Post by Lady Munin on Aug 15, 2015 23:37:57 GMT -6
Munin softly padded her way across the room to push open the shoji walls and the outer glazed rain walls that protected the delicate rice paper from the elements. Having finished her task of opening the large room to the night she let out a sigh to be swallowed by the gentle breeze.
She gazed out at the gardens illuminated by the cool blue light of the moon, and mused at how amazing few things ever changed here.
It was a bittersweet thought, but comforting in it's own way.
A small part of her almost expected her uncle to join her in sitting on the polished wooden floor. In some ways perhaps he was...
She could almost hear him chuckling at some inappropriate joke while she made herself comfortable. Perhaps trying to distract her so he could sneak a drink of plum wine before she had set the cups out.
The thought brought a smile to her still red lips, it was a much needed smile after having to address Alex...and then there was the letter.
She poured herself a drink, and then in a moment of whimsy, set out another glass cup to fill.
Oh how she wished he was here to offer his advice.
Packing her ivory pipe with whiskey flavored tobacco she could almost hear him offering his thoughts.
The first thing would likely be that she looked like she should be sitting in an office building instead of on the engawa (roughly translates into porch)
looking at the stars. If you are going to relax and indulge do it right, or do not do it at all.
So it was with a smile that she loosened the ties of her kimono a bit, and freed her long black hair from the delicate combs.
Munin: Possibly some of the best advice I've had all day...
She allowed herself to relax her back against the glazed surface of the rain wall, and did her best to lose herself to the night. If only for a few moments she wouldn't think about the crumbled letter resting nearby and all the complexities behind it.
She would simply blow smoke into the wind and sip her wine to the sound of crickets. Maybe in some ways her uncle was still there with her if only in spirit...
Taking in the peaceful atmosphere in her solitude, Munin doesn't hear the careful, silent approach from behind. The next thing she feels is a gentle poke on the back of her neck.
After stilling for a moment she relaxes, there is only one person it could be after all.
Munin: Hello to you too, how was your day?
Jericho:Dammit! But I was so quiet!
Smiling she glanced at him over her shoulder. Dark eyes sparkling in amusement of his disappointed look. For a moment he looked like a little boy that was caught with a frog in his pocket.
Munin: You were quiet, but that was a very Jericho thing to do.
With a defeated sigh, he lets his head slump forward, exaggerating disappointment. He then sits next to her, putting an arm around her and pulling her into his side a she giggles. The sound brought softness to his smile, it was a softness that few people on earth could claim seeing.
Jericho: How you doing then?
Sighing in pleasure Munin snuggled closer to him, causing one of her sleeves to fall from her shoulder.
The man generated more heat than an actual heater; not that Munin was complaining. She constantly ran cold, and he warmed her more than any: fire, blanket, or alcohol ever would.
Munin: Better now that you are here to keep me warm.
Jerich had to chuckle at that, the woman was as bad as a cat. If he was less of a man he would worry about being used for her sheer comfort.
Jericho: Well, that was easy.
A kiss on the temple accompanies his less than serious response.
Munin looked up at him with a teasing smirk.
Munin: Are you calling me easy sir?
He looked back down at her unable to resist her teasing, it seemed that he couldn't resist her in general.
Jericho: Well, I do tend to be the hard one...
Chuckling Munin sat up and began to clean her pipe to put it away. Leaving Jericho to follow her with his eyes from his spot on the floor. It was nearly impossible not to watch her especially with her black hair hanging around her, and her kimono falling off one shoulder...with the moonlight making her pale skin glow.
Munin: So what sort of mayhem have you been causing today?
Jerked from his thoughts, Jericho responded quickly with an easy grin. It was meant to be innocent, but on Jericho it was anything but.
Jericho: Would you believe none? Today was arms and back day.
Shrugging her shoulder she closed her pipe case with a click. A small smile still on her lips as she watched him from the corner of her eyes, she wondered at how right he seemed there...at how right he seemed with her.
She shook herself mentally, there was no sense in losing her head or heart so soon. Though she was starting to worry that she had already lost both.
Having re-corked the plum wine she returned to her seat on the floor. Brushing her long hair over her shoulder with unconscious sensuality.
Munin: Oh well, the night is still young. I'm sure you'll find something to get into before the night is over.
