[Drabble] Adventerous!Salome & powered_otaku

[sweetsalome]

        “Cliff diving, in Acapulco?”  Hiro gives her a look as if she’s lost her mind, it’s not an uncommon look, but she still gets frustrated when she gets it. 

        “It’s not like I am asking you to walk across hot coals, plus we’re with a group!”  Oh yes, the local who looked like a bum but was highly recommended by one of the hotels in town.  That really doesn't make him feel better about the situation, especially not after the waivers they have to fill out.

        “Hey, I ate the intestines when we were in China,” she reminds him, leaning over to take a peek off the side of the cliff at the crashing waters below them.  Grabbing her, he tugs the blond back to stand beside him, on solid ground.

       “Yes, but pig intestine will not kill you!  This could kill you!”  He was pained to even have to explain this to her.  “I do not understand why you are surprised at my response.”

Turning to him, she puts her hand on her hip and gives him a very serious look.  “I’m not going to die, I’m going to live to be a thousand years old,” for some reason the number keeps going up when she speaks to him.  “And you are too, which is why it’s perfectly safe to jump.  Nothing can go wrong.”

 “That’s not even logical; do you know how crazy you sound sometimes?”  But she is grinning, and despite the death jump in front of him, he manages a slight smile as well.

The trainer explains how to correctly jump, and that there would be a boat that would collect you after you surfaced.  After joking that he had never lost a person . . . yet, he asks the group to form a queue.  When there was only one other person in front of her, Salome begins to get a little nervous. 

Turning to Hiro, she sighs and takes him by his shoulders.  For a long time she doesn't say anything, just looks deep into his eyes as if she is searching for something.  Grinning she leans up and kisses him quickly, “I’ll see you at the bottom, okay?”

Before he can say a word, or pull her back, she steps away and disappears off the edge of the cliff.  The instructor motions for Hiro to come forward, as he moves he seriously wonders what possessed him to go along with this idea.  There was no turning back now, and at the signal, he jumps.

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[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps we should slow down a bit. Perhaps we should get Jonba used to me first. Do something simple like a picnic or take him to the pool. Does he swim yet?"

"I have never been to Turkey. I was in Greece. We sailed around the islands when I was little."

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"I think he would like that, very much. He swims a little, and he loves the beach." She laughed suddenly and turned to him. "He smells like pancakes, always, no matter if he eats them or not. The only time he doesn't is when he goes to the beach, then he smells like sun screen."

Closing her eyes she swung their hands slowly and hummed to the music that came from the shops they passed. "I bet Greece is beautiful too, did you like it?"

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"A picnic on the beach! That is a wonderful idea." He looks a little confused. "Why does he smell like pancakes?"

"Yes, I liked it very much. We sailed on a yacht that belonged to a friend of my father's. Since I was the only boy, I had a cabin all to myself. It was small, but I did not have to share. We snorkled and swam in the Mediterranean."

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"I don't know, but he always does, next time we see him you smell him and you'll see." Grinning she reached up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek, bouncing still. When they got to the hotel, she shivered a bit at the sudden onset of air conditioning.

"That sounds really great, I love boats, and they are the best thing to travel on. I mean besides you, your actually the best." Sighing she thought happily about sailing around islands through crystal blue waters.

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Hiro rubs her arm, trying to warm her a little. "All right, I will check that." He keeps his arm around her shoulder as they collect the key for the room.

"We could do that. Perhaps we could do that around Greece and Turkey. I will check with a travel agency at home."

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"Sniffing babies is completely normal," she tells him, still grinning like a complete idiot. When they get inside the elevator she hits their button and jumps on him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. "That sounds like a blast, but I get to drive the boat, baby!"

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"Honto? People sniff babies?" He looks a little wary as if he thinks she's pulling his leg.

"Oh, it will be a big boat with its own crew, but they will probably let you do some of the steering. I am not much of a sailor. I have always been a passenger. Though we could get a smaller boat and sail in the bay of New York. Do you know how to sail? You could teach me."

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"Honto." She repeats and then laughs before kissing him quickly her fingers combing through his hair.

"Nooo, they have smaller boats, not big ones with crews but ones that can be run by a few men and can carry a couple of passengers! Hai, I know how to sail, I would be more then happy to teach you. It would be lovely."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

He purrs as she runs her fingers through his hair. When they get inside, he opens the windows and the balcony doors. A soft ocean breeze wafts throught the room, bringing the sound and smell of waves.

"That sounds good. Hopefully they do not carry too many people. I do not think I want to have too many other people with us."

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If he purrs when her fingers are in his hair, she nearly melts at the soft breeze and the sound of the waves. Kicking off her shoes, she moves to the bed and collapses on to it. Eyes closed and she moved her hand over her stomach, just loving the peaceful moment.

