Post by Lady Munin on Aug 21, 2015 20:37:39 GMT -6
Slowly opening his eyes, Jericho is greeted by the sight of Munin, who is still asleep and wrapped around him. Smiling, he watches her for a few moments. It was something he could easily get used to, finding her as beautiful while asleep as she is the rest of the time. After a gentle kiss on the forehead, he sets his head back on the pillow and shuts his eyes. He briefly notes his body feeling very loose, seeing it as a nice change. Also noting that he has never been this relaxed, he drops off again.
Munin woke up not long after he fell back asleep, and was content to enjoy his presence before attempting to extract herself from the bed.
Which is not an easy thing to do when a sleeping Jericho is opposed to you leaving. She was hard pressed not to laugh at how determined the man was even in sleep, and was horribly tempted to just give in and stay in bed.
She couldn't though, the first rays of sunrise were peaking through the curtains and she had things to do. Floors would not wax themselves, nor would packages send themselves.
She grimaced at the thought of the packages Fedex was scheduled to pick up that morning. A shard of guilt stabbing her at the thought of the necklace.
The guilt didn't last long though as anger quickly took its place.
Damn Alex for pissing her off before she even set foot out of bed.
With that thought and a final wiggle she managed to get out of bed without disturbing Jericho too much.
Pausing she smiled down at him from the foot of the bed. She was happy to see him looking so at peace, and in that moment she felt yet another wall melt away.
He really was a one man wrecking crew bulldozing his way through every wall around her heart.
Shaking her head at her own thoughts, she made her way into the bathroom.
It was crazy to think of falling in love so soon, and even crazier that deep down she knew she didn't care.
One thing was for sure the sooner she got Alex's shit sent off the sooner she could fully move on with her life. And with that thought in mind Munin started her day with a vengeance.
The next time he wakes up Jericho finds himself alone in the room. Faint classic rock could be heard faintly from down stairs.
Taking a look at the clock, he quickly shakes his head and does as double take. 10 AM.
Jericho: Fuck!
Jumping up out of bed, he tries to move too quickly for someone who woke up ten seconds ago and falls flat on his face.
Jericho: Aah, bollocks!
Munin: "Jericho?"
The door opened to reveal Munin's concerned face peeking in.
Munin: "Are you ok?"
Looking up from his prone position, he gives her a sheepish look.
Jericho: I slept in.
Munin was proud at not laughing at the sight, managing instead to only grin at him.
Munin: "Just a bit, on the bright side there's bacon and sausage on the hot plate for you."
Getting to his feet, Jericho seems pleased by the news.
Munin: "You'll have to make your own toast though I'm-"
She paused for dramatic effect, and leered at Jericho teasingly.
Munin: "Waxing the dining room floors. Actually I'm almost done in there."
An amused grin is given in response to the reference to last night's conversation.
Jericho: I can handle toast.
Munin: "Coffee is in the pot."
After blowing a kiss she closed the door and returned to her less than glamorous chore.
Grabbing a towel and change of clothes from his bag, Jericho heads to the shower, still surprised that he had overslept.
It wasn't to long after that he found himself in the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee to go with his breakfast.
Munin: "Morning sunshine."
Munin's teasing greeting was accompanied with a kiss when she entered the kitchen.
Jericho: Morning.
Setting the coffee pot down, he picks Munin up again.
This time Munin does squeak in surprise as she is lifted from the floor.
Putting his hands under her legs to support her, Jericho then kisses Munin, who has lately become his sole focus.
She settled into his arms her surprise quickly turning to pleasure. Her legs wrapped around him, as her hands run through his hair, returning his kiss with passion.
Caught up entirely in the moment, Jericho feels a fire burning within. Already, he has forgotten about the coffee he poured himself. And about the very room they're in, for that matter.
When they finally break apart Munin muses that this must be what people mean by "drunk on a kiss". She had always just thought it a quaint saying, but here she was reminding herself how to breath.
Munin: "How do you do that?"
Jericho: Do what, kiss you? I'd be happy to it demonstrate again.
Munin laughed at his teasing, but managed to resist temptation, though it was difficult. The man made her feel like a teenager sometimes.
