seat next to him, “ready to get started?”
“And it’s actually way better for you than a lot of other stuff.” She flopped down next to him, letting her head lean against his shoulder for a moment before starting the game as an answer. “Hell yeah,” she beamed. “I hope you’re ready to be cold for a while.”
“Ha! Shows you,” Wash said teasingly, “I was prepared. I turned the AC off.” He selected his character of choice, Francis the IT guy. He wasn’t sure why, but there was something about being an unlikely hero that he liked.
They started the game and made it through the first cutscene without a problem, but it wasn’t long before the clothes started coming off.
Kyu shrieked when she scared another witch, shrugging out of her t-shirt and sitting in her (predictably) pink bra and jeans. It was a tiny bit warm with the AC off, so she’d pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It was getting harder to focus on the game, because Wash was handsome and Kyu had eyes.
Maybe it had been a bit of a mistake to turn the AC off, it was a little warm in the apartment, even with his shirt off. Maybe it had also been a mistake to choose the hardest setting to play on. At the rate they were going they wouldn’t even reach the hospital before all of their clothes were off. Not that was necessarily a bad thing. Wash was more than a little curious to see if Kyu’s panties matched the bra. Still, the fact that The Witch was a one-hit kill was still frustrating as hell.
This was fun, though, frustrating infected and everything. The nightmare that had been the previous week faded away as Wash munched on pita chips with hummus, played, laughed and lost a few more articles of clothing.
After a while, Kyu noticed she was genuinely sweating and laughed. “I’m turning the AC back on. You want anything from the kitchen while I’m up?” She stood and stretched, looking down at him.
Then, because she was feeling charitable and because she was so far ahead, she took off her jeans and tossed them at Wash’s head. Yep, they matched. Which meant she was putting forth Effort.
Wash paused the game when Kyu got up declaring she was turning the AC back on. “Good call,” he said. “It got hotter in here than I was expecting.” In more ways than one.
Staring at the TV screen was starting to make Wash’s head hurt a little. Nothing a couple of the ibuprofen wouldn’t fix. “Yeah. Can you get me a water?” Just as he was getting to his feet a pair of jeans came flying at him. “Hey!” He laughed as he ducked out of the way, catching the jeans, one of the legs flapping over his shoulder. “Giving me a handicap, are...you…?” He trailed off when his eyes settled on her, pink panties and all.
She looked amazing. He couldn’t help staring a little, a smile touching on his face. Kyu was an incredible girl. Sweet, outgoing, talented, and she cared about him. After a moment he got to his feet, for the moment ibuprofen furthest from his mind. He stepped around the coffee table to her. He gently brushed a few stray strands of pink hair off her forehead. “You really are incredible.”
“Of course,” she called back. She giggled when the jeans almost hit him in the face, admiring how quick on his feet he was. “Nice catch.” She watched him, leaning against the wall and beaming. Nobody had ever smiled at her that way, and it was enough to make her blush and giggle nervously.
Her eyelids fluttered closed when he touched her forehead. “Thank you,” she murmured. Looking up at him, she cocked her head to the side. “You are too, Wash. You should get told that more often.”
The corners of his mouth quirked a little. It wasn’t a frown exactly. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear his stepfather mocking him, telling him he was a worthless failure. He’d failed at everything. He’d let down his unit and eventually he’d let down Kyu as well.
He winced inwardly and let his hand trace down the side of her face and finally drop to her shoulder. He tried to ignore that nagging voice at the back of his mind. Kyu cared about him and he cared about her too.
He chuckled softly, his thumb rubbing where her shoulder met her collarbone gently. “That’s what I have you for,” he said. “To remind me, right?” He kissed her gently. “Thanks.”
She saw something dark flash across his face, a momentary shadow. It made her wonder who to blame for Wash’s second guessing himself. She’d punch them if she ever met them. Wash was the rarest of creatures, a genuinely nice guy, and he should’ve been nurtured and treated like the goddamn unicorn he was.
Kissing him always made her smile, and she tiptoed up to help him with leverage. “I always will, you know. Remind you. But here, let me get you your water.” Padding into the kitchen, she moved to pour him some from the pitcher in the fridge. It was weird, but he brought out a long dormant nurturing side to her.
