LOG: LUCCI AND GEORGE

[deadgirldropout]

Who: Lucci and George
What: ...sexings.
Where: A hotel on the island of Qosqo
When: A couple weeks ago
Warnings: Rated NC-17, light bondage
Notes: Your characters didn't witness this. But you can for the low price of CHEAP AS FREE!

---

George, it seemed to Lucci, was in a good mood. She'd just finished her last reap of the day and it was still a little early, so it made sense...and that made it a good time to make a suggestion. As they walked away from the reap, he put an arm around her waist to halt her and leaned over to whisper in her ear: "You know what I think we should do now?"

George shivered a little at the whisper and leaned into him. She played dumb. "No? What should we do?" She smiled up at him. Ever since Mason had showed up she'd had to reap a lot less, and having Lucci with her on the ones she did have to do made them...not quite so bad. So she was in a good mood.

Lucci didn't answer. He just smiled secretively and tugged at George's waist a little, leading her toward a side street. He'd seen an inn on the way to the reap. "I don't want to go back to the ship yet. Do you?"

George's smile widened and she followed along easily. "No. I don't want to go back yet. You have something in particular in mind?" she asked, still playing dumb.

"I might." He put his arm around her shoulders and nodded toward the inn they were approaching. "We could go in here."

George read the sign on the door out loud. "All day buffet, children eat free?" she asked, laughing.

Lucci rolled his eyes and snorted quietly in laughter. "Yes, let's do that."

George turned to face Lucci, and pulled him down by his tie to kiss him.

Lucci kissed back almost possessively; he liked kissing George in public. He wanted everyone to know she was his.

George made a soft, appreciative noise and pulled away, taking his hand and heading for the door of the inn. She didn't really need to say anything else at the moment.

Lucci followed wordlessly, pushing the door open to let them both in, and squeezed George's hand briefly before letting go to head up to the desk.

George followed him to the desk, leaning against his back as he paid for a room, just wanting to touch him, already impatient.

As soon as he had the key, Lucci turned around and put his arm back around George's shoulders, quickly leading the way to their room. Walking to a hotel room always seemed to take so much longer than it ever actually did.

George took the key from him as they made it to the room, and opened the door, stepping in and pulling him along with her, although the gesture was completely unnecessary.
It was unnecessary, but Lucci didn't mind. As soon as they were in the room, Lucci shut the door and pressed George up against it. "Hello," he said, smirking.

George smirked back, pulling him closer by his tie. "Hi," she said back.

Lucci leaned down without any preamble and kissed George hard, pressing her up against the door and sliding one hand under the hem of her shirt. He was impatient, but he doubted she'd mind.

George didn't mind at all, in fact she was just as impatient. She began working on Lucci's buttons right away, kissing him back just as hard.

Pleased by George's enthusiasm, Lucci bit her lower lip lightly and pushed her shirt up with both hands, letting them slide purposefully over her skin as he did.

George made a soft, appreciative noise and undid his buttons a little faster, running her hands over the planes of his chest when she'd finished.

Lucci hummed quietly and broke the kiss just long enough to pull George's shirt up over her head. He tugged it off her arms and leaned back in to kiss her again, not wasting any time.

George loosened Lucci's tie and pulled it off, then pushed his short off of his shoulders, deepening the kiss as she did.

The only problem with this was that leaning over to kiss George wasn't doing any wonders for Lucci's neck. He solved this by picking George up and lifting her up to his level, biting down lightly on the edge of her neck.

George laughed softly as he lifted her up and kicked out her legs to wrap them around his waist and pull him to her. She let her head fall to one side as he bit her, letting out a soft moan.

Lucci growled possessively and bit harder, though still not hard enough to hurt much. He ran his tongue over the place he'd bitten and pressed George closer against the door.

"Mmm," George hummed, wrapping her arms around Lucci's shoulders and holding him tightly, wishing she could get even closer.

"You taste good," Lucci said against George's neck. He bit down again, softly, and pulled away from the wall to carry George over to the bed.

George laughed softly, a little surge of lust going through her body at the way his voice sounded and the soft heat of his breath at her neck, punctuated by the sharp sting of his teeth.

Lucci set George down on the bed - dropped her, really, but unintentionally. "Sorry," he muttered, laughing a little as he got down on his knees and kissed George's collarbone, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

George laughed again when he dropped her, leaning into him immediately and letting her fingers wander into his hair.

Lucci made a soft sound of appreciation and started to tug George's bra down her shoulders, kissing lower down her chest as more skin was revealed.

George sighed happily, pulling her hands away from him for just a moment to let her bra fall from her arms into her lap. She tossed it away and then her fingers went right back into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.

Purring quietly, Lucci ran his hands over George's back and mouthed at her breast, capturing her nipple in his mouth and sucking lightly.

George moaned softly and tightened her fingers in his hair. "I love you," she said softly, impulsively.

Lucci hummed, moving back up to give George a kiss. "I love you too." He smiled, hands sliding through her hair and down her back.

George leaned into the kiss, whining a little when it broke, but smiling at his words. "You're amazing, you know that?" she said, leaning in to kiss him again, hard.

Lucci kissed back, humming quietly. "Am I really? I'm sorry; I thought that was you." He bit the side of George's neck again and dropped his hands to her waist, starting to unbutton her pants.

George grinned. "No. It's you," she said, letting her head loll to one side again. "You're particularly bitey tonight," she observed, shivering.

"You taste good," he repeated, pulling George's zipper down. "I can't help it." He bit again to illustrate his point.

George scratched harder at his scalp. "Do you want to eat me?"

Lucci chuckled, kissing George's chest, and glanced back up at her with a smirk. "What if I do?"

George smirked back. "Then maybe I want to be eaten."