Munin: "Nooo, how do you make me forget everything? I'm starting to think it's magic..."
Still holding her off her feet, Jericho keeps eye contact.
Jericho: Not telling. A wee bit of mystique goes a long way.
He smiles, not being entirely serious with his reply.
Serious or not Munin saw it as a direct challenge, a challenge that must be answered. She suddenly couldn't remember a good reason to resist temptation anyways.
Munin: "Oh is that how it is, and what if I make it my mission to drag the secret out of you Mr. Mysterious?"
She meets his teasing gaze with one of mock challenge.
Jericho: Ooh, you got ways of making me talk?
Leaning forward with a wicked smile, Munin begins to nip gently along his neckline, before biting down hard above his shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to leave teeth marks.
Jericho exhales hard, he didn't expect that... not that he minds. Still holding Munin off her feet, he carefully walks with her to the breakfast table.
Munin continued to pay attention to his neck by kissing her way back up her previous path. When she met his now heated gaze with her own, her look could only be described as impish.
Munin: "Ready to submit, and give me your secret?"
Jericho: Never! I shall resist!
She laughed as he played along with her teasing.
Sitting Munin on the table, but keeping hold of her, Jericho takes a moment to study her in the late morning light. Her black hair was starting to fall out of her bun, and her lips were slightly swollen from their earlier kiss. This was one battle he would not mind fighting, and he begins his first attack by nibbling his way down her neck.
It was Munin's turn to close her eyes, and fight back a whimper.
Munin: "Well I won't give up that...easily."
Without stopping what he's doing, Jericho gives a mischievous laugh.
It seemed like his little queen could be even more of a match for him than he first thought. This would be the perfect chance to test those waters, and so he starts biting just a little bit harder.
Munin did whimper out loud at that, and dug her nails into his back pressing herself against him.
Jericho: Ooh, nice... give up yet?
Munin was starting to feel drunk again, and she had to strive to hold onto her thoughts. The game she had started was quickly being turned on her, and it took all her willpower to remind herself of just why she couldn't submit.
Why was that again? Oh yeah this was her game damn it.
Munin: "Nope...never, but you may feel free to surrender at any time."
Jericho: Heheh, that's why I love you, Munin, you're always so optimistic.
Something about those words slowly penetrated Munin's passion drunk mind, and when the words finally processed her eyes widened in shock.
She was quite suddenly sober despite his very skilled best efforts.
Jericho Cross did not use the word love causally, in fact he rarely used the word at all.
Hearing him use it in reference to her set off a maelstrom of emotions. That she knew she wasn't ready to give voice to just yet.
She pulled back enough to study his face, using her fingertips to lightly trace his cheekbone, and saw only the passion and contentment she knew was mirrored by herself.
He didn't even realize he'd said it, and she doubted that he was ready to have it pointed out. She herself wasn't ready to point it out to him. So instead she pulled him to her for another deep kiss, and ended it with a smile that was a bit softer than she may have realized.
Munin: "I prefer to think of myself as a realist, and I know when to retreat, and ambush later."
Slowly nodding his head Jericho prepared himself for said ambush. He smirked at her confident that he could handle whatever she had to dish out.
Jericho: Ambush, eh? We'll see about that.
She leaned back on the breakfast table with an air of amused confidence.
Munin: "You do realize that if I did something now it wouldn't be an ambush. You're expecting it, no when I attack you'll never see it coming..."
Jericho: Challenge accepted.
With a confident smirk, he leans towards Munin, putting his hands to her rear and giving a squeeze.
Wrapping her arms around him Munin pulls him close so that she can whisper in his ear.
Munin: "Yes but you can't fight a good fight on an empty stomach. You'll need all your strength because when I win my Dread King you will lose control."
She gave him one final nip on the neck before unwrapping her legs from his waist. Releasing him to move away.
Jericho: Oh, alright...I ought to spank you.
Munin laughed at that as he moved back from the table.
Munin: "You say that like I consider it a threat."
This challenge would be difficult. Still, he could cause her to lose control first if he's careful. Biding his time for the moment, he walks into the kitchen and grabs his plate.
She hopped off the table the table with a mischievous look about her.
