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ooc: OPEN LOG Water 7, anyone who wants in is welcome

Who: Anyone/Everyone/whoever
Where: Water 7 and/or the train
Why: Jensu asked and I love logs so I'm an easy sell
What: Exploring, rooftop jumping, watching docksmen, drinking, whatever you feel like
When: VAGUELY SOMETIME IN NOVEMBER :| Plot holes = yay (Smoker at least is somewhere after Thursday and I have to talk to Tyr again heh)
Rating: Seriously there are non-R Smoker/Karen logs but... this is not one of them XD

Smoker wearily climbed the stairs, on his way back to the hotel room. Chasing after Fiyero had taken longer than he'd hoped and he still had friends visiting to at least greet. Mostly he just wanted to crawl into bed with Karen and sleep for the next twenty-four hours. Still he took the time to look around at the city. It was a beautiful city really. The water was a bit much but it reflected nicely and red tile rooftops sparkled in the sunlight in stark contrast with the blue waters. Maybe if there was time he'd take Karen out jumping rooftops at night.

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Smoker pinched the bridge between his eyebrows. Was she mad that he'd been working? That he'd been looking for Allen instead of telling her personally? The marine started growling furiously. "I've been missing you," he glared about to point a finger in her face but clenching a fist at his side instead. "Just because I have work doesn't mean I just stop thinking about you. And you're HARDLY one to talk with the way you're spending time with--" he cut himself off biting the cigars hard and mentally reprimanding himself for even saying as much as he did.

"And you don't think *I* don't?!" She quickly turned to shoot an actual hurt glare at him. However with her emotions completely out of sync, the cigar in his mouth bursts into flames, the fire orbs around her getting bigger while wildly flickering. "Do you think I enjoyed seeing you with women all over you even if it was so called 'working'?" She asked with a sharp tone, the flames becoming more wild.

"I wanted to burn that place down to the ground for what those women were doing to you or even touching you." She shot out only to gasp at herself and quickly slapped her hands around her mouth, the flames curling in on themselves to diminish.

Blinking in confusion, Smoker stepped closer again, putting white smokey arms safely around her. "Then why didn't you?" he asked softly. "I had Allen send you a message for help. Because I was trying to get him out in one piece without actually killing them. What is it you think I was..." he paused and stared at her, a small smile creeping to his lips. "Angel," he purred, "You were jealous?" He arched an eyebrow and kissed her cheek. "I love you. Why would I go anywhere else for anything? Allen got lost and they dragged him in there. When he ran away from them he ran around back and got dragged inside. When I showed up they dragged me inside and I actually decked one. I've never... in my whole life... do you really think I would just...?" The idea was rather ludicrous to him and crept into his voice even trying to be gentle with her.

Even if he was hugging her, she looked away and pouted, closing her eyes stubbornly. "What if I was." She huffed out. Even if he was trying to be gentle, the heat inside her swelled like a flame caught in the wind, attempting to keep it's grip on the air to further burn.

"Not like you don't get jealous either."

"Hey," Smoker cupped her chin affectionately. "I didn't say you couldn't get jealous. If you're mad, get mad. Just tell me about it. The why and how because if I fucked up, it's only fair. I didn't go to a brothel looking for..." Smoker flushed just from the insinuation. "I never will. Never have. I have you. No one else comes close. And even before... I'm not... That's illegal." He ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't just tell her he wasn't the type of guy to go to those places, that he didn't even want to, because of how she might react. No matter how many times he said it was different.

"You can be jealous. Just don't sit there bottling it up or letting it stew without telling me that's what's happening. Come punch me or something if you think I deserve it. I love you." Second time he'd said it in a row and his heart was still racing from it. "For everything you are. So be you. If you want to string me up to dry, go ahead and do it, just tell me why."

And deck him she did. But gently. Without hesitation or second guess, her fist went across his chin in a loving but still hard punch. Stupid him for making her worry.

The adrenaline felt wonderful to do that. All her frustration, all her worry, all her self doubt. She shouldn't get jealous if he flirts with other girls. She was guilty herself of often slipping into nature to do that sort of thing.

