OOC LOG: George and Usopp!
Who: George and Usopp
What: A dinner-date and then some hotel action *eyebrow waggle*
Where: Some restaurant on that Autumn island the Strawhats were at for awhile, and then a hotel on the same island
When: A few weeks ago. Before Halloween. I fail at posting logs.
Notes: Rated NC-17
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"Right this way," The waiter guided Usopp and George toward the quieter corner near the back of the restaurant. "Would you prefer a table or a booth?"
"A booth's good," Usopp answered absently. His mind wasn't really on his surroundings right now, as he remembered his plans for after dinner and felt a tiny jolt of panic mingled with excitement for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
"Yes, a booth, " George agreed, sitting when their table was presented to them. "That was fun, wasn't it?"
Usopp smiled and nodded, shaking off his thoughts about later for now. "It was! And the trail was nice. Really pretty, with all the leaves, you know?" He took the menu as it was handed to him and opened it, studying the selections. "Do you know what you want?"
"I knew you'd have fun," said George, smiling and opening her own menu. "I haven't looked yet!"
"You had fun too, right?" Usopp gave a small nervous laugh and looked up at her. "Oh. Right. ...anything look good? I think I might just have a burger." He looked back down at the menu, flipping through it without really seeing the words printed there.
"Of course I did! This island is fucking awesome," George said, reading the menu. "I think I'll get a chicken sandwich."
Usopp grinned. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind staying here a bit longer. I think maybe we're waiting for the log pose to set now. I should ask Nami." The waiter came back with their drinks, and took their orders.
"I seriously want to stay here until Halloween," George said, smiling. "Halloween out at sea would be so lame."
Usopp rubbed the back of his neck. "I doubt we can stay that long. Halloween here would we awesome, though!" His smile widened at the thought of it. "Last year, the guys on the Host ship had a big party. It was pretty cool! Maybe we will be at sea this year, though. We could...have a party on Sunny, at least. With costumes and stuff. That wouldn't be too bad, right?"
"I guess I'm too old to trick-or-treat anyway," said George, pouting. "A party would be cool, though. Halloween is my favorite holiday."
"I like it a lot too. Maybe it's not my favorite, but it's up there. Wearing costumes and stuff, and lots of candy and--oh! You know what we should do? We should get a bunch of pumpkins here, and carve Jack-o-lanterns. And then we can bake the seeds! My mom used to do that when I was little."
"I've been ranting about jack-o-lanterns for like three days, we should put them all the fuck over the ship," said George, grinning. "I kind of don't want to wear a costume, though. Halloween is a special day for reapers."
Usopp laughed. "Yeah! Luffy and Chopper will want to carve some too, I bet! We'll just have to make sure we get a ton of them, enough for pies and stuff, too." He paused, the rest of George's words sinking in. "...special how? Nothing bad, right?"
"We have to carve one that looks like each member of the crew, oh my god it will be amazing," George said, slapping the table in excitement. "And no, nothing bad, I just look like myself on Halloween. Everyone has to carve one, I want to see what everyone comes up with."
Usopp grinned, leaning forward in his seat. "That's a great idea! And we can line them all up on the lawn deck when they're done!" He blinked. "...wait. Like yourself? You mean like you did when everybody got all mixed up? Just because it's Halloween?"
"Yeah. I look like I did while I was alive on Halloween," George said, taking a sip of her soda.
"Oh." Usopp smiled, slowly. "It'll be nice to see you like that again."
George smiled back, "Yeah? I always forget that you see me differently. Because I still look like myself to me."
"Yeah. You told me that." Usopp leaned back in the seat a bit, taking the paper off his straw. "It's...hm. I don't exactly forget that you're supposed to look different, because I can remember what you looked like then, and because your icons look like that too, but I'm used to you like this."
"You forget that I can't really get hurt all the time," George pointed out.
"...you heal, but it still hurts, right?"
"Well," said George, "yeah, it hurts. But it's not a big deal."
Usopp shrugged. "Then you can get hurt," he said, and took a long sip of his root beer.
George shrugged back. "Okay, I guess I can. But you still shouldn't worry about me so much."
"That's just normal, though. I mean, I care about you so...of course I'm gonna worry sometimes." Usopp sighed. "...is it really that much? Is it annoying?"
"No, it's not annoying, I just...I don't want to be a source of stress for you," George said, sighing. "You stress about a lot of shit."
"...maybe a little. It's not a big deal though!" Usopp furrowed his brow. "Anyway, you're not a...source of stress. Definitely not!"
George nodded. "Good," she said, playing with her straw wrapper, "I try not to be."
Usopp arched an eyebrow. "You don't have to try. Just...be George."
George shrugged, staring into her soda.
Usopp leaned forward again, looking at her face. "What? Is something wrong?"
George shook her head. "No, everything is fine. You think our food is almost ready?"
Usopp didn't look entirely convinced, but he didn't press the issue. "Uh. I dunno. Maybe?" He looked over his shoulder as if expecting to somehow see the status of their order.
Just then the waiter came and delivered their food. "I think I have magic powers," George whispered, smiling.
Usopp laughed as the waiter set his burger and fries down in front of him. "Maybe."
George stole one of Usopp's fries even though she had some of her own, biting into it with a smile.
Usopp's jaw dropped in mock outrage. "Hey! Are you trying to stand in for Luffy? Here..." He plucked the few slices of mushroom garnish from the lettuce leaf they rested on and dropped them onto George's plate. "Have these instead."
George ate the mushroom slices. "Thanks," she said, grinning.
"...you actually ate them."
"I told you, I like mushrooms," George said, squirting ketchup onto her plate.
"Yeah, I guess you did." Usopp gave a small shudder and shook it off, taking a big bite of his burger. He chewed slowly and finally washed it down with another drink of his root beer. "It's good! How's yours?"
"George's mouth was full of her sandwich when Usopp asked and she held up a finger while she finished chewing. "Delicious," she said, once she'd swallowed.
"Awesome. Pass the ketchup?" They ate in relative silence for a short while, both too busy chewing to carry on a decent conversation.
"This has been a really nice day, Usopp," George said, once she'd finished her sandwich, "thank you."
Usopp smiled, and took in a careful breath, already feeling his heartbeat pick up just a bit. But he was really going to do this. He'd decided. "It's...not over yet."
George smiled, oblivious. "Dessert?" she asked.
Usopp blinked. "O-oh. Do you want dessert? I'm actually a little full, but maybe..." Okay, that had kind of thrown him off a little, but he could recover.
"I'm pretty full too," George admitted, "but maybe we could just look at the dessert menu?"
He nodded. "Maybe we can split something?"
"Sounds good to me!" The waiter came by and George asked for the dessert menu. "Let's see. Ooh. everything looks good," she said, turning the menu so Usopp could see it too. "What do you think?"
Usopp tilted his head to look at the menu. "Well. I like chocolate. How about you?"
George nodded. "Chocolate is always good. They have a chocolate cake thing with goo in the middle."
"That sounds good. Or...hm. French silk pie?" Usopp ran a finger down the menu as he read further. "Brownie sundae? ...they have too much stuff! You pick."
"I like the cake with the goo in the middle," George said, grinning.
Usopp nodded. "Sounds good to me!"
The waiter came back and they ordered the cake, which arrived considerably quicker than their food had.
Usopp slid the plate closer to George. "You have the first bite." They'd forgotten to ask for an extra fork, and the busboy had already taken their silverware from the meal, so it looked like they'd just have to take turns.
George took a bite. "Mmm," she said, mouth full. "This is amazing.
Usopp laughed. "You have some frosting on your..." He tapped just above his lip with an index finger.
George stuck out her tongue to lick the frosting off and handed Usopp the fork. "Thanks," she said with a smile.
"No problem." He took the fork and cut a large bite off the edge of the slice of cake. "...this is really good. Maybe not quite as good as Sanji's, but close."
"Well nothing is ever as good as Sanji's," George said, taking the fork back.
"He made me this really awesome cake for my birthday. Did you have any of that?"
"Of course I did," said George, taking another bite of cake. "I tend to prefer vanilla cake," she said once she'd swallowed, "but there's just something about the goo in the middle."
Usopp took his bite and had the last of his root beer once he's swallowed. "Vanilla's okay too, but chocolate is the best. The best is the kind that you need to drink a whole glass of milk with. You know what I mean?"
George laughed. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But that's terrible if you don't have any milk," she said, holding out a bite of cake for Usopp to eat.
He laughed. "I guess," he admitted, leaning forward to take the bite she offered.
George grinned and took a bite for herself. "There's only one bite left," she said once she'd washed down the bite with soda, "do you want it?"
Usopp paused for a moment, then shook his head. "You have it."
"If you insist," said George, taking the bite and making a small pleased sound as she chewed.
The waiter came by with their check, and Usopp paid. Sanji had loaned him money, but most of that was for the next part of the evening. It seemed like a pretty generous amount, but the cook had shrugged when Usopp asked him about it. 'Get room service,' he'd said with a grin.
"Ready to go?" Usopp asked George, feeling that faint flutter of nerves again.
"Thanks for dinner," George said, always feeling a little weird when someone else paid for her at a restaurant. "Yeah, I'm ready to go. This has been a really nice night, Usopp."
Usopp stood, taking a breath to steady his nerves. "Like I said, it's not over yet." He paused, unsure of how to continue. Impulsively, he reached out and took George's hand, pulling her a little closer to him. "We--" Another breath, and he continued in a smaller voice, leaning in closer, though it wasn't as if anyone else in the restaurant was interested in their conversation. "Let's go to a hotel. I-if you want to, I mean."
George raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Really?" she asked. "I mean...yeah, I want to. If you do."
Usopp just nodded quickly, not trusting his voice at the moment.
George smiled. "Yeah. Okay. Awesome."
He gave her hand a small squeeze and they left the restaurant, coming out into the slightly chilly autumn air. It'd started to get dark while they were eating, and the streetlights were lit, casting a faint glow over the street. Usopp pointed. "There's one a few blocks down that way; I saw it earlier." His heart was beating faster already, but he felt...oddly calm at the moment.
"Okay, let's go," said George, squeezing his hand back. "What made you decide..."
