What's Best for Fuu

Success

While Mugen would have loved to continue kissing and more, and Fuu most likely would have let him get away with it, they both knew that their friends were quite likely worried about them. Jin at least would be, seeing as he had little to no idea what had happened since the Fuu had met with Hiroshi. Perhaps the former pirate could have ignored this fact, but the woman he held in his arms would fret over the idea of worrying her comrades, a fact he was well aware of. Plus, he'd only finally managed to get her in his arms. If he rushed things, he might frighten her off, not to mention he was still wary of corrupting her.

Thus, it was to Fuu's surprise that, after delivering a final kiss to the curve of her neck, the vagrant lifted his mangy head from its resting place on her shoulder with a lopsided grin down at her, "Guess the others are wondering what's keeping us, huh? Probably oughta get ya back before they think I did somethin' outta line..."

The waitress flushed at the implications of that last statement. She wanted to let him know that it wouldn't be out of line, at least not as far as she was concerned...but this was probably not the best time to tempt him. After all, they really should get back to their friends. She had to thank Shino for helping her sort out her own feelings...and Hiroshi was owed an apology as well as gratitude for the things that had happened between them. Then, she really should move on from Edo. After all, if she wished to be with Mugen, she knew well he wasn't the settling down sort.

"We should get back, yes," She offered a soft, shy smile, her right hand sliding from his shoulder, tracing his bicep and down his arm to twine their fingers together, "We need to explain, at least. Let them know that we're...um...we're..."

A shiver ran down the rough looking man's spine as her slim hands ran over his tanned arms, the muscles bunching then relaxing as the feather light touch passed over them. His gaze locked onto hers, finding that the large brown eyes looking back at him held a hint of timid uncertainty. Her words landed softly on his ears, though he barely registered the beginning of what she was saying, his breath catching slightly as his sight dropped to their interlaced fingers, a smirk tugging his lips when he gripped her hand in return. Lifting steel eyes, which for once held a sort of calm pride rather than reckless rage, he heard her stumbling for a word to describe the turn in their relationship.

Shaggy hair shifted as he tilted his head, one brow arched. They were together. They were a couple, romantically linked, whatever. There was probably some actual sappy term for it, but even if he'd known it, Mugen wasn't the sort to use it. Instead he gave a roguish grin, lifting his free hand to scratch at his stubble, "Well...I don't know 'bout 'we'...but you...yer my woman."

It was a matter of fact statement, no room left for argument. The first reaction Fuu had was to blush a deep crimson, to be claimed so blatantly by the man she loved. Then, slowly, irritation began to set in. She was a person, after all. She wasn't property! Those wide eyes of hers narrowed slightly, her grip on his hand tightening, "Excuse me? Your woman? YOUR woman? What does that mean? I'm not a possession, Mugen!"

The ex-pirate's eyes widened slightly at the reaction. That blush was as cute as any he had ever caused by action or word, but it lasted so briefly. He was on the verge of laughing at the coloring on her cheeks when she began scolding him for his wording. Her grasp on his hand was surprisingly tight, but it wasn't really painful. He let out a soft chuckle, earning a harsher glare, that in turn had him laughing louder, "What? You don't wanna be my woman? You sure kissed me like you did..."

"I'm not anyone's woman!" The female in question snapped at him in return, huffing indignantly, "But I want to be THE woman! You know, THE woman YOU LOVE!"

At the use of the word for the emotion he was feeling, the vagrant paled. Was that what she wanted to hear him say? Sure, it was true, but he couldn't just say something so sappy! He wrinkled his nose, turning his head to avoid her gaze, "Ain't it the same thing?"