Wash was smiling again. She made him do that. How had he managed to get so lucky all of a sudden? He watched her pad towards the kitchen, disappearing beyond the doorway. “I’ll turn the AC back on,” he called after her, before he headed down the hallway towards his bedroom. The thermostat was on the wall about halfway between the living room and his bedroom. The air conditioner hummed to life when he hit the button.
He went the rest of the way to his room and opened the drawer in his nightstand where he kept his medications. He tapped two of the prescription strength tablets into his hand before replacing the bottle. He then grabbed the olive drab blanket off the foot of his bed and headed back towards the living room.
They were getting low on the hummus. “Hey, Kyu,” he called towards the kitchen. “There’s another tub of hummus in the fridge if you want it.”
“Okay,” she called back. She was amused at how she was down to her underthings but they were talking about hummus. It just proved that Wash was a really good guy - he wasn’t into her just for sex or money or pot - but for her. It was one of the first times that’d happened to her, and she wanted to make sure that stayed.
Returning to the living room with the hummus, she sat down next to him. “You good?”
Wash popped the ibuprofen into his mouth and swallowed them with two large gulps of water. He nodded at her. “Yeah, I’m good. Head hurts a little bit, but it’s not a big thing.” He gave her a smile as if to prove the point. He motioned with his controller towards the blanket on the arm of the couch. “You? I brought that out in case you get cold.” After all, she was just in her underwear, which was awesome, but not worth her catching a chill over.
She let her wings out, just to stretch them a little bit, and they fluttered against him for a moment. “Oh, I’m fine, it’ll be a while before I get cold.” She wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “Want me to massage your temples? My parents were hippies - well, still are - and they always did that for me when my head hurt. It helps take the edge off until the real stuff kicks in.”
Her wings brushed against his bare arms, tickling him a little bit. He laughed softly as he attempted to move them to a less ticklish part of his arm. He really did like her wings. He liked the way the light from the lamp on the table caused them to glitter a little bit. He was dating a fairy. A couple of months ago that notion would have seemed crazy. Now, it was perfectly normal. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Her wings’ one drawback was that it made it a little awkward for him to put his arms around her, so he had to be content with her cuddling up to his side, her arms around him. He rested his hand on her wrist and looked at her.
“Yeah?” He asked, raising a brow. He didn’t know anything about holistic medicine or home remedies, but was willing to give it a try. “Yeah, sure, if you think it’ll help. You need me to lay down or…?”
She shook her head. “Nope.” Wiggling a little so she was kneeling behind him as best she could, she moved her index and middle fingers to his temples. She started with light touches, gently rubbing in circles. “It might not work as well without the lavender oil, but it’ll at least relax you some.”
“Lavender oil?” He repeated. Yeah, that sounded kind of hippish. “What’s that for?”
Wash scooted forward so that he was sitting closer to the edge of the couch in order to give her some space behind him. He winced involuntarily when her fingers brushed the bruise on the side of his face, but relaxed when she started to rub small circles around his temples.
Normally he wouldn’t ever allow someone behind him where he couldn’t see them like this, but he trusted Kyu. Trusted her more than he’d trusted anyone in what seemed like a very long time.
His eyes closed and his shoulders, where he kept a great deal of tension day-to-day, lowered as he started to relax.
She kissed his back where his neck ended and his shoulders began, taking note of his shoulders lowering. After a few more moments of him being more relaxed, she moved her hands to his shoulders. Her fingers were strong from holding tattoo guns (they moved, and controlling them with precision took strong hands and forearms), and she smiled when she could feel him start to relax. Kyu didn’t say anything, just gently massaged him and enjoyed the companionable silence.
This was...nice. Wash had never had a massage before of any kind and he was a little surprised to find just how good it felt. Kyu’s clever little hands worked their magic on his head and then moved down to work his shoulders. Wash could feel himself relaxing more and more. A soft sigh-like breath escaped him.
He had a few scars on his arms and his back. Some of them souvenirs from skating mishaps - first attempts at a new trick that hadn’t been quite successful. Others were evidence of that shitty home-life he’d mentioned to her on their first date.