"...Sanji said you...were waiting. And I-- I want to. I just--" Usopp cut himself off, feeling embarrassed. "I want to," he repeated. "I really like you, you know?"
George bit her lip. "Well...I was. I am. I just. Don't want to push you if you don't want to do something." She moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder. "I know you like me, Usopp. I just. Sometimes feel like you don't...want me."
Usopp winced. "I do. I do so much that I...get scared." He sighed, putting his arm around George's shoulders. "I'm sorry. I just worry because...I've never done anything like this before, you know? I guess I feel like I'll mess everything up, so I just...stop myself before I even try. ...sorry." He hugged her a little closer as they walked. "I'm gonna try to do better, okay?"
George nodded against his shoulder. "And I'm sorry that I've...I haven't been very...supportive. Recently."
"What do you mean? You--I don't think you did anything wrong." He sighed again. "I just didn't know it was so--I didn't know it bothered you that much."
"Well I should have said something," George said, "instead of just waiting for you to do something."
Usopp gave a small defeated laugh. "...sorry. I was kind of...waiting for you to ask, I guess. It doesn't seem quite so scary that way. But you shouldn't have to always...you know." He turned his head downward and kissed her forehead as she leaned against him. "Thanks. For being so patient with me. I know I'm not very good at this."
George sighed. "I feel like if I have to ask every time that you don't really want it. That you're only doing it because I asked." she wrapper her arm around his middle. "I'm not very good at it either," she said.
"That's not it. I'm sorry, though. I didn't mean to make you feel like that." Usopp hesitated. "Y-you'll help me, right? And...we can just. Help each other." He hugged her again with the arm around her shoulders, and looked up. They were in front of their destination.
"Of course I'll help you," said George, lifting her head as she realized they were there. "This place looks nice," she said.
Usopp nodded absently, his mind on other things as he pushed open the door.
George followed Usopp into the hotel lobby, eyes on him, wondering if he's actually get up the courage to book them a room.
Usopp just took one deep breath before walking up to the front desk and ringing the bell. His face felt a little hot as he asked the clerk for a room and fumbled the money from his pocket to pay, but this wasn't the part he was worried about.
George held out her hand when Usopp came back with the room key. "What number?" she asked.
Usopp had to check the key, the number already gone from his mind. "It's on the second floor. Uh. Twenty-six." He reached out and took her hand, scanning the room for the stairs.
George squeezed Usopp's hand in encouragement as they walked to the stairs, which George had scoped out while Usopp was paying.
They climbed the stairs and walked down the hall in silence, finally stopping in front the of the door to their room. "Well..." Usopp gave George an extremely nervous smile. "...here we are." He fit the key to the lock and opened the door.
George stepped into the room and took off her jacket, throwing it onto a chair. "This is a nice room," she said, taking off her shoes.
Usopp shut the door behind him, nodding without really looking. He crossed to the bed and sat, following George's example to bend down and unlace his boots.
George sat down on the bed next to Usopp, close enough that their shoulders touched. "You okay so far?" she asked.
He nodded quickly, kicking off his boots and shrugging out of the shoulder strap of his bag, letting it drop next to the bed. "...it'd be kind of bad if I wasn't, huh?" But now he was feeling really nervous again, and unsure of what to do right now. He leaned towards George, letting the lengths of their arms press together, and dropped his hand over hers where she had it braced on the bed. There. Start with something simple.
George turned her hand over to thread her fingers with Usopp's. "Do you want to watch a movie or something? We have all night, so we don't have to..." she trailed off, blushing a little.
"Oh. Oh, right." Usopp blushed a bit himself. He supposed he'd had the expectation that they'd have to get right to it, but George was right, there wasn't a reason that they had to jump right to that right away. "What do you want to--?"
"I don't know," said George, glancing around for the remote. "We can see what they have. Unless you'd rather do something else?"
"Uh. Sure. We can try that." Maybe that would help him relax.
George leaned in to kiss Usopp on the cheek quickly and jumped up to grab the remote off of the top of the TV before diving back onto the bed. "What kind of movie do you want to watch?"
Usopp thought for a moment. "Just...nothing sad."
George shifted on the bed so she was sitting up against the headboard and flipped on the TV. "How about something...romantic."
Usopp scooted next to her. "...okay. That makes sense." He put an arm around her shoulder again, leaning close. "Know any good ones?"
George grinned. "Have you ever seen The Princess Bride?"
Usopp shook his head.
"They have it on here. It's a good one. That okay with you?"
"Yeah, that's fine." Usopp watched as she selected the movie and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Oh, wait!" He reached over to turn on the small bedside lamp, then jumped off the bed to turn off the room's main light. "That's better, right?" he asked as he settled back down beside George.
George scootched over closer to Usopp. "Yeah. That's better," she said as the movie started up, with Fred Savage playing his old school baseball video game.
Usopp put his arm back around her, his posture inviting her to lean into him as they watched. He was mildly puzzled at first why a movie about a boy and his grandpa would be considered romantic, but as the grandfather began reading the story, he quickly caught on.
George grinned, cuddling up against Usopp as the movie started. Half of the fun was watching Usopp's reactions as the movie went on.
Usopp relaxed as the movie went on, laughing during the funny parts and getting into the story. He took George's hand, loosely threading their fingers together as they cuddled close in the dim room.
George smiled to herself. Usopp was definitely relaxed now. She could only hope that it would last.
For the moment, Usopp had almost forgotten why they were here, though the unfamiliar surroundings always kept him dimly aware of it. George's idea to watch a movie had been a good one, though. It'd taken his mind off of thinking too hard about other things and working himself into a panic before he'd even done anything, and besides...it was a good movie. He was really enjoying it.
"I think Inigo is my favorite character," George said at one point.
Usopp nodded slowly. "He's cool. I like the giant too."
"Fezzik," George said, squeezing Usopp's hand. "I like him too."
"He's not a real giant, though," Usopp felt compelled to point out. "He's barely even taller than the rest of them."
"He's a giant where I come from," George said. "We don't have real giants and stuff."
"...we don't really have them where I come from either," Usopp admitted. "In East Blue, I mean. I never met a real giant till I got to the Grand Line." He hushed, not wanting to talk over the movie, which was reaching the climax.
George took Usopp's lead and was quiet, watching as Westley threatened Prince Humperdink.
The movie came to a close, and the credits started to roll. Usopp leaned his head softly against George's. "I liked it."
"It's one of my favorites," said George, grinning.
Usopp smiled, turning his head slightly so he could kiss her cheek. "You have good taste."
"Thank you," George said, flipping the TV off and turning to face him a little more. "I'm glad you liked it."
"Yeah..." Usopp smiled at her, a little sheepish. Now that the movie was over, and the lights already dim, it seemed like the perfect time to make his move. If only he knew what that was. He leaned forward, kissing her on the mouth, gently for now.
That seemed like a good start to George. She kissed him back, softly.
This part was familiar territory, at least. Usopp focused on the feel of George's lips against his, deepening their kiss as he let one hand slide down to rest at the small of her back.
George hummed happily into the kiss, gently deepening it.
Usopp shifted himself on the bed, doing his best to reposition himself without breaking their kiss.
George broke the kiss, smiling, and repositioned herself too, leaning back in to kiss him again.
Usopp kissed her back, bringing his free hand up to George's shoulder. Feeling a bit breathless, he brought his other hand around to her waist, letting it rest there hesitantly as their kiss continued.
George wrapped her arm around Usopp's middle, moving closer to him as they kissed, impressed with Usopp's calmness so far.
His heart began beating a bit faster as George moved closer, her body brushing against his, but Usopp still felt fairly calm. He was doing his best not to think too far ahead, but instead focused on the moment.
George slid her hand slowly down Usopp's back and nipped at his lips, trying to be as encouraging as possible without going too far and freaking him out.
Usopp shivered a little in response, because it had taken him by surprise, and felt nice. He shifted again slightly, stretching a bit and feeling his body start to tense up...why? He focused his attention on their kiss again, trying to relax and let himself go with his instincts. He let the hand at George's side drop to the hem of her shirt, slowly letting his fingertips sneak underneath it and brush the skin of her waist.
George kissed him a little harder, enjoying the gentle touch of his fingers on her bare skin.
Encouraged, Usopp slid his hand closer, letting his whole palm rest against her skin.
George moved a little closer to him, deepening the kiss again.
Usopp took a deep breath as the kiss broke, tugging gently upward on the bottom of George's shirt. They'd done this a few times now too, but--not counting that time when they were both drunk, that he could hardly even remember--they'd never gone beyond shirtlessness. Well... Usopp felt himself begin to blush slightly. Tonight we're gonna. Before he could lose his nerve, he moved his other hand to her waist and grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it on both sides.
George lifted her arms above her head, making it easier for Usopp to take her shirt off. She smiled, tugging at the hem of his shirt too.
Once he had her top off, Usopp obliged her, lifting his own arms as George removed his shirt.
George leaned back in to kiss him softly, letting her hands slide down his bare chest. "You okay so far?" she asked between kisses.
Usopp nodded, still blushing, though he gave a small gasp and a shiver as she slid her hands down his chest. He rested a hand on George's shoulder, letting his thumb just trace the edge of her collarbone. He wasn't quite ready to drop his gaze lower yet, or to try to tackle that next obstacle: her bra. "Yeah," he said in a whisper, and leaned in to give her a lingering kiss.
George watched Usopp's face, knowing that he was already struggling with the next step. "No rush," she said when the kiss broke naturally, "You can take your time."
"Um." Usopp's blush intensified. "That night we were drunk, with the blue stuff...d-do you remember everything that happened?"
George frowned, pulling back just a little bit. "...do you?"
"Not exactly. Uh. Parts." At the very least, he knew they'd gotten completely naked, considering he remembered bits of the undressing part...and there was the fact that he'd woken up not only ridiculously hung-over, but wearing exactly nothing.
George backed away a little further. "...oh."
Seeing her withdraw, Usopp winced, wishing he hadn't brought it up. "N-never mind! I just...it's not important!" He tried to pull her back to him, though he didn't use any real force, just a slight pressure with the hand on her shoulder.
George didn't move back closer. "...I guess that explains why..." she trailed off, feeling like an idiot.