Munin: "Besides Travis won't be home till tomorrow afternoon. So we will have the whole house to ourselves for my next attack."
Munin followed behind him, and leaned against the counter as he made his plate.
Munin: "On another note are you ok with us staying at the house today? I hate to shatter any thoughts of me leading a life of non stop excitement, but I really wanted to train and finish cleaning my weapon collection today."
Eyes wide with enthusiasm, he spins round to face Munin.
Jericho: Weapons collection?
Taken back for a moment by his enthusiasm, Munin nodded her head.
Munin: "I like to clean them every month every other at least. I've cleaned most of it, but I always save the katanas and antique guns for last."
Jericho: Let me help. Means I get to see them.
Munin visibly brightened at his words.
Munin: "Really you don't mind?"
Jericho: Fuck no, I love weapon collections!
Munin knew she shouldn't have been surprised, but then most people didn't find cleaning weapons as pleasant as she did.
Jericho grabs his plate, along with a knife and fork, eating his breakfast in the kitchen.
Jericho: How many do you have?
Munin: "To be honest I haven't taken a count of them in a long time. I just clean them by room, and then the ones I have stored away."
Swallowing the mouthful of bacon, he fails to stop curiosity getting the better of him.
Jericho: What have you got stored away?
Munin: "I have a few family blades that I don't display, and weapons that I have no room for on my walls."
Jericho: I'm sure you can figure something out, though. There's always room if you're determined enough.
Taking another mouthful of delicious dead pig, he tries to imagine what kind of weapons she'd have no room for.
Munin: "Well then maybe you can help me find the proper place for some of them."
Jericho: Sounds good to me.
Jericho finished the rest of his meal in comfortable silence, while Munin drank a cup of coffee.
It wasn't long after that he found himself sitting on a tatami mat in what had once been nothing more than a large attic. Now it served as Munin's training room and resembled a traditional japanese dojo. Weapons decorated the otherwise plain walls, and what appeared to be a small family shrine occupied one corner.
The pair spent the better part of the day carefully cleaning each weapon in peaceful silence broken only occasionally with conversation. They were each cleaning the last of the weapons when Jericho broke the silence.
Jericho: Ooohh!
Holding a matchlock pistol in one hand, he turns it over, again and again. The excellent condition and finish of the weapon distracts him from their task.
Munin looked on in bemusement, and set the katana she had just finished to the side with care.
Munin: "Yes that's one of Travis's favorites, and actually one of the things that sparked his interest in archeology and anthropology."
Jericho: I can see why. This is a really nice piece!
Nodding her head in agreement Munin began to pack up her cleaning supplies.
Munin: "Antique Japanese guns are some of my favorite weapons to collect."
She stood after cleaning up her mess, and returned the katana to its resting place on the wall. Giving Jericho plenty of time to look over the various weapons to his heart's content, while she tucked her cleaning kit back where it belonged.
Jericho slowly wanders around the room, transfixed by one item after another. Fascinated, he forgets that the pistol in his hand was supposed to have been put away.
Jericho: Can I live in your attic?
This surprised a laugh out of Munin, and she threw him a grin over her shoulder.
Munin: "I think my uncle would frown on someone living in the dojo."
She nodded in the direction of the small shrine, but then seemed to give his words some thought.
Munin: "Then again it was hard to tell with him sometimes, his opinion would likely have been influenced by what brand of sake you brought him."
She chuckled at the thought, but still felt the small ache of loss that would never fully go away. She missed the old man, and wished that he was there to give her advice. No matter how outrageous it may or may not be.
Jericho: Ah, right. Shrine.
Jericho: Well, it was worth a try. It's like a giant toy box, really.
Munin: "What is one of your favorite weapons to collect?"
Jericho: Anything bladed, especially if it's a bit older. I like unusual ones as well.
Munin: "Nice..."
Breaking away from the 'exhibit', Jericho puts the pistol away and notices Munin looking away from him. Remembering the threat of an ambush, he stages one of his own. Moving quietly, he sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms around her, biting her neck again.
Caught completely off guard Munin lets out a surprised whimper, and unconsciously pushes back into him.
Munin: "Mmm, no fair..."
Jericho: I know.
