Samurai Champloo: Mugen/Jin
Title: Wooing
Author: shayheyred
Theme: Romance
Rating: PG
Author's notes: 5 days in Edo in 493 words
On their first day in Edo, Jin gave Fuu flowers.
He didn't pick them, but actually bartered for them. Mugen watched with disgust as Jin bowed to the ancient woman behind the flower cart and offered to fix her wheel in exchange for a small bunch of "irises," long purple flowers with yellow streaks in them. Mugen had always just called them "long purple things with yellow streaks" if he talked about them at all -- not that he thought about flowers on a daily basis. Anyway, Fuu seemed surprised and pleased, and blushed as she bowed to Jin and said arigato.
Mugen thought it was stupid, and said so. Fuu told him to shut up. Jin said nothing.
On their second evening in Edo, walking through the marketplace, Jin bought Fuu a honey-covered sweet. Fuu squealed with delight as she sucked at the delicacy and threw her arms around Jin, hugging him tightly before becoming embarrassed and stepping back. For the rest of the evening she kept up a running commentary on how wonderful and thoughtful Jin was, how Jin was such a gentleman (and, conversely, how rude, vulgar and thoughtless Mugen was).
Mugen thought it was a waste of money, and told Jin so. Jin ignored him. Mugen narrowed his eyes and tried to provoke a fight. Jin still ignored him.
On their third day in Edo, Mugen watched, dumbfounded, as Jin peered at the rainy sky, opened his red umbrella and pulled Fuu close to his side so the umbrella would cover them both. Fuu snuggled closer to Jin, to Jin, the man who never wanted to be touched! They strolled along, Mugen bringing up the rear, incredulous at the sight of Jin nodding at Fuu's inane chatter. Once Jin actually almost smiled.
Acid roiled in Mugen's gut. He wanted to puke. He wanted to hit something. Preferably Jin. He wanted-
Hell. He didn’t know what he wanted.
On their fourth night in Edo, Jin lay down next to Fuu near the fire and wrapped his arm around her to keep her warm. Mugen spat into the flames and shivered, but his brain was on fire.
On the fifth day, leaving Edo, Fuu chased off after her damn squirrel and Mugen grabbed Jin and threw him bodily up against a tree and screamed, "What the fuck do you think you're doing!"
"Wooing," Jin said mildly. "What's it to you?"
"This!" Mugen growled, and kissed Jin fiercely, his tongue seeking and gaining access, his hands pinning Jin's arms to the rough bark. One muscular thigh shoved forcefully between Jin's; he thrust and rubbed feverishly against Jin's solidity, feeling the arousal rising in his privates, gloating as an answering hardness rose to meet his own.
There were sparkles behind Mugen's eyes from lack of breath when he finally pulled away, glaring furiously at the bespectacled ronin. "Wooing! You were fucking wooing?"
"Hm, yes," said Jin, smiling inscrutably. "Successfully, it would seem."
Author: shayheyred
Theme: Romance
Rating: PG
Author's notes: 5 days in Edo in 493 words
On their first day in Edo, Jin gave Fuu flowers.
He didn't pick them, but actually bartered for them. Mugen watched with disgust as Jin bowed to the ancient woman behind the flower cart and offered to fix her wheel in exchange for a small bunch of "irises," long purple flowers with yellow streaks in them. Mugen had always just called them "long purple things with yellow streaks" if he talked about them at all -- not that he thought about flowers on a daily basis. Anyway, Fuu seemed surprised and pleased, and blushed as she bowed to Jin and said arigato.
Mugen thought it was stupid, and said so. Fuu told him to shut up. Jin said nothing.
On their second evening in Edo, walking through the marketplace, Jin bought Fuu a honey-covered sweet. Fuu squealed with delight as she sucked at the delicacy and threw her arms around Jin, hugging him tightly before becoming embarrassed and stepping back. For the rest of the evening she kept up a running commentary on how wonderful and thoughtful Jin was, how Jin was such a gentleman (and, conversely, how rude, vulgar and thoughtless Mugen was).
Mugen thought it was a waste of money, and told Jin so. Jin ignored him. Mugen narrowed his eyes and tried to provoke a fight. Jin still ignored him.
On their third day in Edo, Mugen watched, dumbfounded, as Jin peered at the rainy sky, opened his red umbrella and pulled Fuu close to his side so the umbrella would cover them both. Fuu snuggled closer to Jin, to Jin, the man who never wanted to be touched! They strolled along, Mugen bringing up the rear, incredulous at the sight of Jin nodding at Fuu's inane chatter. Once Jin actually almost smiled.
Acid roiled in Mugen's gut. He wanted to puke. He wanted to hit something. Preferably Jin. He wanted-
Hell. He didn’t know what he wanted.
On their fourth night in Edo, Jin lay down next to Fuu near the fire and wrapped his arm around her to keep her warm. Mugen spat into the flames and shivered, but his brain was on fire.
On the fifth day, leaving Edo, Fuu chased off after her damn squirrel and Mugen grabbed Jin and threw him bodily up against a tree and screamed, "What the fuck do you think you're doing!"
"Wooing," Jin said mildly. "What's it to you?"
"This!" Mugen growled, and kissed Jin fiercely, his tongue seeking and gaining access, his hands pinning Jin's arms to the rough bark. One muscular thigh shoved forcefully between Jin's; he thrust and rubbed feverishly against Jin's solidity, feeling the arousal rising in his privates, gloating as an answering hardness rose to meet his own.
There were sparkles behind Mugen's eyes from lack of breath when he finally pulled away, glaring furiously at the bespectacled ronin. "Wooing! You were fucking wooing?"
"Hm, yes," said Jin, smiling inscrutably. "Successfully, it would seem."