Usopp managed to flush even redder. He hadn't remembered, but...Sanji had told him what had happened. That particular incident wasn't what he'd been thinking about when he brought the night up, though. "...sorry," he said, sounding slightly pained.
George shook her head. "It's not your fault. I should have known. I mean. You were really drunk."
"I...probably should've remembered something like that." Usopp looked to the side a bit, afraid to meet George's eyes.
"Sanji told you?" George asked, biting her lip.
He nodded.
"Is that the only reason we're here?"
Now Usopp looked back at her, confusion clear on his face. "What do you mean?"
George shrugged. "I don't know. Do you feel like you owe me something?"
"...I owe you a lot. But not just...that." Usopp sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "...I love you, you know?"
"I know," said George, "but...are you here because you want to do this or just because I want it?"
"I do," Usopp stated firmly, and was a little surprised at his conviction. But...he did want to, he realized. Yes, he was nervous and it was a little scary, and there were times earlier in the day when he'd contemplated just forgetting about this whole hotel plan completely, but the thought of stopping now, before anything had even happened... He moved forward quickly and kissed her, hard.
George made a small noise in surprise, but kissed back, just as hard. This was more like it. She moved back closer to Usopp, tentatively placing her hands flat against his chest.
Usopp leaned into her touch, bringing his hands to her both sides of her waist without thinking about it, letting them slide upward so his fingertips touched her ribcage.
George shivered at the gentle touch, sliding her hands just as lightly along the lines of his chest.
Usopp's hands moved slightly higher, pausing when he encountered the band of her bra. Feeling determined, he reached around behind her and fumbled with the bra's clasp, not breaking their kiss.
George leaned into him, tempted to just undo the bra herself, but she wanted Usopp to be able to take his time, and to be able to feel a little sense of victory when he finally figured it out, so she just kissed him a little harder.
It took Usopp a moment to figure out how the eye-and-hook clasps were situated, since he couldn't see it, and relying on touch alone (not to mention his nerves) was making this a little more difficult than it might have been otherwise. Still, it wasn't too long before the clasp was undone. Usopp gave a small noise of triumph, muffled by their kiss.
George broke the kiss, grinning, and pulled away to push the straps of the bra down her arms.
Usopp gave her a shy smile, cheeks still a bit flushed. He looked down to George's chest as she pushed off the bra completely, exposing the rosy tips of her breasts. He swallowed, hesitantly bring one hand forward, stopping himself before he touched her. "It's okay, right?" He wondered if she could hear his heartbeat; it sounded impossibly loud in his ears.
In response, George took Usopp's hand and placed it on her breast, hissing a little as he made contact.
Usopp hissed in a breath as well, shivering slightly. He could feel her nipple stiffen beneath his palm, and he stretched his fingers, experimentally pressing them against the soft flesh of her breast. He brought his other hand up as well, cupping the side of her other breast, hesitantly brushing his thumb along her areola, just getting used to the feel of the slightly puckered skin there.
George shuddered as he touched her, letting out a little involuntary noise and letting her eyes drift closed.
Obviously that was a good reaction, which surprised Usopp a little. He hadn't realized until just now how apparently sensitive this part of her body was. Of course, he'd never really touched George here before, either. He leaned forward to kiss her lips softly and pulled back again, still moving his thumb, spiraling it to the stiff tip of her nipple, somewhat at a loss. His hands wanted to squeeze, but he wasn't sure if that would hurt her. He opted for doing it very slowly and gently, so she could stop him if that was wrong.
George brought her hand to Usopp's again, showing him that it was okay to apply pressure. In fact, that she liked it quite a lot. She leaned in to kiss him again, realizing that she was already breathing quite heavily.
Usopp followed George's example, being a little less careful. He met her kiss open-mouthed, sliding his tongue along her lower lip before letting it venture further.
George made a noise into the kiss, moving closer to him and meeting his tongue with hers eagerly.
Usopp gave a soft moan, unconsciously rolling his body closer against her hands.
George wrapped her arms around Usopp's shoulders, holding him tightly as they kissed.
With them so close now, there wasn't as much room for his hands on George's chest. He slid one to her side, tracing the curve of her waist and stopping when he hit her jeans, letting it rest on her hip.
George was impressed that Usopp seemed to be doing okay, but wasn't sure what to do next, pretty sure that if she took it any further herself she'd break the spell.
Usopp really wasn't thinking, to be honest, which is probably most of the reason why he was doing so well so far. His skin felt hot, and his heart was still beating quickly, but he'd forgotten his panic for now.
George buried her fingers in Usopp's hair, kissing him deeply.
Usopp answered her kiss, pressing himself closer to her, her breasts yielding slightly against his chest. It was all too much. His lower body began to react to all the stimulus, and he tried to push down a surge of embarrassed panic, trying to concentrate on the kiss instead.
George felt Usopp stiffen a little, and she broke the kiss. "You okay?" she asked kissing him again.
"Fine!" Usopp said, maybe a bit too quickly.
George winced a little. "Did I do something...?" she asked, vaguely noticing how breathy her voice sounded.
Usopp gave a small, nervous laugh. "You're just...too sexy," he said. He shook his head a little, trying to convince himself that he didn't need to worry about this right now. He'd much rather be kissing her again. So...he did.
George kissed him back. "Too sexy?" she asked when the kiss broke naturally.
Usopp blushed deeply, shrugging and looking away from her eyes.
"Usopp?" George asked, a little confused.
"Um. I just..."He flicked his gaze downward for a second, hoping she'd pick up what he meant and not make him actually say it. And then hopefully they could stop talking about it and just get back to kissing and...other stuff. He squirmed a little.
Oh. Oh. George smiled and kissed him softly. "You know that that's supposed to happen, right?"
Usopp sighed, nodding, and wishing he would stop blushing quite so hard.
George ran her thumbs lightly accross his cheeks. "I know you can't see it," she said softly, "but I feel the same way."
Usopp looked up at her face again. "...yeah?" He pressed his lips together for a moment, thinking, then reached up to remove his goggles and set them on the bedside table. Turning back to George, he took a deep breath and wet his lips carefully. "Lay down, okay? Um. Here..." He grabbed the pillows and propped them against the headboard behind her.
"Yeah. Definitely," she said, complying and laying down against the pillows, curious as to what Usopp had up his sleeves.
Usopp wasn't even completely sure himself, to be honest. His heart was hammering as he repositioned himself, kneeling beside George's hips. He placed an arm on the bed on the far side of her, bracing himself as he lowered himself to kiss her. As they broke apart, he took another moment, moving again so he straddled her legs, still kneeling. Taking another deep breath, he brought his other hand to her waist, sliding it upward and slightly to the front, cupping her right breast as he again lowered himself to kiss her.
George sighed into the kiss, reaching up to take Usopp's face in her hands, so glad that he was taking such initiative, even if he wasn't really sure of what he was doing. She ran the fingers of one hand lightly down his chest, resting lightly on the waistband of his jeans.
Usopp shivered a little under her light touch, contemplating his next move. ...truth be told, he knew what he wanted to do, but...he worried. Almost absently, he brushed his thumb against her nipple again, slightly fascinated by the reaction that showed on her face in response to his touch. "Is it okay if I...?" He let the sentence trail off, starting to lower himself again. He met her mouth with his first, then moved downward a bit, sucking in a steeling breath before placing a light kiss on the upper swell of her breast.
George gasped, gripping onto the waistband of Usopp's pants. "Yes," she breathed.
Usopp sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, unprepared for the strength of her reaction.
George laughed, also a little surprised at her reaction. "I like that," she said, breathing hard.
Usopp laughed a little too. "I just...wanted to try it. Uh. How about..?" He lowered himself again, feeling dimly like this couldn't really be happening, and this time planted a kiss right on the tip of her breast.
George shivered, moaning and tightening her fingers in his waistband. "I like that a lot."
Usopp tensed a little, the proximity of her hands to his crotch making things a little difficult for him for a moment. He tried to ignore that for now, bringing his mouth to her breast again, this time applying light suction as he kissed. He lifted his head as he finished, only to move to the other breast and repeat his actions.
George let her head fall back, shuddering as he kissed her. "Usopp," she moaned.
"Hm?" Usopp raised his head a bit, looking up at her face.
"That feels really good," she said, bringing her hands to the button of Usopp's pants and undoing it.
Usopp unconsciously rolled his hips into her touch, and regretted the action an instant too late. He hadn't been thinking, he'd just... His blush returned, full-force.
George didn't think there was anything wrong with that, and she pushed Usopp's pants down a little to touch him through his underwear.
His body tensed involuntarily this time as she touched him. "Aaah...George!" His words came out in a breathless gasp. Usopp moved higher again, crushing his mouth against George's in an urgent kiss.
George kissed back just as hard sliding her hand along his length. "Is this okay?" she asked breathlessly before kissing him again.
Usopp clenched his teeth, sucking in another shallow breath. Forming words was too much trouble; he just nodded.
George tugged at his lower lip with her teeth, stroking him with one hand while the other slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear to squeeze lightly at his ass.
Usopp moaned, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He shifted slightly, nuzzling his face against George's jaw.
George grinned, moving her hand a little faster.
His face was buried in the curve of George's neck, and he groped with a hand, clutching at her shoulder as she continued stroking. He pressed his lips to her skin, kissing along the line of her collarbone, though he was having trouble concentrating on anything other than the feel of her hand on him.
George slipped her hand beneath the waistband of Usopp's underwear, curling her fingers around him. "I'd forgotten how big you were," she said softly, a little bit of devious amusement in her voice as she slid her hand along his length.
The skin-to-skin contact caused Usopp to hiss in another sharp breath. He didn't know how to react to George's words either, torn between slight mortification and burgeoning pride. Her touch was making him feel a little crazy. He rocked his hips a little, adding extra friction, and gave another low moan at the feeling that resulted. "Nnngh. George..."
"Yeah?" she asked, stroking slowly and enjoying Usopp's reactions.
The teasing pace at which she was proceeding was driving him insane. Sure, it felt good--really good--but he didn't know how much more of it he could take. "A little faster," he managed to breathe. "Please."
George was all too happy to comply, picking up a rhythm.
