Gatling Rain on a Steam Filled Morn

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After Waltz had finished washing his mane, he opened is eyes to Jasmine wringing her hair really well, then dragging shampoo-covered fingers through her scalp.

"Jasmine...is it just Jasmine?"

"Jasmine and Jade, actually. Well, uh...Ok, so, I have tow names. Jasmine. And Jade. I'm either or, not both."

"Oh. So...How did we end up in this shower together?"

"Well, I was snooping. Trying to find you, but not be seen just yet caaaaaaause...", she giggled. "I was gonna strip regardless of what was going on. What better way to break that news than to do it in the nude. Oh by the way, wanted to let you know that I'm not a stallion."

Waltz chuckled. "Caught that instantly. Thing is...I'm sure I've felt sexual excitement before just...not like this."

"Yeah, well, when you're a god, love is a bit trickier than usual.", she brushed past Waltz and pressed her back to his to share the warmth and rush of water. She hummed in delight.

"I don't know if I have another round in me.", Waltz began lathering his arms.

"Mhmm.", Jasmined ran her fingers through her mane, washing out the shampoo. "I would expect it. You are...or rather were...a virgin."

"Am I...good in the sack?"

"As good as a virgin gets. Don't worry about how good you are. On account of how sexually active you are, you shouldn't need worry about that. Eh, lover?", she smacked his ass.

"I'm still not gonna let an object no bigger than a food bowl tell me what my fate is."

"Awe. Alright. I'll just romance you, then. If you won't romance me, I'll meet you halfway."

"And if I don't want you?", he continued lathering himself. Jasmine paused.

"I know you don't love me yet. But could you at least give it a chance?"

"I...suppose. I'm a lonely stallion with no one to love but a few countable on one hand. That accounts for one person. Eldritch. He raised me."

"Your mother didn't raise you?"

"Neither did my father. Eldritch took me in and raised me. He taught me to sling a gun, fight, swing a sword, cook, captain a ship, maintain any and all steam engine pieces and constructs. No exceptions."

"Oh. A mechanic, huh?", she bumped her hip into his as she rounded to his front, then pressed her chest against his, looking up into his eyes as he looked down at her. She traced her hands down his chest, to his sides, then wrapped her arms around Waltz.

They kissed. It was a small kiss.

"Well, I know that once we're out of this shower, I can't seduce you again at least for another day. So, I want you to know. I love cuddles. I love hugging. Kissing. Being together in very close proximity, you get the gist. If at the end of the day, you just take the time to hold me. I could fall in love again. Every time."

Once they stepped out of the shower, Waltz was first out. He grabbed a couple of towels from the stack he had set beside the shower, and tossed one to Jasmine. As they dried down, Jasmine got close. Really close. Waltz finished drying shortly after she did, and once he tossed the towel aside, she shoved him onto his bed. He landed with a muted thud, and she was on top of him immediately. Then she rolled onto his side, getting comfortable next to him.

"Do gods sleep?"

"Yeah."

"Were you headed to bed?"

"No. Day is still young."

"Wellll....would you mind staying right here for me? I know it's a little early, but I haven't slept in four days."

"Are you in your right mind, right now?"

"No, I've been hih for four days straight."

"Sp you're not thinking straight."

"Oh, I am! Believe me. I wouldn't be doing this if I were sober, though. I'm not as confident when I'm not high."

"High off what?"

"Some of the greatest speed a pirate could get ahold of! Liquid magic mixed with Celadon Dust and crystallized. Break it down and snort a nice, thick line, you won't sleep for at least two days."

"Uh-huh. I've never even heard of Celadon Dust."

Jasmine picked her head up. "You're kidding me."

"Nope. Never been high, either."

"Wanna try it?"

"No."

"Oh."

"And I'm not sure if I'm ok with that particular crowd. I'm not apirate. I don't steal. I don't hurt innocent people.", he sat up in bed. Jasmine stayed lying down. "I'm a hero. I help people. Save people. Jasmine, I don't think this could have ever worked."

"And what makes you say that?"

