Ozuma

Heart beats loudly in Ozuma's chest. Green eyes watch Garland's face as the man falls apart, and Ozuma finds himself feeling a quick surprise as he too, influenced by Garland, cums hard. A strong shiver runs through him. And without thinking too much he goes in for a hard, forceful kiss while still slowly stroking them both.

Ozuma's hand gets firmer, rubbing them tightly together. Green eyes stuck on Garland's face. He wants to see him fall apart. Put it into his memory. Something he can look back to. "Cum for me." He urges the man on. Ozuma might be imagining things, but he feels how his soulmate mark brun slightly.

Ozuma meets her stare. Green eyes dark with the pleasure he can't express in words. After a moment of stillness, Ozuma moves back only to push back in again. Repeating that motion with more force: a need for more of her. There is no gentle pace, there is a chase for pleasure.

*Mariam is surprised when the next noise Ozuma wrings out of her is even louder than the first. She doesn't know what she expected; it certainly wasn't gentle sex but it wasn't sex that felt this.. This fucking good either. Her fingernails sink into the skin of his back, the muscle of his shoulder. Ozuma's on to something... The thought of their defeat is so fucking far away it doesn't even register. All she can focus on is how he feels inside. The fullness, the burn mixed with the most delicious pleasure.* "Fuck Ozuma.." *Her eyes have scarcely left his, but now they flutter shut.*

As Mariam's eyes shut and her head falls back, Ozuma's mouth comes searching for her neck and throat. The pleasure is there, and Ozuma has no trouble reading Mariam's body for what she enjoys. He gets a bit faster with his hips. The sound of wetness and skin against skin gets louder in his small apartment.

It seems like they're both thinking of similar things. Ozuma sighs before he places another kiss, this time to her wrist: just above her pulse. He then pushes himself up from her lap and shifts so he can face her. "Mari..." He smirks. "Come here." He pulls her forward, soon taking a kiss.

*Mariam is smirking by the time her lips meet his. All in all she supposes neither of them are the truly romantic cuddling type. Ozuma goes back to the war outside their town tomorrow, and based on that, Mariam finds herself thinking she should give him a warrior's send-off. She deepens that kiss, makes it sloppy and rough.*

Ozuma closes his eyes and lets a low moan leave his chest as the kiss turns rough. His calloused hands cup Mariam's face as he meets her lips over and over again. He has grown comfortable with her, enough to go for what he wants.

*Mariam lets Ozuma's bulk overwhelm her in that moment; falling into the kiss, falling back against his headboard and twisting her fingers into his shirt as if she could still get him closer. All she wants is to be absorbed by him. That way she can forget he's going to disappear in the morning for weeks and she's not gonna know what the hell is going on. If he's okay.* "You gonna think about this, when you're gone...?" *Mari looks up at him.*

Slightly out of breath, Ozuma looks at Mariam as she speaks. To him, Mariam looks gorgeous in that moment. Lips wet hair a bit messy. How can he not think about it? "Yes." Ozuma finds himself saying, knowing it to be the truth. He leans in to kiss her neck, his lips brush over her earlobe. "Have someone to come home to."

A pair of black jeans, and an old band t-shirt, is what Ozuma pulls on before he goes to the small bathroom to clean his aching knuckles. His mood is serious and low, so he grits his teeth. They were supposed to stay in that town for a while. Now they're running again. "You got any idea of where to go, Joseph?" He asks as the man is often the driver out of the four of them.

It must be because of what happened tonight that his chest and stomach tighten upon seeing her. The way she so easily could have been used and hurt. Ozuma's eyes follow her every move. He knows she won't break apart but he wants her near to hold her if her thoughts make her restless. "Come on now." He says, wanting her in bed. Resting. At least that is what he tells himself as his gaze linger a little too long at her exposed legs.

*Mariam can't help the weak smile that crosses her features as she pads over to the bed and climbs into the spot Ozuma's left for her. He hadn't lied; he'd warmed the bed wonderfully and Mariam lets out a soft sigh as she settles into the heat, pulling the blankets to her chin in a bundle. She turns to face the door. Tells herself that man is never going to burst through another door again. Usually she's a stomach sleeper, but tonight that feels... Too vulnerable. Even if her captain who saved her earlier is right beside her in bed.*

Ozuma shifts slightly as Mariam joins him and green eyes take in the back facing him. On missions, at home, Mariam always seem so strong yet now she looks so small. A low sigh leaves Ozuma as he reaches out and wraps an arm around her: easily pulling her closer. "I got you." He says, sponing her.

