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The awkward atmosphere hung heavy in the carriage.
Maybe I really shouldn't have teased him like that , Maomao thought. She was definitely not pouting as she rested her chin on a hand and watched the landscape pass them by. Across from her, Jinshi was fiddling with his juice glass. She could tell he was desperately trying to look anywhere but at her.
This was fine. It didn’t bother her at all. Not one bit.
She had resigned herself to the awkward silence for the remainder of the ride back; that was until– without warning– the carriage hit a large bump in the road. Maomao winced as her ass flew up and violently back down onto the seat and Jinshi swore.
“My apologies, are you alright back there?” their driver cracked open the window and asked.
“It's fine, we're fine,“ Jinshi answered. Maomao looked at him fully to see that he'd spilled his juice all over the front of his robes. Suiren was probably not going to be happy about that one.
Pulling a handkerchief out of her sleeves, she got up from her seat and gingerly sat down on the seat next to him. The second she did so, however, he jumped.
“What?” she raised an eyebrow at him and held up her handkerchief. “I'm just trying to help.”
He looked between her handkerchief and the wet spot on his robes. “Alright,” he said finally, but he only relaxed a little.
Maomao sighed and dabbed at the stain, she didn't fail to notice, however, the way he clutched at the seat and the way he watched her with wide eyes.
She stopped, hand hovering between them.
“Maomao?”
Looking back up at him, she didn't bother to hide the displeasure on his face. Jinshi bit his lip, conflict written all over his features.
“Master Jinshi,” Maomao began. Jinshi snapped his head to her, at full attention. “Can you really not control yourself over a little cleaning? Are you such a slave to your lust?”
Jinshi groaned and turned to face forward, leaning his head in his hands and rubbing his temples. When he looked back up at her he had a very sour look on his face.
“No, of course I’m not, but I have a feeling you don't intend to make this easy on me either.”
Maomao furrowed her brow trying to decipher what he could possibly mean. Once she realized, she gave him another look causing him to stare up at the ceiling.
“My little tease from earlier? I fear you might need to get a much thicker skin if that's still bothering you, Master Jinshi.”
He let out a long-suffering sigh and slumped down in his seat. Crossing his arms and rubbing his eyes.
“Need I remind you there's a wide gulf between touching and making babies?”
“I know, I know!” Jinshi fixed her with another glare.
“I just think perhaps this would be easier for you were you to... let a little out at a time. You know if dams aren't made to divert some water they'll burst.” Maomao tried to come across as more confident then she felt.
Jinshi seemed to consider this as his eyes slowly traveled from her face down her body. A shiver ran down her spine.
“-And what exactly is a little to you?” he asked.
Maomao averted her eyes, looking down at the soiled handkerchief in her hands. For a moment she wondered what she was doing. Hadn't she pushed enough with her little tease earlier? But at the same time, she was surprised to find herself wanting to see how far this could go.
A plan formed in her head.
“Do you trust me?” She looked back up and met Jinshi's eye.
Immediately, he was on guard again. “With what?”
Maomao frowned. “If you're going to look at me like some kind of blood-sucking demon, then we can forget about it…”
She was about to stand to go back to her side of the carriage when he caught her wrist.
“I do. Of course I do.” His pleading eyes reminded her of a starving dog.
For a second she almost chickened out, but she pushed past it. She stood up and moved more into his space, she let the hitch of his breath bolster her for her next move. Placing a hand on the wall on either side of his head, she firmly planted a knee between his legs.
“Maomao…” His eyes were blown wide and his hands hovered at her hips.
“If you want me to make this easy on you,” she began. “Then I request that you don't touch me while I work.”
Jinshi blinked. “At all?”
“At all.”
She expected him to have more to say on the matter, but instead his mouth pulled into a thin line and he lowered his hands to grip at the seat of the carriage. She swore she caught a sparkle of excitement in his eyes.
Masochist.
Moving her hands from the wall to either cheek, she gently tilted his head up to look at her. Taking a moment to drink in the sight of his blown wide pupils, she found she couldn't stop herself from licking her lips before leaning in and slotting her lips against his.
It was awkward at first. Jinshi was too tense, too on edge, but another slide of her lips soon had him melting into the kiss. He parted his lips allowing her tongue access. A long high pitched whine came from Jinshi, Maomao found herself clinging closer to him.
Maomao didn't know how long they stayed like that; the kiss lit a fire in her belly and left her with a heady feeling in her head. But it was all interrupted by a wandering hand sneaking up to grab at her hip.
Immediately, she smacked his hand away. (harder than she actually meant to) Pulling off of his face with a pop, she tried to get her breathing and heart rate back under control. When she looked back at Jinshi, with his face flushed and chest heaving, she could tell he was in much the same state as she was.
“I thought you agreed not to touch me?”
He leveled her with a very sour look, “This is torture.”
Don't act like you don't like it, she thought, eyes inadvertently traveling down to frog that was deciding to make itself known from under his robes.
Jinshi let out a groan. “If you're not careful this is going to end much the same way as it did before...”
By before... he meant the last time she kissed him like this. She looked back up at his face, he was somehow more flushed then before and avoiding her eyes. She tilted her head.
“Is that not the goal?”
His eyes widened and snapped to hers. He sat up straighter almost knocking her off balance, causing her to grip the front of his robes to keep from falling over.
“It doesn't seem fair does it?” he leaned in until their noses were almost touching, a pout on his face. “How am I to get you back if I can't touch you?”
“You want to...?” Maomao could feel her ears heat, she was fully prepared to get him off and leave it at that. But the clearer it was that she understood his meaning the more his eyes seemed to sparkle.