Alternating between kissing and biting her neck, he keeps hold of her, feeling he has the upper hand.
Munin however has no plans to lose their private war, and is just as willing to play dirty.
She hooked her leg behind his and trips him to the ground, pulling away before he can take her down with him.
She quickly joined him on the ground, by straddling him.
Munin: "Did you think winning would be that easy?"
Jericho: I see it as a win either way.
Pulling her down to him, he kisses her passionately, looking to once more leave her breathless.
She returned his kiss with equal fervor, and who had the upper hand was quickly becoming unclear.
Seeing his chance, he rolls to one side, reversing their positions. Holding her hands to the floor, he returns his attention to her neck.
Nearly purring in pleasure at the feel of his mouth and edge of his teeth. She arches her hips to press herself more fully against him.
Though trying to stay focused at first, he knows he's done for. Accepting the loss right then and there, he lets go of Munin's hands to remove his t-shirt, followed by hers.
Munin wasted no time in pulling him back to her for a kiss and running her hand over his strong scarred back. Allowing her nails to leave faint red trails in their wake.
Jericho lets it all fall away, leaving only himself and Munin. Her skin against his felt incredible, and he would make the most of every second as he takes his lips from hers, making his way to her chest.
Munin: "Jericho...more."
Just when he thought his blood couldn't burn any hotter she unleashed an inferno with a mere two words. How typically Munin to not be content with merely sending someone over the edge. Oh well who needed control anyways.
He looked down to meet her dark gaze with an amorous grin that bordered on being wolfish.
Jericho: As you wish.
Later that night Jericho was left alone with his thoughts as he held a sleeping Munin in bed. How someone so wicked could appear so innocent in sleep was beyond him.
In the end, though, it served only to raise a smile. The dichotomy was amusing and yet another part of what he found so enthralling about her. Thinking about what she meant to him, his eyes slowly widen as something dawns on him.
"That's what I love about you, you're so optimistic". That's what he meant to say earlier. That's what he thought he said earlier. Shutting his eyes tight as he cringed, he silently cursed his slip up.
Had she not noticed? Did she know what he had meant and so, chose not to correct him? Evidently, she didn't notice. If she did, she'd have said something, he thought. Rationalising it to himself, he felt a sudden rush of relief. Settling back down, he holds her close and prepares for sleep. They had a big day tomorrow getting ready for the trip back to Japan.
Munin woke up not long after he fell back asleep, and was content to enjoy his presence before attempting to extract herself from the bed.
Which is not an easy thing to do when a sleeping Jericho is opposed to you leaving. She was hard pressed not to laugh at how determined the man was even in sleep, and was horribly tempted to just give in and stay in bed.
She couldn't though, the first rays of sunrise were peaking through the curtains and she had things to do. Floors would not wax themselves, nor would packages send themselves.
She grimaced at the thought of the packages Fedex was scheduled to pick up that morning. A shard of guilt stabbing her at the thought of the necklace.
The guilt didn't last long though as anger quickly took its place.
Damn Alex for pissing her off before she even set foot out of bed.
With that thought and a final wiggle she managed to get out of bed without disturbing Jericho too much.
Pausing she smiled down at him from the foot of the bed. She was happy to see him looking so at peace, and in that moment she felt yet another wall melt away.
He really was a one man wrecking crew bulldozing his way through every wall around her heart.
Shaking her head at her own thoughts, she made her way into the bathroom.
It was crazy to think of falling in love so soon, and even crazier that deep down she knew she didn't care.
One thing was for sure the sooner she got Alex's shit sent off the sooner she could fully move on with her life. And with that thought in mind Munin started her day with a vengeance.
The next time he wakes up Jericho finds himself alone in the room. Faint classic rock could be heard faintly from down stairs.
Taking a look at the clock, he quickly shakes his head and does as double take. 10 AM.
Jericho: Fuck!
Jumping up out of bed, he tries to move too quickly for someone who woke up ten seconds ago and falls flat on his face.
Jericho: Aah, bollocks!
Munin: "Jericho?"
The door opened to reveal Munin's concerned face peeking in.
Munin: "Are you ok?"
Looking up from his prone position, he gives her a sheepish look.
Jericho: I slept in.