Usopp's breathing became ragged as George continued, and he pressed kisses to her neck and collarbone while she went on, beginning to move his hips in counterpoint to her touch. "Ah-!" He was just about at the breaking point. "I'm gonna--"
George sped up her hand a little more, feeling triumphant, that they had made it to this point. Sober.
Usopp's whole body tensed and he clutched George's shoulder tightly, his breath drawn out in an extended gasp as he came.
George smiled, nuzzling the top of Usopp's head as she gave him a few more strokes and pulled her hand away, wiping it off on the comforter, vaguely aware that some had gotten on her bare tummy. Oh well.
Usopp stayed still, taking a moment to recover before lifting himself again and giving George another kiss, long and deep.
George kissed him back eagerly, very pleased with herself.
They broke apart as the kiss ended naturally, and Usopp straightened, face feeling flushed. He wanted to say something, to thank her, to let her know he loved her, but at the moment, words seemed completely inadequate. Instead, he lowered himself to kiss her again, pressing himself close, her breasts crushed against his chest.
George gasped into the kiss as their bodies made contact, skin against bare skin, and she kissed him back hard.
Usopp let the kiss continue until it ended naturally, and sat up once more. He was a little amazed at how calm he felt, especially considering what they'd just done, but... He let the hand at George's shoulder begin to trace a path down the front of her body, skating it over the modest swell of her breast and down her ribcage, to her stomach, finally halting at the waist of her jeans. He took a deep breath and undid the button, then pulled down the zipper... Asking her permission beforehand seemed unnecessary; he was pretty sure she wanted this to happen.
George smiled up at Usopp, shivering a little at his touch and in anticipation. She was nearly thrilled that he was taking the initiative here.
He started to tug her jeans down, trying not to think too hard about the next part. Truth be told, he was pretty sure that he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do from here on in. He only hoped George would be patient and forgive any blunders.
George lifted her hips, making it easier for him to pull down her pants. She was pretty sure she would have to walk him through this, but she knew that it would be more than worth it.
Usopp pulled off her jeans, tossing them to the floor beside the bed. He took a moment simply to look at her: this was definitely the most he'd seen of her while sober enough to remember it. She had only her black string bikini underwear and a pair of socks on to keep her from being completely naked. His heartbeat picked up rapidly and for a moment he thought he might lose his nerve, but he leaned down to kiss her again and felt his resolve strengthen again. He wanted this, even though it was mildly terrifying in a way.
George toed off her socks, feeling weird being just in her panties and socks. Just panties was clearly better. "You okay?" George asked, pushing herself up onto her elbows so she could see him better.
"Y-yeah. I just..." Usopp bit his lip. He didn't exactly want to admit he wasn't sure what to do, even though he was pretty sure she already knew that--after all, wasn't that the reason she'd asked Sanji to talk to him in the first place? "Um. How should I..?"
George flushed. "Well. Do you want to...see?" she asked suddenly feeling more than a little self-conscious.
Usopp wasn't sure how to answer. He could tell she was embarrassed already, and he didn't want to add to it, but it would probably be extremely helpful, since he had only the vaguest notion of what that entire region consisted of. "No, you don't have to! I...should I just..?" He wet his lips, hesitantly placing one hand on her lower belly, just above her panties.
George bit her lip. "...does the word 'clitoris' or 'clit' mean anything at all to you?" she asked, turning redder.
Though his first impulse was to lie, Usopp knew this wasn't the time or place. "...no."
George sighed, silently wishing that she didn't have to do this. "Then I should probably show you. Just so you. Know what's going on."
"I--okay. I-if you think that's best..."
George sat up a little more, suddenly extremely afraid of what Usopp's reaction might be. If he had no idea what to expect... She doubted it was possible for her face to be any redder than it was just then. "Maybe we shouldn't do this," she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest protectively, feeling a little too naked.
"George..." Usopp's brow furrowed heavily. He was at a loss. Things had been going so well, up until now, and he couldn't help but feel like he'd somehow ruined everything. "I'm sorry. We--we don't have to if you don't want..." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, softly.
George kissed him back but pulled away after only a moment. "I just..." she frowned. "I don't want to have to explain my body to you," she said feeling guilty. "I mean...it's not your fault..."
Usopp apologized again anyway, wincing slightly. "I'm sorry."
"What if you don't like it?" she said softly, almost to herself.
He gave her a confused look. "Why wouldn't--I like everything about you, George." Usopp gave her a gentle squeeze. "And I want to...I want to make you feel good, too."
George sighed and leaned in to kiss him, softly, gathering up her courage. She took his hand and slowly brought it between her legs, pressing his fingers against her. "Here," she said, moving his hand against her, shivering at the touch.
Usopp inhaled as George placed his hand, sliding it beneath her panties. He was a little surprised by how warm it was, though he supposed that only made sense. The slick wetness he felt was unexpected too. He moved his fingers, trying to mimic the way she'd shown him, and kissed her again.
George gasped against Usopp's mouth, kissing him harder and keeping her hand on his, showing him what she liked.
Usopp let George guide him, starting to get a feel for what was getting the best reaction from her. It was clear that the small nubbin of flesh he could feel beneath his fingers was pretty important. Experimenting, he moved his fingers slightly, brushing it directly with a fingertip.
George shuddered and moaned, bringing her free arm around Usopp's shoulders.
Encouraged, Usopp continued moving his fingers against her, and kissed her once more, a shorter kiss as her breathing became more ragged.
George smiled, kissing Usopp softly as he touched her. "You're a fast learner," she breathed, shifting her hips to press herself against his fingers a little harder.
"It's because you helped me," Usopp admitted, using slightly more pressure in response.
George made a small, involuntary sound. "That feels good," she said, somewhat unnecessarily.
Usopp smiled at her, keeping his fingers busy. He was fascinated by the effect he was having on her, watching the expression on her face change as he kept at it.
George started to get a little impatient. "Faster," she said leaning in to kiss him a bit clumsily.
Usopp complied, increasing his pace as he answered her kiss.
George groaned into the kiss, winding tighter and tighter.
Usopp moved his hand a bit faster, adjusting his angle slightly as he kissed her again. A thought occurred to him, and he took his free hand and moved it to her breast, brushing across the nipple again with his thumb. He figured it couldn't hurt to try, at least.
Oh. That was good. George kissed Usopp harder, making small breathy noises as they kissed. "Close," she whispered in a break between kisses.
Usopp's breath was starting to come a bit ragged again as he kept moving his fingers against her. He could feel the way she was starting to move against his hand, and he tried to match her pace, placing kiss after kiss on her gasping lips.
George wrapped both arms around Usopp's shoulders, rocking her hips against his fingers desperately. It didn't take too long for her to fall over the edge, and she came with a low moan, shuddering and clinging hard to Usopp.
"...wow," Usopp breathed, dimly able to feel her muscles contracting as she came. He waited until George's body seemed to relax, then carefully removed his hand, wrapping both arms around her in a tight hug.
George hugged back, trying to catch her breath. "Thank you," she whispered against his ear.
Usopp laughed a little. "No problem," he whispered back.
George pulled away a little to give him a soft, lingering kiss.
As the kiss ended, Usopp straightened a bit, so he could look George in the face. "...sorry for making you wait," he said in a sheepish voice.
George flushed. "It's my fault," she said. "You didn't know I was waiting."
Usopp looked away, giving a half-shrug.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"Don't worry about it," he said in a quiet voice, blushing a bit.
"Thank you for taking me here," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
"It was kind of Sanji's idea..." Usopp admitted. "Or, at least, I got the idea from him." He paused, feeling extremely aware for a moment of how close they were, and their current state of undress, and the full impact of what had just happened hit him. "...wow. I can't believe we just--" He turned his head, kissing her cheek.
"Got each other off?" George suggested, smiling. "I should thank Sanji, then."
Usopp's blush deepened. "Me too. Again."
George kissed Usopp's neck lightly. "You make me happy," she said, yawning.
The statement made him grin. "You do too!" Usopp reached up and tugged the bandanna from his head, freeing his hair and tossing it aside as an afterthought. "I'm so glad Luffy asked you to join the crew!" He gave a small laugh. "We still need to work on getting you a bounty, though."
"I still need to kick some marines in the nuts," she said, smirking. "Can we lie down?"
Usopp nodded, pulling back so she'd have room to reposition herself comfortably.
George pulled back the covers on the bed and crawled underneath, pulling Usopp's arm lightly to get him to follow.
Usopp crawled after George, slipping under the covers and scootching close to her.
George reached for him under the covers, pulling him towards her and wrapping her arms around him.
Usopp draped one arm loosely over George and leaned his forehead against hers. "...this was a really good night."
George smiled, tracing the fingers of one hand idly along Usopp's back. "Yeah. It was."
Usopp kissed her cheek again, feeling extremely relaxed and content. Then he remembered something. "Sanji gave me extra money for room service. We should order something when we wake up tomorrow."
George smirked. "Oh man, awesome. That sounds perfect."
"What should we get?"
"Pancakes," George said. "Blueberry pancakes."
Usopp nodded. "And maybe some eggs. Scrambled eggs sound good right now."
"Mmm," said George, "That does sound good. With cheese."
"And orange juice to drink." Usopp gave a small happy sigh. "Hm. What time is it?"
"I dunno," said George, "I think the clock is on the table behind me, can you see it?"
Usopp propped himself up on an elbow and looked over George's head. "Oh. It's like eleven thirty." He laughed. "That's way earlier than I thought."
"Do you want to stay up, then?" George asked, stretching.
"Nah. This is nice." He lay down again, smiling at George as he rested his head on the pillow.
George nodded in agreement, cuddling close.
"...oh." Just when he'd gotten settled again, Usopp remembered the lamp on the bedside table was still on. Oh well. Better to take care of it now, before he got too comfortable. "Sorry," he said, sitting up and pulling out of George's arms again, twisting to turn out the lamp. "Okay. There." He lay down again, draping his arm across her waist.
George whined in protest, but quickly settled back in, cuddled close. "I'm sleepy," she said against his collarbone.
"I kind of am too. I guess we sort of did a lot today." He rested his cheek against the top of George's head.
"Such a good day," said George, yawning.
"Mm," Usopp said in agreement, closing his eyes.
George drifted off to sleep in Usopp's arms, happier than she could remember being in a very long time.
