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Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

Jack looked around as May gripped his arm and chattered away, telling him about the neighborhood. There was a burger joint and a Chinese takeout and something that just billed itself as a 'diner'. Up the block was the Goodwill, next to it was a Safeway, and across the street was a books and records shop. And nowhere was there a white face to be seen, except for the bubbly ginger chick next to him. They were getting stared at, and not all those stares were friendly. The Supreme Court might have just ruled differently, but he knew that a lot of folks - not just white folk - didn't care for mixed-race couples. Not that he and May were a couple, mind. Just two people out for a walk, and ine if them was really friendly. But people could and would jump to conclusions. Is it the whole leg, or just the foot? May asked out of nowhere. Huh? He'd been lost in his thoughts, so the question caught him off guard. I mean... if you don't mind talking about it. If you don't wanna it's cool. Nah, it's cool, Jack replied. It's about a third of the way up the calf. Punji pit in Cam Phon. The VC smeared the spikes with shit, I think. By the time I could get medivaced, gangrene had set in. Eighteen hours, it had taken. His cries - because nobody got their foot shredded by bamboo spikes and didn't scream - had alerted a bunch of gooks and turned into a firefight. Pinned down for hours in a bad position, he'd had to fight with a tournequet and morphene until the squad could hump him to the LZ on an improvised stretcher. Dunno if they could have saved the foot anyhow, he grimaced. Docs tell me it was tore up real bad. So I wrapped up my tour in Tokyo, healing up from the amputation. Then I got me a ticket to the States and my discharge. He frowned, ever so slightly. Hated to leave my squad, but there's not much use for a crippled 11-Alpha in the field. Sure hope they pulled a good replacement.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

May drew in her breath between her teeth with a hiss and winced. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like to fall into a spike pit it was a miracle he'd gotten out alive! Well...a reason and a season for everything, she said after some thought. Her friends who had gone and not come back were mostly infantry, what they'd called eleven bravo. So Jack was probably something like that...he'd definitely killed people. It gave her chills to think about, and made her feel uneasy. So what was Tokyo like? she asked after a long pause, as much to distract herself as to find out more about him. He'd said that he wanted to bring his friends home, that he hadn't wanted to be there...surely he hadn't had a choice as to whether he killed anyone. They probably would have had to kill him first. She listened attentively to Jack's time in Tokyo before spotting a run-down little shop sandwiched between two buildings and pulled him across the street. The peeling sign said Pham's Market, with some form of Asian characters underneath. How many times I tell you, Khng khng? admonished a bent old man behind the counter as soon as they stepped in. You in public shop! You wear real shirt! I am Mr. Pham, May argued rolling her eyes. Even changed just for you. And I'll only be in your hair for a minute. Mr. Pham, whose hair was rapidly thinning, didn't look pleased at the expression. My new roommate here just got back, and he wants to make some recipes he learned over there. He's makin' me dinner. She smiled brightly. Mr. Pham looked suspiciously at Jack and muttered something in Vietnamese which, if Jack understood him May certainly didn't, would have called into question his ability to properly prepare a meal. You cook for Khng khng? he confirmed. What you cook?
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

Tokyo was mostly a glimpse of neon outside my hospital window, Jack said as the two of them approached a tired looking little building proclaiming itself Pham's Market in English and Vietnamese. What with recovering from the operation, and learning to walk again, I didn't get much time for tourism. I was still in service then, so if I'd been well enough to rubberneck I'd have been well enough for desk duty at the least. How many times I tell you, Khng khng? admonished a bent old man behind the counter as soon as they stepped in. You in public shop! You wear real shirt! I am Mr. Pham. Even changed just for you. And I'll only be in your hair for a minute, May fired back, ribbing the old man about his whispy hair before flashing a bright smile. My new roommate here just got back, and he wants to make some recipes he learned over there. He's makin' me dinner. Mr. Pham looked him over. Bn? he sinffed. Bn bit lm th no nu n? Sure can, Jack replied with a toothy grin. C l khng tt nh bn, nhng tt. You cook for Khng khng? Mr. Pham shot back in English. What you cook? Depends on what you got, man, Jack replied casually as he looked around. Pho ga and garlic noodles, like as not. Maybe some banh chung chien if you got banana leaves here. He shrugged. Maybe not entirely authentic, cause I like screwing around with recipes. Kind of a Texmex banh chung chien, y'dig? A slow smile spread across the old man's face. Texmex, hey? You like the spicy food, yes? Then you need make Khng khng bun bo hue, show you what spicy really like. Right, sounds fine, Jack agreed. Set me up, why don't you?
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