First date. The memory brought a smile to his face. Another sigh-like breath left him. He didn’t say anything either. Relaxing more and more under her skilled touch and enjoying the feeling of her hands on him and the serenity of the moment.
“You should let me do this more often,” she smiled. “I’d say you could go to a pro, but those are always kind of awkward if you’re not used to being naked.” Kyu had no problems getting professional massages, but she was an artist - she sketched naked strangers with classmates all the time. Her parents walked around the house naked from time to time. C’est la vie.
She had way more ink than he probably thought she had, but hey, it was her body. She liked his scars for what it was worth; she had time to look at his back and appreciate the muscle there. She didn’t like how he’d gotten them, but she liked them because they were his.
He snorted a soft laugh. “If I’d known they felt this good, maybe I would have,” he said without opening his eyes. “It’s not the nudity that would bother me. Its totally professional, after all, right? Nah, I’d have more of a problem letting a complete stranger work on me. I mean, you’re pretty vulnerable-” his back arched slightly as her hands found a particularly tight knot “-laying down on a table at the mercy of someone working on your muscles. I’ve never liked being vulnerable, you know? But I trust you so…” he opened one eye and turned his head a little to look back at her.
He had never assumed she had more or less tattoos than what he’d been able to see with her clothes on. As with her wings, he liked her tattoos. They were art and made her even more beautiful as far as he was concerned. They suited her.
“I understand that. I usually have guys rub me out when I get massages, but that’s because they have strong hands. Like, girls for some reason go too soft on me. But I don’t know, there’s some really nice massage places I go to where I feel less vulnerable because they’re reputable. There’s some shady ones that’re gross.” When his back arched, she moved her fingers more gently, not wanting the pleasure to turn to not fun pain.
“It’s ok,” he told her softly when she started to ease up on his back. His pain tolerance was fairly high, which had always been something he’d been a little proud of.
“I don’t know if how reputable the place is would make me feel any better about it,” he admitted next. “its the whole concept of laying on a table and letting someone have complete control over you. I don’t know, it freaks me out. Like, I don’t know who they are or if they could, like, paralyze me or something.” He was aware of just how paranoid and stupid that sounded. People got massages all the time. And killing or severely injuring a client was bad for business. “I know that sounds pretty ridiculous.”
“It doesn’t at all. Wash, you were in the fucking war, you got shot at. I’d be sitting with my back to the wall for a good long time.” She kissed his shoulder before moving to sit in his lap, straddling him, her hair falling out of its ponytail. “You’re so hard on yourself. It makes me want to beat the shit out of someone.”
Wash slid back in the couch to give Kyu more room on his lap to sit. He looked up at her, blinking a couple of times. She was right, of course. He couldn’t have been the only soldier to come back from the front lines not wanting his back to a door or window or needing to be able to see those around him. He’d heard stories about others having severe cases of PTSD and how badly it affected their everyday life. He considered himself lucky all he had was occasional paranoia and instead of night terrors he dreamed of being in space. As confusing as they had been so far at least the Dreams had been relatively benign.
It was her second statement he wasn’t quite sure how to react to. He sort of stared up at her, his hands resting on her hips as she looked down at him. He put a smile on for her, “that’s nice of you,” he said. “But who, exactly, would you be beating the shit out of?”
“Dunno.” His dad, probably. School bullies. “It just makes me mad. Wash, do you know how many nice guys I know? Like, two. And you’re one of them. You just deserve so much and you don’t know it.” She cupped his cheeks gently, letting her thumbs graze over his cheekbones. “You’ve already done so much for me, and you’re so funny and handsome, and I just want you to be happy.” Dipping her head, she let their foreheads touch. “Is that weird?”
Grey eyes looked up at her a little confused at first. Slowly he shook his head as best he could with his face in her hands and her forehead against his. No, it wasn’t any weirder than him wanting her to be happy. One of his hands left her hip to tuck strands of her hair behind her ear. “I am happy, Kyu,” he told her. He wasn’t lying. “I’m a little hard on myself from time to time, but...it’s kind of learned behavior.” His hand rested again on her hip. “My life’s not perfect, I have some shit to wade through and sort out, but I’m better now than I was before. Being with you makes me happy.”