What: A dinner-date and then some hotel action *eyebrow waggle*
Where: Some restaurant on that Autumn island the Strawhats were at for awhile, and then a hotel on the same island
When: A few weeks ago. Before Halloween. I fail at posting logs.
Notes: Rated NC-17
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"Right this way," The waiter guided Usopp and George toward the quieter corner near the back of the restaurant. "Would you prefer a table or a booth?"
"A booth's good," Usopp answered absently. His mind wasn't really on his surroundings right now, as he remembered his plans for after dinner and felt a tiny jolt of panic mingled with excitement for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
"Yes, a booth, " George agreed, sitting when their table was presented to them. "That was fun, wasn't it?"
Usopp smiled and nodded, shaking off his thoughts about later for now. "It was! And the trail was nice. Really pretty, with all the leaves, you know?" He took the menu as it was handed to him and opened it, studying the selections. "Do you know what you want?"
"I knew you'd have fun," said George, smiling and opening her own menu. "I haven't looked yet!"
"You had fun too, right?" Usopp gave a small nervous laugh and looked up at her. "Oh. Right. ...anything look good? I think I might just have a burger." He looked back down at the menu, flipping through it without really seeing the words printed there.
"Of course I did! This island is fucking awesome," George said, reading the menu. "I think I'll get a chicken sandwich."
Usopp grinned. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind staying here a bit longer. I think maybe we're waiting for the log pose to set now. I should ask Nami." The waiter came back with their drinks, and took their orders.
"I seriously want to stay here until Halloween," George said, smiling. "Halloween out at sea would be so lame."
Usopp rubbed the back of his neck. "I doubt we can stay that long. Halloween here would we awesome, though!" His smile widened at the thought of it. "Last year, the guys on the Host ship had a big party. It was pretty cool! Maybe we will be at sea this year, though. We could...have a party on Sunny, at least. With costumes and stuff. That wouldn't be too bad, right?"
"I guess I'm too old to trick-or-treat anyway," said George, pouting. "A party would be cool, though. Halloween is my favorite holiday."
"I like it a lot too. Maybe it's not my favorite, but it's up there. Wearing costumes and stuff, and lots of candy and--oh! You know what we should do? We should get a bunch of pumpkins here, and carve Jack-o-lanterns. And then we can bake the seeds! My mom used to do that when I was little."
"I've been ranting about jack-o-lanterns for like three days, we should put them all the fuck over the ship," said George, grinning. "I kind of don't want to wear a costume, though. Halloween is a special day for reapers."
Usopp laughed. "Yeah! Luffy and Chopper will want to carve some too, I bet! We'll just have to make sure we get a ton of them, enough for pies and stuff, too." He paused, the rest of George's words sinking in. "...special how? Nothing bad, right?"
"We have to carve one that looks like each member of the crew, oh my god it will be amazing," George said, slapping the table in excitement. "And no, nothing bad, I just look like myself on Halloween. Everyone has to carve one, I want to see what everyone comes up with."
Usopp grinned, leaning forward in his seat. "That's a great idea! And we can line them all up on the lawn deck when they're done!" He blinked. "...wait. Like yourself? You mean like you did when everybody got all mixed up? Just because it's Halloween?"
"Yeah. I look like I did while I was alive on Halloween," George said, taking a sip of her soda.
"Oh." Usopp smiled, slowly. "It'll be nice to see you like that again."
George smiled back, "Yeah? I always forget that you see me differently. Because I still look like myself to me."
"Yeah. You told me that." Usopp leaned back in the seat a bit, taking the paper off his straw. "It's...hm. I don't exactly forget that you're supposed to look different, because I can remember what you looked like then, and because your icons look like that too, but I'm used to you like this."
"You forget that I can't really get hurt all the time," George pointed out.
"...you heal, but it still hurts, right?"
"Well," said George, "yeah, it hurts. But it's not a big deal."
Usopp shrugged. "Then you can get hurt," he said, and took a long sip of his root beer.
George shrugged back. "Okay, I guess I can. But you still shouldn't worry about me so much."
"That's just normal, though. I mean, I care about you so...of course I'm gonna worry sometimes." Usopp sighed. "...is it really that much? Is it annoying?"
"No, it's not annoying, I just...I don't want to be a source of stress for you," George said, sighing. "You stress about a lot of shit."
"...maybe a little. It's not a big deal though!" Usopp furrowed his brow. "Anyway, you're not a...source of stress. Definitely not!"
George nodded. "Good," she said, playing with her straw wrapper, "I try not to be."
Usopp arched an eyebrow. "You don't have to try. Just...be George."
George shrugged, staring into her soda.
Usopp leaned forward again, looking at her face. "What? Is something wrong?"
George shook her head. "No, everything is fine. You think our food is almost ready?"
Usopp didn't look entirely convinced, but he didn't press the issue. "Uh. I dunno. Maybe?" He looked over his shoulder as if expecting to somehow see the status of their order.
Just then the waiter came and delivered their food. "I think I have magic powers," George whispered, smiling.
Usopp laughed as the waiter set his burger and fries down in front of him. "Maybe."
George stole one of Usopp's fries even though she had some of her own, biting into it with a smile.
Usopp's jaw dropped in mock outrage. "Hey! Are you trying to stand in for Luffy? Here..." He plucked the few slices of mushroom garnish from the lettuce leaf they rested on and dropped them onto George's plate. "Have these instead."
George ate the mushroom slices. "Thanks," she said, grinning.
"...you actually ate them."
"I told you, I like mushrooms," George said, squirting ketchup onto her plate.
"Yeah, I guess you did." Usopp gave a small shudder and shook it off, taking a big bite of his burger. He chewed slowly and finally washed it down with another drink of his root beer. "It's good! How's yours?"
"George's mouth was full of her sandwich when Usopp asked and she held up a finger while she finished chewing. "Delicious," she said, once she'd swallowed.
"Awesome. Pass the ketchup?" They ate in relative silence for a short while, both too busy chewing to carry on a decent conversation.
"This has been a really nice day, Usopp," George said, once she'd finished her sandwich, "thank you."
Usopp smiled, and took in a careful breath, already feeling his heartbeat pick up just a bit. But he was really going to do this. He'd decided. "It's...not over yet."
George smiled, oblivious. "Dessert?" she asked.
Usopp blinked. "O-oh. Do you want dessert? I'm actually a little full, but maybe..." Okay, that had kind of thrown him off a little, but he could recover.
"I'm pretty full too," George admitted, "but maybe we could just look at the dessert menu?"
He nodded. "Maybe we can split something?"
"Sounds good to me!" The waiter came by and George asked for the dessert menu. "Let's see. Ooh. everything looks good," she said, turning the menu so Usopp could see it too. "What do you think?"
Usopp tilted his head to look at the menu. "Well. I like chocolate. How about you?"
George nodded. "Chocolate is always good. They have a chocolate cake thing with goo in the middle."
"That sounds good. Or...hm. French silk pie?" Usopp ran a finger down the menu as he read further. "Brownie sundae? ...they have too much stuff! You pick."
"I like the cake with the goo in the middle," George said, grinning.
Usopp nodded. "Sounds good to me!"
The waiter came back and they ordered the cake, which arrived considerably quicker than their food had.
Usopp slid the plate closer to George. "You have the first bite." They'd forgotten to ask for an extra fork, and the busboy had already taken their silverware from the meal, so it looked like they'd just have to take turns.
George took a bite. "Mmm," she said, mouth full. "This is amazing.
Usopp laughed. "You have some frosting on your..." He tapped just above his lip with an index finger.
George stuck out her tongue to lick the frosting off and handed Usopp the fork. "Thanks," she said with a smile.
"No problem." He took the fork and cut a large bite off the edge of the slice of cake. "...this is really good. Maybe not quite as good as Sanji's, but close."
"Well nothing is ever as good as Sanji's," George said, taking the fork back.
"He made me this really awesome cake for my birthday. Did you have any of that?"
"Of course I did," said George, taking another bite of cake. "I tend to prefer vanilla cake," she said once she'd swallowed, "but there's just something about the goo in the middle."
Usopp took his bite and had the last of his root beer once he's swallowed. "Vanilla's okay too, but chocolate is the best. The best is the kind that you need to drink a whole glass of milk with. You know what I mean?"
George laughed. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But that's terrible if you don't have any milk," she said, holding out a bite of cake for Usopp to eat.
He laughed. "I guess," he admitted, leaning forward to take the bite she offered.
George grinned and took a bite for herself. "There's only one bite left," she said once she'd washed down the bite with soda, "do you want it?"
Usopp paused for a moment, then shook his head. "You have it."
"If you insist," said George, taking the bite and making a small pleased sound as she chewed.
The waiter came by with their check, and Usopp paid. Sanji had loaned him money, but most of that was for the next part of the evening. It seemed like a pretty generous amount, but the cook had shrugged when Usopp asked him about it. 'Get room service,' he'd said with a grin.
"Ready to go?" Usopp asked George, feeling that faint flutter of nerves again.
"Thanks for dinner," George said, always feeling a little weird when someone else paid for her at a restaurant. "Yeah, I'm ready to go. This has been a really nice night, Usopp."
Usopp stood, taking a breath to steady his nerves. "Like I said, it's not over yet." He paused, unsure of how to continue. Impulsively, he reached out and took George's hand, pulling her a little closer to him. "We--" Another breath, and he continued in a smaller voice, leaning in closer, though it wasn't as if anyone else in the restaurant was interested in their conversation. "Let's go to a hotel. I-if you want to, I mean."
George raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Really?" she asked. "I mean...yeah, I want to. If you do."
Usopp just nodded quickly, not trusting his voice at the moment.
George smiled. "Yeah. Okay. Awesome."
He gave her hand a small squeeze and they left the restaurant, coming out into the slightly chilly autumn air. It'd started to get dark while they were eating, and the streetlights were lit, casting a faint glow over the street. Usopp pointed. "There's one a few blocks down that way; I saw it earlier." His heart was beating faster already, but he felt...oddly calm at the moment.
"Okay, let's go," said George, squeezing his hand back. "What made you decide..."
"...Sanji said you...were waiting. And I-- I want to. I just--" Usopp cut himself off, feeling embarrassed. "I want to," he repeated. "I really like you, you know?"
