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First Time	By : CrystalEllinon Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own G.I. Joe, and I do not make money off of it. Just play around in it sometimes.

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- 1-First Time
- 1
She’d kissed him.

He’d known she was nervous about something; her heart had been beating faster than normal. But, well…he’d assumed that it was frustration and some slight anxiety over her archery training, which she was struggling with slightly. And then she’d kissed him, and things had gotten infinitely more complicated.
Had she not been still holding the bow, he would have dropped it. He’d…had more than a few thoughts about her. Most involved what those long legs would feel like wrapped around his hips. A few speculated on what she’d sound like screaming his name. All had been sternly ignored; she was his student.
And then she’d kissed him.

At first he was so surprised that he couldn’t move, and then he couldn’t move because if he had, it would have been to do very bad things to her right there on the grass.
She backed off and eyed him; her gaze was nervous, questioning…and still very clearly wanting more.

He’d taken a few seconds to get his hormones under control. He’d then given her a chance to change her mind. He wasn’t a good man; he’d done bad things, maybe too many to ever hope for redemption. If he still had a soul, he wasn’t sure it could be saved.
She hadn’t blinked. She’d just smiled and kissed him again, and now he was kissing her back and all thought of training was gone.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in against him. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and nipping at his lower lip just hard enough to be interesting.

It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman. Between the way she was pressing against him, her body warm and curved in all the right places and her lips on his…well, the ground was looking better by the second.
She must have felt his very obvious physical reaction; she ground against him, very deliberately. His breath caught, and it took everything he had to carefully pull away.
“What?” She blinked, and sounded slightly breathless. “I’m sorry…did I…”

“No.” He closed his eyes and took a deep, meditative breath, regaining some control. “You didn’t do anything wrong. But I don’t want to rush you into anything, and I’m about ten seconds away from ripping your clothes off.”
She smiled, and Lords of Heaven and Hell, the look she gave him should probably be counted as a sex act in and of itself. “Tommy,” she said, and her voice was a purr that went right to his libido. “I’ve wanted this…you…since I first saw you. If anything, I’m rushing you. If you want to wait…”
He wanted her in his bed. Or on his dresser. Or in his shower. Or on his floor; he wasn’t particularly picky. But he hadn’t been prepared for this; he groaned in frustration. A beautiful, very willing woman was in his arms, and he didn’t have the proper preventative measures on hand.
“Junko…I don’t have anything…” He could hear the frustration in his voice.

Junko smiled even more widely. “If contraception is what you’re worried about, don’t. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. So unless you’ve got any nasty surprises for me, we’re good.”
Oh, sweet merciful gods.

“My room.” He managed. There was, after all, only so much a man could take. Even if he was a master ninja with a great deal of self control.
She grabbed him by the front of the shirt and almost dragged him towards the door. Tommy somehow managed not to run into anything while simultaneously walking and trying to undo the buttons on her shirt. Junko’s hands were already up under his.
“Oooh…Tommy…you have just incredible abs, don’t you?”

“Damn straight I do.” He grinned.

Finally in his room, she pulled away. Tommy almost groaned. Oh, hell…please, please don’t change your mind now, Junko…
But she just stepped back, her eyes never leaving him, and very slowly started to undress.

He remembered suddenly that she’d trained as a geisha. This explained how she was able to completely shut off all blood flow to his brain without even touching him.
When she moved into his arms and kissed him again, it was completely naked. He let his hands slide down her spine, over her backside, and back up to rest on her hips.
Her fingers deftly undid the ties of his gi and he took his hands off of her just long enough to shrug the shirt off. Ahh… that was better. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and it felt even better than he’d anticipated.
She had his pants off fast enough to make him wonder just where she’d learned to do that. He kissed her again; she half pulled him and he half backed her to his bed.

Once they were horizontal, he set about exploring all of the interesting curves and lines of her body inch by inch. Her skin was wonderfully soft, she was marvelously responsive, and she was even better looking naked and in his bed than his private fantasies had projected.
It had been awhile since he’d been with a woman, but his skill was a source of no little pride for him. She was arching and moaning most satisfactorily in short order, and he was so hard it almost hurt.
“Please.” Her voice was a choked gasp. “Oh…oh…Tommy…Tommy, please…”

He obliged, raising his head from where he’d been doing things to her nipples with his tongue that were probably considered a mortal sin in at least three religions. He settled himself over her; she arched to give him a better angle.
He eased into her slowly, savoring every inch. She was wet, and wonderfully soft and tight. She sighed and rocked her hips against his, which sent a flash of heat up his spine, making him gasp.
She locked her legs around his hips, which felt even better than he’d imagined. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Oh, damn...yes...

The feeling of having a woman underneath him, soft curves over whipcord muscle, soft skin, her hair spread over his pillow…oh, yes, yes. The scent of her was in his nose…soap, musk, and sweat, and now sex. Tommy gave himself over to the sheer ecstasy of it, driving himself into her in deep, smooth strokes. She started making soft little sounds of pleasure in his ear.
Her legs tightened around him. He sped up slightly, which drew a very satisfying whine of pleasure from her.