“I can't be the only one getting something out of this can I?”
Maomao dropped her head to Jinshi's chest just to avoid his gaze for a moment. She had...one idea. In her opinion, it was embarrassing– but...she also couldn't find it in her to want to stop. She wanted that fire back. She wanted to see what other feelings could be produced from such activities.
“Maomao?” Jinshi asked, confused by her silence.
Placing her hands on his chest she pushed him back against the seat. She readjusted herself so that instead of kneeling on the bench, she was now straddling his hips. His breath hitched as she gave an experimental twist of her hips against his hard length.
“Maomao...” Jinshi croaked out.
“Shut up.” She placed her hands on his shoulders and stared straight ahead at his neck. His throat bobbed as he swallowed and then they both bounced as he let out a chuckle. She cut him off with another grind of her hips and he bit his lip in an effort to muffle the moan that threatened to escape his lips.
“O-okay,” he managed to get out as Maomao began to grind on him in earnest.
It wasn't like she'd never touched herself before, but there was something thrilling about the sensation of his length rubbing against her center. She almost regretted asking him not to touch her; that was– until she looked down and noticed his hand fidgeting on the bench. He wanted to touch her so bad. He wanted to but he was following the rules she set. She found it hard to describe the feeling that thought left her with, so instead she gripped his shoulders tighter and grinded against him harder. Jinshi leaned in and buried his face into her neck, muffling his moans.
Without warning, he buried his teeth into her neck. His hands flew up and gripped at the back of her jacket. He let out another long whine and shuddered. Maomao might have complained about him touching her again, but she had a pretty good idea what just happened.
Slowly, he lifted his head. She raised up on her knees to examine the damp spot on his crotch and frowned. That was going to be a problem . It probably would've been easier to start problem solving if her breathing would even out and her legs wouldn't feel so much like jelly. She made to stand up, but before she could, Jinshi grabbed her wrist.
”Wait, you-“ he breathed hard. ”You didn't get off.“
”No, it's fine,” she meant it. Even if she had been embarrassed, it had been pleasant.
Jinshi grabbed her hips and urged her to sit back down, this time straddling one of his thighs. Maomao let out a sound of surprise before looking at him incredulously.
“U-use my thigh,” he had that look back. That one that reminded her of a feral dog.
“What!?”
“Please.” The feral dog was begging now?
“I can't do that.” Dry humping him was embarrassing enough in the first place, but to just hump his leg without doing anything for him? Even worse. And he had to go and beg for it too?
“Maomao, please. ”
Maomao shivered. She swallowed heavily and placed her hands back on his shoulders before burying her head in his chest. He had been an awfully good boy and followed the rules. (even if he did lose it at the end) She told herself she was doing this to reward him for that. His hands didn't leave her hips, she supposed he figured their little game was over now. She decided she wasn't going to tell him otherwise. This was his reward after all.
She resumed her grinding, hesitantly at first, but soon she found a new rhythm. It was mortifying how good it felt. Before she realized it, she noticed sounds filling the carriage.
Oh shit, are those from me?
They were nothing like the sounds she usually heard at the Verdigris House. Those were sensual, sexy. These were more like a cat in heat. She bit her lip desperately trying to keep more from spilling out.
I hope the driver didn't hear that.
Jinshi– for his part– still had his hands on her hips; though by the way his fingers fidgeted, Maomao guessed he really wanted to let them wander, but was restraining himself. She could feel him letting out heavy breaths over her hair, he was enjoying this too much. Pervert.
“One day,” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I'll have you completely alone and I will hear those noises unmuffled.”
Maomao shivered. He really did have strange tastes. But she couldn't linger on that thought; in the next moment, his lips were on her neck and she found she had to bite her tongue to keep another noise from spilling out.
Finally, between Jinshi's kiss on her neck, and her center rubbing against his thigh, that coil within her snapped. She buried her face further into his chest hoping to muffle the sounds of her orgasm.
As she shivered and tried to get her breathing back under control, Jinshi brought a hand up to toy with a strand of her hair. Slowly, she lifted her head to look at him.
The look he met her gaze with was one of amazement. In contrast with the sinful way he looked earlier, now one might have been forgiven for confusing him for a kid who'd just been given a new toy. Maomao decided she would never cease to be surprised by his breadth of facial expressions.
“I think,” he twirled the strand of hair around his finger. “You might have had a point.”
“Hm?” she blinked slowly. “A point about what?”
They bounced as he chuckled again. “This was your idea, remember? To let a little out?”
“I did say that, didn’t I…?” she averted her eyes, she wasn’t sure what the nervous flutter in her stomach was doing showing up now.
He dropped the strand of hair that he’d been playing with and gingerly placed a hand on her cheek. When she turned her attention to him she found his eyes to be searching for… something. Once she realized he must want to kiss her she slowly leaned in and pressed her lips against his. This time, the kiss was sweet, with none of the heat that they shared before. She found it soothed her nerves somewhat.
He looked to be about to say something, but something outside the carriage caught her eye. Looking out the window, she realized where they were. She managed to stand up on shaky legs, cutting him off.
“I think we'll be back soon, we should get presentable.”
Jinshi startled and looked for himself. Maomao handed him the handkerchief from her sleeve before working on straightening her clothes and redoing her hair. Once she was done, she looked back at Jinshi. He'd managed to straighten himself out mostly, but he still had a juice stain on his front and he couldn't totally get rid of the damp patch on his crotch. Their eyes met and they shared a grimace.
There's no way they were getting past Suiren.