Was he falling in love with her? He was starting to think that maybe he was.
“I’m happy with you too, Wash.” Kyu wasn’t often surprised, but Wash had caught her entirely off her guard. Here she was, in her underthings and snuggling, and she wasn’t pouting because sex wasn’t happening. Wash made her happy, just being with him made her happy, and she didn’t want that to stop. She didn’t want him to stop being happy either. It was like a feelings orgy or something.
“You can unlearn stuff. It’ll take time, but I’ll be here.” She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling when it stuck up a little bit. “And hell, whose life is perfect? They’re probably an asshole anyway. Booooring. Perfect would suck. I’d much rather go to cafes with you when the world is ending.”
His mouth pulled into a grin. “Some people have Paris,” he said with a chuckle. “We have Baxter’s during the apocalypse. Pretty much sums up life here in the good ol’ OC, doesn’t it?”
His couch wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world (though Wash had slept on worse, that’s for damn sure), and it really wasn’t designed for someone to be straddling his lap on. The frame under the old cushions was starting to hamper the circulation from his thighs to the rest of his legs, but he had no desire for her to move. Instead he hooked his thumbs into her panties at her hips and adjusted his legs under her, shifting her weight just slightly so that she was further on to his lap.
“Paris is expensive,” she murmured. Pulling him closer, she chanced a kiss, something a bit more pressing and hot than she’d given him before. Not that she wanted to make him uncomfortable, but sometimes she just couldn’t help herself. And his hands on her hips (calloused hands, not the soft artist hands she was more accustomed to) was really kind of nice.
“Mmm,” he agreed with her assessment of Paris when her lips pressed to his. He kissed her back deeply, matching her heat. He sat up a little straighter, letting their bodies press together. His hands left her hips and slowly made their way up her back over her smooth soft skin, pausing at her shoulders before going up her neck to her face.
Kyu sighed into Wash’s mouth as they kissed. His hands were so damn warm, and she was aware of things that she wouldn’t normally notice with a sexual partner. He smelled amazing - whatever body wash or soap he was using totally worked for him. His lips were soft, just this side of chapped, and he tasted like hummus and something that was just Wash. When he touched her face, she couldn’t help it and outright shivered. At least she could blame it on the AC if she had to.
“Am I hurting your legs?” Her voice was huskier, a throaty murmur.
His legs? What? The discomfort of the couch’s frame digging into the backs of his thighs had been completely forgotten. “Uh uh,” he answered her. Not the most articulate of answers, but his mind really wasn’t thinking about talking. Instead it was more fascinated with how her body pressed against his. The feel of the material of her bra against his chest. The way her hips dug into his. How soft and silky her hair was as he ran his hand through it. How her voice sent a shiver through him that came to a rest in the space below his stomach.
He kissed the side of her face near her jawline and down her neck. She tasted sweet and he wondered for a moment that if glitter and pink had a taste if she would be it.
A thought percolated up from the back of his head. She’d shivered. He paused for a moment to look up at her. “Are you cold?” he asked softly and a little breathlessly.
When he spoke, she opened her eyes. “Hmm? No, not cold.” She felt herself blushing a little, her cheeks going red with the warmth of it. “That was all you.” Kyu chuckled to herself before looking down at him. She wanted to tell him they didn’t have to stay on the couch, that she wanted to make sure she didn’t hurt him, but knew he’d speak up if she did make his legs go numb or something. She was nervous. Why was she so nervous? Oh, right, he mattered.
He smiled at her tenderly and brushed his thumb over her cheek. “You alright?” He asked softly. He knew sex wasn’t something in of itself that made Kyu nervous or uncomfortable. But, he also understood that he was different, that the entire experience was new for her. He was fine matching her at whatever pace she wanted to go, as long as she was comfortable. As long as she was happy.
“Yeah. Just nervous. I’ve never had sex with anyone I had a crush on before.” She laughed at herself, knowing exactly how it sounded. “That, and I don’t know. With the fairy thing, it’s more intense now.”
Wash had never had anyone crush on him before. At least he’d never been aware of anyone crushing on him. It was flattering. Very flattering. At the same time, he understood. He understood very well what it was like to be nervous and awkward. “I get it,” he told her with a reassuring smile. He rubbed her arms lovingly. “You know I think you’re amazing. I’d like very much to be with you, but we don’t have to if you don’t want.” He smiled at her and kissed her gently.
