OOC: Two-two-two logs in one! George and Usopp on Halloween.
Who: George and Usopp
What: On Halloween, George looks the way she did when she was alive. We are cool so we did two different logs at two different times of the day.
Where: Usopp's Factory
When: Halloween! (yes this is posted late, shhhh.)
The first one's just a short little scene early on
*~ Halloween Morning ~*
Usopp woke up to Ilario gently pawing his nose. He probably wanted to be fed, but it felt early. Usopp sighed and picked the kitten up, mildly amazed yet again at how much bigger the little cat seemed already. He began to sit up carefully, since George was still sleeping and he didn't want to wake her up. He did pause for a moment to look over at her--and froze when he saw the girl lying next to him in bed wasn't George. At least...not the George he was used to. It took him another long moment for his sleepy brain to register that this wasn't an altogether unfamiliar face. "George," he said in the loud whisper, reaching down to shake her arm. "George!"
George whined and opened an eye. "What?"
Usopp's eyes were wide. "You're...you!" he said, breaking into a grin.
George opened her other eye and smiled. "Halloween!" she said happily.
"...oh, right!" Ilario started to squirm, and Usopp set him down on the bed. "And...it'll last all day?"
George stretched, yawning. "Yep. All day. Fun, right?" She grinned.
Usopp nodded, suddenly compelled to lean over and kiss her on the cheek. "Sorry for waking you up," he said after, a little sheepishly.
"What time is it," George asked, pulling him down to lie with her.
"Uh. I dunno. Iliario woke me up." Usopp allowed himself to be pulled down, moving a little closer to her. He yawned. "Feels pretty early, still."
George pulled herself closer to him, cuddling up. "I can't see the clock," she said, face buried in Usopp's neck.
Usopp draped an arm over George's side, too comfortable to move and try to see the clock himself. "It doesn't really matter anyway, right?"
"I guess not," said George, "we don't have any plans other than that party tonight, right?"
"Nope! Is there something you wanna do?"
"Nothing in particular. I need to show you the dress I got for tonight, though," George said, grinning against Usopp's throat.
"I thought you weren't gonna wear a costume," Usopp said, a little surprised. He smiled, thinking of the one he'd picked up on the island before they left.
"It's not a costume, it's just a dress. I'm not going as anything other than myself, but I thought I should probably look nice."
"Oh." Usopp hugged her a little. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Without thinking about it, he pulled back a little, trying to see her again.
George pulled back too, watching his face. "Is it weird?" she asked, smiling sheepishly.
A little," Usopp admitted. "I mean, it's cool, but...I'm used to you looking the other way. But I know that this is the real you. How you're supposed to look."
"How I look when I look in the mirror."
He nodded. "I guess it's just the opposite for you, huh? You probably don't see the way you look to the rest of us very often, so I bet it's weird."
"Hardly ever," George said. "Only in photos, really. I forget that I look different to you."
Usopp grinned again as he thought of something. "Hey, we can take more pictures together when you look like this! And maybe--can I draw you?"
George laughed. "Yeah, we can do that."
"Good." He moved closer to her again, leaning his head against hers.
George moved even closer, tilting her head to kiss him softly.
Usopp reached over to touch her hair, smoothing his hand down it softly.
"Happy Halloween," George mumbled against his lips, kissing him again.
"Mmm," he replied, not bothering to be verbal. He didn't want to break their kiss, and he figured she'd get the general idea.
George kissed a little harder. "Mmm," she said back.
Impulsively, Usopp hooked both his arms around George, slipping one arm through the narrow space between her waist and the mattress, and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. The movement wasn't as smooth as he'd hoped it would be, and it made him laugh, cutting short their kiss.
George threw out her arm to catch herself, laughing too. She leaned in to kiss him again a little harder.
Usopp leaned upward into the kiss, letting it linger before finally dropping his head back to his pillow. He paused for a long moment, looking at George again. It was strange; her face wasn't unfamiliar, exactly--it looked like her icons, after all, and she had been like this once before--but he had to remind himself that this was George. Still, there was something about it that felt...right.
George bit her lip. "Is it too weird?" she asked.
Usopp shook his head. "It's a little weird, but..." He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind George's ear. "It's nice. I like getting to see the real you."
George smiled. "I'm glad," she said leaning in to kiss him again. she pulled back after a moment, a thoughtful look on her face. "Do I feel any different?"
"Well." Usopp thought for a moment. "A little? I mean, I thought it was my imagination at first, but I think your lips feel kind of different. And your hair, it's..." He reached up again and ran his hand down the back of her skull. "It's different."
George frowned. "That means I feel something different than you feel most of the time. That's weird."
"I still feel the same to you? ...well, I guess I would."
"And I always feel the same to myself, nothing has changed at all to me."
Usopp's brow furrowed a bit. "I don't really get how that works. But...it probably doesn't have to make sense, huh?"
"I guess not," said George, shrugging.
Usopp was quietly thoughtful for a long moment. "Why Halloween?" he finally asked.
"It's the day when the dead walk amongst the living or whatever," George said. "Makes sense, right?"
"Oh. Right." Usopp nodded slowly, mulling that over. Finally he shrugged, grinning up at George. "Well, anyway, I'm glad I get to see you again."
George smiled back, leaning in for another soft kiss. "It's good to be seen again."
Aaand! This one takes place before the Halloween party, and is rated NC-17. GASP.
*~ Before the Halloween Party ~*
George and Usopp were running late. Everyone else had already left for the party.
George walked into Usopp's factory, her dress over her shoulder. "I'm not ready yet, are you?" she asked, hanging her dress up on the back of the door.
Usopp looked up from fastening the sash of his Musketeer costume and lifted his arms a bit in reply, to show he was still only half-dressed himself. "I don't think it should take me too long, though."
George grinned. "I like your costume," she said. "Do you want to see my dress, or should i just put it on? I was going to get dressed in the girls' room but..." She shrugged.
"Yeah?" Usopp grinned back. "The hat is my favorite part." He held it up, showing off the huge plume, before dropping it back down on the bed. "Oh. Yeah, can I see it? Where'd you get it, anyway?" He looked behind her to the dress, not that he could see it, since it still covered in plastic.
George pulled the plastic off of the dress and held it up for him to see. "Lucci helped me pick it out in some random shop on that Autumn island."
"It's nice." Usopp moved the dress back so George was holding it draped across her front, and took a step back to get a better look, momentarily taken aback again by how different she looked today. "You'll look really pretty in it." He wet his lips. "You should put it on!"
George smiled. "Yeah? I don't usually wear dresses, but this is a special occasion, so..." she lay the dress out on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head.
Usopp nodded. "Yeah." Momentarily forgetting that he was meant to be dressing himself, he paused, watching George.
George noticed Usopp watching her and undid the button of her jeans, sliding them down her hips slowly and watching him.
Usopp breathed in slowly, feeling a bit strange. In a way, he felt a little...guilty? He knew this was still George, despite the fact that she looked different than usual--in fact, she was more herself now than the way he was used to her--but even though he knew all of that in his head, it still seemed a little wrong that he should be feeling such a strong surge of attraction for her right now.
"You okay?" asked George, smirking.
Usopp sat gracelessly down on the edge of the bed. "Yeah," he replied. "Um. C'mere." He beckoned to George, blushing slightly.
George moved to stand in front of him. "What?" she asked, innocently.
Usopp reached out and took George's hand, pulling her towards his lap. "...nothing," he replied, leaning forward to kiss her.
George sat in Usopp's lap, kissing him back.
Usopp wrapped both his arms around George as he kissed her, his heart beating faster.
George reached behind Usopp for his hat, nipping at his lip and pulling back to put it on, smiling.
Usopp laughed. "Look good?"
"Very," she said, grinning and shifting so that she was straddling Usopp's hips. "I'm feeling lazy, maybe I should just go to the party in this," she said.
Usopp inhaled sharply as George shifted her position. "...no," he said, "That's not a good idea." He fidgetted a little beneath her.
George smiled, "Why not?" she asked. "You okay?"
"Because..." he began, his blush deepening. "I don't want to share you."
George's smile softened. "I think that's fair," she said, leaning in to kiss him again.
Usopp met her kiss and let his hands wander absently down George's back, one finally coming to rest at the small of her back while he other hovered near the clasp of her bra. Usopp was a little surprised at himself, but the fact remained that right now he wanted nothing more than to remove it.
George was a little surprised at him too, but she really liked ti when he took the initiative, so she wasn't about to complain. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss.
Usopp reached up to start unhooking George's bra, and had two of the three eye-and-hooks undone before he stopped, pulling back slightly. "S-sorry. I--we should probably be getting ready, huh?" Mentally, he kicked himself, already regretting his words. Costumes and Halloween parties could wait a little longer.
"I'm not ready to leave yet," said George, disappointed.
"...me either," Usopp admitted.
"So kiss me," she said, "and we can go a little later."
Usopp leaned forward again and kissed George, softly at first, but quickly building in intensity.
George made a soft, appreciative noise into the kiss and met his intensity, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
As if by magic, Usopp's hands found their way back to the clasp of George's bra, and he undid the final eye-and-hook, then reached up with one hand to slide a strap off her shoulder.
George pulled back enough to let the straps slid down her arms and off. "Nice," she said, impressed.
Usopp gave a self-conscious chuckle, and tossed the bra near the head of the bed. "You don't mind, right?" He leaned forward to kiss the side of George's neck.
George wrapped her arms back around Usopp's neck. "I don't mind at all."
"Good." Usopp hesitantly moved one of his hands down to her breast, hovering just above it for a moment before bringing it down to down to cup her breast in his palm. The touch sent an excited shiver up and down his spine.