He shook his head at her words, but telling didn't bother to argue. After all he did plan on getting into something before the night was over.
It was amazing how the patience that eluded him more often than not in life appeared to have actually been stored away to deal with Munin. His patience was always rewarded though...
Jericho: Dare I ask what you've gotten up to?
Scooting back to his side, she leaned her head on his shoulder. Feeling utterly content with his presence and the taste of plum wine still on her tongue. Munin began to trace her fingers lazily down his arm to his hand, and twined her fingers with his.
Munin: Oh, I stayed busy...I shot a promo for the upcoming show after training.
He gives her small hand a gentle squeeze, a sideways smile is his first response to the news.
Jericho: Oh? Who'd you chew out?
Munin: James strong, Amanda, Kolic, and Alex...
She used her free hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Jericho's ears perked up at Alex's name, and for a moment his face was a study of cruel amusement.
Jericho: I owe Alex a little chat myself. I'll need to calm him down first, though.
Her only response to this was a nod against his shoulder. Enough words had left her mouth about Alex Cross for one day, and sitting with Jericho like this, Alex was the last person she wanted to think about.
Glancing down at her he could almost hear the thoughts running through her head. He had always been good at reading her, but now being as close to her as he was, he didn't even have to look at her sometimes to know her reaction. He had never been so in tune with another person, and he would be lying if he said it wasn't a bit frightening to be so close to another.
Jericho: Time to just unwind then?
Munin: Most definitely, business and other such shenanigans can wait till tomorrow.
Freeing his hand from hers, Jericho put his arm around her shoulders and reclined, taking Munin with him until they're lying on the wooden floor.
Without hesitation Munin snuggled into his side once more, twining her legs with him. Despite their height difference they were a perfect fit.
Munin: If you make me any more relaxed I might fall asleep...
He had to smile at that thought; moonlight, a sleeping Munin, and thoughts of how many ways he could make Alex bleed dancing through his head. That sounded like a plan he could live with.
Jericho: We have no obligations today, have a sleep if you want.
Instead of complying Munin stubbornly made a noise of disagreement, and turned her face up to address him.
Munin: But I don't want to sleep. I might miss something-
She broke off in small yawn, and looked terribly annoyed at herself.
Munin: If I sleep...
Jericho took a moment to look down into her sleepy eyes before closing his eyes. He was sure that she wouldn't appreciate his laughter.
Jericho: I'm open to suggestions.
Turning his head while trying to think of something, he notices the letter where Munin was sitting.
Jericho: Ooh, fan mail?
With a grimace Munin turned her face back to his side.
Munin: I wish, its actually a "formal" letter from Hugin...ass hole.
The last part of the sentence was a barely heard mumble into his side.
Munin: I was going to tell you about it tomorrow.
Looking from the letter to Munin, he keeps hold of her, giving voice to his concern.
Jericho: You don't talk about Hugin like that. Is everything ok?
Munin chuckled and looked up at him in wry amusement. She forgot sometimes how removed he was from how bad things were with Hugin at one point. There was point she would sooner punch him than greet him, but she couldn't deny that they were at least civil now.
Munin: I most definitely talk about him like that at least half the time lately. Yes it's fine, he just kindly informed me that canceling Travis's trip to Japan will not put off my family.
Hearing the confusion in his silence Munin lets out a sigh, before sitting up.
Munin: My family is not exactly happy that I have made Travis my heir. Some of them have outright opposed it, and have begun looking into taking legal action. Others are planning to use this as a power play. Hugin wants to sit down and form a battle plan so to say.
She looked down at him with a tired smile,unsurprised by the slight from on his face.
Jericho: But he's your son. Who are they to try and stop that?
Munin: Yes he is my son, but not by blood they do not recognize his right to succeed me one day.
Jericho: Family dynamic is one part of the culture I don't know much about. If jumping through hoops isn't enough, put the foot down. Or something. How can they take legal action anyway?
She was awake now all sleepiness brushed away by the unpleasantness that typically was her family. She couldn't help but feel a bit happy though, the fact that he cared made her feel warm inside.
Munin: That my dear is exactly what they are trying to find out. Though in all likelihood they will simply try to remove me as head of the family. I am not overly worried about it, because I have never trusted them to begin with. I started planning for something like this a long time ago, and have the perfect person in mind to look over everything for me once more.