*The emotional nature of the day must've crept up on her quicker than she thought because Mariam has to open her eyes as Ozuma loops an arm around her waist. The warmth is immediate, but so is the press of Ozuma's hard chest against her back. It feels like a beautiful thing in her half-asleep mind and Mariam finds herself smiling more. Almost forgetting for a second what happened earlier. She feels safe. Perfectly safe and her eyes become heavy again.*

A part of Ozuma relaxes greatly as he realizes Mariam is asleep. He relaxes, and mulls over the day. It isn't until several hours later that he falls asleep. Even if it has been hours, Dunga's merciless as he wakes Ozuma up, and it feels like he only slept seconds. "What time... is it?"

"Damn near 11. Get up, we gotta check out and move somewhere else." *Dunga whips his captain's covers off him just to expedite Ozuma's waking and then wanders into the bathroom to finish getting himself ready. Mariam is no longer next to him in bed; when Ozuma takes in the hotel room she's sitting on the floor by the only mirror in the place besides the bathroom and trying to detangle her hair with her trusty brush.*

Ozuma must have slept deeply as he didn't notice Mariam leaving his side. A displeased expression grows on his face as the pain in his both hands reminds him of what he did less than 12 hours ago. A shiver runs down his spine. He could need more sleep, a lot more. Forcing himself up, Ozuma starts to get dressed. Green eyes, looking in Mariam's direction. He can tell she is trying to act normal. He wonders what's on her mind.

It seems like they're both thinking of similar things. Ozuma sighs before he places another kiss, this time to her wrist: just above her pulse. He then pushes himself up from her lap and shifts so he can face her. "Mari..." He smirks. "Come here." He pulls her forward, soon taking a kiss.

*Mariam is smirking by the time her lips meet his. All in all she supposes neither of them are the truly romantic cuddling type. Ozuma goes back to the war outside their town tomorrow, and based on that, Mariam finds herself thinking she should give him a warrior's send-off. She deepens that kiss, makes it sloppy and rough.*

Ozuma closes his eyes and lets a low moan leave his chest as the kiss turns rough. His calloused hands cup Mariam's face as he meets her lips over and over again. He has grown comfortable with her, enough to go for what he wants.

Ozuma meets her stare. Green eyes dark with the pleasure he can't express in words. After a moment of stillness, Ozuma moves back only to push back in again. Repeating that motion with more force: a need for more of her. There is no gentle pace, there is a chase for pleasure.

The slight touch sends a shiver down his body and straight to his swelling cock. In that moment, Ozuma wonders why they haven't done that before. He gives her a small smirk before he leans in further. His hard body pressed against her softer one. His goal is to make her wet and excited. Soaking wet. "Can't wait to feel you around me, Mari." His hands more down her thighs, to the bend of her knees and urges her up into his arms. Carrying her is easy, and this way he can grab her ass just fine.

*Mariam breathes out a sigh she's glad becomes muffled when Ozuma picks her up. Dirty words sound so.. Right, coming out of his mouth that she can hardly believe it. Ozuma shows his strength almost effortlessly and it makes her shiver. By the time her back lands in the bed Mariam wants to rush. She wants Ozuma to pull these shorts off of her and feel him against her, completely skin to skin. His words are having an effect... She feels hot. And ready.* "Come on then."

Ozuma doesn't follow her, not yet, but as she is on her back half naked on his bed he towers over her. Letting his eyes take in her beautiful curves. He leans down and lets his hands move up her thighs slowly. Fingers working on that button of her shorts, to grab that loop by the side, and slowly pull them off. That's when Ozuma gets down on his knees. His thumb draws circles near the soft part of her inner thigh, so very close to her centre. "I wonder... how you will taste."

*Mari lifts herself just so from the bed and she watches Ozuma pull her shorts and underwear from her. She can see his arousal, its impressive size and girth and Mariam knows without a doubt that he's going to feel fucking amazing inside. She's ready to say goodbye to the stress of the day and welcome him in when he speaks.* "What if I said... There might be time for that later? What if right now I just want you." *Bold move suggesting a second round, but Mariam honestly doesn't know the last time she wanted someone's body so badly.*

Ozuma pauses for a moment as he is impressed by how vocally Mariam expresses her wants. It makes him grin to himself, leaving the idea of eating her out behind. "As you wish." He replies in an amused tone, and slowly crawls into bed. Making himself at home between her legs.