The touch made George shiver too.
Usopp leaned in a bit more to continue kissing down George's neck, gently massaging with the hand at her breast.
George tilted her head, gasping at his touch. "That feels good," she said softly.
Usopp paused to lift his head slightly. "Which part?" he asked. That kind of thing would probably be good to know for future reference.
George laughed. "Both," she said.
"Okay," he said, also laughing a little. Usopp lowered his head back to George's neck, moving lower to kiss the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
George sighed happily. "You're sure this isn't to weird?" she asked, burying her fingers in his hair, "because I look different?"
"It's...a little weird," he replied, squirming again slightly. "But it's also...hm." He paused, trying to explain the conflicting feelings he was experiencing, and not sure exactly how to. "It's kind of...exciting?"
George smiled. "Exciting?"
Usopp blushed again. "Yeah. I mean...you look different, but it's really you and... I don't know. There's just...something about it."
George's smile widened. "I guess it is kind of exciting," she said. "I love Halloween."
Usopp kissed her full on the mouth. "Yeah," he agreed. "I liked it anyway, but now I have more reason to."
George felt a surge of affection for him at that and kissed him a little harder. "Why are you wearing so much?" she asked against his lips.
"I...was getting dressed." Usopp paused again. "I suppose we're not really in a rush..." he said thoughtfully.
"I'm wearing a lot less than I started with," George pointed out.
"True. But you put this hat on me," he reminded her with a grin.
George took the hat off of his head and put it on hers. "There," she said, grinning back.
Usopp reached his free hand up and pulled up the brim of the hat a little. "It's an awesome hat," he said, leaning in to kiss her again. "You look really...dashing. Girls can look dashing, right?"
"Why not," said George. "Maybe this should be my costume for tonight."
"The hat?"
"I'll just go like this," she said, grinning and tipping the hat forward a little.
Usopp gave an exaggerated wince. "H-hey! That's worse. And I still don't want to share you!" To emphasize his point, he kissed her again.
George kissed back. "I like it when you get possessive," she said, kissing him harder.
"Mmm," Usopp made a nonverbal noise of appreciation into the kiss, shifting beneath her a little. He moved his free hand down to her other breast, cupping it as well.
George pulled air in through her nose, her hands wandering, trying to figure out how his clothes were fastened.
Usopp felt her hands groping around on his costume, and lifted one of his hands from her chest to guide her to the sash he'd just tied on a few minutes ago.
"Thanks," George breathed between kisses, untying the sash. "Your costume is too complicated."
"It just has a lot of parts." He sighed, kind of regretting his choice at the moment. At least he hadn't been fully dressed before this little...interlude.
"Help me?" George asked. He at least knew how it worked.
"Uh. Sure." Usopp reluctantly removed his hands from George and finished pulling the sash free, then moved to the buckles that secured his pants. "You can..." He inclined his chin to indicate the buttons of his shirt.
George leaned in to nip at his lip, then got to work on the buttons of his shirt. "I'm sorry, it must've taken you awhile to put this on," she said softly, tracing her fingers over newly exposed skin.
Usopp shrugged. "It's not a big deal," he said, affecting nonchalance. The fact of the matter was, his heart was racing, though more from excited anticipation than his usual panic. "Anyway, I can always put it back on later..."
George finished unbuttoning and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. "Yeah, we'll make to the party. Eventually."
"It's early still anyway." Usopp finished undoing the last buckle on his pants and leaned forward to steal another kiss. "I mean, it's not even dark yet! A Halloween party probably won't really get started until the sun sets, you know?"
"Yeah, I thought it was starting pretty early," George said, tracing the lines of his shoulders.
Usopp breathed in slowly as her fingers skated over him, the light touch maddening, in a good way. He moved his own hands back to her waist, slowly bringing them upward.
George leaned in to kiss him again sighing happily as he touched her.
Meeting her kiss, Usopp reached up with one hand to take the hat from her head and toss it over to the floor, near the rest of his costume. "There," he said as they broke apart, brushing the hand along the side of her forehead and across her hair. The hand at her waist slid behind her to the line of her back, and he pulled her a little closer to him.
George let him pull her closer, readjusting herself on his lap. "There?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Mm," Usopp said affirmatively. He moved his hand to meet the other at the small of George's back, not exactly sure what he was going to do next, but strangely not worrying about it too much right now.
George smiled, resting her cheek against Usopp's, happy to just be close to him for the moment.
Usopp likewise was momentarily content with just the warmth of George's body against his, letting his hands rest at the smooth slope of her spine. Then George shifted, just slightly, probably only trying to get more comfortable, but the movement caused him to shiver as he felt a surprisingly strong surge of lust for her. Still feeling oddly bold, he slipped the palm of one hand lower, sneaking it beneath her panties to cup one ass cheek, and giving it a light squeeze.
George made a small squeak of surprise, but smiled. "What's with you today?" George asked, leaning in to nip at his ear.
Usopp blushed a little, almost removing his hand a bit guiltily, but refrained, on the basis that she didn't exactly seem upset about it. He just gave a shy half-shrug, and a small shiver again as she nibbled his ear.
George pulled lightly at his earlobe. "I like it," she whispered into his ear.
He gave a small, happy sigh at the tickle of her breath. "Yeah?" he whispered back. Usopp was feeling less hesitant now, and he was pretty sure if he did somehow cross a line he wasn't supposed to, that George would tell him. The freedom he felt at that realization made him feel a little giddy. He quickly turned his head to kiss her, the angle making it somewhat awkward.
George broke the kiss to switch to a better angle, kissing him harder.
Usopp moaned softly into the kiss, his hips making an involuntary movement against her.
George gasped as he made contact with her. "Usopp..." she said, breathing a little more heavily.
"Uh-!" For a moment Usopp almost floundered, a little overwhelmed. But George was so warm, and so...there. And practically naked. Couldn't forget that. Actually... Usopp moved his other hand to her hip, tugging down a bit at the elastic of her panties.
George pushed herself up on her knees to pull down her panties as far as she could, inadvertently pressing her breasts into Usopp's face.
Her balance a bit precarious, Usopp reached up quickly to brace both hands against her back and steady her, his cheeks heating as George's breasts made contact with his face. Still, he couldn't help inclining his head a bit so his cheek pressed softly into the swell of one of her breasts.
Very aware of her breasts in Usopp's face, George shifted her weight to pull her panties off one leg, then back to pull them off the other, settling back down into Usopp's lap, now completely naked. "Sorry," she said, smirking.
"N-not a problem," Usopp breathed.
"Good." George leaned in to kiss him again, deepening it quickly.
Usopp slid his hands down her back to cup her ass again as they kissed, squirming a little. His body was definitely reacting to all this stimulation, and his pants were starting to feel uncomfortable. He did his best to ignore that for now, though. He pressed his chest against George's, enjoying the way it felt when her soft breasts yielded against him, and let his right hand slide around the line of her hip, resting his palm on her thigh for a moment as he let the kiss linger and rekindle.
George wrapped her arms around Usopp's shoulders, making a small, pleased noise into the kiss and holding him tightly.
Usopp let the hand on George's leg slide inward, not stopping their kiss as he placed his fingers between her thighs. His touch was light at first, as if afraid it would be unwelcome as he brushed his index finger along her cleft.
George gasped and shivered, tightening her arms around Usopp's shoulders.
"Good?" he whispered, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.
George laughed. "Mmhm."
Usopp gave a small laugh of his own in reply, and kissed her again. Feeling encouraged, he slipped his first two fingers into her warm folds, moving a fingertip experimentally along that small nub that he knew was important for making George feel good.
George moaned, louder than she was expecting.
Usopp varied his touch on her, trying to gauge from her reactions what felt best to her. Even though he didn't usually give himself credit for it, he was a quick study, and in this case, he wanted to do a good job for George's sake anyway.
George involuntarily rolled her hips against Usopp's fingers, moaning as she did so. She was actually pretty surprised that Usopp had gotten so good at this so quickly.
Her movement took him by surprise a little, but he adjusted, trying to match the pressure, but also vary it. His brow furrowed a little in concentration. "Should I...is there anything else I should do? To make this better?" he murmured near her ear, then kissed her neck, applying light suction.
George moaned again. She reached down to take his hand, gently pressing two if his fingers into her.
Usopp swallowed, feeling a tightening tug in his lower belly at the way George felt there. A lot warmer for one, and slickly wet, but also sort of...silky. Soft. He moved his fingers against her, partly just in curiosity as he explored this new part of her. Not wanting to completely abandon the more familiar territory, though, he left his thumb poised near the nub above her entrance, continuing to brush against it while his other fingers experimented.
George leaned in to rest her cheek against Usopp's, breathing heavily. "I want you," she whispered, rolling her hips against Usopp's fingers again.
Inclining his cheek slightly to brush hers, Usopp placed his lips against her skin for a moment. He was about to reply to her breathy words, but the thrust of her hips against his fingers forced them deeper inside of her, and his fingertips came into contact with an area that felt a little different from the silky folds surrounding it, a little firmer and slightly ridged. Curious, he pressed his fingers against it again.
George shuddered hard and moaned again. Fuck that felt good.
Usopp moved his fingers a little more firmly within her, hoping for another reaction as good as the last one, rocking his body against hers involuntarily and giving a small shudder himself. "George," he breathed, just wanting to say her name.
George gripped Usopp's shoulders hard, letting out a moan that sounded half like a sob. "Usopp," she panted back.
The strength of that reaction surprised him, but only intensified his own excitement. Usopp let his hips roll beneath her again, repeating his actions with his fingers, since that definitely seemed to be working. His own breathing was a bit ragged now.