Using one hand she traced the line of his beard, and his cheekbones.
Jericho: That'll be Hugin, yeah? I'm not exactly Mr Super Legal, lawyer extraordinaire, so I'll just be rooting for you instead.
He placed his hand over hers to still it, and turned his head to kiss it. Her touch was pleasant as always, but it was actually to pleasant. She was distracting him, and it was possibly on purpose...the little vixen.
Munin: No Hugin, is just looking to smooth things over with the family. His goal is to make the situation more acceptable to them.
She gently pulled her hand away to brush back her hair. If Jericho regretted the loss of her touch he didn't show it.
Jericho: So who then?
Munin grinned down at him impishly. If Jericho looked hard enough he was sure he might see horns.
Munin: Jon Kellar
Jericho raises his eyebrows, surprised at the reply. Not knowing the Icon very well as a person, it's easy for him to forget the man's other talents.
Jericho: I wouldn't have guessed that.
She nodded her head indicating that she expected most people not to.
Munin: I already have the paperwork rather ironclad, but I have a feel that between us we can make it tank proof.
Jericho: Nice. Wait a sec, he's a bit of a law buff, isn't he?
She nodded her head again, and her grin shifted into a devious smirk.
Munin: He is, and he is very familiar with corporate cut throat tactics.
Jericho: Good to have him on your side then. I think I can assume then, that he isn't angry with you for kicking his arse.
His wide grin shows a distinct taking of humour from that image. He really could be easily amused at times.
Munin: Well I haven't exactly asked him yet...
She looked at him with innocent dark eyes, and he had to bite back a laugh.
Munin: Do you think I should punch him first and then ask him, or ask him and then punch him?
She was obviously teasing, and never one to be a spoil sport Jericho played along. Adopting a look of utmost seriousness he met her eyes and cleared his throat.
Jericho: It's important, so ask and then punch. Or not. He has a big tournament coming up, so he'll probably appreciate the conditioning.
Munin: True...
She managed to hold a matching expression of seriousness for about thirty seconds. After that she broke into a fit of giggles.
Jericho watched her laughing for a moment, so completely open and unguarded. He couldn't resist sliding his hands around her waist, and pulling her down on top of him for a surprise kiss.
Despite her momentary surprise Munin quickly returns his passion with her own. The feel of his hand running through her hair as he controlled the kiss drove her wild.
Caught up in the moment, he gives her a warm smile as they came out of the kiss. Loving the fact that he could still taste a hint of the sweet plum wine she had consumed earlier on his lips. His eyes captured her's while his hand continued to run through the silken strands of her hair.
Jericho: I love- doing that.
Wrapping an arm around her he gently brings her to his chest; to rest her head over his heart. He hoped to hell that she hadn't noticed him very nearly slipping up. For a moment, he had startled himself with the words he had wanted to say.
Munin dealt with her own startlement, as she listened to the sound of his heart beating. For a moment her own heart had skipped a beat at the words she thought he was going to say. She had shocked herself at the near euphoria she had felt, until he had finished his sentence.
Now she felt rather silly, of course he wouldn't be saying something like that so soon, and she should be happy that he didn't because it was too soon.
Hadn't she been the one that said they needed to take things slow? What happened to that?
Her lips tugged into a wicked smile against his chest, as her mind provided mental images to explain exactly what happened to that. To be fair they had gone slow a few times.
Soon she was shamelessly sliding her hands under his shirt, and caressing the heated skin of his healing back.
Munin: This may shock you, but I love when you do that too.
Jericho: Good.
Her touch felt to him now as it did back in the stuck elevator, and he was forced to admit that he would never tire of it.
So gave into her gentle caress by opening her kimono, and slipping his hands inside. Munin could only sigh in pleasure at the feel of his touch.
Munin: I'll never get tired of this. Jericho Cross you may be more addictive than any drug on the market.
It was strange how something like that could lift a person. No one had felt this way about him before. It was unusual, but he couldn't help but enjoy it. Besides it was a bit of a relief to know that she was as addicted to him as he was to her.
Jericho: At least you won't lose your teeth or age rapidly with me. Might be harder to sneak through customs, though.
She lost her concentration in a fit of giggles, only Jericho would reply with such a literal comment.
Jericho for simply smiled with satisfaction, and continued to move his hands over her soft skin.