*His voice is still haughty as fuck and she watches Ozuma move over her with eyes that might be just a bit hungry - just a bit depraved. She's ready to experience him, outside of the dirty little thoughts from peeking at him when he doesn't notice. Taking in the sharp contours and angles of him almost guiltily when she should be thinking about missions and missions only. Sexual tension is a real bastard sometimes. But not today. She slides a hand down his back, helps herself to a grab of his ass. As firm as she was thinking.*

Ozuma can feel how his erection brushes against her soft skin as moves. Settles there, feeling strangely enough that it's here he should be. The hand on his ass only strengthens that feeling. Knowing that Mariam most probably has thought about touching him is a powerful one. He lets a hand move down her stomach towards her centre, parting her lips to teasingly brush past her clit as he takes in how wet she is. "You are ready for me." He says in a low, a bit smug, voice. His hand leaves her, and soon she can feel the head of his cock.

*Mariam could scoff. Ozuma will always be himself - pompous and perfect. And the way he talks right now is perfect too. She raises an arm behind her head to rest it there, other hand trailing a finger up the curve of Ozuma's spine.* "Are you going to keep talking or are you gonna fuck me?" *She never should've let on that his voice was a turn-on. Not that she had any control over how her body reacted. She is wet for him... Completely ready. Ready for Ozuma to relieve all this tension like he promised.*

A small laugh leaves Ozuma. Mariam is always trying to seem so in control of herself, he finds it endearing. Ozuma hopes he can stay in control and pull out, as a condom is the last thing on his mind now. His hand moves from her sex to hisown, guiding himself to her heat. Without more words he pushes forward. A low vibrating moan leaves him as her insides embrace him. Soon he's in deep, with his pulse quickening.

It seems like they're both thinking of similar things. Ozuma sighs before he places another kiss, this time to her wrist: just above her pulse. He then pushes himself up from her lap and shifts so he can face her. "Mari..." He smirks. "Come here." He pulls her forward, soon taking a kiss.

It must be because of what happened tonight that his chest and stomach tighten upon seeing her. The way she so easily could have been used and hurt. Ozuma's eyes follow her every move. He knows she won't break apart but he wants her near to hold her if her thoughts make her restless. "Come on now." He says, wanting her in bed. Resting. At least that is what he tells himself as his gaze linger a little too long at her exposed legs.

*Mariam can't help the weak smile that crosses her features as she pads over to the bed and climbs into the spot Ozuma's left for her. He hadn't lied; he'd warmed the bed wonderfully and Mariam lets out a soft sigh as she settles into the heat, pulling the blankets to her chin in a bundle. She turns to face the door. Tells herself that man is never going to burst through another door again. Usually she's a stomach sleeper, but tonight that feels... Too vulnerable. Even if her captain who saved her earlier is right beside her in bed.*

Ozuma shifts slightly as Mariam joins him and green eyes take in the back facing him. On missions, at home, Mariam always seem so strong yet now she looks so small. A low sigh leaves Ozuma as he reaches out and wraps an arm around her: easily pulling her closer. "I got you." He says, sponing her.

*The emotional nature of the day must've crept up on her quicker than she thought because Mariam has to open her eyes as Ozuma loops an arm around her waist. The warmth is immediate, but so is the press of Ozuma's hard chest against her back. It feels like a beautiful thing in her half-asleep mind and Mariam finds herself smiling more. Almost forgetting for a second what happened earlier. She feels safe. Perfectly safe and her eyes become heavy again.*

A part of Ozuma relaxes greatly as he realizes Mariam is asleep. He relaxes, and mulls over the day. It isn't until several hours later that he falls asleep. Even if it has been hours, Dunga's merciless as he wakes Ozuma up, and it feels like he only slept seconds. "What time... is it?"

The slight touch sends a shiver down his body and straight to his swelling cock. In that moment, Ozuma wonders why they haven't done that before. He gives her a small smirk before he leans in further. His hard body pressed against her softer one. His goal is to make her wet and excited. Soaking wet. "Can't wait to feel you around me, Mari." His hands more down her thighs, to the bend of her knees and urges her up into his arms. Carrying her is easy, and this way he can grab her ass just fine.

*Mariam breathes out a sigh she's glad becomes muffled when Ozuma picks her up. Dirty words sound so.. Right, coming out of his mouth that she can hardly believe it. Ozuma shows his strength almost effortlessly and it makes her shiver. By the time her back lands in the bed Mariam wants to rush. She wants Ozuma to pull these shorts off of her and feel him against her, completely skin to skin. His words are having an effect... She feels hot. And ready.* "Come on then."

