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Brazilian Passion	By : Shimabara Category: +S through Z > Tekken Views: 5988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Brazilian Passion Part 1
- 2-Brazilian Passion Part 2
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Brazilian Passion Part 1
The characters are not mine, they are Namco's
A look of stunned disbelief was on Christie Monteiro�s face as she opened the door to her Hotel Room.
Retrieving a complimentary bottle of water from the wooden desk, she sat down on the plush queen-size bed and greedily drank out of the bottle, finishing in one gulp. Christie sighed as she closed her eyes and began contemplating the fact that had become evident to her after she won the day�s match; a fact that had taken sometime to sink into her mind.
She was in the Final of the 4th King of Iron Fist Tournament.
As a Capoeira fighter, being a finalist in a Martial Arts Tournament was not entirely welcome. Personally, however, being a finalist in this tournament was about the last thing that she had wanted to do.
Christie sighed and walked to the bathroom to put the empty water bottle in the rubbish basket. She turned on the light and lazily flicked the bottle into its final resting place. She was about to turn around to leave the bathroom when she was confronted by her own reflection in the mirror.
A girl with a body to die for looked back at her with her piercing auburn eyes. She had a bronze-colored skin although her features were distinctly European, a genetic gift from her caucasian Grandfather which gave her a rather exotic look. She ruffled her gloved hands through her brown hair which reached down to between her shoulder blades.
Christie was not a narcissist; she was not one to get infatuated with herself although. There are others willing to do that for her, or rather, with her figure. At the present, she was wearing a green, short-sleeved Hawaiian shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned safe for an ornamental green butterfly. The shirt exposed her midriff, although people were more interested in looking at the sides of her generous breasts taking a peek from the shirt; no need for bras, hours of Capoeira training served to firm her globes.
She can feel the heat from the Japanese summer in the room as the air-conditioner had not taken the effect yet. Deciding to make herself comfortable, Christie took off her footwear, something that looked like the skeleton of a boot which reached to her shin. Her denim shorts soon followed, leaving her only in her shirt and a lace navy blue thong to adorn her beautiful ass.
Christie walked out of the bathroom, went to her duffel bag, took off her gloves and placed it in the main pocket. She immediately opened a side pocket and pulled out an old envelope which has already been opened. Similarly, she pulled out a letter.
Setting all the pillows up into one pile, Christie sat back and relaxed with her legs stretched out in front her. She unfolded the letter and began reading it; it was a short letter and one that she has read to many times.
Dear Christie,
By the time you read this, I would have already left for Japan. I know that I have made a promise to your grandfather in prison that I will take care of you, and I will. But at the moment, I really need to take care of some personal business.
Sincerely yours
Eddy Gordo
This was the real reason why she had gone to the tournament. Not to win it, but to look for Eddy. Nevertheless, she had to register for the tournament because she could not afford to pay for the plane ticket. With looks like hers, she could go through the low road, but Christie was above that.
She set the paper down and closed her eyes. She remembered how shocked she was when she first read the letter and how empty she felt when she had to train Capoeira by herself.
Before Eddy, Christie had not been interested in Capoeira. Her grandfather had tried to teach her his martial arts but had given up trying because she finds it to be boring. Eddy however, had made Capoeira interesting and soon Christie was learning the dance-like martial arts with relish. Soon enough, it was not just Capoeira which interested her but the person who taught it.
To Christie, there was more to Eddy than just a tall, dark, emotionless, but nonetheless Capoeira fighter. There is sensitivity, understanding, and patience behind the stoic exterior that everyone was accustomed to.
She had only known Eddy for less than two years, but she had developed a bond with him.
No, more than a bond.
Feelings.
Feelings that were revealed through the emptiness that she felt when she had to train by herself, feelings that were revealed by her desperation to look for him and feelings that she wants to express to him when she finds him.
Christie finds herself sliding her right hand up her luscious thighs, getting closer and closer to her thong-covered vagina.
This was one way that she had used to express her feelings for Eddy when she was by herself.
Unbuttoning her green Hawaiian shirt, Christie began using her left hand to massage her left breast while her right hand began its ministrations on her crotch. Her right forefinger teased her clit when it swelled up from arousal and formed a little bump in her thong. It traveled back and forth horizontally in the area around her love button, bumping over the sensitive area and driving herself wild.