Jericho: This is the best decision I've ever made.
Munin lifted herself up enough to met his eyes with her own mischievous gaze.
Munin: Slipping your hands in my kimono? I can think of even better things that you can do with your hands if that's the case.
Jericho: What like this?
Her giggles quickly stopped on a gasp, and her once mischievous eyes were glazed with pleasure.
Munin: Yes, exactly like that...
Despite her best efforts her voice was rather breathy, but she was proud of herself for managing not to moan outright.
Jericho: Well then...
Rolling over, he holds Munin to the floor, removing the kimono completely.
Jericho: Exactly like that, you say?
Munin: Unless you can think of something better, but I doubt that.
She knew exactly what she was doing when she laced her tone with challenge. Jericho could rarely resist a challenge after all.
With a smile of pure sin he didn't disappoint.
Jericho: As you wish.
A few hours later Munin rested her head against Jericho's scarred chest, and was perfectly content to stay there without budging an inch.
Munin: I'm going to miss this when I go back home to get Travis...
She trailed her fingers into his hair with a sigh.
Munin: I'm going to miss you...
His heart sank. He hadn't thought about it, but he knows she's right. For a while, they'll be apart and now that he has to think about, he finds it unpleasant. Exhaling slowly through his nose, he silently accepts it.
Jericho: I'll miss you as well. Alone time can be a good thing, though. It has its uses.
A part of her heart sank at her words, but she brushed it to the side. Had she honestly hoped that he would offer to go with her? It was too soon, and he was right about alone time being a good thing.
She yawned to cover the disappointment in her voice.
"That's true..."
Jericho: We have phones as well, it's not like we can't have some form of contact.
Munin: Mmhmm of course.
Eyes growing heavier Munin pulled the blanket up higher to cover her bare shoulder from the cold.
Jericho: We need to get Japan out the way first anyway.
She gave a sleepy chuckle and another small yawn.
Munin: I will have to leave after this upcoming match and then return with him. I already know that is a large part of what Hugin's meeting will be about.
Jericho: It'll be alright. You never quit.
Her yawn had set him off into a big one. Seems it might be true that yawning is contagious.
He glanced down at her about to say something else only to realize she was fast asleep.
Jericho: Good call.
Adjusting the arm he has around her, he closes his eyes to join her in sleep.
She gazed out at the gardens illuminated by the cool blue light of the moon, and mused at how amazing few things ever changed here.
It was a bittersweet thought, but comforting in it's own way.
A small part of her almost expected her uncle to join her in sitting on the polished wooden floor. In some ways perhaps he was...
She could almost hear him chuckling at some inappropriate joke while she made herself comfortable. Perhaps trying to distract her so he could sneak a drink of plum wine before she had set the cups out.
The thought brought a smile to her still red lips, it was a much needed smile after having to address Alex...and then there was the letter.
She poured herself a drink, and then in a moment of whimsy, set out another glass cup to fill.
Oh how she wished he was here to offer his advice.
Packing her ivory pipe with whiskey flavored tobacco she could almost hear him offering his thoughts.
The first thing would likely be that she looked like she should be sitting in an office building instead of on the engawa (roughly translates into porch)
looking at the stars. If you are going to relax and indulge do it right, or do not do it at all.
So it was with a smile that she loosened the ties of her kimono a bit, and freed her long black hair from the delicate combs.
Munin: Possibly some of the best advice I've had all day...
She allowed herself to relax her back against the glazed surface of the rain wall, and did her best to lose herself to the night. If only for a few moments she wouldn't think about the crumbled letter resting nearby and all the complexities behind it.
She would simply blow smoke into the wind and sip her wine to the sound of crickets. Maybe in some ways her uncle was still there with her if only in spirit...
Taking in the peaceful atmosphere in her solitude, Munin doesn't hear the careful, silent approach from behind. The next thing she feels is a gentle poke on the back of her neck.
After stilling for a moment she relaxes, there is only one person it could be after all.
Munin: Hello to you too, how was your day?
Jericho:Dammit! But I was so quiet!
Smiling she glanced at him over her shoulder. Dark eyes sparkling in amusement of his disappointed look. For a moment he looked like a little boy that was caught with a frog in his pocket.
Munin: You were quiet, but that was a very Jericho thing to do.