It's a right pleasure, Mr. Franklin, Jack said, shaking the other man's hand. He was still on edge from May's behavior, seeing echoes of the way some Vietnamese women would react to the sight of GIs, and it was an effort to keep the tension out of his voice. Thanks for putting that cracker off the trail, man. No trouble there, son, he replied absently, stroking May's hair. She could use that tea, though. Sure enough, Jack agreed, giving May a last, concerned look before sweeping aside the beads that served as a door. Then he stared around the tiny room, taking in the Salvation Army look that was the trademark of May Swift-Palmer. Where the hell, he wondered aloud, would I find me a kettle? The kettle turned out to be in a tiny pantry next to the battered and chipped stove. He read based it out and set it to heating on the gas stove, then went back to work looking for the tea - something that took more work than he'd anticipated. He'd gotten used to mixing leaves into water and letting them steep, over in Nam, and it took a few tries to reconcile the little Lipton bags with tea. Probably half sawdust, he grumbled, pulling three chipped mugs from a cabinet. No amount of searching revealed a tray, so bringing the tea out took several trips. First the mugs and the box of tea bags. Then a pint bottle of milk and a canister of sugar. Finally, he carried out the pot and filled the mugs. So, he asked, dipping two bags into the water, that's your dad, huh? Need me to kick his ass if he comes back round? He grinned as he wiggles his fake foot. I can balance pretty good on this thing, these days.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

When Jack returned May was wiping the tears away and trying to regain her composure. Mr. Franklin politely pretended not to notice as she snorted back a fair amount of snot from her now stuffy nose. Once the tea had been set out she busied herself with the sugar, wrapping her hands around the hot mug as one might on a winter's day despite the warm breeze moving the curtains. She giggled nervously when Jack offered to kick her father's ass. No, she said thickly. Just...if he ever comes up to you, pretend you don't know me. Don't know where I live, never heard of me. He's been working his way up the block past month or two. I didn't know he was tellin' folks I was a runaway or I'd have warned Jerry downstairs. I'll tell 'im before I go back up to the Missus, Mr. Franklin assured her. You goin' back up after this morning? May asked with a ghost of her usual smile. What was she flingin' at you, anyway? Coffee cup. Mr. Franklin shrugged. Been outta medication a couple days, was convinced I'd put the spider in it. You know how she gets. May nodded, and after he'd drained his tea Mr. Franklin stood with a groan. You gotta get yourself a better couch, girl! My old bones can't sit but ten minutes on this rickety old squish cushion. I'll get a brand-new one once I win the lottery, May promised, now feeling much more her usual self if not still a little jittery. To remedy this she hunted around the kitchen for a minute before coming back with a plastic baggy, a lighter, and a curious glass pipe . Mr. Franklin paused on his way to the door and gave her a look of disdain. Oh child! he protested. It calms me down after he's been snooping around, May argued, though she hid them behind her back like a child caught stealing candy from a jar. You need that junk 'bout as much as a dog needs pants. They stared at each other for a long moment, then he sighed and shook his head. You a grown woman, he said, but don't come cryin' to me when you wind up in a ditch. He nodded at Jack as a way of goodbye. You keep a close eye on this one, young man. Keep her outta trouble 'fore she gets you into it. Once the old man had left May sighed and flopped back onto the couch and busied herself packing the pipe. Makes me feel guilty every time, she admitted. But my father, he...well, he gets me shook up. I did runaway y'know, second I turned eighteen, but he doesn't seem to get that he's the reason why. Or that I'm not his property. She shook her head and the May she had worked for years to carefully construct fell away for a moment. Her face was hard angles and deep lines of worry, with no hint of a smile to be seen. But the new May, as she called it, was back quickly enough and she held the pipe out to Jack. Smoke?
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

I'll watch out, Jack laughed. And you watch out yourself, Mr. Franklin. I don't wanna be hearing 'bout how your woman done cracked your skull, now. Settling back, he watched May pack her pipe. The encounter with her old man must have shaken her badly, he decided, because her expression was different. Harder, somehow. Not the smiling, laughing woman who'd answered the door earlier. She looked more grown-up, but also scared. Makes me feel guilty every time, she said. What, toking up in front of Mr. Franklin? Jack asked, aware that wasn't what she meant at all. May shook her head. But my father, he...well, he gets me shook up. I did runaway y'know, second I turned eighteen, but he doesn't seem to get that he's the reason why. Or that I'm not his property. Some folk are like that, Jack replied. Think they ain't anybody, unless they're bossing someone else around. Had more'n one CO that acted the same. He shrugged, watching her light up and take a hit. Why not just tell him to go to hell? Might get the point across. Her lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile, and then she held the pipe out. Smoke? Yeah. Why the hell not? He accepted the pipe and took a long drag, holding his breath for a moment to let the fragrant smoke fill his lungs. Then he exhaled slowly, letting blue smoke stream from his nostrils as he handed the pipe back. Not bad, he said. Little harsh, but not bad. Leaning back once more, he rested his head on the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. One of the few good things about Nam, he said slowly, was you could score some prime weed, cheap. I'm talking the good shit here, you dig? Helped take the edge off of things.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