George bit her lip. "Well...I was. I am. I just. Don't want to push you if you don't want to do something." She moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder. "I know you like me, Usopp. I just. Sometimes feel like you don't...want me."
Usopp winced. "I do. I do so much that I...get scared." He sighed, putting his arm around George's shoulders. "I'm sorry. I just worry because...I've never done anything like this before, you know? I guess I feel like I'll mess everything up, so I just...stop myself before I even try. ...sorry." He hugged her a little closer as they walked. "I'm gonna try to do better, okay?"
George nodded against his shoulder. "And I'm sorry that I've...I haven't been very...supportive. Recently."
"What do you mean? You--I don't think you did anything wrong." He sighed again. "I just didn't know it was so--I didn't know it bothered you that much."
"Well I should have said something," George said, "instead of just waiting for you to do something."
Usopp gave a small defeated laugh. "...sorry. I was kind of...waiting for you to ask, I guess. It doesn't seem quite so scary that way. But you shouldn't have to always...you know." He turned his head downward and kissed her forehead as she leaned against him. "Thanks. For being so patient with me. I know I'm not very good at this."
George sighed. "I feel like if I have to ask every time that you don't really want it. That you're only doing it because I asked." she wrapper her arm around his middle. "I'm not very good at it either," she said.
"That's not it. I'm sorry, though. I didn't mean to make you feel like that." Usopp hesitated. "Y-you'll help me, right? And...we can just. Help each other." He hugged her again with the arm around her shoulders, and looked up. They were in front of their destination.
"Of course I'll help you," said George, lifting her head as she realized they were there. "This place looks nice," she said.
Usopp nodded absently, his mind on other things as he pushed open the door.
George followed Usopp into the hotel lobby, eyes on him, wondering if he's actually get up the courage to book them a room.
Usopp just took one deep breath before walking up to the front desk and ringing the bell. His face felt a little hot as he asked the clerk for a room and fumbled the money from his pocket to pay, but this wasn't the part he was worried about.
George held out her hand when Usopp came back with the room key. "What number?" she asked.
Usopp had to check the key, the number already gone from his mind. "It's on the second floor. Uh. Twenty-six." He reached out and took her hand, scanning the room for the stairs.
George squeezed Usopp's hand in encouragement as they walked to the stairs, which George had scoped out while Usopp was paying.
They climbed the stairs and walked down the hall in silence, finally stopping in front the of the door to their room. "Well..." Usopp gave George an extremely nervous smile. "...here we are." He fit the key to the lock and opened the door.
George stepped into the room and took off her jacket, throwing it onto a chair. "This is a nice room," she said, taking off her shoes.
Usopp shut the door behind him, nodding without really looking. He crossed to the bed and sat, following George's example to bend down and unlace his boots.
George sat down on the bed next to Usopp, close enough that their shoulders touched. "You okay so far?" she asked.
He nodded quickly, kicking off his boots and shrugging out of the shoulder strap of his bag, letting it drop next to the bed. "...it'd be kind of bad if I wasn't, huh?" But now he was feeling really nervous again, and unsure of what to do right now. He leaned towards George, letting the lengths of their arms press together, and dropped his hand over hers where she had it braced on the bed. There. Start with something simple.
George turned her hand over to thread her fingers with Usopp's. "Do you want to watch a movie or something? We have all night, so we don't have to..." she trailed off, blushing a little.
"Oh. Oh, right." Usopp blushed a bit himself. He supposed he'd had the expectation that they'd have to get right to it, but George was right, there wasn't a reason that they had to jump right to that right away. "What do you want to--?"
"I don't know," said George, glancing around for the remote. "We can see what they have. Unless you'd rather do something else?"
"Uh. Sure. We can try that." Maybe that would help him relax.
George leaned in to kiss Usopp on the cheek quickly and jumped up to grab the remote off of the top of the TV before diving back onto the bed. "What kind of movie do you want to watch?"
Usopp thought for a moment. "Just...nothing sad."
George shifted on the bed so she was sitting up against the headboard and flipped on the TV. "How about something...romantic."
Usopp scooted next to her. "...okay. That makes sense." He put an arm around her shoulder again, leaning close. "Know any good ones?"
George grinned. "Have you ever seen The Princess Bride?"
Usopp shook his head.
"They have it on here. It's a good one. That okay with you?"
"Yeah, that's fine." Usopp watched as she selected the movie and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Oh, wait!" He reached over to turn on the small bedside lamp, then jumped off the bed to turn off the room's main light. "That's better, right?" he asked as he settled back down beside George.
George scootched over closer to Usopp. "Yeah. That's better," she said as the movie started up, with Fred Savage playing his old school baseball video game.
Usopp put his arm back around her, his posture inviting her to lean into him as they watched. He was mildly puzzled at first why a movie about a boy and his grandpa would be considered romantic, but as the grandfather began reading the story, he quickly caught on.
George grinned, cuddling up against Usopp as the movie started. Half of the fun was watching Usopp's reactions as the movie went on.
Usopp relaxed as the movie went on, laughing during the funny parts and getting into the story. He took George's hand, loosely threading their fingers together as they cuddled close in the dim room.
George smiled to herself. Usopp was definitely relaxed now. She could only hope that it would last.
For the moment, Usopp had almost forgotten why they were here, though the unfamiliar surroundings always kept him dimly aware of it. George's idea to watch a movie had been a good one, though. It'd taken his mind off of thinking too hard about other things and working himself into a panic before he'd even done anything, and besides...it was a good movie. He was really enjoying it.
"I think Inigo is my favorite character," George said at one point.
Usopp nodded slowly. "He's cool. I like the giant too."
"Fezzik," George said, squeezing Usopp's hand. "I like him too."
"He's not a real giant, though," Usopp felt compelled to point out. "He's barely even taller than the rest of them."
"He's a giant where I come from," George said. "We don't have real giants and stuff."
"...we don't really have them where I come from either," Usopp admitted. "In East Blue, I mean. I never met a real giant till I got to the Grand Line." He hushed, not wanting to talk over the movie, which was reaching the climax.
George took Usopp's lead and was quiet, watching as Westley threatened Prince Humperdink.
The movie came to a close, and the credits started to roll. Usopp leaned his head softly against George's. "I liked it."
"It's one of my favorites," said George, grinning.
Usopp smiled, turning his head slightly so he could kiss her cheek. "You have good taste."
"Thank you," George said, flipping the TV off and turning to face him a little more. "I'm glad you liked it."
"Yeah..." Usopp smiled at her, a little sheepish. Now that the movie was over, and the lights already dim, it seemed like the perfect time to make his move. If only he knew what that was. He leaned forward, kissing her on the mouth, gently for now.
That seemed like a good start to George. She kissed him back, softly.
This part was familiar territory, at least. Usopp focused on the feel of George's lips against his, deepening their kiss as he let one hand slide down to rest at the small of her back.
George hummed happily into the kiss, gently deepening it.
Usopp shifted himself on the bed, doing his best to reposition himself without breaking their kiss.
George broke the kiss, smiling, and repositioned herself too, leaning back in to kiss him again.
Usopp kissed her back, bringing his free hand up to George's shoulder. Feeling a bit breathless, he brought his other hand around to her waist, letting it rest there hesitantly as their kiss continued.
George wrapped her arm around Usopp's middle, moving closer to him as they kissed, impressed with Usopp's calmness so far.
His heart began beating a bit faster as George moved closer, her body brushing against his, but Usopp still felt fairly calm. He was doing his best not to think too far ahead, but instead focused on the moment.
George slid her hand slowly down Usopp's back and nipped at his lips, trying to be as encouraging as possible without going too far and freaking him out.
Usopp shivered a little in response, because it had taken him by surprise, and felt nice. He shifted again slightly, stretching a bit and feeling his body start to tense up...why? He focused his attention on their kiss again, trying to relax and let himself go with his instincts. He let the hand at George's side drop to the hem of her shirt, slowly letting his fingertips sneak underneath it and brush the skin of her waist.
George kissed him a little harder, enjoying the gentle touch of his fingers on her bare skin.
Encouraged, Usopp slid his hand closer, letting his whole palm rest against her skin.
George moved a little closer to him, deepening the kiss again.
Usopp took a deep breath as the kiss broke, tugging gently upward on the bottom of George's shirt. They'd done this a few times now too, but--not counting that time when they were both drunk, that he could hardly even remember--they'd never gone beyond shirtlessness. Well... Usopp felt himself begin to blush slightly. Tonight we're gonna. Before he could lose his nerve, he moved his other hand to her waist and grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it on both sides.
George lifted her arms above her head, making it easier for Usopp to take her shirt off. She smiled, tugging at the hem of his shirt too.
Once he had her top off, Usopp obliged her, lifting his own arms as George removed his shirt.
George leaned back in to kiss him softly, letting her hands slide down his bare chest. "You okay so far?" she asked between kisses.
Usopp nodded, still blushing, though he gave a small gasp and a shiver as she slid her hands down his chest. He rested a hand on George's shoulder, letting his thumb just trace the edge of her collarbone. He wasn't quite ready to drop his gaze lower yet, or to try to tackle that next obstacle: her bra. "Yeah," he said in a whisper, and leaned in to give her a lingering kiss.
George watched Usopp's face, knowing that he was already struggling with the next step. "No rush," she said when the kiss broke naturally, "You can take your time."
"Um." Usopp's blush intensified. "That night we were drunk, with the blue stuff...d-do you remember everything that happened?"
George frowned, pulling back just a little bit. "...do you?"
"Not exactly. Uh. Parts." At the very least, he knew they'd gotten completely naked, considering he remembered bits of the undressing part...and there was the fact that he'd woken up not only ridiculously hung-over, but wearing exactly nothing.
George backed away a little further. "...oh."
Seeing her withdraw, Usopp winced, wishing he hadn't brought it up. "N-never mind! I just...it's not important!" He tried to pull her back to him, though he didn't use any real force, just a slight pressure with the hand on her shoulder.
George didn't move back closer. "...I guess that explains why..." she trailed off, feeling like an idiot.