With a defeated sigh, he lets his head slump forward, exaggerating disappointment. He then sits next to her, putting an arm around her and pulling her into his side a she giggles. The sound brought softness to his smile, it was a softness that few people on earth could claim seeing.
Jericho: How you doing then?
Sighing in pleasure Munin snuggled closer to him, causing one of her sleeves to fall from her shoulder.
The man generated more heat than an actual heater; not that Munin was complaining. She constantly ran cold, and he warmed her more than any: fire, blanket, or alcohol ever would.
Munin: Better now that you are here to keep me warm.
Jerich had to chuckle at that, the woman was as bad as a cat. If he was less of a man he would worry about being used for her sheer comfort.
Jericho: Well, that was easy.
A kiss on the temple accompanies his less than serious response.
Munin looked up at him with a teasing smirk.
Munin: Are you calling me easy sir?
He looked back down at her unable to resist her teasing, it seemed that he couldn't resist her in general.
Jericho: Well, I do tend to be the hard one...
Chuckling Munin sat up and began to clean her pipe to put it away. Leaving Jericho to follow her with his eyes from his spot on the floor. It was nearly impossible not to watch her especially with her black hair hanging around her, and her kimono falling off one shoulder...with the moonlight making her pale skin glow.
Munin: So what sort of mayhem have you been causing today?
Jerked from his thoughts, Jericho responded quickly with an easy grin. It was meant to be innocent, but on Jericho it was anything but.
Jericho: Would you believe none? Today was arms and back day.
Shrugging her shoulder she closed her pipe case with a click. A small smile still on her lips as she watched him from the corner of her eyes, she wondered at how right he seemed there...at how right he seemed with her.
She shook herself mentally, there was no sense in losing her head or heart so soon. Though she was starting to worry that she had already lost both.
Having re-corked the plum wine she returned to her seat on the floor. Brushing her long hair over her shoulder with unconscious sensuality.
Munin: Oh well, the night is still young. I'm sure you'll find something to get into before the night is over.
He shook his head at her words, but telling didn't bother to argue. After all he did plan on getting into something before the night was over.
It was amazing how the patience that eluded him more often than not in life appeared to have actually been stored away to deal with Munin. His patience was always rewarded though...
Jericho: Dare I ask what you've gotten up to?
Scooting back to his side, she leaned her head on his shoulder. Feeling utterly content with his presence and the taste of plum wine still on her tongue. Munin began to trace her fingers lazily down his arm to his hand, and twined her fingers with his.
Munin: Oh, I stayed busy...I shot a promo for the upcoming show after training.
He gives her small hand a gentle squeeze, a sideways smile is his first response to the news.
Jericho: Oh? Who'd you chew out?
Munin: James strong, Amanda, Kolic, and Alex...
She used her free hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Jericho's ears perked up at Alex's name, and for a moment his face was a study of cruel amusement.
Jericho: I owe Alex a little chat myself. I'll need to calm him down first, though.
Her only response to this was a nod against his shoulder. Enough words had left her mouth about Alex Cross for one day, and sitting with Jericho like this, Alex was the last person she wanted to think about.
Glancing down at her he could almost hear the thoughts running through her head. He had always been good at reading her, but now being as close to her as he was, he didn't even have to look at her sometimes to know her reaction. He had never been so in tune with another person, and he would be lying if he said it wasn't a bit frightening to be so close to another.
Jericho: Time to just unwind then?
Munin: Most definitely, business and other such shenanigans can wait till tomorrow.
Freeing his hand from hers, Jericho put his arm around her shoulders and reclined, taking Munin with him until they're lying on the wooden floor.
Without hesitation Munin snuggled into his side once more, twining her legs with him. Despite their height difference they were a perfect fit.
Munin: If you make me any more relaxed I might fall asleep...
He had to smile at that thought; moonlight, a sleeping Munin, and thoughts of how many ways he could make Alex bleed dancing through his head. That sounded like a plan he could live with.
Jericho: We have no obligations today, have a sleep if you want.
Instead of complying Munin stubbornly made a noise of disagreement, and turned her face up to address him.
Munin: But I don't want to sleep. I might miss something-
She broke off in small yawn, and looked terribly annoyed at herself.
Munin: If I sleep...
Jericho took a moment to look down into her sleepy eyes before closing his eyes. He was sure that she wouldn't appreciate his laughter.