"Because. You're the daughter of Jolly Roger. You're literally the princess of the pirates. I've saved literally just as many peoples' lives as you've taken. And I know you will never discuss that number with me, but I know it's pretty far up there."

"Waltz."

"Yeah?"

"I wasn't truthful with you."

"I kind of expected that."

"I wasn't truthful about the artifact you gave me."

"Yeah? It doesn't decide my fate, does it?"

"It does. But I didn't tell you what it does.", Jasmine stretched out on Waltz's bed. He laid back down beside her, and she immediately snuggled up against him, laying her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beat. By the heavens, she could close her eyes and fall asleep her. Probably will if she does for more than five seconds.

"What does it do? Does it pair us up to fuck like we just did? does it have a fertility spell added onto it, and you're going to get inevitably pregnant?"

"Whoa now, mustang. Don't go putting good ideas in my head.", she teased. "It's the artifact that the immortal lovers had. Something about being blind, and being able to see the light it puts off when their lover is close."

"So...we're lovers? That doesn't make sense."

Jasmine sighed. Then clsoed her eyes. "When you touch it for the first time, it decides your fate. It goes through every reality that ever could be, with every person that you have met or will meet. And finds that one person who you can fall the deepest in love with, the person you will love the most, and sets that future in and locks it. You will fall in love with me. I will fall in love with you. It could be a century from now, it could be ten days from now. We will never know. But it will happen."

"I didn't even know your name until almost an hour ago."

"And you've already given me twelve climaxes."

"When you put it that way...."

"It sounds better?"

"It makes things more complicated. There is a lot of conflict in my head. I left the Beauty because Night took the first path that would divide us. I was in piracy because of her. So I left. To come back to this life. Continue being a hero. Continue to write my legend in history. Now you show up, fuck each other's brains out, and now we're...in the pillow talk stage...", he sighed. "Jasmine, I'm just not sure about any of this. It so new, it's so terrifying.", he looked at her silent form. "You're asleep, aren't you?" She gave no response. Waltz checked the clock beside him, an ironic timepiece, considering the fact that it's sitting in a broken clock tower.

It said:

10:22 am

With a sigh, he pulled his arm from Jasmine's grip, rolled forward and began dressing himself.

When Jasmine woke up, she awoke with a start, and immediately shot upright, sitting in the unfamiliar bed. She were naked. Trying to recall her recent memories, she vaguely remembered a shower. Nothing else really fit in place.

Then she turned aroubd, spotting the shower she did remember. Alright. Close enough proximity, safe to say that she ended up in this place...somehow. there were valuable objects left and right, all stacked on display like trophies. She could have a field day picking these items up.

Until she actually saw the art of how the room was built. Trophies were everywhere. Hanging from something, leaning against a crate. Whomever lives here is very mindful of their trophies. Because everything seems to center around the bed.

A heavy thud resounded just a couple paces away, and Jasmine gasped, hands covering her bare body.

"Slept well enough? It's only been about four hours.", Waltz pulled his collar off, tossing it aside.

"Four hours? This is your home? Did I sleep with you?!"

Waltz turned to her with a wide-eyed expression, then sighed, nodding.

Jasmine huffed, then began hurriedly gathering her clothes. "Who are you?"

Waltz popped the old gem out of his collar, then snapped a new one in, clasping it arubd his neck once more.

"The name be Cloud Waltz, lass.", he smirked.

"Ok, and...", she paused, then sighed a long sigh. "Alright. How much do you know about me?"

"You're the daughter of Jolly Roger, adopt the name of James the Kid under the guise of a young stallion. Do you...do this normally?"

Jasmine began clothing herself, "Yeah. It's the legend I'm starting and ending in my early years. Something I've been...working on."

"I'd say it's a small success. Any...words you might have to say about recent events? Questions?"

"I remember a shower and nothing else after...picking the lock on ye old gold chest. Three hundred gold bars. Did you see any of that?", she pulled her shirt over her head.

"No, we met when you decided to take a high speed dive off your ship onto mine. Is that normal for you?"