"Hmm. That's what I thought." Lucci kissed her again and started to tug her pants down.

George nipped at his lower lip and wiggled her hips, helping him pull her pants off faster.

Lucci pulled George's pants the rest of the way off, taking her panties with them - he was in no mood to take his time at the moment. Once he'd divested her of her clothes, he paused, smirking deviously, and pushed George down onto the mattress.

George let him push her, lying back easily and smirking back up at him, letting him take all the control.

Lucci did always love being in control. He grinned and then spread George's legs apart, leaning in to kiss the inside of her thigh.

George shivered in anticipation, pushing herself up in her elbows so she could see what he was doing.

Lucci moved George's legs to rest on his shoulders and leaned in to drag his tongue over her cleft.

George moaned softly. Oh, Lucci was good with his tongue.

Lucci hummed appreciatively at George's moan - he liked it when she was vocal - and repeated the motion, building up a quick, steady rhythm.

George moaned louder and let her head fall back, but only for a moment. She wanted to watch. The way Lucci looked while he was...ugh. She shuddered hard and tightened her fingers in the blanket on the bed.

Humming again, Lucci ran his hands over George's legs and hips as he circled her clit with his tongue very slowly, then a little faster.

That little hum sent a little vibration through her, and George moaned again, sounding almost like a sob. He knew just how to completely undo her.

Lucci responded to George's moan with a growl, dipping his tongue inside of her for a moment before returning to drawing circles and random patterns, one hand moving up to cup her breast.

George shivered at that growl and let herself lie back on the bed, her arms beginning to shake. She closed her eyes, letting herself just feel, and moaned Lucci's name.

Lucci hummed again. He always loved the way she said his name, especially like that... He palmed George's breast, rubbing his thumb over an erect nipple, and sucked lightly on her clit, starting to purr softly as he did.

The purring brought George very close. The knowledge that Lucci was enjoying this, probably almost as much as she was, was a huge turn-on. She said his name again, this time a plead.

Whenever George started begging like that, it turned Lucci on to a ridiculous degree. He purred a little louder, pressing almost roughly into George's breast and growing very intent on getting her off.

George brought one hand up to grab the wrist of the hand on her breast tightly as he wounder her tighter and tighter and she came, hard, moaning his name.

Lucci made a self-satisfied noise and turned to kiss George's thigh, then her hip, and then crawled up on the bed to lie next to her, one hand still on her breast and the other coming up to stroke through her hair. "It's so easy to get you off sometimes," he said quietly, a hint of amused affection in his voice.

George didn't have anything intelligent to say to that, especially because of how thoroughly he'd just undone her. "Shh," she breathed, turning toward him and pulling herself closer to him.

Lucci just chuckled and pulled her closer, resting his chin on top of her head. "I hope you don't think I'm done with you yet," he whispered after a long moment of silence.

George sighed, making an affirmative sound. She wrapped an arm around his middle, letting her hand wander over the planes of his back.

Lucci sighed softly, arching his back a little into George's touch, and ran his own hand over her back in return.

George tilted her head back, pressing her lips softly to the hollow of Lucci's throat, then scraping her teeth lightly over the same spot.

Lucci hummed, fisting his hand in George's hair and tugging her head back so that he could kiss her, hard.

George made a pleased sound into the kiss, meeting it with just as much force and tightening her arm around him, wishing she could get even closer.

Without much warning except for a sudden smirk, Lucci lifted George up and dropped her higher up on the bed. "Better," he said appraisingly, and leaned over her to cover her body with his own and kiss her again now that his legs wouldn't be hanging off the bed.

George squeaked in surprise, but quickly recovered, burying her fingers in his hair and kissing him hard. She liked it when he was on top of her like this, the sheer amount of skin-to-skin contact it afforded almost intoxicating.

Lucci nipped George's lips and ran his hands restlessly over her skin, itching to be closer.

George deepened the kiss, pulling him closer, already getting a little impatient again.

Lucci kissed back eagerly for a long moment before pulling away and sitting up to undo his belt. He smirked a little as he pulled it free of his pants. "Hmm. I wonder what I can do with this."

George laughed. "I'm sure you have an idea or two," she said, smiling up at him.

"Or three or four." He leaned down to kiss her again. "You never know with me, do you?"

George's smile widened. "Would you care to share with the class or is it a secret?" she asked, stretching a little.

Lucci watched George stretch with interest. "I can demonstrate. For show and tell." He briefly sized up the headboard and stretched the belt between his hands, raising an eyebrow. "I'll need a volunteer."

George raised her arm above her head, grinning. "Me! Pick me!"

Lucci took hold of George's raised wrist and leaned down to kiss her again. "I know I can always count on my star pupil to step up." He grinned, taking hold of her other wrist, and held both of her hands in one of his, pinning them up against the headboard.

George shivered, catching his drift right away. She wriggled a little. "Tying me up?" she asked, unnecessarily.

"Well, I don't want you to get away before I'm done with you," Lucci said, raising an eyebrow. He looped his belt around George's wrists and then wrapped the ends around one of the bars in the headboard, hooking it back together to keep it from coming loose. "Is that all right?" he asked, tugging experimentally on the makeshift handcuffs.

George tugged at the belt too, and found that it sufficiently restricted her movement, and was tight, but not so tight as to cut off circulation. "Mmhm," she said, smiling. "Now what are you going to do with me?"

"Hmm. I have an awful lot of options at my disposal, don't I?" Lucci mused. He ran his fingers through George's hair and let his hand trail down her neck and over her chest and stomach to rest on her hip.

George shivered again, arching into his touch. "You're already teasing me, Lucci," she whined.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was a specified start time." He pressed his nails into her skin. "But it's too late to change now, so you're just going to have to put up with it." He pulled back again to unbutton his pants.