“I wasn’t saying we shouldn’t, I was saying that I only want to if you want to.” Kyu grinned at him. They were like the two birds in the Jungle Book, each asking the other what they wanted to do. Fuck it. Kyu was decisive, and he obviously liked her, right? She unhooked her bra deftly, letting it slide off of her while still cuddled up close to Wash’s chest. She knew he’d be able to tell.
Wash was awkward and unsure of himself, but he was smart enough to take the hint. And he wanted this, more than he’d wanted anything in a long time. Once she had freed herself from her bra he kissed her again, deeply and passionately. One hand braced the small of her back while the other cupped her breast. That excited tingle in the space below his stomach intensified.
Moaning faintly, Kyu wondered if the fact that her skin seemed way more sensitive could be attributed to the fact that she was a love fairy, or if it was because she was with Wash. Her fingers ran up Wash’s chest, barely scratching him. She decided it was six on one, half a dozen on the other. She’d probably be a fan even if she didn’t have the love fairy sensitivity. Wash, for all of his white knight tendencies, kissed like he knew what he was doing. She’d been worried he was a virgin when they’d first met.
Wash may have been able to easily count the number of people he’d dated on one hand, but there was a difference between dating and simply sleeping with someone. Wash had his fair share of casual partners in the past. He may not have been cavalier about them, but he certainly knew what he was doing.
Some of those past casual partners had been anonymous or people he’d merely been acquainted with, but a several of them had been friends. For Wash there as a marked difference between anonymous sex and sex with someone he cared about. He cared about Kyu a lot. More than anyone else he’d been with in the past. He had no idea if the fact she was a love fairy was the reason why the feeling of her hands on his body felt as incredibly as it did. He was more willing to believe it was because he cared so much about her and how good she made him feel just being around him.
The sound of her moan and her fingers sliding up his chest sent shiver ran through him that came to settle in that spot below his stomach. His back arched, pressing him closer to her. He rubbed her bare breast, giving it an occasional squeeze. His eyes slid closed and he kissed down her neck to her chest. The hand that had been working her breast slid down over her belly to her panties.
“Want to go to your room?’ Kyu’s voice was usually a girlishly sweet thing, but when aroused it took on a bit of a breathy quality that she didn’t realize she was doing. She wanted their first time together to be something that could be relaxed and comfortable. Getting those qualities on the sofa would be difficult. Besides, the video game was paused, and it didn’t make for a great soundtrack.
However, even as she suggested moving, her mouth found his neck and nipped gently, wiggling her hips as she felt his calloused fingers over her stomach. Maybe just a quickie on the sofa, then they could go to the bedroom. Belatedly, she was really glad she’d shaved that morning.
His bed would be a better spot than the couch, Wash was aware of that. It was more comfortable and afforded them a bit more room. However, getting to his bedroom required moving and her getting off his lap. She felt too good there to move.
His head tilted back just a little when she nipped at his neck. His fingers moved over the soft material of her pink panties, finding the elastic band and pulling it away from her belly just enough to dip inside. It was an awkward position to be sure. His bed would give them much more room.
Wash opened his eyes and looked up at her. A small smile touched his lips as he nodded. “Yeah,” he told her, his voice low and a little breathless. “The bed is much better than the couch.”
Kyu stood up on wobbly legs and reached out her hand. She didn’t know where Wash’s bedroom was, so she’d let him lead. Her heart was thudding doubletime in her chest while her mind raced nonstop. She was going to get to see his bedroom! She was going to get to see him naked! She wondered if he was a cuddler. She’d never cuddled after sex before. It was probably hot.
Wash was a little cold now that Kyu wasn’t on his lap anymore, but they’d both be warm soon enough. He took her hand and got to his feet, careful not to step on the controller that had fallen from his hands when she had crawled into his lap. He kissed her deeply before leading her from the living room and down the short hall to his bedroom.