Jericho: I'm open to suggestions.
Turning his head while trying to think of something, he notices the letter where Munin was sitting.
Jericho: Ooh, fan mail?
With a grimace Munin turned her face back to his side.
Munin: I wish, its actually a "formal" letter from Hugin...ass hole.
The last part of the sentence was a barely heard mumble into his side.
Munin: I was going to tell you about it tomorrow.
Looking from the letter to Munin, he keeps hold of her, giving voice to his concern.
Jericho: You don't talk about Hugin like that. Is everything ok?
Munin chuckled and looked up at him in wry amusement. She forgot sometimes how removed he was from how bad things were with Hugin at one point. There was point she would sooner punch him than greet him, but she couldn't deny that they were at least civil now.
Munin: I most definitely talk about him like that at least half the time lately. Yes it's fine, he just kindly informed me that canceling Travis's trip to Japan will not put off my family.
Hearing the confusion in his silence Munin lets out a sigh, before sitting up.
Munin: My family is not exactly happy that I have made Travis my heir. Some of them have outright opposed it, and have begun looking into taking legal action. Others are planning to use this as a power play. Hugin wants to sit down and form a battle plan so to say.
She looked down at him with a tired smile,unsurprised by the slight from on his face.
Jericho: But he's your son. Who are they to try and stop that?
Munin: Yes he is my son, but not by blood they do not recognize his right to succeed me one day.
Jericho: Family dynamic is one part of the culture I don't know much about. If jumping through hoops isn't enough, put the foot down. Or something. How can they take legal action anyway?
She was awake now all sleepiness brushed away by the unpleasantness that typically was her family. She couldn't help but feel a bit happy though, the fact that he cared made her feel warm inside.
Munin: That my dear is exactly what they are trying to find out. Though in all likelihood they will simply try to remove me as head of the family. I am not overly worried about it, because I have never trusted them to begin with. I started planning for something like this a long time ago, and have the perfect person in mind to look over everything for me once more.
Using one hand she traced the line of his beard, and his cheekbones.
Jericho: That'll be Hugin, yeah? I'm not exactly Mr Super Legal, lawyer extraordinaire, so I'll just be rooting for you instead.
He placed his hand over hers to still it, and turned his head to kiss it. Her touch was pleasant as always, but it was actually to pleasant. She was distracting him, and it was possibly on purpose...the little vixen.
Munin: No Hugin, is just looking to smooth things over with the family. His goal is to make the situation more acceptable to them.
She gently pulled her hand away to brush back her hair. If Jericho regretted the loss of her touch he didn't show it.
Jericho: So who then?
Munin grinned down at him impishly. If Jericho looked hard enough he was sure he might see horns.
Munin: Jon Kellar
Jericho raises his eyebrows, surprised at the reply. Not knowing the Icon very well as a person, it's easy for him to forget the man's other talents.
Jericho: I wouldn't have guessed that.
She nodded her head indicating that she expected most people not to.
Munin: I already have the paperwork rather ironclad, but I have a feel that between us we can make it tank proof.
Jericho: Nice. Wait a sec, he's a bit of a law buff, isn't he?
She nodded her head again, and her grin shifted into a devious smirk.
Munin: He is, and he is very familiar with corporate cut throat tactics.
Jericho: Good to have him on your side then. I think I can assume then, that he isn't angry with you for kicking his arse.
His wide grin shows a distinct taking of humour from that image. He really could be easily amused at times.
Munin: Well I haven't exactly asked him yet...
She looked at him with innocent dark eyes, and he had to bite back a laugh.
Munin: Do you think I should punch him first and then ask him, or ask him and then punch him?
She was obviously teasing, and never one to be a spoil sport Jericho played along. Adopting a look of utmost seriousness he met her eyes and cleared his throat.
Jericho: It's important, so ask and then punch. Or not. He has a big tournament coming up, so he'll probably appreciate the conditioning.
Munin: True...
She managed to hold a matching expression of seriousness for about thirty seconds. After that she broke into a fit of giggles.
Jericho watched her laughing for a moment, so completely open and unguarded. He couldn't resist sliding his hands around her waist, and pulling her down on top of him for a surprise kiss.
Despite her momentary surprise Munin quickly returns his passion with her own. The feel of his hand running through her hair as he controlled the kiss drove her wild.