George pouted, but then brightened a little when Lucci started talking his clothes off.

Lucci smirked. "It's handy that all I have to do to keep your attention is be naked," he said. He stood up so that he could unzip his pants and let them fall to the floor.

"It works both ways, baby," George said, sticking out her tongue and wiggling her hips.

Halfway into forming a thought, Lucci paused, and then closed his mouth. "...That it does," he said, sounding vaguely disgruntled. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over to trace an idle sort of pattern on the inside of George's thigh.

George shifted her legs. That tickled. And she wasn't a fan of how far away from her he was. "Lucciii," she whined.

"Hmm?" He pressed a little harder so it wouldn't tickle as much. The pattern he was tracing might possibly have been his name.

George couldn't make out the pattern, especially because she couldn't sit up enough to see what he was doing. She pouted. "What are you doing?"

He was quiet for a second while he finished what he was doing, and then rested his hand on her leg. "Thinking." He moved his hand up higher, brushing his thumb over the junction of her thighs.

George writhed a little more in her bindings. "About what?"

"You." He smiled slightly, rubbing his thumb over her a bit more firmly. "What else would I be thinking about?"

George smiled a little. "What about me?" she asked, breath hitching.

"That you're beautiful and that I'm glad you're mine." He turned to sit on the bed next to her, moving his fingers with more purpose now. "What are you thinking?"

George laughed a little breathlessly, moaning softly. "That I want you closer to me. And that I love you and that that feels good but I want more."

Lucci made a satisfied sound at that, moving his fingers a little faster. "You want me?"

George whined. "Yes," she said writhing in her bindings, "I want you."

"What do you want me to do to you?" He watched her writhe through half-lidded eyes.

George arched her back, trying to press herself closer to him. "I want you to fuck me," she said, huskily.

Lucci licked his lips. "How badly do you want it, George?" He slowed down the movement of his fingers a bit.

George whined and tried to roll her hips into his fingers, but her movement was restricted by the bindings. "Lucci...I don't...on a scale from one to ten? Six hundred."

Lucci had to laugh at that. He stopped moving entirely, fixing George with a very intent stare. "Hmm. Should I...?"

"Yes," George whined, shifting her legs in an attempt at a little friction. "Please."

Lucci smirked evilly and moved away so that he could pull his underwear off. He raised an eyebrow at her, thoughtfully. "I'm wondering if I should make you suck me first."

George shivered at that smirk and the way he said 'make you'. She laughed a little still writhing impatiently against her bindings. "I did say you could do whatever you wanted to me, didn't I?"

"Oh yes, you did say that, didn't you," Lucci said casually. "I wasn't aware your permission had any bearing on the situation." Obviously he wouldn't make her do anything she honestly didn't want to, but, well. It was the idea. He got up on his knees next to George's head and ran his fingers through her hair, turning her face toward him.

George shivered again at that, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. At times like this she was reminded of how dangerous he could be, and that was both exciting and a little scary. The fact that she knew he wouldn't push her farther than she really wanted to go made her feel safe enough to surrender to him. She smirked at him and licked her lips.

Lucci smirked back, faintly predatory, and tugged George closer - not hard, but with clear intent.

George turned onto her side, her arms twisting in their bindings. "Tell me what you want me to do," she said, eyes dark.

Lucci always loved it when George wanted to be told what to do; he tugged her closer again, smirking a little more sharply. "I want you to suck me. If you do a good job, then I'll fuck you. "

George pulled herself up so she was sitting up a little more and leaned into him, keeping eye contact as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

Lucci moved his hand down to rest on the back of George's neck, the other holding onto the headboard, and watched George's face as she looked up at him.

She smirked up at him and made a little purring noise before taking him into her mouth, slowly.

Lucci was a fan of that noise. He made an amused sound that ended in a sharp inhale and ran his fingers through George's hair.

Encouraged, George began a slow, teasing rhythm, taking him a little deeper with each stroke.

Lucci hummed quietly in appreciation, running his fingers along the back of George's neck and down her spine and letting his blunt nails rake over her skin.

George hummed back, moving a little faster. She whined, wishing her hands were free so she could touch him.

Lucci was almost tempted to let George's hands free. Almost. He growled quietly, reaching down to urge her legs apart so he could touch her again.

George let her legs part eagerly and moaned softly, taking him into her mouth as far as she could.

Lucci pressed his fingers against the still-slick heat between George's legs, moving them almost but not quite as fast as he knew she liked it.

George whined, trying to roll her hips into his fingers again, but she didn't have quite enough leverage to do so effectively. She moved faster, applying suction, and ran her tongue along his shaft, the way she knew he liked it.

Lucci growled softly, pushing his fingers inside of her and feeling for that slightly rougher place while keeping his thumb pressed against her clit.

George moaned loudly around him, then pulled back. "Lucci," she half-moaned, half-whined. "Please."

Lucci didn't want to give up control; he didn't want to let George's begging get the best of him, but... He took his hand away from her again and got down to turn George properly onto her back again. For a moment he just looked down at her, naked and wanting and tied up in front of him...there was no way he could deny her any longer. He ran his hands over her bare skin and leaned down to kiss her fiercely.

George hummed and kissed back just as hard, arching her back in an attempt to get closer.
After a moment, Lucci pulled back and sat up between George's legs, moving her so that her lower half was resting on his thighs. "I'm going to get some proper restraints before we leave," he muttered, reaching down to line himself up to her entrance. "Bondage tape, maybe. That way I can...carry it around with me." He pushed inside slowly, gripping George's hips tight.

George was about to make a comment about being able to carry his belt and tie around with him easier than a roll of tape, but then he was inside her and she completely forgot. She groaned, sounding almost triumphant.