Munin was proud at not laughing at the sight, managing instead to only grin at him.
Munin: "Just a bit, on the bright side there's bacon and sausage on the hot plate for you."
Getting to his feet, Jericho seems pleased by the news.
Munin: "You'll have to make your own toast though I'm-"
She paused for dramatic effect, and leered at Jericho teasingly.
Munin: "Waxing the dining room floors. Actually I'm almost done in there."
An amused grin is given in response to the reference to last night's conversation.
Jericho: I can handle toast.
Munin: "Coffee is in the pot."
After blowing a kiss she closed the door and returned to her less than glamorous chore.
Grabbing a towel and change of clothes from his bag, Jericho heads to the shower, still surprised that he had overslept.
It wasn't to long after that he found himself in the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee to go with his breakfast.
Munin: "Morning sunshine."
Munin's teasing greeting was accompanied with a kiss when she entered the kitchen.
Jericho: Morning.
Setting the coffee pot down, he picks Munin up again.
This time Munin does squeak in surprise as she is lifted from the floor.
Putting his hands under her legs to support her, Jericho then kisses Munin, who has lately become his sole focus.
She settled into his arms her surprise quickly turning to pleasure. Her legs wrapped around him, as her hands run through his hair, returning his kiss with passion.
Caught up entirely in the moment, Jericho feels a fire burning within. Already, he has forgotten about the coffee he poured himself. And about the very room they're in, for that matter.
When they finally break apart Munin muses that this must be what people mean by "drunk on a kiss". She had always just thought it a quaint saying, but here she was reminding herself how to breath.
Munin: "How do you do that?"
Jericho: Do what, kiss you? I'd be happy to it demonstrate again.
Munin laughed at his teasing, but managed to resist temptation, though it was difficult. The man made her feel like a teenager sometimes.
Munin: "Nooo, how do you make me forget everything? I'm starting to think it's magic..."
Still holding her off her feet, Jericho keeps eye contact.
Jericho: Not telling. A wee bit of mystique goes a long way.
He smiles, not being entirely serious with his reply.
Serious or not Munin saw it as a direct challenge, a challenge that must be answered. She suddenly couldn't remember a good reason to resist temptation anyways.
Munin: "Oh is that how it is, and what if I make it my mission to drag the secret out of you Mr. Mysterious?"
She meets his teasing gaze with one of mock challenge.
Jericho: Ooh, you got ways of making me talk?
Leaning forward with a wicked smile, Munin begins to nip gently along his neckline, before biting down hard above his shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to leave teeth marks.
Jericho exhales hard, he didn't expect that... not that he minds. Still holding Munin off her feet, he carefully walks with her to the breakfast table.
Munin continued to pay attention to his neck by kissing her way back up her previous path. When she met his now heated gaze with her own, her look could only be described as impish.
Munin: "Ready to submit, and give me your secret?"
Jericho: Never! I shall resist!
She laughed as he played along with her teasing.
Sitting Munin on the table, but keeping hold of her, Jericho takes a moment to study her in the late morning light. Her black hair was starting to fall out of her bun, and her lips were slightly swollen from their earlier kiss. This was one battle he would not mind fighting, and he begins his first attack by nibbling his way down her neck.
It was Munin's turn to close her eyes, and fight back a whimper.
Munin: "Well I won't give up that...easily."
Without stopping what he's doing, Jericho gives a mischievous laugh.
It seemed like his little queen could be even more of a match for him than he first thought. This would be the perfect chance to test those waters, and so he starts biting just a little bit harder.
Munin did whimper out loud at that, and dug her nails into his back pressing herself against him.
Jericho: Ooh, nice... give up yet?
Munin was starting to feel drunk again, and she had to strive to hold onto her thoughts. The game she had started was quickly being turned on her, and it took all her willpower to remind herself of just why she couldn't submit.
Why was that again? Oh yeah this was her game damn it.
Munin: "Nope...never, but you may feel free to surrender at any time."
Jericho: Heheh, that's why I love you, Munin, you're always so optimistic.
Something about those words slowly penetrated Munin's passion drunk mind, and when the words finally processed her eyes widened in shock.