�Aaah�, moaned Christie, her sounds of passion filling the room.
Her left thumb and forefinger began focusing its attention on her hardened left nipple, pinching it to her own squeals of pressure. Moisture began to seep through her thong, darkening the already dark navy blue. Her womanhood wanted attention and Christie was keen to deliver, but not before her brain played a fantasy.
There she was still lying down in the hotel room, shirts open with her globes exposed but her hands was to the side of her body. To her right side, lying on his side and propped up by his left elbow was Eddy. He still had the stoic look on his dark face, but his eyes had something different about it.
�You�re so beautiful�, Eddy said as he used his forefinger to trace around Christie�s face.
When the forefinger traced her lips, Christie took the opportunity to suck on it greedily.
�Let�s not get in front of ourselves here�, said Eddy again.
Eddy�s forefinger went down to her chin then to her neck and then to the valley of her breasts. Here Eddy�s lone finger did a figure eight around both of Christie�s breasts, teasing her as it came close to her hardened nipples. Finishing with the figure eight and arriving back at the valley, Eddy now guided his digit down to her stomach where it penetrated Christie�s belly button to which she squealed. Finally the finger went down over the waistband of the thong as Christie tensed up, it bumped over her clit before finally arriving at her center. The finger slightly pushed in as if asking for invitation.
�Are you sure about this, Christie?� asked Eddy.
�Please, Eddy�, replied Christie breathlessly whilst rocking her hip against his finger.
With the �permission� given in her mind, Christie pushed the soaked fabric of her thong to one side and plunged her middle finger into her vagina. Squelching from the love juices as it moved in and out.
�Ohh, Eddy, Ohh�, she moaned, still imagining that Eddy was fingering her.
Christie�s body writhed from the pleasure. Her unoccupied right hand fingers rubbed her vulvas, adding to the stimulation whilst her left hand continued on with her left breast. She then inserted her second finger whilst fantasizing about Eddy entering her and thrusting into her.
�Yess, Aaah, yesss, yess�, her moans increased as she felt the onset of an climax.
Finally, she felt her love box tightening around her finger whilst her hips began to wildly thrust upwards. With one final moan, the orgasm subsided as Christie�s body calmed down.
Christie looked up at the ceiling as her breathing calmed down, feeling sad that what just happened was not real.
�Where are you, Eddy?�
***
The crowd cheered wildly as Heihachi Mishima fell backwards one last time on the iron floor of the cage-surrounded ring.
�KO�, said the announcer.
Christie did not believe it. She had just won the King of Iron Fist Tournament after not even intending to win it in the first place. She looked around the arena at the audience who were cheering its heroine with a lot of fervor and zeal.
�Good job, girl�, growled Heihachi as he wiped his black gi down and stood back up on his feet.
Even though he seemed displeased, Heihachi ordered the cages to be lowered as members of the press began storming in with their microphones and cameras, eager to interview the Queen of the Iron Fist. With them, was a man who walked all alone by himself, Kazuya Mishima strided confidently to his defeated father.
�You can collect your reward at your leisure�, said Heihachi as he glared at Kazuya �I am sorry that I cannot stay with you, I have family matters to deal with.�
Heihachi walked towards Kazuya and the dysfunctional father and son began walking in the direction of Honmaru temple.
For her part, a whole mix of emotions went through Christie. One second she felt the happiness and euphoria that came with victory. The next she was brought back down by the conclusion that she has not yet found Eddy. The microphones were then shoved in his face as the reporters began asking questions.
From the middle of the crowd, Eddy Gordo watched the scene unfold in front of him.
He had followed Kazuya to the arena with nothing but vengeful intentions in his mind. The Final of the King of Iron Fist Tournament was of no concern to him, he was here to get even, not watch the spectacle. When Kazuya stopped to take his seat in the arena, Eddy waited. Stationing himself next to a snack bar and planning to make his move as soon as the fight was finished.
�Come on, Old Man, I had a lot of trouble when I was fighting you and that was when you were losing�, said Kazuya.
Looks like Heihachi�s in the final again, real surprise, thought Eddy to himself. Who�s his opponent, Jin Kazama? Why do people bother showing up if they can�t stop the family�s dominance of the tournament?
Boos chorused throughout the arena as it seemed Heihachi knocked his opponent down. He went to the perimeter of the cage closest to where Kazuya was sitting.