It took Lucci a moment to collect himself enough to be annoyed by that tone - because he definitely recognized it - but by that time it was too late to comment. Instead, he arched an eyebrow and pulled out halfway, slamming back in harder than was probably comfortable.

George made a loud, surprised noise. That hurt a little bit but so much more than that...fuck, that felt good.

Lucci almost felt guilty, but that didn't sound like a bad noise. Besides, all he really felt like doing was gripping George's hips even tighter and pulling her toward him as he thrust in again.

George moaned Lucci's name and pulled at her bindings, wishing she could touch him, pull him closer.

Aware he was just being a bastard at this point, Lucci started to thrust rhythmically but almost excruciatingly slow. He smirked slightly, knowing George would hate that.

George couldn't help but make a small sound with each thrust, but his speed was infuriating. "I hate you," she said, a bit out of breath, wrapping her legs around his hips in an attempt to pull him closer. She used the leverage that gave her to roll her hips up into his, trying to make him go faster.

Lucci groaned softly when George rocked back against him, wishing he could just give in and fuck her senseless without essentially admitting defeat. He retaliated by raking his fingers over her skin, maybe hard enough to hurt a little. "I hate you too, amore," he said indulgently.

George wished he were being a little more indulgent in other ways, too. She shivered, trying to pull herself against him harder, but lacking the leverage to do so very effectively. She whined. "Lucciiii. Please. Fuck me."

In response, Lucci moved a little faster, a little harder, but only a little. He moved his hands back up to grip George's legs where they were wrapped around him, fingers digging into her skin as he worked to find purchase. He didn't deign to answer her begging, only grinning deviously instead.

George moaned, twisting her arms in her bindings, impatient as hell, now. He was almost giving her what she wanted, but not quite.

Reducing George to desperate squirming and begging was something Lucci would never get tired of; it was frustrating having to hold back for long enough to make her do it, of course, but watching her pant and writhe beneath him now was doing almost as much to stoke the molten heat in his gut as was the tight, wet warmth surrounding him as he pounded into her just a little too slow.

"Lucci," George half-whined, half-moaned, tightening her thighs at his hips. "Please."

Lucci had to close his eyes for a moment, wanting so badly to give in and fuck her that it almost hurt. "Tell me you're mine," he demanded.

George made a frustrated sound. "Lucci. I'm yours. You know I'm yours."

Lucci made a tsking noise. "When I ask you things like that, the idea is for you to sound sexy, not mad at me." That said, he pulled George toward him at the same time as he thrust in, finally moving fast and hard like they both wanted it.

George laughed, the laugh turning into a loud moan as he started moving the way she wanted him to. She was about to make a comment about how she was too impatient to be sexy, but there was no room for snarky comments when he was moving like that.

Lucci felt rather smug about having effectively cut George off, but the effect was undermined somewhat by the presence of other, more prominent feelings, like the slightly embarrassing warmth in his chest he got whenever George laughed, and also the fact that this was really fucking good. Ultimately, his only response ended up being a low groan.

George pulled harder at her bindings, really wanting to touch him. She moaned with each thrust, babbling as she did, something along the lines of "Oh, fuck, yes. Yes. Lucci."

Much as Lucci was enjoying the image of George tied up and writhing beneath him, he also wanted to have her hands on him, and he was through with teasing her - for now. Still holding onto George's hip with one hand, he reached up with the other to grasp clumsily at the belt, trying to get it undone.

George pulled, trying to help him get it undone, and as soon as it was loose enough, she pulled her hands free with a little noise of triumph, her hands flying up to slide along Lucci's skin; over his chest, along his arms, and up into his hair, where she scratched at his scalp and pulled him closer to kiss her, hard.

Now Lucci had to laugh, short and slightly startled before it was cut off by the kiss. He readjusted his position a little to put less strain on his neck, but in doing so he sacrificed greater leverage and couldn't go quite as deep anymore. He made another low noise, slightly frustrated, and bit George's lower lip.

George whined, understanding, and kissed him one more time, deep and fierce, before letting him go. hands sliding up his thighs.

When the kiss was over, Lucci turned and bit George's neck, hard enough to just barely break the skin with the points of semi-sharp fangs, and laved the mark with his tongue before it started to heal. "You taste good," he said thickly, moving again to find that perfect angle he had before.

George shuddered hard at the bite. With all the build up, she was already very close. "Mmm," she moaned. "You feel good."

Lucci laughed again, slightly breathless, and pulled George closer to him, running his hands restlessly over her skin. "God, so do you..."

George slid her hands up Lucci's back, tracing the lines of the scars. "Fuck," she moaned. "Lucci, I'm gonna come. Please..."

Lucci's breath caught in his throat and he pulled George closer to him, thrusting harder, wishing he could properly kiss her again. He reached between them to touch her where they were joined, wasting no time in touching her just the way she liked it.

George moaned loudly, the sound almost a sob, and she came hard, nails biting into Lucci's back.

Lucci still felt like he couldn't breathe. He was beginning to think that nothing in the world was hotter than the way George looked and sounded when she came; he groaned and tried to pull her closer, as if they could get any closer.

George moaned Lucci's name, sliding her nails down Lucci's back, still in the throes of her orgasm.

Part of Lucci wanted to slow down and make this last longer, but the rest of him didn't agree, and anyway, he wasn't sure that he could. Still, he tangled one hand in George's hair, then stroked his thumb over her lips, trailed his fingers over her throat and chest and everywhere he could touch, because he could never get enough of touching her. He was starting to get close.

George shivered, riding out the aftershocks, and flicked her tongue out against Lucci's thumb. "I love you," she mumbled, and then again. "I love you, I love you, Iloveyou."