George was already pretty close and shifted her hips impatiently, moaning a bit softer into Usopp's ear.
Usopp shifted the arm behind her to clutch the back of her shoulder as he moved his fingers a bit more quickly.
George held onto him tightly, nearly gasping for air. "Usopp," she moaned, "close."
Usopp turned his head to catch her mouth in a quick, rough kiss, brushing his thumb over her while still moving the two fingers inside her.
George kissed him hard, but clumsily as he wound her tighter and tighter, and came, digging her fingernails into his shoulders and moaning loudly.
Usopp met her kiss, letting his body rock against hers again as George's nails bit into him.
George nipped hard at his lower lip, still holding him tightly. "I want you," she said again, against his lips, feeling his hips rocking against her.
"You mean like..." Usopp trailed off, too embarrassed to actually say it. He removed the hand from between her thighs, sliding it around to rest lightly against the curve of her ass, and kissed George again, pulling her close against him with the arm at her shoulder.
George nodded when the kiss broke. "Is that...?" She flushed.
Usopp nodded quickly, giving her a shy grin. "I--I want to." He kissed George again, a little clumsily as he shifted a bit under her, turning to the side so she could shift from his lap if she wanted.
"You sure?" George asked, biting her lip. She pushed Usopp's shoulders lightly, urging him back on the bed.
Usopp scooted back on the bed, letting George push him down onto his back. His shy smile became something more tender as he raised a hand to cup her face. "You don't have to worry. I mean it. Anyway, it's okay because we love each other, right?"
George smiled. "That's supposed to be the girl's line," she said, sliding her hands slowly down his chest and continued down, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his pants.
"...oh. Well. Pretend you said it, then." Usopp inhaled sharply in anticipation as she took hold of his waistband, lifting his hips slightly so she could tug them off with ease.
George pulled off his pants and sashes and underpants in one fell swoop. "If you're sure..." She crawled up Usopp's body, leaning in to give him a kiss and letting one hand drift down to wrap around him firmly.
He gave another sharp inhalation as she took hold of him, and could only nod in reply. Then abruptly, he remembered something. "W-wait. We--don't we need to use..." He flushed and lowered his voice. "...a condom."
George felt a surge of affection for him, both for being so thoughtful, and for being so shy while he said it. She leaned in to kiss him again. "No," she said. "I can't get pregnant and neither of us have any STDs so..." She shrugged. "Unless you want to use a condom."
"Oh." Usopp felt a little stupid; he probably should have thought about that. George was still technically dead after all. Undead. So it wouldn't really make sense for her to be able to get pregnant. He flushed deeper, shaking his head. "S-sorry. Never mind."
George kissed him again, and mived the hand on him. "Don't apologize. I think it's very sweet that you asked.
Usopp clumsily kissed her back, a little preoccupied with the feel of her hand on him.
George nipped at Usopp's lips. "What do you want me to do?"
"I..." Usopp trailed off, not exactly sure what to say. He knew the basic mechanics of how sex was supposed to work, but the finer details were a mystery to him. His hips gave another small involuntary jerk in response to her touch. "Nngh." Before he completely lost his sense, he looked up at her, face a little uncertain. "If we're going to... don't we have to switch places?"
George smiled at him again. "No," she said, "unless you want to do it that way. This is your first time, you can have me however you want me."
"Then..." He lifted his hand to her face again, pushing his fingers up into her hair. "...I kind of like us like this. The way your hair falls down over your shoulders and..." He raised his head for another kiss.
George kissed him hard. He really was the sweetest guy she'd ever met. "I love you," she said softly against his lips. "Are you ready?"
Usopp nodded, holding his breath a little, heartbeat picking up in anticipation.
George shifted to line herself up and slowly sunk down onto him, gauguing his reaction.
Usopp tensed at first, still holding his breath, but as she started to slide down on him, he again felt his hips begin to move of their own accord. He pushed up into her, his body seeking more of that close heat, and placed both of his hands at her hips.
George groaned. "Well," she said, smiling and leaning down to kiss him, "you're officially not a virgin anymore."
Usopp's lips fumbled hungrily against hers. "...do you think it already counts?" he managed to murmur as they broke apart. "I think maybe we have to finish first." After that first thrust, Usopp was doing his best to pace himself, trying to find a steady rhythm to match George as she moved above him. It was already proving difficult.
George moaned. "If we stopped right now we'd still have had sex, so I think it counts. But if you want to -oh- wait until we're done to pronounce it officially -fuck- then that's fine with me. I keep forgetting how fucking huge your cock is."
Usopp would probably have blushed at that, if he weren't so preoccupied. This feeling was amazing. He gave a low moan. Despite his efforts to keep a steady pace, his hips were already starting to move faster again, and with more force.
George let out a small, breathy moan with every thrust, resting her hands on Usopp's stomach for leverage. "Do you want to be on top?" she asked huskily as she gave up trying to set the pace.
"Ah! Sorry! I just--" Usopp slowed again, looking a little concerned.
George laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him again. "Don't apologize, I just wanted to know of you wanted to switch positions. Do you want to?"
"So I'm not...doing anything wrong?" Things felt good on his end--more than good--and George seemed like she was in good shape too, but he was still a little afraid that he'd do something to mess this up, and he wanted it to be special.
"You're not doing anything wrong," George said, kissing him again and lifting herself off of him slowly. "Now do you want to switch? My arms are getting kind of tired anyway."
Relieved, he returned George's kiss with one of his own. Usopp nodded carefully in response to her question, lifting his hands from her hips and propping himself up on his elbows. He gave a long, soft sigh as she removed him, his body already aching for more of that feeling, that closeness.
George flipped over onto her back and pulled Usopp on top of her playfully.
Usopp gave a surprised laugh, and leaned down to give her a lingering kiss. "...I really love you," he said, as he finally pulled back a bit.
"I love you too," George said, pulling him closer.
Usopp let her pull him in for another kiss, meanwhile trying to adjust his position over her. It proved too awkward, though, since he couldn't see the relative positions of their bodies like this. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss.
George shifted, parting her legs. "Need help?" she asked, smiling up at him.
Usopp shook his head, moving his one of his own legs between George's parted ones. Then, taking a deep breath, he reached down to line himself up and entered her, very slowly and carefully at first as he watched her face. He moved the hand back up to brace it on the bed, steadying himself as he began to rock his hips toward her, still trying to start slowly.
George groaned as he pushed inside her, arching her back involuntarily.
The way her muscles tightened around him with her movement made Usopp give a small gasp, and he began thrusting a bit faster.
George again made a breathy noise with every thrust, wrapping her arms loosely around his shoulders.
Usopp pressed a few quick kisses against her lips, his own breathing becoming ragged.
"Harder," George whispered against his lips.
In response to the whispered command, Usopp stopped trying to hold back so much, letting his body take control as he began moving faster again, and with more force. "Tell me if--" He cut himself off with a moan, momentarily overwhelmed by the amazing feeling of their friction.
George's little sounds got louder as he sped up.
Usopp dropped his head as his hips kept working, resting his forehead against George's shoulder. His breath was starting to come in short pants.
George squirmed a bit beneath him, her orgasm almost within reach. "Usopp," she breathed.
Usopp was feeling very close himself, and lifted his head again to give George another somewhat clumsy kiss, letting that answer her for him. He'd found an erratic rhythm that felt right, though he was still increasing his pace as his climax built up inside him, getting closer.
George lightly squeezed Usopp's hips with her knees, urging him along, so close.
Usopp slid one arm beneath George's back, gripping her shoulder from behind as he pushed himself deeply within her, his body rocking against hers.
George clung tightly to Usopp's shoulders as brought her closer and closer and she came loudly, wrapping her body around him.
The convulsing of George's inner muscles around him as she climaxed sent Usopp over the edge only half a moment later. He let out a loud moan, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he came.
George took a moment to catch her breath, still wrapped tightly around him.
Usopp hugged George tightly, keeping otherwise still. He didn't want to speak yet, because it seemed like words would shatter the feeling of the delicate moment he was caught in.
George sighed happily, relaxing a little bit. That was...way better than she was expecting.
Usopp lifted himself up on an elbow a bit to look down at her face, smiling at her fondly.
George smiled back, flushing a bit.
Usopp lowered his face to kiss her deeply.
George made a small, pleased noise into the kiss, bringing her hands to either side of his face.
He lifted himself again as the kiss ended, bringing one of his own hands to George's face, lightly brushing her cheek. "What are you thinking?" he asked softly.
George smiled. "I'm thinking about how impressed I am with you," she said letting her fingers tangle in his hair. "Most first times are awkward."
Usopp gave a nervous chuckle, not sure he entirely believed her. It definitely hadn't been bad, but he could think of a few moments where he knew he'd been probably done the wrong thing. He wasn't about to dwell on that right now, though. Abruptly, the entirety of what had just happened hit him, and his eyes widened a bit. "...wow. We really did just..." He felt a momentary surge of bashfulness at their current closeness in their state of undress, which was ridiculous considering what they'd just done.
"You're officially officially not a virgin anymore," George replied, nodding.
He nodded too, grinning at her. "Thank you, George. You're awesome, you know that? The best ever. I love you." His smile softened a bit and he turned his head to lean into her hand. "I love you," he repeated. "And...sorry if I made you wait."
"It was worth it," George said back, grinning as well. "Really. So worth it. I love you too."
Usopp wet his lips, his brow furrowing slightly. "And...it really was okay?"
George laughed softly. "Better than okay. It was great."