Then his toes curled, and his vision dimmed; she’d just rolled her muscles around him, which felt…oh, dear sweet god… she was doing it again. If he ever met the lover who’d taught her this trick, he’d both thank him and then shove something extremely sharp through the man’s chest.
If she kept doing that, he wasn’t going to last much longer. But she was gasping his name, breathless, and he knew she was close too.

Sure enough, she arched, a long taut line off the bed, her nails digging into his back, clinging to him like her life depended on it. He felt her going hot and tight.
“Tommy…gods…YES…now, TOMMYYY!!”

The last syllable of his name rose to an ecstatic shriek, and then she was bucking and shuddering under him and he was going down too, pleasure burning through every nerve. He spent himself inside her with a groan that was almost agonized.
He collapsed on top of her, sweaty and panting for breath as aftershocks made him twitch. She smoothed a hand along his spine and sighed happily, apparently enjoying the afterglow as much as he was.
“Wow.” Her voice was a breathy sigh.

He reluctantly slid off of her, rolling onto his back. He curled an arm around her and tucked her in against his side. She snuggled up happily, appropriating his chest as a pillow and draping an arm over his waist.
“I have wanted to do that to you for a very long time.” He grinned down at her, in an absolutely fantastic mood. “You’d better not have anything planned tonight, because you are not leaving my bed for awhile.”

“Oh, I hope not.” She smiled right back up at him. “That was…wow. Best I’ve ever had.”

“Damn right.” He brushed some stray hair out of her eyes and kissed her on top of the head. “They don’t call me ‘Master’ just for my combat skills, you know.”

“Mm.” She trailed a finger down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle and old scars. “Tommy…I can call you that, can’t I? It would feel rather strange to call you ‘Sensei’ right now.”
He snorted. “Please. Seeing that you are now about as familiar with me as humanly possible, call me Tommy when we aren’t training.”

“Good.” The abstract patterns she was tracing on his chest and stomach with that finger were starting to make him consider a second round. “I…” She suddenly seemed shy, which was somewhat redundant, in his opinion. She was, after all, naked and in the bed of the man she’d just done very interesting things to. He raised an eyebrow.
She smiled, a little ruefully. “I am sorry if I’ve dishonored my place as your student. I know sleeping with your Sensei isn’t the best…”

He silenced her with a kiss. “It’s happened before. My uncle married one of his students.”

She relaxed. “Good. I…care a great deal about you. I don’t think I could go back to not having…well, this. I was worried you’d cast me out for taking advantage of you.” She grinned cheekily. “I knew you hadn’t gotten laid for awhile…and I do have geisha training. It really wasn’t fair.”
“Minx.” He said amiably. “I’ve been trying to avoid taking advantage of you. We’ll call it even, shall we? And it was completely unfair. I knew you wore tight pants for a reason.”
“You’re a leg man.” Junko grinned, and there was a note of satisfaction in her voice. “I like to think mine are above average.”

“True.” He raised his eyebrow again. “How…”

“Geisha. I read men well.”

“Right.” He closed his eyes. Those maddeningly agile fingers were slowly working their way lower, which was a situation he highly approved of.
“Like that?” She murmured right in his ear. She stroked very, very close to where he really wanted her hand, but her fingers didn’t quite stray into x-rated territory, much to his disappointment.
“Tease.” He murmured. Oh, yes…another round was definitely in the cards.

“You’ve no idea.” Her voice was that low purr again. “This round is mine, yes?”

He always had liked a woman who wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted. “Absolutely. Easy on the goods, please; I’m not into the scary stuff.”

A low chuckle. “I’ll try not to break you.”

“I’d appreciate it…ah…” She was sucking on his earlobe. “Mmm.”

At that insightful comment, she let go of his ear and started nibbling her way down his neck and shoulder. It was when she kept going, heading much lower, that he propped himself up on his elbows with a groan.
“Junko…ah…you don’t have to…”

His body, which was highly enthusiastic about the way things were going, was telling his brain to shut up. Particularly when she smiled up at him, looking just incredibly smug. “Do I have to? No I don’t. Do I want to? Yes I do. This round is mine, Tommy. So shut up and enjoy it.”
Okay. Well, he could do that. He fell back against the pillow with a groan when a small hand wrapped firmly around him, her lips closed over him, and she proceeded to reduce him to a twitching puddle on the bed. He gritted his teeth and groaned involuntarily, his fingers in her hair and whatever the hell she was doing with her tongue making it really hard to keep from losing it right then and there.
He was just about done for when she straightened up (somewhat to his disappointment) and straddled him (very much to his delight). He let his hands wander of their own accord, lay back, and proceeded to enjoy the ride and the view.

It was a long, long time before they got to sleep that night.
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