Lucci wanted to say it back, wanted to say something, but he had to take a moment to remember how to breathe first. What he actually ended up saying, while pulling George closer again, was "Say my name, George."

George moaned. She was close again. "Lucci," she said, obediently, barely able to breathe, herself.

Lucci had to close his eyes for a moment, and he also might have growled quietly, nearly on the edge now. The tips of his claws were digging into George's hips.

George made another noise that sounded like a sob, the way he was pounding into her almost a little too much for her over-sensitized skin to handle. She came again, moaning his name.

Watching George come for a second time - not to mention hearing and feeling it - was too much for Lucci, and he came hard, gasping and clinging to George and groaning her name.

George pulled Lucci down to her, bringing his lips to hers and kissing him hard, even though she as completely out of breath.

Lucci was equally out of breath, but he kissed back for all he was worth, running his fingers into George's hair.

George pressed her fingers into Lucci's hair as well, scratching at his scalp and nipping at his lips, wishing for a moment that they could stay like this for forever.

After a moment, Lucci pulled away so that he could lie next to George, stretching a bit in the process. He kissed her again, more softly this time, and threw an arm over her to hold her close.

George sighed happily and sidled up closer, kissing back languidly. "Love you," she mumbled between kisses.

"I love you too," Lucci said. "Love you." It seemed like it bore repeating. It always did, really. He touched her gently at all the places he'd injured moments ago - neck, wrists, hips - as though she hadn't nearly or completely healed already, checking to make sure she was okay.

That gentle gesture sent a surge of affection for him through George and she kissed him a little harder, holding him close, trying to tell him what she was feeling with her kiss.

Lucci understood. He always understood, because he felt the same way - he kissed back just as hard and then a little less hard, but still just as intense, still feeling a bit breathless.

Suddenly, George felt like crying. And then she was angry at herself for feeling like crying, so she pulled away, a little overwhelmed.

...That, Lucci didn't understand. He paused, unsure of how to respond. "...Did I...are you all right?" he attempted, wondering if he'd done something wrong.

George covered her face with her hands. "Yes. Yeah. I'm fine," she said. "Just. Stupid girly emotional shit."

Lucci wasn't entirely sure how to deal with stupid girly emotional shit. He stayed where he was, at a loss, for a few seconds, and then moved over to press himself against George's back, kissing her shoulder gently and wrapping his arms around her. It seemed like the right thing to do.

George sighed and turned back to him, burying her face in his neck. "Sorry," she said softly, kissing his throat apologetically.

Still a little unsure what he was doing, Lucci stroked George's hair and rested his chin on top of her head. "It's okay," he said softly. "Are you...do you want me to...what should I do?"

A tear fell out of George's eye and she grit her teeth to keep any more from falling. She tightened her arms around him. "No, I'm fine," she said. "Better than fine. Best I've ever been, actually."

"Really?" That was...startling, but Lucci couldn't help but feel proud to hear it. Proud and slightly overwhelmed, because George was crying and trying not to and Lucci wasn't sure what to do about it. He kissed the top of her head. "...You don't have to... It's okay to cry, if you want to. I'm not going to judge you for it."

George laughed a little breathlessly. "I don't want to. There's no reason to, and it's stupid."

Lucci shrugged slightly. "Everyone does stupid things. At least this stupid thing is easily explainable when you take hormones into account." He understood that much, at least.

"Fucking hormones," George said, laughing again. After a moment, she sighed. "I just. Love you. So much. And I don't even know what to do with that. With how that makes me feel. With how...intense the feeling is. So my body apparently decided that crying was the answer." She laughed again, a few more tears spilling out of her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Lucci said quietly. "I think...I understand how you feel. Only my body decided that the best response is to occasionally make me act like an idiot, which you may have noticed."

"Mmm," George agreed, nuzzling Lucci's neck. She sighed. "I'm glad you feel the same way. Or else I'd feel really stupid."

"I understand; trust me. I love you and it confuses me to no end but I've never been happier, so I can accept never having any idea what I'm doing as long as you can." He kissed her head again.

George nodded, pulling herself even closer. "Thank you for tonight, Lucci," she said, softly.

Lucci smiled slightly, wrapping his arms tighter around George. "Thank you."

George sighed happily. "I didn't even do anything," she said, smiling.

"You were here." He stroked her hair.

George laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess tonight would have gone a little differently if you were here alone." She paused for a moment, frowning. "Although. There are bars on this island. I bet you could've picked some chick up with little to no effort. Or a dude, even."

Lucci was surprised to hear George bring that up. "Maybe..." He considered that for a moment. "I don't want anyone else, though. I want you."

George was a little surprised at that response, her heart beating a little faster. "That's not what you said when we. Started this."

Lucci thought about that for a moment. "...I told you that...things happen, you know. But I love you. No one else; just you. And I want to be with you more than I want to be with anyone else, and when I'm with you...I probably couldn't begin to think of other people if I wanted to. I haven't thought about anyone else in...awhile."

George snuggled in closer. "...really?"

"Really." Lucci was starting to think it was impossible for him to lie to George. Not that he'd ever tried, really.

George kissed Lucci's neck, nipping lightly. "I'm...I'm glad. I mean. I know we talked about it and..." She paused for a moment, sucking lightly at a pulse point. "...the thought of you with someone else. I...I don't like it."

"...I know." It was just starting to dawn on him, the significance of what he was admitting. There was things happen but then there was you're the only one I want, and...well, it was startling, to say the least. But Lucci was surprised by how calm he felt. It felt right to say it. "I love you." He wrapped his arm around George again and pulled her a little closer.

George pressed herself into him, trying to get as closer as possible. "I love you too," she said softly.

Lucci nuzzled against George's hair and purred, not really thinking about it.