This helps take the edge off, May said with a shrug before inhaling deeply, holding her breath, then slowly letting the smoke out. Other stuff does too. That's all that matters. Wrinkling her nose, she set the pipe down and dug around in a drawer before extracting incense and a holder. She lit two sticks simultaneously and the smell of sandalwood and lavender soon overpowered the smell of pot. I hate the smell, she explained, flopping back on the couch. She was quiet for a long moment, thinking over what had happened, and shook her head. Tried telling him to go to hell, she said out of nowhere, picking up the thread of conversation from five minutes ago after taking a hit and passing it back to him. Didn't work out too well for me. He's a powerful man, Leland Palmer, don't much like being told what to do. Then Ma died--cancer--and everything just got worse and worse and... She trailed off, watching the patterns in the incense smoke. You ever see that cartoon flick Fantasia ? she asked after a long silence, smiling vaguely at the smoke as it rose and eventually dispersed. Loved that shit. When I was a kid I'd watch the smoke from my dad's cigarettes, and I'd watch the way they curled and moved, and I'd imagine they were those fishes. Y'know the ones? Those like...unnecessarily sexy fishes ... She coughed as a giggle fit interrupted her mid-drag. Disney man...like, did he have some bizarre goldfish fetish or something? May lost herself to the giggle fits, feeling much more her old new self again. She allowed herself to flop over with her head in his lap and stretch out on the couch before passing the pipe back to him. What about you Jack? she asked, still giggling. You got a goldfish fetish? She frowned a little, briefly, and wiggled. You hot? I'm hot. Grabbing at the shirt she'd put on just so she could go into Mr. Pham's market, she pulled it clumsily over her head. Somehow she managed to get stuck for a few moments and laid in Jack's lap, giggling uncontrollably before managing to tug it the rest of the way off and toss it over the back of the couch. That's better.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

Jack sniggered at the goldfish comment, unable to stop himself. Nah, he laughed, taking a pull on the pipe while May's head and shoulders wiggled against his thigh. No goldfish for me, May. He took another pull on the pipe and watched the smoke curl upwards as he exhaled. Hafta be a goddamn whale if I had me a fish fetish, know what I'm sayin'? You hot? May asked. I'm hot. You sure as hell are, he agreed. I... Something flew past his lips be of businessman n, something white and lacy. He glanced down to find her topless, her fine c Sammy tits and smooth little belly on display. That's better, she declared. Sure is, Jack agreed, handing her back the pipe and not bothering not to stare. What's up with you, girl? Known you half a day, an' here you are showin' off the goods. Ain't n get seen nothin' like that before. Blood joint, he considered that statement. Well, not a rack as nice as yours, anyway.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

Hafta be a goddamn whale if I had me a fish fetish, know what I'm sayin'? May bit her lip and grinned. I think so. She remembered the glimpse she'd caught of the erection he'd had earlier, bulging through his pants. As the temperature seemed to rise she frowned. You hot? I'm hot. Jack agreed that she was hot, but cut himself off as her shirt went flying past his face onto the floor on the other side of the couch. This time he didn't bother trying to hide his staring. She laughed when he demanded to know what was up with her, and declared he'd never seen anything like it. She laughed harder when he corrected himself over the implication that he'd never seen tits before. She took another hit and held it in, then tilted her face away from him so as not to blow smoke at him as she slowly released it. Slowly she grabbed his hand and laid it gently over one breast. For a long few minutes May looked at it and smiled. I like it, she decided. Like the way it looks. We don't believe in binding the human spirit. May looked up into Jack's dark, deep eyes. We don't wear clothes if we don't wanna, we have sex with who we want, eat what we want, smoke what we want, experience whatever higher planes we were meant to, whenever we want. She smiled. The world would be a better place if everyone were like that. May's fingers moved over the back of Jack's hand, tracing patterns and enjoying the contrast of his dark hand against her pale breast, waiting for him to finally just do what he wanted, to become unbound.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