Ozuma doesn't follow her, not yet, but as she is on her back half naked on his bed he towers over her. Letting his eyes take in her beautiful curves. He leans down and lets his hands move up her thighs slowly. Fingers working on that button of her shorts, to grab that loop by the side, and slowly pull them off. That's when Ozuma gets down on his knees. His thumb draws circles near the soft part of her inner thigh, so very close to her centre. "I wonder... how you will taste."

*Mari lifts herself just so from the bed and she watches Ozuma pull her shorts and underwear from her. She can see his arousal, its impressive size and girth and Mariam knows without a doubt that he's going to feel fucking amazing inside. She's ready to say goodbye to the stress of the day and welcome him in when he speaks.* "What if I said... There might be time for that later? What if right now I just want you." *Bold move suggesting a second round, but Mariam honestly doesn't know the last time she wanted someone's body so badly.*

Ozuma pauses for a moment as he is impressed by how vocally Mariam expresses her wants. It makes him grin to himself, leaving the idea of eating her out behind. "As you wish." He replies in an amused tone, and slowly crawls into bed. Making himself at home between her legs.

*His voice is still haughty as fuck and she watches Ozuma move over her with eyes that might be just a bit hungry - just a bit depraved. She's ready to experience him, outside of the dirty little thoughts from peeking at him when he doesn't notice. Taking in the sharp contours and angles of him almost guiltily when she should be thinking about missions and missions only. Sexual tension is a real bastard sometimes. But not today. She slides a hand down his back, helps herself to a grab of his ass. As firm as she was thinking.*

Ozuma can feel how his erection brushes against her soft skin as moves. Settles there, feeling strangely enough that it's here he should be. The hand on his ass only strengthens that feeling. Knowing that Mariam most probably has thought about touching him is a powerful one. He lets a hand move down her stomach towards her centre, parting her lips to teasingly brush past her clit as he takes in how wet she is. "You are ready for me." He says in a low, a bit smug, voice. His hand leaves her, and soon she can feel the head of his cock.

Ozuma picks one of his recent favorites, Smile, and flops down to his bed. Urging for Mariam to join him. Watching bones break, seems to be fitting just before this hell of a mission. Ozuma sighs. He feels off.

*Mariam sits cross-legged by her captain and watches some of the movie before her eyes start to drift to her right; watching him instead. Ozuma seems distracted. Maybe even worried. Mariam understands the feeling... Jackson is trouble, and even moreso than the fact that she's been pulled from the mission to make her more of a woman and less of a warrior, Mariam is scared he'll be reckless. And stupid. And get one of her teammates hurt.* "You can't stop thinking about it can you?"

Sometimes, Ozuma wishes Mariam couldn't read him so well. "I'm.. " He stops. "It's like an irritarion or itch I can't scratch." He admits at last. Eyes leaving the tv to land on her.

*Mariam purses her lips. She doesn't really know what to say to that. They've been talking about it for the past few days, ever since she found out she needn't be packing tonight like the others are. Mari also knows that it won't really sink in until they're gone in the morning and she'll still be right here.* "Come here." *Mari pushes Ozuma forward, moves behind him on the bed until her knees are on either side of him. She wraps an arm loosely around his chest and pulls him backward. She doesn't know what to say, so holding him hopefully does the trick.*

Ozuma can't help but tense up, not sure what is coming, to slowly relax as he is held by her. He can't remember the last time he was held like this. A slow exhale leaves him as his body grows heavier against her. A part of his thoughts about the mission worries him. The need to hurt the man meant for Mariam. Do cruel things to him, and let him know she will never be his. What would mariam think of him if he killed the man?

*Mari feels satisfied finally as the weight gets heavier and heavier in her arms; a slow but sure sign that Ozuma's finally relaxing. She doesn't doubt that he's in as much inner turmoil as she is... She might be getting left behind, sure; but now there's an incompetent prick supposedly her team's backup and that's frightening. A mistake on his part could get someone hurt. Or worse. She's not quite aware of the way her thumb starts to rub gentle circles against Ozuma's chest where it lays.*

A sigh leaves Ozuma as he's touched soothingly. His focus isn't on the horror movie or the now forgotten beer, but on how Mariam makes him feel. He knows he is safe in her arms. Safe, is something he very rarely feels. Ozuma lets a tattooed arm reach up to take one of her hands, and he moves it to his mouth. Placing a kiss there he promises he will become that safe spot for her too. The question is if her intended will survive that promise, at least his pride won't.