�You�re struggling old man�, said Kazuya.
�What is it that you want?� asked Heihachi.
�Jin Kazama�, replied Kazuya.
Before Heihachi could answer, he received a kick in the back and went into the cage.
�KO�, said the Announcer �Round 2, Fight!�
�I�ll deal with you, later�, said Heihachi.
�You have nothing to worry, Old Man, it�s only dancing�, replied Kazuya as he settled back in his seat with a sneer.
Eddy then took interest in Heihachi�s opponent. There was only one form of martial arts which could be mistaken for a dance. He looked at Heihachi�s opponent and noticed the Capoeira style used by Heihachi�s opponent. Eddy�s mind began to wander off at the person fighting Heihachi and began to watch and admire the way in which Capoeira techniques were executed.
Techniques which he remembered teaching Christie.
�Could it be?� he asked.
With a firm punch, Heihachi knocked his opponent down and just then the big screen showed a shot of Heihachi�s opponent, getting back to her feet.
There was Christie, wearing a purple bikini top with fake gems on it. Her upper arms were adorned by bands with what seemed to be red fur on it. By her standards, Christie was wearing something conservative. Instead of leg-exposing shorts, Christie chose to wear a gray glittery pants. It was not tight, but nonetheless still showed off her figures. There were gaps on the sides exposing some skin but they were somewhat hidden by the criss-cross of a purple string which went on to circle her waist and function as a belt.
Eddy now forgot about Kazuya and watched Christie wow the crowd with moves that she had learned from him. When Christie finally came out victorious, Eddy sighed with relief, never breaking the stoic expression on his face. The only sign of excitement from him was to get closer to the ring so that he can see her.
This was when he caught Christie�s eye.
�Eddy?� she asked, squinting to get a better look before joy overtook her �It is you!�
Christie ran through the crowd and jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a tight hug. Eddy smiled as he hugged her back and time seemed to have stood still. It did not matter that she won the Iron Fist Tournament and it did not matter that her hug was being watched by viewers around the world, she found Eddy and everything in the world was right again.
***
�So this is the room you got�, said Eddy as he walked into Christie�s room with his own suitcase.
�Why, what�s the matter?� asked Christie.
�You�d think they would get the winner of the Tournament a better room�, Eddy replied as he sat on the bed.
�I�d like to keep everything simple�, said Christie.
�Fair enough.�
Eddy reached for the remote and turned on the television. It was a Japanese news broadcast and Eddy did not have to know Japanese to know what the next news footage was about.
�You�re a superstar in Japan, Christie�, commented Eddy as Christie smiled at the compliment.
�Why?� asked Christie her face quickly turning serious �Because I won the tournament? I didn�t go in it because I wanted to win, you know.�
�You were following me�, said Eddy tersely.
�I was looking for you�, replied Christie, sitting down on the bed next to Eddy �What was it that you were doing in Japan?�
�I told you, it�s personal.�
�That you abandoned me? Left me with nothing but a letter?�
�I didn�t intend to leave that way�, replied Eddy sadly.
�I didn�t feel right training by myself�, said Christie looking at the floor in front of her.
Eddy felt a heavy sense of sorrow dawn on him when he saw Christie�s face. He too, had developed a bond with Christie. He had always been a person with a grim outlook on life. Sure, he was born to privilege, but a streak of bad luck had given him a life that no one would have.
That all changed when he started training Christie in Capoeira. The grim outlook slowly but surely went away as each training session went. Christie�s bubbly and cheerful personality was contagious that Eddy would break his stoic expression with a smile or two. It seemed as if he had a new lease on life when she was training Christie.
�I went to Japan for revenge�, he finally said.
Christie looked at Eddy and gave him her attention.
�Revenge�, Eddy repeated �That�s right. I told you how my father was murdered, right?�
�That�s right�, Christie replied.
�At the end of the last tournament, I found out who killed my father.�
�Who did it?�
�I did my research and visited someone connected with the Brazilian underworld. I beat the answer out of him and he showed me the pictures of the one who he said ordered for my father�s death�
�Who is it?� asked Christie.