"Good." Usopp glanced to the side. "...I was actually expecting it to be a lot harder than that. Or...you know. It kinda seemed too easy, once we got going." He shifted slightly, not wanting to disturb George.
"How were you expecting it to be harder?" George asked, squirming under him a little uncomfortably.
"Well. Maybe not harder exactly..." Usopp moved from his position over George, lying on his side next to her. "Just--I thought I'd be more...nervous. And mess up more. You know."
George turned toward him and moved a little closer. "I thought you'd be more nervous too," she admitted.
Usopp lightly touched her shoulder, letting his fingers trail down to her upper arm. "Weird, huh? Maybe Sanji was right."
"About what?" George said, shivering a little at his touch.
"Oh. He said...when it was the right time, everything would just sort of fall into place. Something like that. That I shouldn't worry or think too much, and to just...go with my instincts." Usopp smiled at her again. "It was kind of hard to think too much, anyway. I was a little...distracted," he admitted.
"Well then I guess he was right," George said, grinning. "And yeah. Sex kind of messes with your ability to think clearly."
Usopp was quiet for a long moment, taking another thorough look at her. "I'll miss you like this," he finally said. "I'm used to you the other way, and this is still a little weird, but...I know this is the real you." He moved the hand on her arm up to cup her cheek.
George leaned her cheek into his hand a little. "I wish I looked like myself all the time."
"Me too." He gave a small shrug with his free shoulder. "So I have to try and memorize you. Then at least I can make more drawings."
"You should draw me naked," George said, waggling her eyebrows.
Usopp laughed, then quirked an eyebrow. "...do you really want me to?"
George shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe."
Usopp studied her, trying to decide if she was serious or not.
George flushed a little. "Would you want to?"
"Uh. I've never..." Usopp glanced away for a moment, flushing slightly himself. "But...if it was you..."
"...I wouldn't mind," she replied, almost shyly.
"...and no one else would see it," he murmured, as if trying to reassure both of them it was a good idea.
"So...maybe after the party?"
Usopp leaned over and kissed her. "Yeah."
George kissed him back. "Okay." She smiled. "But right now we should probably get ready for the party."
"...oh right. I kinda forgot about it."
George laughed. "So did I."
Usopp sighed, reluctant to move already. "Do you think we're very late? We probably don't have to rush, right?"
"I don't think we needed to be there at any specific time, so we can probably take our time," George said, rolling onto her back and stretching. "Well. Take our time more than we already have."
"Good." Usopp chuckled, placing his hand lightly on her stomach.
George placed her hand over Usopp's and smile. "Now," she said very seriously, "where are my panties."
"Um." He seriously tried to remember for a while, but he honestly hadn't been paying much attention to where the various articles of clothing they'd removed ended up. Finally he shook his head, laughing a little. "They must be in here somewhere." That was only logical.
"I probably have to get up to find them, don't I," George said, putting on a pout.
Usopp moved the hand on her stomach to wrap his arm around her and hug her close. "Don't do that. Not yet.
George smiled. "Okay. You want to cuddle?"
Usopp shrugged, suddenly a little self-conscious again.
George moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "You can tell me what you want, you know. There aren't any right or wrong answers.
"I just want to...stay close for a little bit longer." He wrapped his other arm around George's back, holding her.
George wrapped her arms around him too. "Okay," she said, sighing happily.
Usopp inclined his head, pressing his cheek against George's hair. He stayed quiet for a minute, then laughed a little as a thought struck him. "I still haven't gotten to see you in your dress. That was the whole reason you came down here, wasn't it?"
George laughed too. "Oh yeah! I should put it on! Do you want to see it?"
"Yeah. ...in a little bit."
George yawned, cuddling in closer. "Okay. In a little bit."
Usopp smiled softly at George's yawn. "You're not gonna sleep, right?"
"No. We have a party to attend!" George replied, nuzzling her nose against his collarbone.
Usopp chuckled. "Okay. Just checking."
"I have a feeling I'm going to sleep really well tonight, though."
"Hm..." A thought had struck Usopp. "How long does this last?" He raised one hand, waving it vaguely at George. "Until midnight, or something like that? Does it wear off all at once, or is it gradual?"
"I think it lasts until dawn," George said. "And I don't know, because I've never been with someone living while I changed back.
"Dawn, huh..." Usopp was quiet for a moment, looking thoughtful.
"What?" George asked, tightening her arms around him.
"Oh...just curious. I kinda want to see, I guess. What it's like when you change." Usopp gave a small shrug with one shoulder. "Would you mind, or is that too weird?" He shifted slightly. "Dawn's not for a long time anyway. Probably we'll both be too tired to stay up for it. Maybe."
George shrugged. "It's up to you. I never feel any different, and I have no idea what it looks like."
"I guess I'll see how tired we are later. Or...we can sleep, and maybe I'll just set an alarm for before dawn? I just wanna see, I guess."
George nodded. "We should try to stay awake," she decided. "Take advantage of me looking like me."
Usopp smiled shyly. "Okay. We can do the drawing, and...other stuff."
George smiled back, nuzzling his neck again. "Yeah. Sounds good to me."
Usopp just let his arms rest around George, enjoying how warm she felt in his embrace. Finally after another long moment, he sighed softly. "I suppose we should get up soon. Do you want to take a shower before you get dressed or anything? Sanji and Luffy and the rest of them might wonder where we are..."
George laughed softly. "I should at least clean up. I'm sticky," she said.
Usopp turned a little red. "Sorry."
George kissed Usopp's neck. "It's okay."
Usopp turned his head towards George again, at first meaning to move so she could get up. He found himself reluctant to actually let go, however. "...thanks," he murmured into her hair instead. "For...you know. Everything."
George sighed happily. "You're welcome," she said. "And thank you."
The redness in his cheeks deepened a little, and he was glad she couldn't see it the way they were positioned. "You're welcome," he said softly.
"I really do need to wash up before we go," George said, nipping at his neck.
Usopp shivered slightly. "Yeah," he said, a little reluctantly. "I guess we should...probably get up."
"Next time we should do this when we don't have to go somewhere right after," George said, pulling away a little bit.
"...eheh. Right. Next time." Usopp gave a somewhat ecstatic smile. Of course it made sense there would be a next time, but he supposed he just didn't want to count on it until George's words confirmed it for him.
"You do want to do that again, right?" George asked, pretty sure she already knew the answer.
"Yes." Usopp's smile turned sheepish at the force of his reply. "...you too, right?"
George nodded, grinning. "Of course." She leaned in to kiss him softly before pulling away and getting up off the bed. "Okay. Shower. I'll be right back."
Usopp gave a soft whine as she pulled out of reach. "...okay. I guess I should start getting ready again, too."
"You still need to see me in my dress," George reminded him, picking it up off the floor, where it'd fallen.
"Right!" He may have forgotten about it for a while, but he really did want to see her in it. "And then dancing!" He grinned at her, sitting up on the bed.
George, still completely naked, wiggled her hips a little. "Yes!" she said, "dancing!"
Usopp couldn't help it. He stared.
George laughed, covering herself playfully, trying to mask a little flare of self-consciousness.
Usopp dropped his gaze, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious himself for staring.
"You're allowed to look," George said, blushing.
"...I know." Usopp flicked his gaze up again, and then quickly up from her body to her face, not wanting to make her embarrassed. He was feeling a little embarrassed himself, suddenly; he didn't understand why, but maybe it was the distance between them that made him acutely aware of their nudity in a way that he hadn't felt when they were close. He arranged his legs to cover himself somewhat as he sat on the bed.
George smiled, the fact that they were both self-conscious making her feel less awkward. "Can I borrow a shirt of yours to run to the shower in?"
Usopp nodded, pointing to the pile of his regular clothes from when he'd begun to change into his costume earlier.
George pulled on Usopp's shirt. It was very short, but sufficiently covered her. "How do I look?" she asked, smiling.
Usopp grinned. "Amazing."
She grinned back. "Thanks. I'll be right back." She picked up her dress and undergarments and hopped to the door.
Usopp stayed on the bed for a few moments, just absorbing the fact that he'd--they'd--just had sex. He could feel himself grinning like an idiot, and was glad no one was here to see it right now. Finally he hopped off the bed, wiping himself off with a clean towel, and began to get dressed again himself. The musketeer costume was somewhat elaborate, and he took his time putting it on. Finally he was dressed, and he sat on the foot of the bed, waiting for George to return.
George spun back into the room a few minutes later, now dressed in her black and red party dress. "What do you think?" she asked, grinning.
Usopp gave her a huge smile. "It's great, George!" He quickly stood and crossed the room to meet her.
George spun around again, the skirt flaring out prettily. "So you like it?" she asked, stopping to take a step toward him.
He nodded, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. "I love it." Usopp linked an arm through George's, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. "...not as much as I love you, though." He flushed slightly after he said it, wondering if he sounded like Sanji with his corny lines.
George smiled and flushed too. Usually lines like that bothered her, but she was still in the afterglow and instead found it...kind of romantic. "I love you too," she said, squeezing his hand. "Are you ready to go, then?"
Usopp nodded, still blushing a bit. "How does my costume look?"
George turned to face him, still holding his hand tightly. "You look excellent. Dashing, even," she said, grinning.
Usopp struck a slight pose, sticking out his chest. "Tell me if you feel like you're gonna swoon, so I can catch you." He paused. "I guess we should probably go, huh? Is it dark out yet?"
"Yeah, the sun is setting, we should go or it'll be to dark to find the castle or wherever the party is," George said, tugging Usopp toward the door.
"Right. And we've got lots of dancing to do." Usopp followed along easily, flipping off the lightswitch to his factory as they walked out the door.