It must be because of what happened tonight that his chest and stomach tighten upon seeing her. The way she so easily could have been used and hurt. Ozuma's eyes follow her every move. He knows she won't break apart but he wants her near to hold her if her thoughts make her restless. "Come on now." He says, wanting her in bed. Resting. At least that is what he tells himself as his gaze linger a little too long at her exposed legs.

*Mariam can't help the weak smile that crosses her features as she pads over to the bed and climbs into the spot Ozuma's left for her. He hadn't lied; he'd warmed the bed wonderfully and Mariam lets out a soft sigh as she settles into the heat, pulling the blankets to her chin in a bundle. She turns to face the door. Tells herself that man is never going to burst through another door again. Usually she's a stomach sleeper, but tonight that feels... Too vulnerable. Even if her captain who saved her earlier is right beside her in bed.*

Ozuma shifts slightly as Mariam joins him and green eyes take in the back facing him. On missions, at home, Mariam always seem so strong yet now she looks so small. A low sigh leaves Ozuma as he reaches out and wraps an arm around her: easily pulling her closer. "I got you." He says, sponing her.

The slight touch sends a shiver down his body and straight to his swelling cock. In that moment, Ozuma wonders why they haven't done that before. He gives her a small smirk before he leans in further. His hard body pressed against her softer one. His goal is to make her wet and excited. Soaking wet. "Can't wait to feel you around me, Mari." His hands more down her thighs, to the bend of her knees and urges her up into his arms. Carrying her is easy, and this way he can grab her ass just fine.

*Mariam breathes out a sigh she's glad becomes muffled when Ozuma picks her up. Dirty words sound so.. Right, coming out of his mouth that she can hardly believe it. Ozuma shows his strength almost effortlessly and it makes her shiver. By the time her back lands in the bed Mariam wants to rush. She wants Ozuma to pull these shorts off of her and feel him against her, completely skin to skin. His words are having an effect... She feels hot. And ready.* "Come on then."

Ozuma doesn't follow her, not yet, but as she is on her back half naked on his bed he towers over her. Letting his eyes take in her beautiful curves. He leans down and lets his hands move up her thighs slowly. Fingers working on that button of her shorts, to grab that loop by the side, and slowly pull them off. That's when Ozuma gets down on his knees. His thumb draws circles near the soft part of her inner thigh, so very close to her centre. "I wonder... how you will taste."

*Mari lifts herself just so from the bed and she watches Ozuma pull her shorts and underwear from her. She can see his arousal, its impressive size and girth and Mariam knows without a doubt that he's going to feel fucking amazing inside. She's ready to say goodbye to the stress of the day and welcome him in when he speaks.* "What if I said... There might be time for that later? What if right now I just want you." *Bold move suggesting a second round, but Mariam honestly doesn't know the last time she wanted someone's body so badly.*

Ozuma pauses for a moment as he is impressed by how vocally Mariam expresses her wants. It makes him grin to himself, leaving the idea of eating her out behind. "As you wish." He replies in an amused tone, and slowly crawls into bed. Making himself at home between her legs.

Ozuma picks one of his recent favorites, Smile, and flops down to his bed. Urging for Mariam to join him. Watching bones break, seems to be fitting just before this hell of a mission. Ozuma sighs. He feels off.

*Mariam sits cross-legged by her captain and watches some of the movie before her eyes start to drift to her right; watching him instead. Ozuma seems distracted. Maybe even worried. Mariam understands the feeling... Jackson is trouble, and even moreso than the fact that she's been pulled from the mission to make her more of a woman and less of a warrior, Mariam is scared he'll be reckless. And stupid. And get one of her teammates hurt.* "You can't stop thinking about it can you?"

Sometimes, Ozuma wishes Mariam couldn't read him so well. "I'm.. " He stops. "It's like an irritarion or itch I can't scratch." He admits at last. Eyes leaving the tv to land on her.

*Mariam purses her lips. She doesn't really know what to say to that. They've been talking about it for the past few days, ever since she found out she needn't be packing tonight like the others are. Mari also knows that it won't really sink in until they're gone in the morning and she'll still be right here.* "Come here." *Mari pushes Ozuma forward, moves behind him on the bed until her knees are on either side of him. She wraps an arm loosely around his chest and pulls him backward. She doesn't know what to say, so holding him hopefully does the trick.*

Ozuma can't help but tense up, not sure what is coming, to slowly relax as he is held by her. He can't remember the last time he was held like this. A slow exhale leaves him as his body grows heavier against her. A part of his thoughts about the mission worries him. The need to hurt the man meant for Mariam. Do cruel things to him, and let him know she will never be his. What would mariam think of him if he killed the man?