Usopp managed to flush even redder. He hadn't remembered, but...Sanji had told him what had happened. That particular incident wasn't what he'd been thinking about when he brought the night up, though. "...sorry," he said, sounding slightly pained.
George shook her head. "It's not your fault. I should have known. I mean. You were really drunk."
"I...probably should've remembered something like that." Usopp looked to the side a bit, afraid to meet George's eyes.
"Sanji told you?" George asked, biting her lip.
He nodded.
"Is that the only reason we're here?"
Now Usopp looked back at her, confusion clear on his face. "What do you mean?"
George shrugged. "I don't know. Do you feel like you owe me something?"
"...I owe you a lot. But not just...that." Usopp sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "...I love you, you know?"
"I know," said George, "but...are you here because you want to do this or just because I want it?"
"I do," Usopp stated firmly, and was a little surprised at his conviction. But...he did want to, he realized. Yes, he was nervous and it was a little scary, and there were times earlier in the day when he'd contemplated just forgetting about this whole hotel plan completely, but the thought of stopping now, before anything had even happened... He moved forward quickly and kissed her, hard.
George made a small noise in surprise, but kissed back, just as hard. This was more like it. She moved back closer to Usopp, tentatively placing her hands flat against his chest.
Usopp leaned into her touch, bringing his hands to her both sides of her waist without thinking about it, letting them slide upward so his fingertips touched her ribcage.
George shivered at the gentle touch, sliding her hands just as lightly along the lines of his chest.
Usopp's hands moved slightly higher, pausing when he encountered the band of her bra. Feeling determined, he reached around behind her and fumbled with the bra's clasp, not breaking their kiss.
George leaned into him, tempted to just undo the bra herself, but she wanted Usopp to be able to take his time, and to be able to feel a little sense of victory when he finally figured it out, so she just kissed him a little harder.
It took Usopp a moment to figure out how the eye-and-hook clasps were situated, since he couldn't see it, and relying on touch alone (not to mention his nerves) was making this a little more difficult than it might have been otherwise. Still, it wasn't too long before the clasp was undone. Usopp gave a small noise of triumph, muffled by their kiss.
George broke the kiss, grinning, and pulled away to push the straps of the bra down her arms.
Usopp gave her a shy smile, cheeks still a bit flushed. He looked down to George's chest as she pushed off the bra completely, exposing the rosy tips of her breasts. He swallowed, hesitantly bring one hand forward, stopping himself before he touched her. "It's okay, right?" He wondered if she could hear his heartbeat; it sounded impossibly loud in his ears.
In response, George took Usopp's hand and placed it on her breast, hissing a little as he made contact.
Usopp hissed in a breath as well, shivering slightly. He could feel her nipple stiffen beneath his palm, and he stretched his fingers, experimentally pressing them against the soft flesh of her breast. He brought his other hand up as well, cupping the side of her other breast, hesitantly brushing his thumb along her areola, just getting used to the feel of the slightly puckered skin there.
George shuddered as he touched her, letting out a little involuntary noise and letting her eyes drift closed.
Obviously that was a good reaction, which surprised Usopp a little. He hadn't realized until just now how apparently sensitive this part of her body was. Of course, he'd never really touched George here before, either. He leaned forward to kiss her lips softly and pulled back again, still moving his thumb, spiraling it to the stiff tip of her nipple, somewhat at a loss. His hands wanted to squeeze, but he wasn't sure if that would hurt her. He opted for doing it very slowly and gently, so she could stop him if that was wrong.
George brought her hand to Usopp's again, showing him that it was okay to apply pressure. In fact, that she liked it quite a lot. She leaned in to kiss him again, realizing that she was already breathing quite heavily.
Usopp followed George's example, being a little less careful. He met her kiss open-mouthed, sliding his tongue along her lower lip before letting it venture further.
George made a noise into the kiss, moving closer to him and meeting his tongue with hers eagerly.
Usopp gave a soft moan, unconsciously rolling his body closer against her hands.
George wrapped her arms around Usopp's shoulders, holding him tightly as they kissed.
With them so close now, there wasn't as much room for his hands on George's chest. He slid one to her side, tracing the curve of her waist and stopping when he hit her jeans, letting it rest on her hip.
George was impressed that Usopp seemed to be doing okay, but wasn't sure what to do next, pretty sure that if she took it any further herself she'd break the spell.
Usopp really wasn't thinking, to be honest, which is probably most of the reason why he was doing so well so far. His skin felt hot, and his heart was still beating quickly, but he'd forgotten his panic for now.
George buried her fingers in Usopp's hair, kissing him deeply.
Usopp answered her kiss, pressing himself closer to her, her breasts yielding slightly against his chest. It was all too much. His lower body began to react to all the stimulus, and he tried to push down a surge of embarrassed panic, trying to concentrate on the kiss instead.
George felt Usopp stiffen a little, and she broke the kiss. "You okay?" she asked kissing him again.
"Fine!" Usopp said, maybe a bit too quickly.
George winced a little. "Did I do something...?" she asked, vaguely noticing how breathy her voice sounded.
Usopp gave a small, nervous laugh. "You're just...too sexy," he said. He shook his head a little, trying to convince himself that he didn't need to worry about this right now. He'd much rather be kissing her again. So...he did.
George kissed him back. "Too sexy?" she asked when the kiss broke naturally.
Usopp blushed deeply, shrugging and looking away from her eyes.
"Usopp?" George asked, a little confused.
"Um. I just..."He flicked his gaze downward for a second, hoping she'd pick up what he meant and not make him actually say it. And then hopefully they could stop talking about it and just get back to kissing and...other stuff. He squirmed a little.
Oh. Oh. George smiled and kissed him softly. "You know that that's supposed to happen, right?"
Usopp sighed, nodding, and wishing he would stop blushing quite so hard.
George ran her thumbs lightly accross his cheeks. "I know you can't see it," she said softly, "but I feel the same way."
Usopp looked up at her face again. "...yeah?" He pressed his lips together for a moment, thinking, then reached up to remove his goggles and set them on the bedside table. Turning back to George, he took a deep breath and wet his lips carefully. "Lay down, okay? Um. Here..." He grabbed the pillows and propped them against the headboard behind her.
"Yeah. Definitely," she said, complying and laying down against the pillows, curious as to what Usopp had up his sleeves.
Usopp wasn't even completely sure himself, to be honest. His heart was hammering as he repositioned himself, kneeling beside George's hips. He placed an arm on the bed on the far side of her, bracing himself as he lowered himself to kiss her. As they broke apart, he took another moment, moving again so he straddled her legs, still kneeling. Taking another deep breath, he brought his other hand to her waist, sliding it upward and slightly to the front, cupping her right breast as he again lowered himself to kiss her.
George sighed into the kiss, reaching up to take Usopp's face in her hands, so glad that he was taking such initiative, even if he wasn't really sure of what he was doing. She ran the fingers of one hand lightly down his chest, resting lightly on the waistband of his jeans.
Usopp shivered a little under her light touch, contemplating his next move. ...truth be told, he knew what he wanted to do, but...he worried. Almost absently, he brushed his thumb against her nipple again, slightly fascinated by the reaction that showed on her face in response to his touch. "Is it okay if I...?" He let the sentence trail off, starting to lower himself again. He met her mouth with his first, then moved downward a bit, sucking in a steeling breath before placing a light kiss on the upper swell of her breast.
George gasped, gripping onto the waistband of Usopp's pants. "Yes," she breathed.
Usopp sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, unprepared for the strength of her reaction.
George laughed, also a little surprised at her reaction. "I like that," she said, breathing hard.
Usopp laughed a little too. "I just...wanted to try it. Uh. How about..?" He lowered himself again, feeling dimly like this couldn't really be happening, and this time planted a kiss right on the tip of her breast.
George shivered, moaning and tightening her fingers in his waistband. "I like that a lot."
Usopp tensed a little, the proximity of her hands to his crotch making things a little difficult for him for a moment. He tried to ignore that for now, bringing his mouth to her breast again, this time applying light suction as he kissed. He lifted his head as he finished, only to move to the other breast and repeat his actions.
George let her head fall back, shuddering as he kissed her. "Usopp," she moaned.
"Hm?" Usopp raised his head a bit, looking up at her face.
"That feels really good," she said, bringing her hands to the button of Usopp's pants and undoing it.
Usopp unconsciously rolled his hips into her touch, and regretted the action an instant too late. He hadn't been thinking, he'd just... His blush returned, full-force.
George didn't think there was anything wrong with that, and she pushed Usopp's pants down a little to touch him through his underwear.
His body tensed involuntarily this time as she touched him. "Aaah...George!" His words came out in a breathless gasp. Usopp moved higher again, crushing his mouth against George's in an urgent kiss.
George kissed back just as hard sliding her hand along his length. "Is this okay?" she asked breathlessly before kissing him again.
Usopp clenched his teeth, sucking in another shallow breath. Forming words was too much trouble; he just nodded.
George tugged at his lower lip with her teeth, stroking him with one hand while the other slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear to squeeze lightly at his ass.
Usopp moaned, squeezing his eyes shut tight. He shifted slightly, nuzzling his face against George's jaw.
George grinned, moving her hand a little faster.
His face was buried in the curve of George's neck, and he groped with a hand, clutching at her shoulder as she continued stroking. He pressed his lips to her skin, kissing along the line of her collarbone, though he was having trouble concentrating on anything other than the feel of her hand on him.
George slipped her hand beneath the waistband of Usopp's underwear, curling her fingers around him. "I'd forgotten how big you were," she said softly, a little bit of devious amusement in her voice as she slid her hand along his length.
The skin-to-skin contact caused Usopp to hiss in another sharp breath. He didn't know how to react to George's words either, torn between slight mortification and burgeoning pride. Her touch was making him feel a little crazy. He rocked his hips a little, adding extra friction, and gave another low moan at the feeling that resulted. "Nnngh. George..."
"Yeah?" she asked, stroking slowly and enjoying Usopp's reactions.
The teasing pace at which she was proceeding was driving him insane. Sure, it felt good--really good--but he didn't know how much more of it he could take. "A little faster," he managed to breathe. "Please."
George was all too happy to comply, picking up a rhythm.