"Oh yeah, I live life in the fast lane", jasmine looked at herself in the mirror, then began running her fingers through her mane.

"How fast?"

"Ever take a swan dive off the bow of a capital ship going max speed?"

"Ooooo, how fast?"

"Enough that the suit of metal weight I was wearing were almost blown away with me. I slammed through the bulkhead of another capital ship the next moment."

"I fought a dragon."

"I killed a broodmother, took her eggs, and raised them myself."

"How's that working for you?"

"They my babies! All of them! Especially Marak'Tai! They're as big as ((horses)) and will eat your face if I tell them to.", Jasmine chuckled as she pulled her hair up, then paused as she realized: she did not have her bandana. "No....noooo....every time it gets harder.", Jasmine let her hair down, then straightened the mess out. She turned to Waltz. "Business. Daddy didn't raise no bitch. But he got offed by one...", she crossed her arms.

"So, do you recall the fact that my motger killed your father?"

"Well, eitger way, you just told me. Thats so bumpkiss. I didn't even touch some...what are you? Are you immortal?"

"Yes. But I age."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Are you a god?"

"By what I have been told, yes. My father is a god."

"Ah. I know this story. Alright. Did we do it in that shower? Because I feel...especially feminine! And very satisfied and content..."

"So, I shared my first kiss with Night a short few days ago. This morning, you got in the shower with me, and I gave you the D for a solid thirty minutes."

"I really...really wish I could remember that. But I was absolutely drugged out of my mind. See, I'm a fiend. I'm evil. I steal, i pillage, and yes, I do rape. Thing is, you may very well be a victim of rape. Do you realize that? You ok with that? Cause thats what it's sounding like."

"Are you upset that you had sex with a stranger?"

"Kinda! I'm supposed to be a fourteen year old colt! If I drop my panties at the soght of- oh now I remember what got my motor running. I like athletic stallions, if that simplifies things."

"I'm athletic in its own sense. I wear armor almost every waking moment of the day, and I swing a claymore around like it's a rapier.", Waltz chuckled once, smirking to himself.

"Careful. The sin of pride has gotten many a stallion killed."

"Pride?", Waltz raised a brow. For but a moment. "Look. We obviously need to meet halfway. I'm a god. God of wind."

"More like a god of luck. Do you actively fight machino golems?"

"Sometimes."

"Alone?"

"Yes. How'd you know?"

"I do my honework. Gods of the wind are known for their magical luck, high speed, and invredible difficulty in bed. You don't know how lucky I am to have slept with you."

Hmm. Never thought I would ever hear that. Then again it's not something you expect to be told."

"In a short moment, I'm gonna fire a flare, bolt back to my ship. I...", Jasmine sighed. "I didnt touch the damn artifact first, you did, so you're dominant partner of the relationship. We're gonna fall in love, so pick a time and place where we meet up, I'm a busy mare."

"How about this...", Waltz held a hand up in gesture. "You. Go find, or pick a place. Ruins, a temple, the fountain of youth, davy jobes locker, a treasure vault, anything where you or I could acquire personal gain. And I'll meet you halfway.", he smiled.

"And I'm an immortal mare who stole another god's immortality. I'm the pirate princess."

"Any skills?"

"Swashbuckling, gunslinging, and cooking."

"Cooking? Well, if we're finally accepting that a chunk of metal is going to decide whether or not we fall in love, then I'm happy you can cook."

"Yeah, well, have a few goood swamp friends. They taught me well."

"Next step?"

"We part ways. I slept with you, and therefore want to stab you. Multiple times. Move.", Jasmine brushed past Waltz towards the open windowsill, then paused to scan the area about her for her bandana.

Waltz snatched it off his bed, and handed it to her. As she wrapped it around her head expertly, Waltz began dropping equipment off on his bed. "I'll keep an open mind. The only thing I hope for...is to feel something every time I look at you. I'm going spelunking for the next few days. You need me, go asking in the darker part of town. People know me there."

"Fer a while, I thought ye'd be a goody two shoes.", James remarked.

"They know because I've kicked their asses. Twice, each."