George turned back to kiss Usopp one more time before they headed off to the party.
What: On Halloween, George looks the way she did when she was alive. We are cool so we did two different logs at two different times of the day.
Where: Usopp's Factory
When: Halloween! (yes this is posted late, shhhh.)
The first one's just a short little scene early on
*~ Halloween Morning ~*
Usopp woke up to Ilario gently pawing his nose. He probably wanted to be fed, but it felt early. Usopp sighed and picked the kitten up, mildly amazed yet again at how much bigger the little cat seemed already. He began to sit up carefully, since George was still sleeping and he didn't want to wake her up. He did pause for a moment to look over at her--and froze when he saw the girl lying next to him in bed wasn't George. At least...not the George he was used to. It took him another long moment for his sleepy brain to register that this wasn't an altogether unfamiliar face. "George," he said in the loud whisper, reaching down to shake her arm. "George!"
George whined and opened an eye. "What?"
Usopp's eyes were wide. "You're...you!" he said, breaking into a grin.
George opened her other eye and smiled. "Halloween!" she said happily.
"...oh, right!" Ilario started to squirm, and Usopp set him down on the bed. "And...it'll last all day?"
George stretched, yawning. "Yep. All day. Fun, right?" She grinned.
Usopp nodded, suddenly compelled to lean over and kiss her on the cheek. "Sorry for waking you up," he said after, a little sheepishly.
"What time is it," George asked, pulling him down to lie with her.
"Uh. I dunno. Iliario woke me up." Usopp allowed himself to be pulled down, moving a little closer to her. He yawned. "Feels pretty early, still."
George pulled herself closer to him, cuddling up. "I can't see the clock," she said, face buried in Usopp's neck.
Usopp draped an arm over George's side, too comfortable to move and try to see the clock himself. "It doesn't really matter anyway, right?"
"I guess not," said George, "we don't have any plans other than that party tonight, right?"
"Nope! Is there something you wanna do?"
"Nothing in particular. I need to show you the dress I got for tonight, though," George said, grinning against Usopp's throat.
"I thought you weren't gonna wear a costume," Usopp said, a little surprised. He smiled, thinking of the one he'd picked up on the island before they left.
"It's not a costume, it's just a dress. I'm not going as anything other than myself, but I thought I should probably look nice."
"Oh." Usopp hugged her a little. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Without thinking about it, he pulled back a little, trying to see her again.
George pulled back too, watching his face. "Is it weird?" she asked, smiling sheepishly.
A little," Usopp admitted. "I mean, it's cool, but...I'm used to you looking the other way. But I know that this is the real you. How you're supposed to look."
"How I look when I look in the mirror."
He nodded. "I guess it's just the opposite for you, huh? You probably don't see the way you look to the rest of us very often, so I bet it's weird."
"Hardly ever," George said. "Only in photos, really. I forget that I look different to you."
Usopp grinned again as he thought of something. "Hey, we can take more pictures together when you look like this! And maybe--can I draw you?"
George laughed. "Yeah, we can do that."
"Good." He moved closer to her again, leaning his head against hers.
George moved even closer, tilting her head to kiss him softly.
Usopp reached over to touch her hair, smoothing his hand down it softly.
"Happy Halloween," George mumbled against his lips, kissing him again.
"Mmm," he replied, not bothering to be verbal. He didn't want to break their kiss, and he figured she'd get the general idea.
George kissed a little harder. "Mmm," she said back.
Impulsively, Usopp hooked both his arms around George, slipping one arm through the narrow space between her waist and the mattress, and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. The movement wasn't as smooth as he'd hoped it would be, and it made him laugh, cutting short their kiss.
George threw out her arm to catch herself, laughing too. She leaned in to kiss him again a little harder.
Usopp leaned upward into the kiss, letting it linger before finally dropping his head back to his pillow. He paused for a long moment, looking at George again. It was strange; her face wasn't unfamiliar, exactly--it looked like her icons, after all, and she had been like this once before--but he had to remind himself that this was George. Still, there was something about it that felt...right.
George bit her lip. "Is it too weird?" she asked.
Usopp shook his head. "It's a little weird, but..." He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind George's ear. "It's nice. I like getting to see the real you."
George smiled. "I'm glad," she said leaning in to kiss him again. she pulled back after a moment, a thoughtful look on her face. "Do I feel any different?"
"Well." Usopp thought for a moment. "A little? I mean, I thought it was my imagination at first, but I think your lips feel kind of different. And your hair, it's..." He reached up again and ran his hand down the back of her skull. "It's different."
George frowned. "That means I feel something different than you feel most of the time. That's weird."
"I still feel the same to you? ...well, I guess I would."
"And I always feel the same to myself, nothing has changed at all to me."
Usopp's brow furrowed a bit. "I don't really get how that works. But...it probably doesn't have to make sense, huh?"
"I guess not," said George, shrugging.
Usopp was quietly thoughtful for a long moment. "Why Halloween?" he finally asked.
"It's the day when the dead walk amongst the living or whatever," George said. "Makes sense, right?"
"Oh. Right." Usopp nodded slowly, mulling that over. Finally he shrugged, grinning up at George. "Well, anyway, I'm glad I get to see you again."
George smiled back, leaning in for another soft kiss. "It's good to be seen again."
Aaand! This one takes place before the Halloween party, and is rated NC-17. GASP.
*~ Before the Halloween Party ~*
George and Usopp were running late. Everyone else had already left for the party.
George walked into Usopp's factory, her dress over her shoulder. "I'm not ready yet, are you?" she asked, hanging her dress up on the back of the door.
Usopp looked up from fastening the sash of his Musketeer costume and lifted his arms a bit in reply, to show he was still only half-dressed himself. "I don't think it should take me too long, though."
George grinned. "I like your costume," she said. "Do you want to see my dress, or should i just put it on? I was going to get dressed in the girls' room but..." She shrugged.
"Yeah?" Usopp grinned back. "The hat is my favorite part." He held it up, showing off the huge plume, before dropping it back down on the bed. "Oh. Yeah, can I see it? Where'd you get it, anyway?" He looked behind her to the dress, not that he could see it, since it still covered in plastic.
George pulled the plastic off of the dress and held it up for him to see. "Lucci helped me pick it out in some random shop on that Autumn island."
"It's nice." Usopp moved the dress back so George was holding it draped across her front, and took a step back to get a better look, momentarily taken aback again by how different she looked today. "You'll look really pretty in it." He wet his lips. "You should put it on!"
George smiled. "Yeah? I don't usually wear dresses, but this is a special occasion, so..." she lay the dress out on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head.
Usopp nodded. "Yeah." Momentarily forgetting that he was meant to be dressing himself, he paused, watching George.
George noticed Usopp watching her and undid the button of her jeans, sliding them down her hips slowly and watching him.
Usopp breathed in slowly, feeling a bit strange. In a way, he felt a little...guilty? He knew this was still George, despite the fact that she looked different than usual--in fact, she was more herself now than the way he was used to her--but even though he knew all of that in his head, it still seemed a little wrong that he should be feeling such a strong surge of attraction for her right now.
"You okay?" asked George, smirking.
Usopp sat gracelessly down on the edge of the bed. "Yeah," he replied. "Um. C'mere." He beckoned to George, blushing slightly.
George moved to stand in front of him. "What?" she asked, innocently.
Usopp reached out and took George's hand, pulling her towards his lap. "...nothing," he replied, leaning forward to kiss her.
George sat in Usopp's lap, kissing him back.
Usopp wrapped both his arms around George as he kissed her, his heart beating faster.
George reached behind Usopp for his hat, nipping at his lip and pulling back to put it on, smiling.
Usopp laughed. "Look good?"
"Very," she said, grinning and shifting so that she was straddling Usopp's hips. "I'm feeling lazy, maybe I should just go to the party in this," she said.
Usopp inhaled sharply as George shifted her position. "...no," he said, "That's not a good idea." He fidgetted a little beneath her.
George smiled, "Why not?" she asked. "You okay?"
"Because..." he began, his blush deepening. "I don't want to share you."
George's smile softened. "I think that's fair," she said, leaning in to kiss him again.
Usopp met her kiss and let his hands wander absently down George's back, one finally coming to rest at the small of her back while he other hovered near the clasp of her bra. Usopp was a little surprised at himself, but the fact remained that right now he wanted nothing more than to remove it.
George was a little surprised at him too, but she really liked ti when he took the initiative, so she wasn't about to complain. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss.
Usopp reached up to start unhooking George's bra, and had two of the three eye-and-hooks undone before he stopped, pulling back slightly. "S-sorry. I--we should probably be getting ready, huh?" Mentally, he kicked himself, already regretting his words. Costumes and Halloween parties could wait a little longer.
"I'm not ready to leave yet," said George, disappointed.
"...me either," Usopp admitted.
"So kiss me," she said, "and we can go a little later."
Usopp leaned forward again and kissed George, softly at first, but quickly building in intensity.
George made a soft, appreciative noise into the kiss and met his intensity, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
As if by magic, Usopp's hands found their way back to the clasp of George's bra, and he undid the final eye-and-hook, then reached up with one hand to slide a strap off her shoulder.
George pulled back enough to let the straps slid down her arms and off. "Nice," she said, impressed.
Usopp gave a self-conscious chuckle, and tossed the bra near the head of the bed. "You don't mind, right?" He leaned forward to kiss the side of George's neck.
George wrapped her arms back around Usopp's neck. "I don't mind at all."
"Good." Usopp hesitantly moved one of his hands down to her breast, hovering just above it for a moment before bringing it down to down to cup her breast in his palm. The touch sent an excited shiver up and down his spine.