Usopp's breathing became ragged as George continued, and he pressed kisses to her neck and collarbone while she went on, beginning to move his hips in counterpoint to her touch. "Ah-!" He was just about at the breaking point. "I'm gonna--"
George sped up her hand a little more, feeling triumphant, that they had made it to this point. Sober.
Usopp's whole body tensed and he clutched George's shoulder tightly, his breath drawn out in an extended gasp as he came.
George smiled, nuzzling the top of Usopp's head as she gave him a few more strokes and pulled her hand away, wiping it off on the comforter, vaguely aware that some had gotten on her bare tummy. Oh well.
Usopp stayed still, taking a moment to recover before lifting himself again and giving George another kiss, long and deep.
George kissed him back eagerly, very pleased with herself.
They broke apart as the kiss ended naturally, and Usopp straightened, face feeling flushed. He wanted to say something, to thank her, to let her know he loved her, but at the moment, words seemed completely inadequate. Instead, he lowered himself to kiss her again, pressing himself close, her breasts crushed against his chest.
George gasped into the kiss as their bodies made contact, skin against bare skin, and she kissed him back hard.
Usopp let the kiss continue until it ended naturally, and sat up once more. He was a little amazed at how calm he felt, especially considering what they'd just done, but... He let the hand at George's shoulder begin to trace a path down the front of her body, skating it over the modest swell of her breast and down her ribcage, to her stomach, finally halting at the waist of her jeans. He took a deep breath and undid the button, then pulled down the zipper... Asking her permission beforehand seemed unnecessary; he was pretty sure she wanted this to happen.
George smiled up at Usopp, shivering a little at his touch and in anticipation. She was nearly thrilled that he was taking the initiative here.
He started to tug her jeans down, trying not to think too hard about the next part. Truth be told, he was pretty sure that he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do from here on in. He only hoped George would be patient and forgive any blunders.
George lifted her hips, making it easier for him to pull down her pants. She was pretty sure she would have to walk him through this, but she knew that it would be more than worth it.
Usopp pulled off her jeans, tossing them to the floor beside the bed. He took a moment simply to look at her: this was definitely the most he'd seen of her while sober enough to remember it. She had only her black string bikini underwear and a pair of socks on to keep her from being completely naked. His heartbeat picked up rapidly and for a moment he thought he might lose his nerve, but he leaned down to kiss her again and felt his resolve strengthen again. He wanted this, even though it was mildly terrifying in a way.
George toed off her socks, feeling weird being just in her panties and socks. Just panties was clearly better. "You okay?" George asked, pushing herself up onto her elbows so she could see him better.
"Y-yeah. I just..." Usopp bit his lip. He didn't exactly want to admit he wasn't sure what to do, even though he was pretty sure she already knew that--after all, wasn't that the reason she'd asked Sanji to talk to him in the first place? "Um. How should I..?"
George flushed. "Well. Do you want to...see?" she asked suddenly feeling more than a little self-conscious.
Usopp wasn't sure how to answer. He could tell she was embarrassed already, and he didn't want to add to it, but it would probably be extremely helpful, since he had only the vaguest notion of what that entire region consisted of. "No, you don't have to! I...should I just..?" He wet his lips, hesitantly placing one hand on her lower belly, just above her panties.
George bit her lip. "...does the word 'clitoris' or 'clit' mean anything at all to you?" she asked, turning redder.
Though his first impulse was to lie, Usopp knew this wasn't the time or place. "...no."
George sighed, silently wishing that she didn't have to do this. "Then I should probably show you. Just so you. Know what's going on."
"I--okay. I-if you think that's best..."
George sat up a little more, suddenly extremely afraid of what Usopp's reaction might be. If he had no idea what to expect... She doubted it was possible for her face to be any redder than it was just then. "Maybe we shouldn't do this," she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest protectively, feeling a little too naked.
"George..." Usopp's brow furrowed heavily. He was at a loss. Things had been going so well, up until now, and he couldn't help but feel like he'd somehow ruined everything. "I'm sorry. We--we don't have to if you don't want..." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, softly.
George kissed him back but pulled away after only a moment. "I just..." she frowned. "I don't want to have to explain my body to you," she said feeling guilty. "I mean...it's not your fault..."
Usopp apologized again anyway, wincing slightly. "I'm sorry."
"What if you don't like it?" she said softly, almost to herself.
He gave her a confused look. "Why wouldn't--I like everything about you, George." Usopp gave her a gentle squeeze. "And I want to...I want to make you feel good, too."
George sighed and leaned in to kiss him, softly, gathering up her courage. She took his hand and slowly brought it between her legs, pressing his fingers against her. "Here," she said, moving his hand against her, shivering at the touch.
Usopp inhaled as George placed his hand, sliding it beneath her panties. He was a little surprised by how warm it was, though he supposed that only made sense. The slick wetness he felt was unexpected too. He moved his fingers, trying to mimic the way she'd shown him, and kissed her again.
George gasped against Usopp's mouth, kissing him harder and keeping her hand on his, showing him what she liked.
Usopp let George guide him, starting to get a feel for what was getting the best reaction from her. It was clear that the small nubbin of flesh he could feel beneath his fingers was pretty important. Experimenting, he moved his fingers slightly, brushing it directly with a fingertip.
George shuddered and moaned, bringing her free arm around Usopp's shoulders.
Encouraged, Usopp continued moving his fingers against her, and kissed her once more, a shorter kiss as her breathing became more ragged.
George smiled, kissing Usopp softly as he touched her. "You're a fast learner," she breathed, shifting her hips to press herself against his fingers a little harder.
"It's because you helped me," Usopp admitted, using slightly more pressure in response.
George made a small, involuntary sound. "That feels good," she said, somewhat unnecessarily.
Usopp smiled at her, keeping his fingers busy. He was fascinated by the effect he was having on her, watching the expression on her face change as he kept at it.
George started to get a little impatient. "Faster," she said leaning in to kiss him a bit clumsily.
Usopp complied, increasing his pace as he answered her kiss.
George groaned into the kiss, winding tighter and tighter.
Usopp moved his hand a bit faster, adjusting his angle slightly as he kissed her again. A thought occurred to him, and he took his free hand and moved it to her breast, brushing across the nipple again with his thumb. He figured it couldn't hurt to try, at least.
Oh. That was good. George kissed Usopp harder, making small breathy noises as they kissed. "Close," she whispered in a break between kisses.
Usopp's breath was starting to come a bit ragged again as he kept moving his fingers against her. He could feel the way she was starting to move against his hand, and he tried to match her pace, placing kiss after kiss on her gasping lips.
George wrapped both arms around Usopp's shoulders, rocking her hips against his fingers desperately. It didn't take too long for her to fall over the edge, and she came with a low moan, shuddering and clinging hard to Usopp.
"...wow," Usopp breathed, dimly able to feel her muscles contracting as she came. He waited until George's body seemed to relax, then carefully removed his hand, wrapping both arms around her in a tight hug.
George hugged back, trying to catch her breath. "Thank you," she whispered against his ear.
Usopp laughed a little. "No problem," he whispered back.
George pulled away a little to give him a soft, lingering kiss.
As the kiss ended, Usopp straightened a bit, so he could look George in the face. "...sorry for making you wait," he said in a sheepish voice.
George flushed. "It's my fault," she said. "You didn't know I was waiting."
Usopp looked away, giving a half-shrug.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"Don't worry about it," he said in a quiet voice, blushing a bit.
"Thank you for taking me here," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.
"It was kind of Sanji's idea..." Usopp admitted. "Or, at least, I got the idea from him." He paused, feeling extremely aware for a moment of how close they were, and their current state of undress, and the full impact of what had just happened hit him. "...wow. I can't believe we just--" He turned his head, kissing her cheek.
"Got each other off?" George suggested, smiling. "I should thank Sanji, then."
Usopp's blush deepened. "Me too. Again."
George kissed Usopp's neck lightly. "You make me happy," she said, yawning.
The statement made him grin. "You do too!" Usopp reached up and tugged the bandanna from his head, freeing his hair and tossing it aside as an afterthought. "I'm so glad Luffy asked you to join the crew!" He gave a small laugh. "We still need to work on getting you a bounty, though."
"I still need to kick some marines in the nuts," she said, smirking. "Can we lie down?"
Usopp nodded, pulling back so she'd have room to reposition herself comfortably.
George pulled back the covers on the bed and crawled underneath, pulling Usopp's arm lightly to get him to follow.
Usopp crawled after George, slipping under the covers and scootching close to her.
George reached for him under the covers, pulling him towards her and wrapping her arms around him.
Usopp draped one arm loosely over George and leaned his forehead against hers. "...this was a really good night."
George smiled, tracing the fingers of one hand idly along Usopp's back. "Yeah. It was."
Usopp kissed her cheek again, feeling extremely relaxed and content. Then he remembered something. "Sanji gave me extra money for room service. We should order something when we wake up tomorrow."
George smirked. "Oh man, awesome. That sounds perfect."
"What should we get?"
"Pancakes," George said. "Blueberry pancakes."
Usopp nodded. "And maybe some eggs. Scrambled eggs sound good right now."
"Mmm," said George, "That does sound good. With cheese."
"And orange juice to drink." Usopp gave a small happy sigh. "Hm. What time is it?"
"I dunno," said George, "I think the clock is on the table behind me, can you see it?"
Usopp propped himself up on an elbow and looked over George's head. "Oh. It's like eleven thirty." He laughed. "That's way earlier than I thought."
"Do you want to stay up, then?" George asked, stretching.
"Nah. This is nice." He lay down again, smiling at George as he rested his head on the pillow.
George nodded in agreement, cuddling close.
"...oh." Just when he'd gotten settled again, Usopp remembered the lamp on the bedside table was still on. Oh well. Better to take care of it now, before he got too comfortable. "Sorry," he said, sitting up and pulling out of George's arms again, twisting to turn out the lamp. "Okay. There." He lay down again, draping his arm across her waist.
George whined in protest, but quickly settled back in, cuddled close. "I'm sleepy," she said against his collarbone.
"I kind of am too. I guess we sort of did a lot today." He rested his cheek against the top of George's head.
"Such a good day," said George, yawning.
"Mm," Usopp said in agreement, closing his eyes.
George drifted off to sleep in Usopp's arms, happier than she could remember being in a very long time.