Maybe it would be at that, Jack agteed, squeezing May's breast gently. Goddamn, your tit feels good as it looks! He squeezed again, enjoying the feel of her flesh and the look of her pink-pale skin against his hand, before he blinked in surprise. Said that out loud, didn't I? Nit that she looked offended or anything. After teasung her hard nipple bruefly, he released her breast and grabbed his shirt. It is hot in here, though, he agreed, pulling the oluve drab t-shirt over his head and tossing it to one side. Smooth muscle rolled under his dark skin, revealing a well-defined chest and stomach marked with several scars. Got the Purple Heart more than once, before I lost my foot, he explained, niting her expression. She looked upset, so he tugged her arm until she was sitting mire ir less upright. Naw, it ain't that bad. Not no more, anyway. Here... Taking her wrist gently, he placed her hand on his chest so that her fingers touched part of a long, thin scar that followed a rib. See? Happened two, three years ago. I'm fine, now. Well, fine except for the raging hard-on bound uncomfirtably in his jeans. It was the sort of thing a hot half-naked woman would do to a man, regardless of color. Especially if she was rubbing up against you and encouraging you to play with her bouncy tits. And damn if her hand didn't look good on him. Grinning as he remembered her earlier comment, he gently took her hand and slid it down iver his abs. Anything else you wanna touch?
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

May laughed heartily and shook her head when Jack realized that he had complimented her breasts aloud. It's all good man, she assured him, sliding her hand up to run through his military-cut hair. She took it as a compliment, after all. When he pulled his shirt off she let her hand slide from his head to his neck, then his chest, but pulled away sharply when she found dark, raised scars on his chest and stomach. Did they do that to you? she asked softly, frowning. It wasn't entirely clear to him who they were. Got the Purple Heart more than once, before I lost my foot, he explained. This didn't do much to alleviate her concern and May in fact looked more upset. She leaned in and pressed her lips softly to a long, livid scar that ran diagonally to his belly button. May's lip poked out in a deep, concerned frown and her eyebrows knit in consternation. Jack seemed to notice as he tugged her into a sitting position and she adjusted so they were shoulder to shoulder. He insisted that it wasn't that bad as he brought her hand to touch one long scar, that it was a long time ago and now he was fine. It should never have had to happen in the first place, she muttered stubbornly. Her fingers traced each scar gently and she leaned her head on his shoulder. The scars on her own shoulders and biceps seemed to tug as though her skin were tight, but she ignored it. Now wasn't the time for her woes this was Jack's time. He gently slid her hand over his abs and asked whether she wanted to touch anything else. May lifted her head from his shoulder and returned his grin. What, you mean like this? she asked with false innocence, tracing another scar. Oooor...this? Her fingers found another scar and walked down it to his waistline. Or this... she unbuttoned his pants. But that's just silly. Touching buttons is nothing special, is it Jack? She pulled his zipper down and reached into his pants to pull out his thick, throbbing shaft. What they said about black men was true then... Ooohhh, I see what you mean, she said seriously, then burst into giggles again. Who wouldn't wanna touch this? Slowly may pumped her hand up and down his erection, slightly mesmerized by the way it looked. She had had sex with people of color before, but mostly women and Jack was more darkly toned than most of the others. I like the way we look together, she murmured, turning her wide blue eyes up to meet his. We should have someone take a picture sometime.
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May played with his belly, tracing scars and stroking his skin, and he could very nearly have purred at her touch. Damn, girl, he groaned as she tugged at the buttons of his fly. You got good hands. Ooohhh, I see what you mean, she said seriously, voice all serious as the last button came undone and her hand wrapped around his thick cock. More giggles followed, and he'd have enjoyed them if he wasn't enjoying her stroking his dick more. Who wouldn't wanna touch this? Rather have you touching it, he groaned, sliding his hips forward a little so she could get to more of him. Then, confused at the way she stopped, he looked down at her. She was studying his length intently as she gripped it. I like the way we look together, she murmured, turning her wide blue eyes up to meet his. We should have someone take a picture sometime. Maybe we should make sure we look good together first, he said, mock seriously as he pulled her up. She left her hand on his dick as her soft breasts pillowed against his chest, and she tasted of weed as he kissed her. You know, multiple angles and all. You got a mirror? He kissed her again, cupping a pale breast with a dark hand. Cause I wanna fuck you bad, and I want both of us to watch when I do.
Thread: The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

May's thumb gently spread precum over Jack's tip as he suggested that they make sure they look good. Oh of course, she agreed, just as seriously. Wouldn't want someone wasting their film on all this miscegenation if it don't even look good. He leaned in to kiss her and something in her chest fluttered as her tongue flicked against his bottom lip. He suggested mirrors and she wiggled a little. Do I got mirrors, she scoffed. May stood and waited for him to follow, not letting go of his dick as she led him down the hall to her room. In May's room there was a 6x2 mirror mounted above her bed, and another standing mirror over by the door which she pulled to a better position. She looked proud of herself as she adjusted the mirror a few more inches to the left, then looked over at Jack. She unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled out of them, standing naked in front of him waiting for him to take her. This whatcha mean? she asked, stepping forward and reaching up to drape her arms over his shoulders. Gotta admit though...never fucked a brother before. I can take it rough but you wait for me to catch up okay?