The touch made George shiver too.
Usopp leaned in a bit more to continue kissing down George's neck, gently massaging with the hand at her breast.
George tilted her head, gasping at his touch. "That feels good," she said softly.
Usopp paused to lift his head slightly. "Which part?" he asked. That kind of thing would probably be good to know for future reference.
George laughed. "Both," she said.
"Okay," he said, also laughing a little. Usopp lowered his head back to George's neck, moving lower to kiss the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
George sighed happily. "You're sure this isn't to weird?" she asked, burying her fingers in his hair, "because I look different?"
"It's...a little weird," he replied, squirming again slightly. "But it's also...hm." He paused, trying to explain the conflicting feelings he was experiencing, and not sure exactly how to. "It's kind of...exciting?"
George smiled. "Exciting?"
Usopp blushed again. "Yeah. I mean...you look different, but it's really you and... I don't know. There's just...something about it."
George's smile widened. "I guess it is kind of exciting," she said. "I love Halloween."
Usopp kissed her full on the mouth. "Yeah," he agreed. "I liked it anyway, but now I have more reason to."
George felt a surge of affection for him at that and kissed him a little harder. "Why are you wearing so much?" she asked against his lips.
"I...was getting dressed." Usopp paused again. "I suppose we're not really in a rush..." he said thoughtfully.
"I'm wearing a lot less than I started with," George pointed out.
"True. But you put this hat on me," he reminded her with a grin.
George took the hat off of his head and put it on hers. "There," she said, grinning back.
Usopp reached his free hand up and pulled up the brim of the hat a little. "It's an awesome hat," he said, leaning in to kiss her again. "You look really...dashing. Girls can look dashing, right?"
"Why not," said George. "Maybe this should be my costume for tonight."
"The hat?"
"I'll just go like this," she said, grinning and tipping the hat forward a little.
Usopp gave an exaggerated wince. "H-hey! That's worse. And I still don't want to share you!" To emphasize his point, he kissed her again.
George kissed back. "I like it when you get possessive," she said, kissing him harder.
"Mmm," Usopp made a nonverbal noise of appreciation into the kiss, shifting beneath her a little. He moved his free hand down to her other breast, cupping it as well.
George pulled air in through her nose, her hands wandering, trying to figure out how his clothes were fastened.
Usopp felt her hands groping around on his costume, and lifted one of his hands from her chest to guide her to the sash he'd just tied on a few minutes ago.
"Thanks," George breathed between kisses, untying the sash. "Your costume is too complicated."
"It just has a lot of parts." He sighed, kind of regretting his choice at the moment. At least he hadn't been fully dressed before this little...interlude.
"Help me?" George asked. He at least knew how it worked.
"Uh. Sure." Usopp reluctantly removed his hands from George and finished pulling the sash free, then moved to the buckles that secured his pants. "You can..." He inclined his chin to indicate the buttons of his shirt.
George leaned in to nip at his lip, then got to work on the buttons of his shirt. "I'm sorry, it must've taken you awhile to put this on," she said softly, tracing her fingers over newly exposed skin.
Usopp shrugged. "It's not a big deal," he said, affecting nonchalance. The fact of the matter was, his heart was racing, though more from excited anticipation than his usual panic. "Anyway, I can always put it back on later..."
George finished unbuttoning and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. "Yeah, we'll make to the party. Eventually."
"It's early still anyway." Usopp finished undoing the last buckle on his pants and leaned forward to steal another kiss. "I mean, it's not even dark yet! A Halloween party probably won't really get started until the sun sets, you know?"
"Yeah, I thought it was starting pretty early," George said, tracing the lines of his shoulders.
Usopp breathed in slowly as her fingers skated over him, the light touch maddening, in a good way. He moved his own hands back to her waist, slowly bringing them upward.
George leaned in to kiss him again sighing happily as he touched her.
Meeting her kiss, Usopp reached up with one hand to take the hat from her head and toss it over to the floor, near the rest of his costume. "There," he said as they broke apart, brushing the hand along the side of her forehead and across her hair. The hand at her waist slid behind her to the line of her back, and he pulled her a little closer to him.
George let him pull her closer, readjusting herself on his lap. "There?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Mm," Usopp said affirmatively. He moved his hand to meet the other at the small of George's back, not exactly sure what he was going to do next, but strangely not worrying about it too much right now.
George smiled, resting her cheek against Usopp's, happy to just be close to him for the moment.
Usopp likewise was momentarily content with just the warmth of George's body against his, letting his hands rest at the smooth slope of her spine. Then George shifted, just slightly, probably only trying to get more comfortable, but the movement caused him to shiver as he felt a surprisingly strong surge of lust for her. Still feeling oddly bold, he slipped the palm of one hand lower, sneaking it beneath her panties to cup one ass cheek, and giving it a light squeeze.
George made a small squeak of surprise, but smiled. "What's with you today?" George asked, leaning in to nip at his ear.
Usopp blushed a little, almost removing his hand a bit guiltily, but refrained, on the basis that she didn't exactly seem upset about it. He just gave a shy half-shrug, and a small shiver again as she nibbled his ear.
George pulled lightly at his earlobe. "I like it," she whispered into his ear.
He gave a small, happy sigh at the tickle of her breath. "Yeah?" he whispered back. Usopp was feeling less hesitant now, and he was pretty sure if he did somehow cross a line he wasn't supposed to, that George would tell him. The freedom he felt at that realization made him feel a little giddy. He quickly turned his head to kiss her, the angle making it somewhat awkward.
George broke the kiss to switch to a better angle, kissing him harder.
Usopp moaned softly into the kiss, his hips making an involuntary movement against her.
George gasped as he made contact with her. "Usopp..." she said, breathing a little more heavily.
"Uh-!" For a moment Usopp almost floundered, a little overwhelmed. But George was so warm, and so...there. And practically naked. Couldn't forget that. Actually... Usopp moved his other hand to her hip, tugging down a bit at the elastic of her panties.
George pushed herself up on her knees to pull down her panties as far as she could, inadvertently pressing her breasts into Usopp's face.
Her balance a bit precarious, Usopp reached up quickly to brace both hands against her back and steady her, his cheeks heating as George's breasts made contact with his face. Still, he couldn't help inclining his head a bit so his cheek pressed softly into the swell of one of her breasts.
Very aware of her breasts in Usopp's face, George shifted her weight to pull her panties off one leg, then back to pull them off the other, settling back down into Usopp's lap, now completely naked. "Sorry," she said, smirking.
"N-not a problem," Usopp breathed.
"Good." George leaned in to kiss him again, deepening it quickly.
Usopp slid his hands down her back to cup her ass again as they kissed, squirming a little. His body was definitely reacting to all this stimulation, and his pants were starting to feel uncomfortable. He did his best to ignore that for now, though. He pressed his chest against George's, enjoying the way it felt when her soft breasts yielded against him, and let his right hand slide around the line of her hip, resting his palm on her thigh for a moment as he let the kiss linger and rekindle.
George wrapped her arms around Usopp's shoulders, making a small, pleased noise into the kiss and holding him tightly.
Usopp let the hand on George's leg slide inward, not stopping their kiss as he placed his fingers between her thighs. His touch was light at first, as if afraid it would be unwelcome as he brushed his index finger along her cleft.
George gasped and shivered, tightening her arms around Usopp's shoulders.
"Good?" he whispered, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.
George laughed. "Mmhm."
Usopp gave a small laugh of his own in reply, and kissed her again. Feeling encouraged, he slipped his first two fingers into her warm folds, moving a fingertip experimentally along that small nub that he knew was important for making George feel good.
George moaned, louder than she was expecting.
Usopp varied his touch on her, trying to gauge from her reactions what felt best to her. Even though he didn't usually give himself credit for it, he was a quick study, and in this case, he wanted to do a good job for George's sake anyway.
George involuntarily rolled her hips against Usopp's fingers, moaning as she did so. She was actually pretty surprised that Usopp had gotten so good at this so quickly.
Her movement took him by surprise a little, but he adjusted, trying to match the pressure, but also vary it. His brow furrowed a little in concentration. "Should I...is there anything else I should do? To make this better?" he murmured near her ear, then kissed her neck, applying light suction.
George moaned again. She reached down to take his hand, gently pressing two if his fingers into her.
Usopp swallowed, feeling a tightening tug in his lower belly at the way George felt there. A lot warmer for one, and slickly wet, but also sort of...silky. Soft. He moved his fingers against her, partly just in curiosity as he explored this new part of her. Not wanting to completely abandon the more familiar territory, though, he left his thumb poised near the nub above her entrance, continuing to brush against it while his other fingers experimented.
George leaned in to rest her cheek against Usopp's, breathing heavily. "I want you," she whispered, rolling her hips against Usopp's fingers again.
Inclining his cheek slightly to brush hers, Usopp placed his lips against her skin for a moment. He was about to reply to her breathy words, but the thrust of her hips against his fingers forced them deeper inside of her, and his fingertips came into contact with an area that felt a little different from the silky folds surrounding it, a little firmer and slightly ridged. Curious, he pressed his fingers against it again.
George shuddered hard and moaned again. Fuck that felt good.
Usopp moved his fingers a little more firmly within her, hoping for another reaction as good as the last one, rocking his body against hers involuntarily and giving a small shudder himself. "George," he breathed, just wanting to say her name.
George gripped Usopp's shoulders hard, letting out a moan that sounded half like a sob. "Usopp," she panted back.
The strength of that reaction surprised him, but only intensified his own excitement. Usopp let his hips roll beneath her again, repeating his actions with his fingers, since that definitely seemed to be working. His own breathing was a bit ragged now.