She was quite suddenly sober despite his very skilled best efforts.
Jericho Cross did not use the word love causally, in fact he rarely used the word at all.
Hearing him use it in reference to her set off a maelstrom of emotions. That she knew she wasn't ready to give voice to just yet.
She pulled back enough to study his face, using her fingertips to lightly trace his cheekbone, and saw only the passion and contentment she knew was mirrored by herself.
He didn't even realize he'd said it, and she doubted that he was ready to have it pointed out. She herself wasn't ready to point it out to him. So instead she pulled him to her for another deep kiss, and ended it with a smile that was a bit softer than she may have realized.
Munin: "I prefer to think of myself as a realist, and I know when to retreat, and ambush later."
Slowly nodding his head Jericho prepared himself for said ambush. He smirked at her confident that he could handle whatever she had to dish out.
Jericho: Ambush, eh? We'll see about that.
She leaned back on the breakfast table with an air of amused confidence.
Munin: "You do realize that if I did something now it wouldn't be an ambush. You're expecting it, no when I attack you'll never see it coming..."
Jericho: Challenge accepted.
With a confident smirk, he leans towards Munin, putting his hands to her rear and giving a squeeze.
Wrapping her arms around him Munin pulls him close so that she can whisper in his ear.
Munin: "Yes but you can't fight a good fight on an empty stomach. You'll need all your strength because when I win my Dread King you will lose control."
She gave him one final nip on the neck before unwrapping her legs from his waist. Releasing him to move away.
Jericho: Oh, alright...I ought to spank you.
Munin laughed at that as he moved back from the table.
Munin: "You say that like I consider it a threat."
This challenge would be difficult. Still, he could cause her to lose control first if he's careful. Biding his time for the moment, he walks into the kitchen and grabs his plate.
She hopped off the table the table with a mischievous look about her.
Munin: "Besides Travis won't be home till tomorrow afternoon. So we will have the whole house to ourselves for my next attack."
Munin followed behind him, and leaned against the counter as he made his plate.
Munin: "On another note are you ok with us staying at the house today? I hate to shatter any thoughts of me leading a life of non stop excitement, but I really wanted to train and finish cleaning my weapon collection today."
Eyes wide with enthusiasm, he spins round to face Munin.
Jericho: Weapons collection?
Taken back for a moment by his enthusiasm, Munin nodded her head.
Munin: "I like to clean them every month every other at least. I've cleaned most of it, but I always save the katanas and antique guns for last."
Jericho: Let me help. Means I get to see them.
Munin visibly brightened at his words.
Munin: "Really you don't mind?"
Jericho: Fuck no, I love weapon collections!
Munin knew she shouldn't have been surprised, but then most people didn't find cleaning weapons as pleasant as she did.
Jericho grabs his plate, along with a knife and fork, eating his breakfast in the kitchen.
Jericho: How many do you have?
Munin: "To be honest I haven't taken a count of them in a long time. I just clean them by room, and then the ones I have stored away."
Swallowing the mouthful of bacon, he fails to stop curiosity getting the better of him.
Jericho: What have you got stored away?
Munin: "I have a few family blades that I don't display, and weapons that I have no room for on my walls."
Jericho: I'm sure you can figure something out, though. There's always room if you're determined enough.
Taking another mouthful of delicious dead pig, he tries to imagine what kind of weapons she'd have no room for.
Munin: "Well then maybe you can help me find the proper place for some of them."
Jericho: Sounds good to me.
Jericho finished the rest of his meal in comfortable silence, while Munin drank a cup of coffee.
It wasn't long after that he found himself sitting on a tatami mat in what had once been nothing more than a large attic. Now it served as Munin's training room and resembled a traditional japanese dojo. Weapons decorated the otherwise plain walls, and what appeared to be a small family shrine occupied one corner.
The pair spent the better part of the day carefully cleaning each weapon in peaceful silence broken only occasionally with conversation. They were each cleaning the last of the weapons when Jericho broke the silence.
Jericho: Ooohh!
Holding a matchlock pistol in one hand, he turns it over, again and again. The excellent condition and finish of the weapon distracts him from their task.
Munin looked on in bemusement, and set the katana she had just finished to the side with care.