With shoulders slumped, Karen leaned up and gently kissed the red mark where she punched him, quietly apologizing. "There. Consider it all over now."

He laughed at the punch, rubbing it softly after the kiss. "Mm. Karen," he purred, "I only want you. You're all I can handle. And then some." He kissed her on the cheek and grinned earnestly, "I really didn't go in there for anything other than to get Allen. Never in my life have I seen such... USUALLY everyone like that runs away the minute someone shouts 'marine.' I..." He couldn't believe she thought he'd gone in the for fun. "I don't flirt much period. No matter Robin or Rob Lucci or whatever idiots try to tell you, you're the only one for me and I haven't flirted or... chased anyone else. Nor will I. And I haven't since the day I first took you back to my ship. That's why it took me so long to ask you... officially. I thought we already were." That was why he'd gotten mad over Lovino as well, having completely jumped the gun before.

A soft sigh escaped her lips. Nothing depressing or sad, just one of relief as she nodded. "Sometimes a girl just likes being asked. Call me a hopeless romantic or silly day dreamer for those 'happy ever afters'" She mused quietly. Even if she knew those kinds of things never happened, it was nice to pretend the world was beautiful like that. "I'm just honored you asked me officially now, and that everyone also knows." She said, even if he did get teased about it, she would always be there to kiss away the fury and anger.

"I should let you get back to you work." She smiled and gave another kiss before she turned to leave.

"Yeah I didn't get that before, I do now. I'm not saying I'll always know better but I'll try."

He kissed her back softly running his thumbs down her side and flashed a quick change of emotions as she turned to leave. "What work?!" he scowled. "Oh no, You're not getting off that easily." Smoker scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder. He wasn't sure what he was going to do now but he definitely wasn't letting her leave. "I've barely gotten to see you all week, you don't get to escape now."

"Ah Smoker wait! -What are you doing?" She asked with a bit of laughter but also a bit of panic when he just so easily threw her over his shoulder. She dangled near his back with her rear up in the air over his shoulder, trying desperately to push her night dress down. "Are you kidnapping me?"

"Yes," he answered playfully. "So you can see the true horror of being kidnapped by sex-starved maniacs." It wasn't a joke in good taste but this was why he didn't make a lot of jokes. He looked around the rooftop trying to figure out where to take her. Back to the hotel room seemed like a good idea but it ran the risk of someone deciding to interrupt them. Oh well, maybe he'd just drag a bookshelf in front of the door. He hefted her again to shift the weight so she wouldn't be so uncomfortable and noticed for the first time was wearing a thin nightie as she all too often typically did. "Didn't I get you more clothes?" he asked distractedly, walking down rooftops as if he did this every day.

She blinked at the distasteful joke but couldn't help but laugh lightly. It had been an awfully long time since they indulged in guilty pleasure with one another. She bounced easily on his shoulder when he hefted her, clutching tight to his jacket and peeked back at him. "I was getting ready to lay down when I saw you. I'll get dressed fancy next time~" She teased, still trying to push the nightie down over her rear.

Smoker's eyes twinkled, still hopping down buildings' rooftops and walking across carefully. "No need, I'll just wind up tearing it off I'm sure," even he tried not to. Smoker paused at an intersection and turned completely side to side, swinging the girl with him. "Wait, is the boy going to be okay?" No matter how much he wanted to fuck her senseless, responsibilities and duties would always come first.

"Nataku?" She blinked while she looked the opposite way when he turned side to side. Her grip tightened a bit on his jacket as she tugged his hair. "Gently. You don't want me getting motion sick now." She teased. "I think he'll be alright, too. He's been on his computer. But I want to get him at least some kind of sweets after you're finished." She teased again...though knowing him, she'd have to send him out to get it since she'd be asleep.

"Hm." Smoker glanced up at the sunset trying to figure out what time it was. "We should probably get it now. I'm not sure what time the shops close." If Smoker thought it might come across as slightly strange that he was carrying a half-naked woman over his shoulders he didn't seem to care what anyone else made of it. He slowly floated down to canal level and picked one of the places there was an actual street to walk along. "Mizu candy or something else?" Smoker tilted his head to talk to her as best he could given the position.