George smiled, and laughed softly. "Good kitty," she whispered, kissing his neck again.

Lucci rolled his eyes, but purred a little louder.

George loved it when Lucci purred. She made a little purring noise of her own, nipping again at his throat.

Whenever George purred back, it gave Lucci an embarrassingly warm fuzzy feeling that, while primarily instinctual, still made him want to smack himself upside the head. Instead, he stroked George's back and nuzzled her hair some more.

"You know," said George, softly, "if you had told me just a couple of months ago that you were this...cuddly after sex...I would not have believed you."

...Now Lucci was definitely embarrassed. "It might be a leopard thing," he said, a bit defensively. "Leopards often sleep curled up together after mating."

George snorted at the use of the word "mating". "You don't have to rationalize it. I like it. A lot. I just. Wouldn't have expected it. You just seem like the roll over and fall asleep, 'please don't touch me, why are you still here?' kind of guys."

"I am," Lucci said, without thinking. "...Just not with you."

George grinned. "Good. I like that too. This is mine." She nuzzled his neck.

Lucci tilted George's head up and kissed her, hard and possessive. "Yes."

George made a soft, pleased sound in to the kiss. "Mine," she said, with a little growl.
Something about George growling like that turned Lucci on all over again. He growled back and kissed her hard, biting at her lower lip.

George made another low sound, kissing him back and pulling herself flush against him, fingers threading through his hair.

Lucci turned over, pressing George into the mattress and himself against her. He broke the kiss to bite along the edge of her neck.

George shivered and scratched lightly at Lucci's scalp. "Mine," she said again, softly.

Lucci wasn't sure why he liked that so much. He made a low, rumbling sort of sound that could have been either a purr or a growl and nuzzled against George's throat before biting sharply, fingers dragging down her sides.

The bite made George gasp, and she slid her hands roughly down Lucci's back, mimicking the movement of his hands. He'd seemed to really like that the last few times she'd said it, so she said it again. "Mine."

This time, Lucci smirked. It never took George long to catch on: one of the many things he liked about her. He latched onto George's neck just under her jaw and sucked lightly.

George sighed. He was so fucking good at this. "I'm yours, too," she said after a moment.

Lucci laughed. "Yes, you are." He kissed her again, hard, one hand idly caressing her hip.

George kissed back, just as hard, pressing her fingers into his back and sliding them back up.

Lucci arched his back into her touch and made a low noise, marveling momentarily at how fast and how completely George always managed to turn him on. He shifted to lie next to her and went back to biting along her neck, running his hand over her hip and down to her thigh.

Shivering again, George turned toward Lucci, running one of her legs along his and sliding her nails back down his back. She pulled herself a little closer, wanting to be as close as possible.

Lucci wanted to be closer too; maybe it was the fact that he was already a little over-sensitized, but the way she kept raking her nails over his back felt even better than usual. He made a low noise of approval and kissed her, reaching down between George's legs as he did.

George moaned softly as he touched her and kissed him back hard, nipping at his lower lip.

"I love the way you sound," Lucci said. He bit George's lip back and tugged a little.

"Mmm," George replied, "I love the way you touch me." she tangled her fingers in his hair.

Lucci smirked. "Good." He worked his fingers against her, not very hard or fast yet. "That is the idea."

George pressed herself closer to his fingers and rolled her hips against them. "Good," she said, nuzzling her nose against his.

Lucci couldn't help but chuckle slightly in spite of the way heat curled through him when George moved like that. "You're rather fond of my nose, I see."

George smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, rolling her hips again. "Yeah. So?"

"I just thought it was funny," Lucci said idly. He slid two fingers inside and curled them slightly as he gave George another hard kiss.

George moaned, tightening her fingers in his hair. "'S not funny," she said, her breathing speeding up. "I like all of you."

"Mm. Good." Lucci turned to nuzzle George's neck and then bit down where it met her shoulder.

"Fuck," George groaned with a shiver.

Lucci smiled against George's neck, moving his fingers a little faster.

George whined. Fuck, that felt good. "You're a cocky bastard, you know that?" she said, feeling his smirk against her skin.

Lucci licked the side of George's neck and then bit higher up, near her ear. "I know."

She shivered again, involuntarily. "It's annoying," she said, scratching at his scalp.

"I think you like it," Lucci murmured, nipping her ear.

George smiled, rolling her hips against him again. "That doesn't mean it's not annoying."

"Fair enough," Lucci said, smirking again. He kissed her.

George kissed back, hard and deep, hiking one leg up on his hip.

Lucci growled quietly and thrust against George's leg.

George made a little growling sound back, pulling him closer.

Lucci made a low, hungry noise into the kiss, biting at George's lip. "Want you," he murmured, moving his fingers a little faster.

George reached between them to stroke him once, slowly. She groaned. "Fuck, Lucci. I want you too."

Another low noise, and Lucci bit George's shoulder hard as he withdrew his fingers and gripped onto her hips with both hands. He kissed her again and then lay back and pulled her up to straddle him.

George sat up, flipping her hair back and shifted to line him up, sinking down slowly with a low groan.

Lucci growled softly in response, flexing his fingers on George's hips and watching her intently as she sank down.

George rested her hands on Lucci's abs and lifted herself up, still moving very slowly, before sinking back down again with a shudder.

While Lucci generally preferred being on top, he didn't have a problem sacrificing a little control if he got a view like this. He ran his hands lightly over George's hips, breath coming a little faster already.

George leaned forward a little, her hair falling over her shoulder and brushing against his skin as she started up a slow rhythm.

Lucci made a low, rumbling purr, hands sliding up over George's sides as she moved.

George smiled, moving a little faster. "I love it when you purr," she said breathily.