George was already pretty close and shifted her hips impatiently, moaning a bit softer into Usopp's ear.
Usopp shifted the arm behind her to clutch the back of her shoulder as he moved his fingers a bit more quickly.
George held onto him tightly, nearly gasping for air. "Usopp," she moaned, "close."
Usopp turned his head to catch her mouth in a quick, rough kiss, brushing his thumb over her while still moving the two fingers inside her.
George kissed him hard, but clumsily as he wound her tighter and tighter, and came, digging her fingernails into his shoulders and moaning loudly.
Usopp met her kiss, letting his body rock against hers again as George's nails bit into him.
George nipped hard at his lower lip, still holding him tightly. "I want you," she said again, against his lips, feeling his hips rocking against her.
"You mean like..." Usopp trailed off, too embarrassed to actually say it. He removed the hand from between her thighs, sliding it around to rest lightly against the curve of her ass, and kissed George again, pulling her close against him with the arm at her shoulder.
George nodded when the kiss broke. "Is that...?" She flushed.
Usopp nodded quickly, giving her a shy grin. "I--I want to." He kissed George again, a little clumsily as he shifted a bit under her, turning to the side so she could shift from his lap if she wanted.
"You sure?" George asked, biting her lip. She pushed Usopp's shoulders lightly, urging him back on the bed.
Usopp scooted back on the bed, letting George push him down onto his back. His shy smile became something more tender as he raised a hand to cup her face. "You don't have to worry. I mean it. Anyway, it's okay because we love each other, right?"
George smiled. "That's supposed to be the girl's line," she said, sliding her hands slowly down his chest and continued down, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his pants.
"...oh. Well. Pretend you said it, then." Usopp inhaled sharply in anticipation as she took hold of his waistband, lifting his hips slightly so she could tug them off with ease.
George pulled off his pants and sashes and underpants in one fell swoop. "If you're sure..." She crawled up Usopp's body, leaning in to give him a kiss and letting one hand drift down to wrap around him firmly.
He gave another sharp inhalation as she took hold of him, and could only nod in reply. Then abruptly, he remembered something. "W-wait. We--don't we need to use..." He flushed and lowered his voice. "...a condom."
George felt a surge of affection for him, both for being so thoughtful, and for being so shy while he said it. She leaned in to kiss him again. "No," she said. "I can't get pregnant and neither of us have any STDs so..." She shrugged. "Unless you want to use a condom."
"Oh." Usopp felt a little stupid; he probably should have thought about that. George was still technically dead after all. Undead. So it wouldn't really make sense for her to be able to get pregnant. He flushed deeper, shaking his head. "S-sorry. Never mind."
George kissed him again, and mived the hand on him. "Don't apologize. I think it's very sweet that you asked.
Usopp clumsily kissed her back, a little preoccupied with the feel of her hand on him.
George nipped at Usopp's lips. "What do you want me to do?"
"I..." Usopp trailed off, not exactly sure what to say. He knew the basic mechanics of how sex was supposed to work, but the finer details were a mystery to him. His hips gave another small involuntary jerk in response to her touch. "Nngh." Before he completely lost his sense, he looked up at her, face a little uncertain. "If we're going to... don't we have to switch places?"
George smiled at him again. "No," she said, "unless you want to do it that way. This is your first time, you can have me however you want me."
"Then..." He lifted his hand to her face again, pushing his fingers up into her hair. "...I kind of like us like this. The way your hair falls down over your shoulders and..." He raised his head for another kiss.
George kissed him hard. He really was the sweetest guy she'd ever met. "I love you," she said softly against his lips. "Are you ready?"
Usopp nodded, holding his breath a little, heartbeat picking up in anticipation.
George shifted to line herself up and slowly sunk down onto him, gauguing his reaction.
Usopp tensed at first, still holding his breath, but as she started to slide down on him, he again felt his hips begin to move of their own accord. He pushed up into her, his body seeking more of that close heat, and placed both of his hands at her hips.
George groaned. "Well," she said, smiling and leaning down to kiss him, "you're officially not a virgin anymore."
Usopp's lips fumbled hungrily against hers. "...do you think it already counts?" he managed to murmur as they broke apart. "I think maybe we have to finish first." After that first thrust, Usopp was doing his best to pace himself, trying to find a steady rhythm to match George as she moved above him. It was already proving difficult.
George moaned. "If we stopped right now we'd still have had sex, so I think it counts. But if you want to -oh- wait until we're done to pronounce it officially -fuck- then that's fine with me. I keep forgetting how fucking huge your cock is."
Usopp would probably have blushed at that, if he weren't so preoccupied. This feeling was amazing. He gave a low moan. Despite his efforts to keep a steady pace, his hips were already starting to move faster again, and with more force.
George let out a small, breathy moan with every thrust, resting her hands on Usopp's stomach for leverage. "Do you want to be on top?" she asked huskily as she gave up trying to set the pace.
"Ah! Sorry! I just--" Usopp slowed again, looking a little concerned.
George laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him again. "Don't apologize, I just wanted to know of you wanted to switch positions. Do you want to?"
"So I'm not...doing anything wrong?" Things felt good on his end--more than good--and George seemed like she was in good shape too, but he was still a little afraid that he'd do something to mess this up, and he wanted it to be special.
"You're not doing anything wrong," George said, kissing him again and lifting herself off of him slowly. "Now do you want to switch? My arms are getting kind of tired anyway."
Relieved, he returned George's kiss with one of his own. Usopp nodded carefully in response to her question, lifting his hands from her hips and propping himself up on his elbows. He gave a long, soft sigh as she removed him, his body already aching for more of that feeling, that closeness.
George flipped over onto her back and pulled Usopp on top of her playfully.
Usopp gave a surprised laugh, and leaned down to give her a lingering kiss. "...I really love you," he said, as he finally pulled back a bit.
"I love you too," George said, pulling him closer.
Usopp let her pull him in for another kiss, meanwhile trying to adjust his position over her. It proved too awkward, though, since he couldn't see the relative positions of their bodies like this. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss.
George shifted, parting her legs. "Need help?" she asked, smiling up at him.
Usopp shook his head, moving his one of his own legs between George's parted ones. Then, taking a deep breath, he reached down to line himself up and entered her, very slowly and carefully at first as he watched her face. He moved the hand back up to brace it on the bed, steadying himself as he began to rock his hips toward her, still trying to start slowly.
George groaned as he pushed inside her, arching her back involuntarily.
The way her muscles tightened around him with her movement made Usopp give a small gasp, and he began thrusting a bit faster.
George again made a breathy noise with every thrust, wrapping her arms loosely around his shoulders.
Usopp pressed a few quick kisses against her lips, his own breathing becoming ragged.
"Harder," George whispered against his lips.
In response to the whispered command, Usopp stopped trying to hold back so much, letting his body take control as he began moving faster again, and with more force. "Tell me if--" He cut himself off with a moan, momentarily overwhelmed by the amazing feeling of their friction.
George's little sounds got louder as he sped up.
Usopp dropped his head as his hips kept working, resting his forehead against George's shoulder. His breath was starting to come in short pants.
George squirmed a bit beneath him, her orgasm almost within reach. "Usopp," she breathed.
Usopp was feeling very close himself, and lifted his head again to give George another somewhat clumsy kiss, letting that answer her for him. He'd found an erratic rhythm that felt right, though he was still increasing his pace as his climax built up inside him, getting closer.
George lightly squeezed Usopp's hips with her knees, urging him along, so close.
Usopp slid one arm beneath George's back, gripping her shoulder from behind as he pushed himself deeply within her, his body rocking against hers.
George clung tightly to Usopp's shoulders as brought her closer and closer and she came loudly, wrapping her body around him.
The convulsing of George's inner muscles around him as she climaxed sent Usopp over the edge only half a moment later. He let out a loud moan, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he came.
George took a moment to catch her breath, still wrapped tightly around him.
Usopp hugged George tightly, keeping otherwise still. He didn't want to speak yet, because it seemed like words would shatter the feeling of the delicate moment he was caught in.
George sighed happily, relaxing a little bit. That was...way better than she was expecting.
Usopp lifted himself up on an elbow a bit to look down at her face, smiling at her fondly.
George smiled back, flushing a bit.
Usopp lowered his face to kiss her deeply.
George made a small, pleased noise into the kiss, bringing her hands to either side of his face.
He lifted himself again as the kiss ended, bringing one of his own hands to George's face, lightly brushing her cheek. "What are you thinking?" he asked softly.
George smiled. "I'm thinking about how impressed I am with you," she said letting her fingers tangle in his hair. "Most first times are awkward."
Usopp gave a nervous chuckle, not sure he entirely believed her. It definitely hadn't been bad, but he could think of a few moments where he knew he'd been probably done the wrong thing. He wasn't about to dwell on that right now, though. Abruptly, the entirety of what had just happened hit him, and his eyes widened a bit. "...wow. We really did just..." He felt a momentary surge of bashfulness at their current closeness in their state of undress, which was ridiculous considering what they'd just done.
"You're officially officially not a virgin anymore," George replied, nodding.
He nodded too, grinning at her. "Thank you, George. You're awesome, you know that? The best ever. I love you." His smile softened a bit and he turned his head to lean into her hand. "I love you," he repeated. "And...sorry if I made you wait."
"It was worth it," George said back, grinning as well. "Really. So worth it. I love you too."
Usopp wet his lips, his brow furrowing slightly. "And...it really was okay?"
George laughed softly. "Better than okay. It was great."
"Good." Usopp glanced to the side. "...I was actually expecting it to be a lot harder than that. Or...you know. It kinda seemed too easy, once we got going." He shifted slightly, not wanting to disturb George.