His bedroom was almost as nondescript as the rest of the apartment. Like all the other furniture, the bed had come with the apartment as had the bureau and the desk that occupied the far wall. The room was tidy, no clothes on the floor. His combat boots in their spot on the floor by the foot of the bed. A couple of books occupied a spot on the only bedside table along with a lamp and a clock. However, it was the bed that was the most important item in the room at that moment.
Once they were inside, Wash closed the door - more so out of habit than for privacy. Then he turned his attention back to Kyu, taking in the full picture of her standing there in only her pink undies tattoos and wings. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said in that same low breathless voice.
Wash’s bedroom made Kyu smile. It reminded her of him; he was a no fuss kind of guy. It also kind of made her sad at the same time, if only because it seemed like he didn’t plan to stick around. There wasn’t anything that seemed too personal, but hopefully that would change.
She moved to sit down on the bed as he complimented her, blushing brightly. But she didn’t lower her eyes, as she was too busy watching him herself. “The view’s pretty good here too,” she murmured. The bed was a bit more firm than hers, but that was probably a good thing for what they were going to do anyway.
Overall Wash’s apartment had the feel of someone who didn’t quite feel as though he was home yet. It was comfortable enough a few personal effects here and there, but nothing that really made it stick out as his. That was likely to change as he settled more into his new life. For now, though, it served its purpose as a place to sleep, eat and keep him out of the cold and rain.
He gave her a smile, heat rushing to his face and turning his cheeks and neck a little pink. He joined her on the bed and brushed the backs of his fingers along her face as he kissed her. God, he could kiss her all night and never get tired of the way her soft lips felt, or how the inside of her mouth tasted or how sweet she smelled.
Kyu didn’t think she’d kissed anyone this much in her whole life. It was novel, and somehow just as thrilling and erotic as the things she constituted as actual foreplay would be. Wrapping her arms around him to pull him closer, she let her legs tangle with his. Hell, if this was amazing, what was actual sex going to be like?
Wash’s heart was pounding hard with excitement. His hand found its mark again at Kyu’s hip, pulling at the elastic band gently before slowly laying her back on his bed. His fingers traced the length of her leg slowly until he reached the spot where her leg met her hip and hooked them into her panties. He pulled them off and let them fall to the floor. He kissed down her neck and over her chest towards her navel.
She smiled a little at him, looking down lopsidedly. Kyu wondered if he was going to do what she thought he was going to do, in which case he didn’t have to. But then he kissed her hip and she giggled, squirming away ticklishly. Her wings fluttered a little as she flailed.
Ok, her hip was ticklish. Wash took note and paid particularly close attention to the spot on her hip that had gotten such a reaction out of Kyu. Then he moved his mouth over her pelvis towards the other hip, curious to see if he could get a similar reaction. Then he moved down and settled down between her legs. His arms rested on the bed on either side of her, his hands resting on her belly.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she managed to get out between giggles. Propping herself up on her elbows, she met his eyes. “I mean, it’s not that I don’t want you to, I just - you know, some guys don’t? Want to, that is.” She blinked, realizing she was being possibly the least suave person in the world, let alone the geekiest love fairy. Well, if he went down on her, he’d better expect her to get him back later.
It was kind of cute to hear Kyu be as awkward as he usually was. It was a little amusing too, but he didn’t dare chuckle for fear of accidentally hurting her feelings. He did give her a playful grin, though before settling in again and setting to pleasure the love fairy.
Kyu was a talkative girl. She usually said exactly what was on her mind loudly and cheerfully, without hesitation. The trait apparently carried over into her sexual activities, as she didn’t stop saying what was on her mind, albeit with fewer words. She was one of those people whose lovers wouldn’t have to guess if they were doing a good job or not, as she was generous with verbal praise and sounds of approval.
Kyu’s words and noises were encouraging and Wash continued to do what he was doing with his tongue and his lips. After a few moments of this and listening to Kyu’s happy noises, he moved from between her legs and lightly nibbled a trail over her belly and chest back to her neck.
Leaning up a bit, Kyu wrapped her arms and legs around Wash and kissed him hard, rocking insistently against him. This was all well and good, but she’d been waiting and hadn’t done this in weeks, so she was reaching the end of her well of patience. A tiny, needy whine escaped her lips as she tried to get him to come closer by rocking her hips.