"Mmm I wouldn't want many people with us either. Then I wouldn't be able to do what I want with you."

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He lies down on the bed next to her and just takes her hand. He likes the peace, too - just listening to the waves.

"It would be a little...off-putting, yes?"

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Intertwining her fingers with his, she closes her eyes and then lays her cheek on his shoulder. Her thumb lightly rubs over the back of his hand and she smiles, happy, safe and with someone she loves.

"Mmm, I don't know, I like watching, I like being watched."

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He squeezes her fingers as she cuddles against him. This is what love feels like, he thinks. Although he really wants to know what upset her earlier, he's not about to ruin this moment.

"I like watching. I am not so sure about being watched."

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She places light kisses against his shoulder, nuzzling the fabric of his shirt as she scoots just a bit closer. He smells good, like the soap and heat, she loves it.

"You like watching, really?" It is clear she is interested by this information. "What do you like to watch."

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His arm goes around her shoulders, playing with her hair.

"I like watching 2 girls," he says shyly. "I like watching some bondage, as long as it is enjoyable. I like when the person is obviously pleasured. I like shibari."

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Her head moves lower against his chest, groaning a little as he plays with her hair, his fingers feel amazing.

"Would you like to watch me with another girl?" Shes grinning, her free hand moving over his stomach. "What is shibari?"

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Her hair is soft and smells of salt breezes and coconut shampoo. He loves the way it feels. Part of him indulges in a fantasy of feeling it against his cock.

"I would like to see it only if it pleases you. I would not make you indulge my fantasies. Though, perhaps I could do one of yours. Shibari is very intricate rope binding. Long ago it was a form of torture."

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As his fingers continue to move she rubs her cheek against his chest, whimpering lightly. Keeping her eyes close, she can feel the silk strands fall over her face as her hand moves over his chest. She can't stop thinking about sex, God, every part of sex, with him. It drives her crazy.

"I like women, I think they are beautiful and the right one would be very nice to play with. Especially if you are watching. One of my fantasies?" Her voice trails off a little, thinking of her own fantasies. "Oh, I think I have seen pictures of that. Do you want to tie up a woman like that, or have that done to you?"

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Her hair and skin feel so good against his skin. He keeps playing with the strands, relishing her soft whimpers.

"You are such a wonderful lover. It would be so hot to watch you, knowing just how it feels to be the lucky recipient." He thinks a moment. "Both I think. Done right, women can look so lovely. Like a present. Men look rather exotic that way."

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Her fingers slide up under his shirt, moving over the smooth skin, her nails dragging lightly over the flesh. For a long time she is silent, listening to him speak.

As her cheeks turned pink she lifted her head, hair falling over her face. "When did you know you liked men?" She didn't say it to be mean, or rude, just truly curious. She never saw sex as anything but two people indulging in their urges, sex didn't matter.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

His skin goosepimples a bit with her scratches. "It happened in college. I got a boy crush on one of the captain of the judo team. I never said anything to him. I was just a strange kid who was in his biology class. I usually ignored those impulses. I did not think any of them would be interested in me. Then one night after a party, I was a bit drunk and one of my friend's roommates took me to his room." He shrugs. "I prefer sex when I care for the person I am with. Meaningless sex is precisely that."

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Sitting up she starts to undo the buttons on his shirt, she keeps her eyes trained on her fingers as she pushed the fabric aside. Leaning down she brushed her hair over his bare chest, letting the golden strands drape over his skin. "Meaningless sex? Is any sex truly meaningless, there are always pieces of us left behind. Each time you are with someone you give them apart of you."

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He shrugs a bit. "I suppose you are right, but I prefer to feel a connection beyond the biological one. I like feeling that there is more. Maybe not love so much as a moment shared that you can look back on with fondness. I suppose that makes me a strange man."

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"No, that doesn't make you a strange man, it makes you very special." Sitting up, she brushes her hair away from her face, sweeping it back from her forehead with her arm. The more time she spends with him, the more they talk, the more she realizes what an amazing man he is. It almost feels wrong that he's committed himself to her, he seems destined for so much more, to love someone as amazing as he is. There is no doubt in her mind that she will always love him, stick by him until he tires of her.

The palm of her hand moves up his chest as she kisses his mouth. It's a light kiss, very gentle and sweet. She moves slow, not wanting to be the aggressive one this time.

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"As special as you are. We are quite the team." He takes her face in his hands, kissing her softly, then with more energy as she invites him to be more agressive. He gently rolls her to her back as his hands caress her sides. Open-mouth kisses dot her neck her collarbones, his mouth latches on a nipple, sucking and nipping gently.