"How were you expecting it to be harder?" George asked, squirming under him a little uncomfortably.
"Well. Maybe not harder exactly..." Usopp moved from his position over George, lying on his side next to her. "Just--I thought I'd be more...nervous. And mess up more. You know."
George turned toward him and moved a little closer. "I thought you'd be more nervous too," she admitted.
Usopp lightly touched her shoulder, letting his fingers trail down to her upper arm. "Weird, huh? Maybe Sanji was right."
"About what?" George said, shivering a little at his touch.
"Oh. He said...when it was the right time, everything would just sort of fall into place. Something like that. That I shouldn't worry or think too much, and to just...go with my instincts." Usopp smiled at her again. "It was kind of hard to think too much, anyway. I was a little...distracted," he admitted.
"Well then I guess he was right," George said, grinning. "And yeah. Sex kind of messes with your ability to think clearly."
Usopp was quiet for a long moment, taking another thorough look at her. "I'll miss you like this," he finally said. "I'm used to you the other way, and this is still a little weird, but...I know this is the real you." He moved the hand on her arm up to cup her cheek.
George leaned her cheek into his hand a little. "I wish I looked like myself all the time."
"Me too." He gave a small shrug with his free shoulder. "So I have to try and memorize you. Then at least I can make more drawings."
"You should draw me naked," George said, waggling her eyebrows.
Usopp laughed, then quirked an eyebrow. "...do you really want me to?"
George shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe."
Usopp studied her, trying to decide if she was serious or not.
George flushed a little. "Would you want to?"
"Uh. I've never..." Usopp glanced away for a moment, flushing slightly himself. "But...if it was you..."
"...I wouldn't mind," she replied, almost shyly.
"...and no one else would see it," he murmured, as if trying to reassure both of them it was a good idea.
"So...maybe after the party?"
Usopp leaned over and kissed her. "Yeah."
George kissed him back. "Okay." She smiled. "But right now we should probably get ready for the party."
"...oh right. I kinda forgot about it."
George laughed. "So did I."
Usopp sighed, reluctant to move already. "Do you think we're very late? We probably don't have to rush, right?"
"I don't think we needed to be there at any specific time, so we can probably take our time," George said, rolling onto her back and stretching. "Well. Take our time more than we already have."
"Good." Usopp chuckled, placing his hand lightly on her stomach.
George placed her hand over Usopp's and smile. "Now," she said very seriously, "where are my panties."
"Um." He seriously tried to remember for a while, but he honestly hadn't been paying much attention to where the various articles of clothing they'd removed ended up. Finally he shook his head, laughing a little. "They must be in here somewhere." That was only logical.
"I probably have to get up to find them, don't I," George said, putting on a pout.
Usopp moved the hand on her stomach to wrap his arm around her and hug her close. "Don't do that. Not yet.
George smiled. "Okay. You want to cuddle?"
Usopp shrugged, suddenly a little self-conscious again.
George moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "You can tell me what you want, you know. There aren't any right or wrong answers.
"I just want to...stay close for a little bit longer." He wrapped his other arm around George's back, holding her.
George wrapped her arms around him too. "Okay," she said, sighing happily.
Usopp inclined his head, pressing his cheek against George's hair. He stayed quiet for a minute, then laughed a little as a thought struck him. "I still haven't gotten to see you in your dress. That was the whole reason you came down here, wasn't it?"
George laughed too. "Oh yeah! I should put it on! Do you want to see it?"
"Yeah. ...in a little bit."
George yawned, cuddling in closer. "Okay. In a little bit."
Usopp smiled softly at George's yawn. "You're not gonna sleep, right?"
"No. We have a party to attend!" George replied, nuzzling her nose against his collarbone.
Usopp chuckled. "Okay. Just checking."
"I have a feeling I'm going to sleep really well tonight, though."
"Hm..." A thought had struck Usopp. "How long does this last?" He raised one hand, waving it vaguely at George. "Until midnight, or something like that? Does it wear off all at once, or is it gradual?"
"I think it lasts until dawn," George said. "And I don't know, because I've never been with someone living while I changed back.
"Dawn, huh..." Usopp was quiet for a moment, looking thoughtful.
"What?" George asked, tightening her arms around him.
"Oh...just curious. I kinda want to see, I guess. What it's like when you change." Usopp gave a small shrug with one shoulder. "Would you mind, or is that too weird?" He shifted slightly. "Dawn's not for a long time anyway. Probably we'll both be too tired to stay up for it. Maybe."
George shrugged. "It's up to you. I never feel any different, and I have no idea what it looks like."
"I guess I'll see how tired we are later. Or...we can sleep, and maybe I'll just set an alarm for before dawn? I just wanna see, I guess."
George nodded. "We should try to stay awake," she decided. "Take advantage of me looking like me."
Usopp smiled shyly. "Okay. We can do the drawing, and...other stuff."
George smiled back, nuzzling his neck again. "Yeah. Sounds good to me."
Usopp just let his arms rest around George, enjoying how warm she felt in his embrace. Finally after another long moment, he sighed softly. "I suppose we should get up soon. Do you want to take a shower before you get dressed or anything? Sanji and Luffy and the rest of them might wonder where we are..."
George laughed softly. "I should at least clean up. I'm sticky," she said.
Usopp turned a little red. "Sorry."
George kissed Usopp's neck. "It's okay."
Usopp turned his head towards George again, at first meaning to move so she could get up. He found himself reluctant to actually let go, however. "...thanks," he murmured into her hair instead. "For...you know. Everything."
George sighed happily. "You're welcome," she said. "And thank you."
The redness in his cheeks deepened a little, and he was glad she couldn't see it the way they were positioned. "You're welcome," he said softly.
"I really do need to wash up before we go," George said, nipping at his neck.
Usopp shivered slightly. "Yeah," he said, a little reluctantly. "I guess we should...probably get up."
"Next time we should do this when we don't have to go somewhere right after," George said, pulling away a little bit.
"...eheh. Right. Next time." Usopp gave a somewhat ecstatic smile. Of course it made sense there would be a next time, but he supposed he just didn't want to count on it until George's words confirmed it for him.
"You do want to do that again, right?" George asked, pretty sure she already knew the answer.
"Yes." Usopp's smile turned sheepish at the force of his reply. "...you too, right?"
George nodded, grinning. "Of course." She leaned in to kiss him softly before pulling away and getting up off the bed. "Okay. Shower. I'll be right back."
Usopp gave a soft whine as she pulled out of reach. "...okay. I guess I should start getting ready again, too."
"You still need to see me in my dress," George reminded him, picking it up off the floor, where it'd fallen.
"Right!" He may have forgotten about it for a while, but he really did want to see her in it. "And then dancing!" He grinned at her, sitting up on the bed.
George, still completely naked, wiggled her hips a little. "Yes!" she said, "dancing!"
Usopp couldn't help it. He stared.
George laughed, covering herself playfully, trying to mask a little flare of self-consciousness.
Usopp dropped his gaze, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious himself for staring.
"You're allowed to look," George said, blushing.
"...I know." Usopp flicked his gaze up again, and then quickly up from her body to her face, not wanting to make her embarrassed. He was feeling a little embarrassed himself, suddenly; he didn't understand why, but maybe it was the distance between them that made him acutely aware of their nudity in a way that he hadn't felt when they were close. He arranged his legs to cover himself somewhat as he sat on the bed.
George smiled, the fact that they were both self-conscious making her feel less awkward. "Can I borrow a shirt of yours to run to the shower in?"
Usopp nodded, pointing to the pile of his regular clothes from when he'd begun to change into his costume earlier.
George pulled on Usopp's shirt. It was very short, but sufficiently covered her. "How do I look?" she asked, smiling.
Usopp grinned. "Amazing."
She grinned back. "Thanks. I'll be right back." She picked up her dress and undergarments and hopped to the door.
Usopp stayed on the bed for a few moments, just absorbing the fact that he'd--they'd--just had sex. He could feel himself grinning like an idiot, and was glad no one was here to see it right now. Finally he hopped off the bed, wiping himself off with a clean towel, and began to get dressed again himself. The musketeer costume was somewhat elaborate, and he took his time putting it on. Finally he was dressed, and he sat on the foot of the bed, waiting for George to return.
George spun back into the room a few minutes later, now dressed in her black and red party dress. "What do you think?" she asked, grinning.
Usopp gave her a huge smile. "It's great, George!" He quickly stood and crossed the room to meet her.
George spun around again, the skirt flaring out prettily. "So you like it?" she asked, stopping to take a step toward him.
He nodded, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. "I love it." Usopp linked an arm through George's, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together. "...not as much as I love you, though." He flushed slightly after he said it, wondering if he sounded like Sanji with his corny lines.
George smiled and flushed too. Usually lines like that bothered her, but she was still in the afterglow and instead found it...kind of romantic. "I love you too," she said, squeezing his hand. "Are you ready to go, then?"
Usopp nodded, still blushing a bit. "How does my costume look?"
George turned to face him, still holding his hand tightly. "You look excellent. Dashing, even," she said, grinning.
Usopp struck a slight pose, sticking out his chest. "Tell me if you feel like you're gonna swoon, so I can catch you." He paused. "I guess we should probably go, huh? Is it dark out yet?"
"Yeah, the sun is setting, we should go or it'll be to dark to find the castle or wherever the party is," George said, tugging Usopp toward the door.
"Right. And we've got lots of dancing to do." Usopp followed along easily, flipping off the lightswitch to his factory as they walked out the door.
George turned back to kiss Usopp one more time before they headed off to the party.