Caught up in the moment, he gives her a warm smile as they came out of the kiss. Loving the fact that he could still taste a hint of the sweet plum wine she had consumed earlier on his lips. His eyes captured her's while his hand continued to run through the silken strands of her hair.
Jericho: I love- doing that.
Wrapping an arm around her he gently brings her to his chest; to rest her head over his heart. He hoped to hell that she hadn't noticed him very nearly slipping up. For a moment, he had startled himself with the words he had wanted to say.
Munin dealt with her own startlement, as she listened to the sound of his heart beating. For a moment her own heart had skipped a beat at the words she thought he was going to say. She had shocked herself at the near euphoria she had felt, until he had finished his sentence.
Now she felt rather silly, of course he wouldn't be saying something like that so soon, and she should be happy that he didn't because it was too soon.
Hadn't she been the one that said they needed to take things slow? What happened to that?
Her lips tugged into a wicked smile against his chest, as her mind provided mental images to explain exactly what happened to that. To be fair they had gone slow a few times.
Soon she was shamelessly sliding her hands under his shirt, and caressing the heated skin of his healing back.
Munin: This may shock you, but I love when you do that too.
Jericho: Good.
Her touch felt to him now as it did back in the stuck elevator, and he was forced to admit that he would never tire of it.
So gave into her gentle caress by opening her kimono, and slipping his hands inside. Munin could only sigh in pleasure at the feel of his touch.
Munin: I'll never get tired of this. Jericho Cross you may be more addictive than any drug on the market.
It was strange how something like that could lift a person. No one had felt this way about him before. It was unusual, but he couldn't help but enjoy it. Besides it was a bit of a relief to know that she was as addicted to him as he was to her.
Jericho: At least you won't lose your teeth or age rapidly with me. Might be harder to sneak through customs, though.
She lost her concentration in a fit of giggles, only Jericho would reply with such a literal comment.
Jericho for simply smiled with satisfaction, and continued to move his hands over her soft skin.
Jericho: This is the best decision I've ever made.
Munin lifted herself up enough to met his eyes with her own mischievous gaze.
Munin: Slipping your hands in my kimono? I can think of even better things that you can do with your hands if that's the case.
Jericho: What like this?
Her giggles quickly stopped on a gasp, and her once mischievous eyes were glazed with pleasure.
Munin: Yes, exactly like that...
Despite her best efforts her voice was rather breathy, but she was proud of herself for managing not to moan outright.
Jericho: Well then...
Rolling over, he holds Munin to the floor, removing the kimono completely.
Jericho: Exactly like that, you say?
Munin: Unless you can think of something better, but I doubt that.
She knew exactly what she was doing when she laced her tone with challenge. Jericho could rarely resist a challenge after all.
With a smile of pure sin he didn't disappoint.
Jericho: As you wish.
A few hours later Munin rested her head against Jericho's scarred chest, and was perfectly content to stay there without budging an inch.
Munin: I'm going to miss this when I go back home to get Travis...
She trailed her fingers into his hair with a sigh.
Munin: I'm going to miss you...
His heart sank. He hadn't thought about it, but he knows she's right. For a while, they'll be apart and now that he has to think about, he finds it unpleasant. Exhaling slowly through his nose, he silently accepts it.
Jericho: I'll miss you as well. Alone time can be a good thing, though. It has its uses.
A part of her heart sank at her words, but she brushed it to the side. Had she honestly hoped that he would offer to go with her? It was too soon, and he was right about alone time being a good thing.
She yawned to cover the disappointment in her voice.
"That's true..."
Jericho: We have phones as well, it's not like we can't have some form of contact.
Munin: Mmhmm of course.
Eyes growing heavier Munin pulled the blanket up higher to cover her bare shoulder from the cold.
Jericho: We need to get Japan out the way first anyway.
She gave a sleepy chuckle and another small yawn.
Munin: I will have to leave after this upcoming match and then return with him. I already know that is a large part of what Hugin's meeting will be about.
Jericho: It'll be alright. You never quit.
Her yawn had set him off into a big one. Seems it might be true that yawning is contagious.
He glanced down at her about to say something else only to realize she was fast asleep.
Jericho: Good call.
Adjusting the arm he has around her, he closes his eyes to join her in sleep.
