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+S to Z › Samurai Champloo
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,004
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Samurai Champloo, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Mr.Officer
Title: Mr. Officer
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Characters: Mugen & Fuu
Table: One
Prompt: # 38. Touch
Word Count: 376
Rating: T
Warning: Naughty intentions?
Summary: “ There a problem officer?” “Yeah, your clothed.”
Author's Notes: Story set in AU.
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Fuu cursed loudly once she spotted the blue lights pulling up behind her on the freeway, the wailing siren demanding she pull over immediately. This was just not her lucky day; first she breaks two of her freshly manicured nails, looses one shoe to her favorite pumps, gets called into work, and now this! Days like these were best spent in the confines of her bed, eating chocolates, and watching her stories.
Out of her rear-view mirror she could see a mop of familiar brown hair belonging to her housemate and inwardly sighed, at least she wouldn’t be receiving a fine…although receiving a headache might be likely.
Fuu places her head in her folded arms on the steering wheel with a groan. “The hell, Mugen you swine, your going to make me late!”
“License and registration.” His monotone voice baritones, ignoring her drivel of incoherent insults hurled towards him.
Fuu picked her head up from the steering wheel reluctantly, “You have got to be-”
The officer shot the annoyed brunette his alluringly devious grin. “Mind stepping out of the vehicle, sweet cheeks?”
Fuu growled. “You just love to piss me off don’t you, you jerk.”
“C’mon now, out you go.” His wryly grin, deepened her scowl. He impatiently tugged on her arm, she in return pulled away. “Ya know… Failing to follow officer demands is an offense.” When he received no reply he lent in closer. “In other words, I’ll have to whip out the cuffs.”
She growled at his suggestive words and unwillingly exited her small beaten up civic, much to the glee of “Mr. Officer” who snickered at her obedience. “Hands on the hood and spread em”
“For the love of…“ Fuu did as was told, all the while muttering obscenities. Her hands rested upon the heated silver hood, her legs outstretched in submission. “Perv…”
She squeaked at the suddenness of his body pressing into hers and the feeling of familiar strong hands palming their way down her shoulders searchingly. He took his time ‘searching’ her body for any potential illegalities, he knew she did not have procession of, however he gave her bottom special attention by squeezing and kneading at his own leisure. Mugen’s wondering hands slithered up her sides, just high enough to come dangerously close to her breasts before engulfing each one in his large palms. Fuu inhaled and paused upon hearing a hum from behind her.
“Problem officer?”
Deliberate breaths on her ear, followed by a soft, wet sensation upon her lobe brought a shiver up her spine. His lips teased, just barely touching, causing a flutter in her gut as he rasped hotly upon the back of her neck. “Yeah, your clothed.”
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Characters: Mugen & Fuu
Table: One
Prompt: # 38. Touch
Word Count: 376
Rating: T
Warning: Naughty intentions?
Summary: “ There a problem officer?” “Yeah, your clothed.”
Author's Notes: Story set in AU.
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Fuu cursed loudly once she spotted the blue lights pulling up behind her on the freeway, the wailing siren demanding she pull over immediately. This was just not her lucky day; first she breaks two of her freshly manicured nails, looses one shoe to her favorite pumps, gets called into work, and now this! Days like these were best spent in the confines of her bed, eating chocolates, and watching her stories.
Out of her rear-view mirror she could see a mop of familiar brown hair belonging to her housemate and inwardly sighed, at least she wouldn’t be receiving a fine…although receiving a headache might be likely.
Fuu places her head in her folded arms on the steering wheel with a groan. “The hell, Mugen you swine, your going to make me late!”
“License and registration.” His monotone voice baritones, ignoring her drivel of incoherent insults hurled towards him.
Fuu picked her head up from the steering wheel reluctantly, “You have got to be-”
The officer shot the annoyed brunette his alluringly devious grin. “Mind stepping out of the vehicle, sweet cheeks?”
Fuu growled. “You just love to piss me off don’t you, you jerk.”
“C’mon now, out you go.” His wryly grin, deepened her scowl. He impatiently tugged on her arm, she in return pulled away. “Ya know… Failing to follow officer demands is an offense.” When he received no reply he lent in closer. “In other words, I’ll have to whip out the cuffs.”
She growled at his suggestive words and unwillingly exited her small beaten up civic, much to the glee of “Mr. Officer” who snickered at her obedience. “Hands on the hood and spread em”
“For the love of…“ Fuu did as was told, all the while muttering obscenities. Her hands rested upon the heated silver hood, her legs outstretched in submission. “Perv…”
She squeaked at the suddenness of his body pressing into hers and the feeling of familiar strong hands palming their way down her shoulders searchingly. He took his time ‘searching’ her body for any potential illegalities, he knew she did not have procession of, however he gave her bottom special attention by squeezing and kneading at his own leisure. Mugen’s wondering hands slithered up her sides, just high enough to come dangerously close to her breasts before engulfing each one in his large palms. Fuu inhaled and paused upon hearing a hum from behind her.
“Problem officer?”
Deliberate breaths on her ear, followed by a soft, wet sensation upon her lobe brought a shiver up her spine. His lips teased, just barely touching, causing a flutter in her gut as he rasped hotly upon the back of her neck. “Yeah, your clothed.”