�Kazuya Mishima�, spat Eddy �I started looking but of course, official records say that he was dead. So I did nothing but brood about it until your grandfather told me to train you.�
�But then I found out that he was going to the tournament�, said Eddy �So I went to Japan to hunt him down.�
�Wait a minute�, Christie said �I saw Kazuya at the arena.�
�I know�, Eddy replied �That was where I intended to kill him�
�But you didn�t.�
�I know.�
�But why?�
Eddy took a deep breath. For someone who does not show his emotions often, this was going to be hard. He had realized it for sometime now, but he doesn�t just have a bond with Christie, he has feelings for her.
�You�, Eddy finally said.
�Me?� asked Christie, not believing her ears.
�There I was at the arena, close enough to killing Kazuya�, replied Eddy with an expression of hatred before changing it to a calm expression �But then I saw you and realized that revenge was not worth it. If I killed him, I would be arrested by the authorities and be put into prison here. Which means I don�t get to spend time with you anymore.�
Christie then slid closer to Eddy and clasped his right hand in both of her hands. To her surprise, Eddy responded by grasping her hands tightly. Christie slowly laid her head on Eddy�s shoulder.
�That�s my story�, said Eddy �What�s yours? Why did you follow me?�
�I was worried about you�, replied Christie �I don�t know what told me to look for a way to go to Japan, but training without you, just didn�t feel right. Things just didn�t feel right when you were around.�
There was silence in the room and the only noise that could be heard was that of the Japanese Television broadcasting their news bulletin.
Eddy looked at the news in front of him; it was something about the Japanese Government having a hard time legislatively. He wanted to say something to Christie, to fully express her feelings but he just could not muster his strength.
For her part, Christie felt like a giddy schoolgirl with butterflies and all kinds of insects flying around her stomach. She just could not express how she truly feels about him. She came close, but she just can�t say it it.
But then again, she doesn�t have to say it.
Eddy�s shoulder felt relief when Christie lifted her head off while Eddy himself continued watching the television.
Suddenly, he felt gloved hands on his cheek turn his face around as Christie gave him a passionate kiss. Eddy was shocked, but felt a compulsion to respond as Christie placed her arms around Eddy and used her weight to push Eddy back down on the bed and get on top of him.
Eddy and Christie�s tongues began intermingling with each other. Christie felt out of this world as Eddy�s right hand traveled down the bare sides of her upper body to her waist while his left hand began to slowly untie the knot of her bikini top. Christie�s right hand then left Eddy�s neck as she guided his hand down the back of her pants. Christie made sure that Eddy knew she was wearing a thong bottom, she led Eddy�s hand to the fabric going between the butt cheeks before leading it to her right buttocks which he began squeezing.
Christie smiled into the kiss when she felt the bulge in Eddy�s pants began to get bigger after that action. Christie then used her right hand to begin rubbing Eddy�s hardening cock through his pants, causing Eddy to moan into the kiss.
Eddy rapidly lost himself in the moment, but as he did so, guilt struck through his mind. He could not continue with this. He had been trusted by Mr. Monteiro to take care of his granddaughter and train her in Capoeira. That was his duty. This on the other hand, was not.
�Stop it�, he said.
Christie ignored Eddy and began planting kisses on his neck.
�Christie, please�, said Eddy as he took his hands out of the back of Christie�s pants.
�What�s wrong, Eddy?� asked Christie.
�I can�t do this�
�What?�
�I�m suppose to train you in Capoeira, not have sex with you�, replied Eddy tersely.
�But��
�Please, I can�t�, said Eddy.
Christie got off of Eddy with a frustrated look on her face. They both sat at the edge of the bed, sharing an awkward moment. Christie finally stood up, took some clothing out of her duffel bag and went to the bathroom to change.
Eddy sighed heavily then went to his own briefcase and changed into a T-Shirt and some boxer shorts. He set some pillows down on the floor and was about to lay down when Christie walked out of the bathroom wearing a yellow tanktop and green cotton thong.
�What are you doing?� asked Christie.
�I�m sleeping on the floor�, replied Eddy.
�You know, we don�t have to �sleep together� to sleep together�, said Christie �Let�s be mature here.�
Eddy groaned. Not wanting to argue, he immediately set his pillows back on the bed and laid down facing away from Christie, not wishing to have anymore �awkward encounters� although he must admit that the tanktop really showcased her cleavage.
�Good night�, said Christie.
�Night�, Eddy responded.
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