Squinting her eyes at him, she wasn't about to admit she was a little impatient with wanting to just be completely worn out with sex like they did last time. She tugged his hair again, her touch burning.

"Hotel room. Now."

Smoker couldn't help laughing at that and just barely kept himself enough in check not to run the rest of the length, although he did pause long enough to light up a fresh pair of cigars. "What about your sweets~?" he teased, hopping over a narrow canal and actually walking through the front door of the hotel instead of jumping to balconies. He gave a half salute-wave to the man behind the desk and walked up the steps two at a time now that no one was watching.

"I'll just have to send you after them when you're finished." Came the muse with a smile, waving to the man behind the desk when Smoker walked past him. Nothing odd about this scenario, really.

"Oh?" the tall marine grinned as he carried her down the corridor, "I can do that." He carefully took her off his shoulder though he didn't set her on the floor, instead pressing her up against his hotel room door so he could start kissing her neck and ears affectionately. He fumbled the the hotel room key in his pocket, softly nuzzling the pink-red hair, too impatient to wait until they were all the way in before toying with her.

Flashbacks of their first time filled her mind when he pressed her against the hotel door. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hand moving back to help him fumble with the door, unable to help the arc in her back to press herself closer against him. "Haa. Smoker~"

A small shiver traveled down Smoker's spine at her close proximity and moan. One arm still carefully supported her, while the other hand worked the key in the door. Smoker nipped his way down the front of her chest, only half aware that he hadn't quite gotten the door open yet. Finally he swung it open inside and carried her in, closing the door behind him with a small kick and then making absolutely certain to lock it behind them.

He blinked around at the semi-darkness, he hadn't lit anything before he left and now he only vaguely remembered where everything was. A bed somewhere near one of the windows, a desk... somewhere... probably in the perfect place to bang his knees; some chairs. Oh whatever. He pressed Karen up against the back of the closed door and heatedly kissed her with a small groan, practically begging for her fire.

Her hips arched against his when he nipped down her chest once more. Almost not caring that they hadn't made it in the room yet, she gasped sharp and rocked her hips against his, beckoning him to continue.

When they entered the room, she was all ready to hoist her hand up and offer what light she could, however it wasn't short after her thought when he pushed her back up to the door that another moan was coaxed out of her. Her hand fumbled with the lock to help him before her burning touch caressed across his cheeks. Karen leaned in and kissed him back with as much heat and passion she could muster, moaning against his lips. Soon, her hands slid under his jacket with that same burning hot touch as she raked her nails down his back, holding him tight to her.

"Oh god, Karen," Smoker gasped at the fire raking down his back, switching from smoke to human back to smoke. He kissed her back just as heatedly before planting a small flurry of kisses over her skin, anything he could reach. A small growl as he worked the jacket off one arm at a time, the other being used to balance her on his knee, against the door, and he finally tossed it onto a chair. The jitte he placed against the door, almost accidental added protection.

"Mm, Angel~" he purred, and carried her to the bed, softly caressing her curves with eager hands.

Just the way she liked him acting. Out of control like this. Her hand continued along his back, her touch burning hot before she wrapped her hands up in his hair as he balanced her.

A small laughed left her lips when he carried her over to the bed, vastly different from the one in his Quarters, but still rather big for the romping they usually did. She smiled up at him and moved her hands from him, slipping herself out of her night dress so he wouldn't have to risk getting annoyed with it or ripping it. Something told her running back to her room with Nataku naked was a bad idea.

He couldn't hide the blush at his own gratitude that she'd thought to get the nightie off before he could try. His big hands were better suited for working a jitte or punching a pirate across the jaw than finesse like working those straps. It wasn't fair. Bras he could handle. But the nightie with its 6 odd straps was fiendish.

As he laid her down on the bed he kissed her all over, biting softly on her neck and undid his belt, kicking off the boots.

ooc: OPEN LOG Water 7, anyone who wants in is welcome

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