Munin: "Yes that's one of Travis's favorites, and actually one of the things that sparked his interest in archeology and anthropology."
Jericho: I can see why. This is a really nice piece!
Nodding her head in agreement Munin began to pack up her cleaning supplies.
Munin: "Antique Japanese guns are some of my favorite weapons to collect."
She stood after cleaning up her mess, and returned the katana to its resting place on the wall. Giving Jericho plenty of time to look over the various weapons to his heart's content, while she tucked her cleaning kit back where it belonged.
Jericho slowly wanders around the room, transfixed by one item after another. Fascinated, he forgets that the pistol in his hand was supposed to have been put away.
Jericho: Can I live in your attic?
This surprised a laugh out of Munin, and she threw him a grin over her shoulder.
Munin: "I think my uncle would frown on someone living in the dojo."
She nodded in the direction of the small shrine, but then seemed to give his words some thought.
Munin: "Then again it was hard to tell with him sometimes, his opinion would likely have been influenced by what brand of sake you brought him."
She chuckled at the thought, but still felt the small ache of loss that would never fully go away. She missed the old man, and wished that he was there to give her advice. No matter how outrageous it may or may not be.
Jericho: Ah, right. Shrine.
Jericho: Well, it was worth a try. It's like a giant toy box, really.
Munin: "What is one of your favorite weapons to collect?"
Jericho: Anything bladed, especially if it's a bit older. I like unusual ones as well.
Munin: "Nice..."
Breaking away from the 'exhibit', Jericho puts the pistol away and notices Munin looking away from him. Remembering the threat of an ambush, he stages one of his own. Moving quietly, he sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms around her, biting her neck again.
Caught completely off guard Munin lets out a surprised whimper, and unconsciously pushes back into him.
Munin: "Mmm, no fair..."
Jericho: I know.
Alternating between kissing and biting her neck, he keeps hold of her, feeling he has the upper hand.
Munin however has no plans to lose their private war, and is just as willing to play dirty.
She hooked her leg behind his and trips him to the ground, pulling away before he can take her down with him.
She quickly joined him on the ground, by straddling him.
Munin: "Did you think winning would be that easy?"
Jericho: I see it as a win either way.
Pulling her down to him, he kisses her passionately, looking to once more leave her breathless.
She returned his kiss with equal fervor, and who had the upper hand was quickly becoming unclear.
Seeing his chance, he rolls to one side, reversing their positions. Holding her hands to the floor, he returns his attention to her neck.
Nearly purring in pleasure at the feel of his mouth and edge of his teeth. She arches her hips to press herself more fully against him.
Though trying to stay focused at first, he knows he's done for. Accepting the loss right then and there, he lets go of Munin's hands to remove his t-shirt, followed by hers.
Munin wasted no time in pulling him back to her for a kiss and running her hand over his strong scarred back. Allowing her nails to leave faint red trails in their wake.
Jericho lets it all fall away, leaving only himself and Munin. Her skin against his felt incredible, and he would make the most of every second as he takes his lips from hers, making his way to her chest.
Munin: "Jericho...more."
Just when he thought his blood couldn't burn any hotter she unleashed an inferno with a mere two words. How typically Munin to not be content with merely sending someone over the edge. Oh well who needed control anyways.
He looked down to meet her dark gaze with an amorous grin that bordered on being wolfish.
Jericho: As you wish.
Later that night Jericho was left alone with his thoughts as he held a sleeping Munin in bed. How someone so wicked could appear so innocent in sleep was beyond him.
In the end, though, it served only to raise a smile. The dichotomy was amusing and yet another part of what he found so enthralling about her. Thinking about what she meant to him, his eyes slowly widen as something dawns on him.
"That's what I love about you, you're so optimistic". That's what he meant to say earlier. That's what he thought he said earlier. Shutting his eyes tight as he cringed, he silently cursed his slip up.
Had she not noticed? Did she know what he had meant and so, chose not to correct him? Evidently, she didn't notice. If she did, she'd have said something, he thought. Rationalising it to himself, he felt a sudden rush of relief. Settling back down, he holds her close and prepares for sleep. They had a big day tomorrow getting ready for the trip back to Japan.