Lucci chuckled. "I know." He made that same noise again, letting his hands wander over her skin.

George made a little purring noise too, sliding her hands along the expanse of his chest, little noises escaping her throat with every thrust.

Lucci rocked his hips up against her and growled, fingers digging into her hips. He loved those little noises she made; they made him want to fuck her harder, pull her down harder to meet him.

George moaned louder at that, lifting herself just a little to allow him more leverage to move beneath her.

Lucci took advantage of the extra room, moving up and pulling George down whenever she rose up. He groaned, wishing he could kiss her - or maybe bite her - from where he was.

George wished the same thing, but didn't want to sacrifice the leverage they had. This just felt too fucking good. She moved faster, sliding her fingers along the lines of his abs.

Lucci groaned, digging his claws into George's hips without thinking. "You're good at this," he said, with a breathless laugh.

George laughed too. "This is Usopp's favorite position," she said, regretting bringing him up instantly. Her stomach flipped over uncomfortably. But it wasn't like it mattered right? Lucci knew that she and Usopp had sex. In fact, because of that game of Never Have I Ever the three of them had played, he knew that it was Usopp's favorite position. But bringing up Usopp in the middle of sex with Lucci just felt...weird. She bit her lip and sped up a little more, trying to get her mind to shut off.

Lucci was momentarily stunned that George would bring that up, let alone at a time like this - so much so that his rhythm faltered rather spectacularly for a beat or so. But he managed to regain his composure, thankfully, because regardless of how bizarre that had been, this was still good; it was always good. It wasn't as though he hadn't known that, anyway... Although this was possibly the worst time to be realizing that thinking about George having sex with Usopp was kind of a turn-on.

George laughed again, a little nervously this time, at the way he faltered for a moment. "Sorry," she said, leaning in to kiss the center of his chest, which was the only place she could really reach.

"Mm. It's okay," Lucci muttered, focusing on what George was doing. He smiled a little when she leaned down to kiss his chest, long hair brushing over his skin, and ran one hand through her hair and down her back. "Just...wasn't expecting...well. That."

George was glad her face was obscured, because she was blushing. "Well it's just. If I'm good at. This. That's. Probably why." She regretted saying that too, and grinded her hips down into his hard, hoping to distract him.

That did distract him pretty well, if the sudden hiss was any indication. "George," he said, and meant to follow it up with something to the effect of 'stop talking' but got distracted again and gave up, sinking his fingers into her thighs and pulling her close again instead.

George shivered, but was now feeling a little weird about this position. "Lucci?" She asked, kissing his chest again. "...can we...?"

"Yes," Lucci said, not entirely sure how he knew what she was talking about. "How do you want to...?"

George flipped her hair back again. "Don't care. You?"

Lucci responded by wordlessly pushing himself up and lifting George off of him. He lowered her onto the mattress and leaned in to kiss her.

"Mmm," George hummed into the kiss. That was better. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

Lucci broke the kiss and leaned back to push George's legs up. As he lined himself up again, he momentarily mourned his lack of creativity, but he decided he could be creative some other time when he was less horny.

George didn't really give a fuck about creativity, especially not right now, and especially when she loved having him on top of her like this so much. She rested her calves on Lucci's shoulders and shuddered as he pressed into her, groaning.

Lucci didn't even pause this time before he started to move, one hand gripping George's thigh and the other pressing into the mattress for support. "I like you like this," he said in a low voice.
"Like what?" George said, moaning softly.

"Like this," Lucci said, smirking a little. "You should see yourself."

George flushed. She had no idea what to say to that. She was terrible at taking compliments. "I assure you," she said after a moment, "you look a thousand times better."

"Mm. If you say so." Lucci couldn't help smiling a little. George was cute when she blushed. "I think I prefer this view, myself, though."

George laughed. "Oh don't even. You'd totally fuck yourself if you could. If you had like. A clone or something."

"I would n--" Lucci paused. "Well, I'd still like fucking you better." He thrust in harder as though to prove that point.

George laughed, the laugh breaking into a loud moan. "Thanks," she said, blushing harder.

"You're pretty when you blush," Lucci said. He moved his hand from George's leg to rake his fingers over her side.

George covered her face with her hands, shivering at his touch.

Lucci took one of George's hands away from her face and lifted it up to kiss it. "I mean it," he said.

"Thanks," George mumbled, blushing even harder.

Lucci made a low purring noise and started to move a little faster.

George smiled at that, and moaned, curling her toes.

Lucci turned George's hand and bit her wrist with a low growl.

George made a louder sound, reflexively jerking her wrist away from him.

Startled, Lucci kissed George's wrist where he'd bitten her and mumbled an apology. "You okay?"

George nodded. "Yeah. Sorry. Reflex."

Lucci kissed George's palm. "Sorry, you just--" he paused on an especially hard thrust, "You just make it hard not to."

"Hard not to-FUCK-bite me?"

"Yes, that," Lucci said, laughing. "And the other part too."

George laughed too, breathlessly. "Why do you like biting me so much?" she asked, curious.

It was getting difficult to carry on a conversation this way. "...It's my demon. Leopards bite their mates. Sometimes it's just...it gets triggered."

"That's the second time you called me your 'mate'," George said, unable to hide a small smile.

"It is?" He couldn't remember the last time he'd done it.

"...I guess you said 'mating' the first time," George said, laughing. "Never mind."

"Did I-- oh, yes." He'd probably be sort of embarrassed about that later. Right now, he couldn't focus on much other than George and how good she felt.

George smiled and nodded, deciding that shutting up was probably a good idea. She let her calves slide off of Lucci's shoulders and pulled him down to kiss her.
Lucci groaned into the kiss, trying to press himself as close to George as he could.

George wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tight, squeezing his hips with her thighs. She loved having him on top of her like this, pressing her into the mattress.

Lucci made a low noise in response to George wrapping around him like that. He nipped George's lips and thrust in hard - this angle was far from comfortable, but he didn't care.

George groaned, trying to pull him even closer, as if that were even possible.

Lucci had to break the kiss to take a breath. "George," he said, slightly breathless. He rested his forehead against hers for a moment.

"Mm?" George hummed, meeting his eyes, her fingers threading through his hair.

Lucci shook his head a little and kissed her again. "Love you."

George smiled as he broke the kiss. "Love you too," she said, nuzzling her nose against his again.

Lucci kissed George again and then propped himself up more so that he could get better leverage.

George whined, mourning the loss of contact, but the whine quickly turned into a moan when she realized what he could do with the leverage he had now. She lifted her hips to meet his, hard.

Lucci hissed and then groaned, quickly upping the pace in response.

"Yes," George breathed, writhing a little beneath him.

"George," Lucci said in a low voice; he just wanted to say her name again. He ran one hand over her skin as he moved, restless.

"Mmm. Lucci," George said back, sliding her hands up his sides.

Lucci reached between them to touch George, running his fingers over her while his other hand reached up to comb through her hair.

George moaned loudly, sliding her nails down Lucci's sides, almost by accident.

Lucci made a low sound, a cross between a moan and a purr. "Like that?" he asked.

"Yesss," George hissed. "You're...so fucking hot, Lucci. Feels so fucking good," she said, writhing more beneath him, unable to keep still.

It was almost hard to breathe now, but Lucci chuckled. "God, you have no idea," he said, moving his fingers faster. "You're so good, I can't even think..."

Geore moaned, nearly gasping for breath. "Lucci." She was getting close.

"Come on, George," Lucci panted, looking into her eyes. "Come for me."

The way he was looking at her...the way he was touching her...George shuddered, keeping eye contact with him as she came, hard, clinging to his sides and moaning his name.

Lucci didn't look away, but he had to catch his breath from the sheer intensity of the moment. He relocated his hand to George's hip, gripping tight and pulling her close to him. Almost there...

George wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tight. "Your turn," she whispered into his ear, still gasping for air, "come for me."

Lucci would have been surprised by how quickly and forcefully that pushed him over the edge had he been capable of caring. He gasped and then groaned, burying his face in the side of George's neck and biting.

The bite sent George over the edge again, and she cried out, half in pain, and half in pleasure.

Lucci stayed where he was for a long time, propping himself up a little on one arm so his full weight wasn't resting on George. He licked her neck in reflexive apology and breathed in the scent of her skin.

The pain of the bite faded quickly, so that it tingled like a limb that had fallen asleep. She shivered at his tongue over that same spot, the action making it hurt more and feel better at the same time. "I love you," she mumbled, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

"Love you too," Lucci said. After a continued pause, he pulled out and moved over to lie partly on his side so he could rest his chin on George's shoulder and wrap his arm around her.

George turned towards him, and tangled her legs with his, wanting to stay as close as possible. "You know what this is?" she mumbled after a long, contented silence.

"Hmm?" Lucci said, nuzzling George's neck a little.

"The honeymoon period," she said, shivering a little and letting her hand run lazily down his back.

Lucci laughed. "Is that what it is?"

"Mmhm," said George, kissing his shoulder. "I think that's why we're both. Insane. Right now."

"...That would explain a lot."

George laughed. "Yeah. I wonder how long it will last."

"Well, I could go without the insanity," Lucci said thoughtfully.

"What would it be like without it?" George asked, tracing the outline of one of the scars on his back.

He thought. "Well, being insane about one another I can accept. It's being insane about everything else that's a concern." He shifted slightly against George's hand.

"What else are you insane about?" George asked, kissing his shoulder again.

Lucci sighed. "Everything, apparently. Let's not talk about it, all right?" He kissed George's neck and ran his fingers through her hair.

George frowned. That...didn't sound good. "What?" she asked, confused.

He shook his head. "Just...the usual. I can't seem to not say things that offend people."

George's frown turned into a pout. "...because of me?"

"No, not because of you. Because of me. I'm hopeless." He sighed.

George held him tighter. "No you're not."

"...Thank you," Lucci said. He wasn't sure if he really believed it.

"You're not," George said, more decisively. "You just...this life...the way we live now...is really different from the way you lived before. You've made a lot of progress, but when you're frustrated or bored or upset or something, you revert back to the way you were before."

Lucci had to make a concerted effort to tense up. "...I know. I just...wish I weren't like that."

George nuzzled his shoulders and ran her hand over his back in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. "Well knowing is half the battle, right? You can do better. I know you can. You can do anything."

Lucci smirked a little. "Thank you, George."

George shrugged. "It's just the truth."

He kissed her neck again. "Well, thank you for saying it. I appreciate it."

George smiled. "Really?"

"Of course."

Her smile widened. "I'm glad." She slid her fingers up into Lucci's hair and scratched behind his ears. "I want you to be happy, Lucci."

"I want you to be happy too." He purred quietly, blinking in a sudden bout of tiredness. "Are you happy?"

George cuddled in closer, so she could feel his purr. "Yes," she said.

"Good." He purred a little louder.

"Mmm," George hummed, pressing her ear to his chest to hear the purring even louder. She closed her eyes, letting the sound soothe her.

"I love you, George," Lucci murmured, running his fingers through her hair and over her back.

"I love you too, Lucci," George said, sighing happily, beginning to fall asleep.

Lucci was starting to drift off. Insanity or no, he was rather enjoying this whole "honeymoon phase" thing.

George fell asleep, feeling more at ease than she had in a very long time, wrapped in Lucci's arms.