He was more than willing to oblige her at this point as well. Somehow, even with Kyu wrapped around him, Wash managed to shed what remained of his clothing and reach one fumbling hand back to the bedside drawer where the condoms were. Even if until now he hadn’t had a need for them, Wash was nothing if not prepared. And as much as he wanted to give Kyu what she wanted, what she was practically begging for - as much as he wanted it for himself badly, he in no way had any desire to make either of their lives more complicated in exchange for a night of pleasure.
He tore the little package open with his teeth and let the wrapper fall away. He slid the condom on as deftly and as quickly as he could still with Kyu essentially wrapped around him, her hips rocking in such an inviting way it was almost impossible to concentrate on anything else. He wanted her, wanted to feel every inch of her from the inside out. He grabbed hold of those hips and slid her closer to him so he could position himself over her. One hand still holding her hips steady, the other guided him into her. Feeling her envelope him was nothing short of euphoric. A deep moan escaped from somewhere deep in his chest. He braced himself with one hand on the bed near her head and pushed deeper still until he was completely within her.
She appreciated that he’d thought of a condom if only because she still would have slept with him without one, and just spent the next day panicking. There was something to waiting to sleep with someone after all, she thought - the fact she hadn’t had sex in a while and had spent so long anticipating sleeping with Wash made everything feel much more ... well, more.
He was moving slowly which she was pretty sure was going to drive her nuts, but at the same time she really liked it. It let her kiss him, let her run her hands over his back, his arms. She’d missed him so much while he’d been grumpy for a week, and it had really illuminated how much she liked him.
He was slow at first, each movement and each thrust purposeful. He didn’t so much see Kyu react as he felt her. Her hands on his back, over his arms, around him deep inside her sent waves over him drawing an excited heat from deep inside that spread through his body. With each quickening plunge, he wanted deeper still. He kissed her deeply, heatedly. His grey eyes met her’s and for a moment he was lost within them. He could be lost within them forever and not cared, but that excited heat swept over him more with mounting and building tension, his pace quickened.
It was always interesting to Kyu how much you could find out about a person by sleeping with them. Wash, for example, was thoughtful and considerate. He worried about the other person as much as he worried about himself. It was easy to pretend to be a nice guy on dates, but not so much during sex. Wash was a goodie through and through.
Their bodies moved together, not quite in sync, but that would come in time as they learned more about the type of lover the other was. Wash was breathing hard, deep pants interrupted only by low guttural moans of pleasure.
He worked his hands under Kyu’s body and lifted her up so she could sit on him. As he grinded deeper within, his hands ran up her back, around her wings to her neck, pulling her head back just enough to nibble at her neck and then down to her breasts bouncing in front of him.
Kyu liked being on top; she was a bit of a voyeur anyway (which helped when she needed energy), and this let her watch Wash. She hadn’t noticed just how pretty his eyes were, and she smiled fondly as he kissed her neck. They hadn’t really had an official talk about their relationship status yet, but she hoped they were together in an official way.
Her orgasm started to sneak up on her, a familiar tingling heat and pressure between her legs that made her breathe faster. Kyu frankly hadn’t been expecting to come the first time they had sex. That wasn’t out of any sort of judgement on Wash, that was just how male biology worked. Her blue eyes widened in surprise and she let out a whimper.
Excited heat had been steadily building inside Wash and was now reaching a point in which it could not be contained any longer and had to be released. Kyu’s whimper in his ear was just enough to push Wash over the hariy edge he’d been treading. He took in a sharp gasping breath thrusting as deep as he could go. His release came with a shuddering moan.
Kyu eventually just lay down on top of Wash, giggling happily. “Okay, so you might have changed my mind on having sex right away. While I still think first date sex can be awesome, that was totally worth waiting for.” She looked at him and kissed his chin gently.
Wash lay back, arms splayed out. Hot, sweaty, tired, but oh, god was he happy. There was nothing quite like basking in after sex glow. Catching his breath, he looked at Kyu nestled on his chest and laughed. “Good,” he said, “I’m glad.” He put one arm around her and the other under his head to prop it up so he could look at her. “I won’t knock first date sex, but that,” he grinned, “that was good.”