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My story my rules don't like it that's cool you have an opinion but if you're going to flame me act like a grammer/writing bettering adult not a keyboard warrior. Kaoru is 17 Kenshin is 28. Enjoy peeps!
Rated M+ For language, nudity, sexual content, and anything else that offends people nowadays.
The mans' directions were as bad as his food.
Battousai gripped the reigns tighter hunching down into his fur, pulling the grey scarf material further over his nose swallowed the bile and forced his stomach to keep the reaction to the inn masters pathetic excuse as supper at bay. The legendary Battousai was rarely ill and now wasn't the time for his belly to render weak.
The condition of the weather couldn't be anymore worse than it already was. The wind whipped pelting of sleet he'd endured had changed into a thick falling curtain of white, blanketing everything making the path to his destination even harder to find than before.
He couldn't be ill. Falling from his dark eyed stallion would be carving out his own grave.
Battousai shivered. Buried deep within layers of rough cloth, metal and furs he still shivered. By far this was the coldest winter Japan had received in a long time.
This was stupid. Worse than stupid. The entire venture was beginning to feel that way. What betrothed wanted a man who showed up unwilling, unheralded, ill and fainting away slowly of weakness as exhaustion overtook? Certainly not the one his sensei had ordered him to go to. He didn't really want her either. No one wanted the daughter of Kamiya estate, the land surrounding the sakura temple or even the length of seacoast the family possessed. The woman was still untouched at a ripe age of seventeen because the men her father had tried to pair her with never stuck around always ending any claim with her she obviously wasn't interested in marriage. He wasn't interested in anything about her. Word throughout the south end of Japan was of the many men left cut and bleeding by just a touch of the sharpness of her tongue.
Battousai shivered again. Snow hit his face hard and fast only to drip from his nose then melt on his upper lip. Blinking rapidly amber eyes sought out a non existent path courtesy of all the glorious snow.
There was nothing he really could do, he had sworn by his very life essence loyalty to the only man he had ever knew as a young child. If his sensei willed it the great Battousai seen it fulfilled to the best of his ability. Even if the order was to marry some silly slip of a girl.
He could reach Kamiya, wed the harpy and then flee… or he could waste more time meandering the countryside out in a winter storm while his nameless horse plodded begrudgingly through the ice crusted drifts as he got weaker. He couldn't decide which was work or better.
A glimmer of light touched the frost hovering in front of his face turning the crystals fire colors of red, orange and yellow. Battousai blinked and shook long red locks out of his line of vision. There hadn't been a sign of humanity since he'd left the inn at first light.
The glimmer of light came again a few moments later as he rode closer, tormenting and teasing and making the battle-hardened assassin catch his breath with the hope of actually finding shelter.
Upon seeing the light again the nameless grey horse decided it really did mean warmth and possibly food because he'd struggled to the end of the snow covered stone fencing rounding it sharply skimming a flank on the rock. Battousai forced himself to remain conscious. Light meant people. People meant life. As much as he'd cursed the kami claiming to want death rather than the hell his master was committing him to it was a lie. He preferred not to die of freezing.
The horse stopped huffing a few times turning his head to see what further demands his rider was waiting for. He let go of the reigns shifting his weight preparing to dismount. All that happened was his entire snow covered being of weight hovered for a moment in decisive glory before toppling into a heap at ash coloured thick legs.
At least the landing was soft. What lovely strong legs his horse had.
The red haired assassin surprised himself by getting to his feet almost the moment the snow beneath him started to melt. Then he was stumbling with a curse into the solid wood of a door. That hurt. The door had to have a handle, all doors had a handle or notch or something. Battousai backed up two steps sucked in as much icy air as he could handle without having it burn a hole right through his chest and rammed at the door.
The reason it hadn't a handle was that it wasn't a door at all merely a large piece or wall broken off kami knows where during the dwellings early abandonment. The makeshift door was propped up just so to deny the elements entry, and now it was currently landing with a lot of noise, dust and ceremony into what used to be a common room of sorts.
Battousai shook his head slightly at the result of his forced entry watching the room reel he gulped back the inn masters' fare yet again.
A gasp came from the other end of the room and Battousai forced himself to look up, bringing his hands up he attempted the motion so as not to lose his footing. It wasn't easy. His entire body was finding it difficult to maintain balance. His head was hammering in time to his pulse. He must have been poisoned, it was the only explanation.
It was an angel. It had to be. He must have crossed the bridge into the spirit world for all pain and feeling skittered away.
The young girl looked across the room at him her face heaven her midnight blue hair was of a length that would cascade down to her shapely waist, if it wasn't pleated into a plump braid. She had the most luscious lips he'd ever seen and her eyes! Oh kami were they a vibrant cerulean. An exotic color in the Japanese but set in her face they were most natural and compelling he felt drawn to the ocean-deep orbs of hers, this beautiful stranger.
Then she opened her mouth to start such a screeching noise he crawled back horrified at the onslaught of it. She was calling out words of disdain filling the small room with a description of him that would have insulted the lowest village resident. Battousai's mouth shut. His angel wasn't even an angel after all. She was more of a crude banshee than anything. He didn't need this screaming and complaining his head hurt like hell.
A bitch of a headache was sure to come later.
If he lived though the potential poisoning ordeal. His vision was beginning to fuzz and blur.
"Well?"
She was asking him something….
At least she stopped her tirade long enough to ask it. Trying in vain to make his too dry throat answer her he glared over at her.
"Are you going to come in out of the storm or are you going to stand there like a baka? Well?" Her voice was rising again. Battousai hunched his shoulders up as if to ward off her verbal attack. Struggling a bit he stood almost tall. He couldn't think clearly. Damn woman! And then he fell full out on what had once been her door, right on his face. He only wished he'd reached unconsciousness before the pain exploded through his face hammering pins through frozen sensors bloodying his nose.
At least it wasn't a wild beast. Kaoru's heart took its own sweet time to calm. She had thought it was robbers or worse her father but now glancing down to the heap of fur and unruly crimson hair she knew he was clearly no threat. The man certainly wasn't going to pop up anytime soon and fix her door, she was just going to have to do it by herself. It was futile to waste her further breath on an unconscious man and her voice had already cracked more than once at the strain. If she didn't roll him off her door she would be in danger of catching further sickness.
By kami! Men were such useless, tedious, whining creatures. Kamis' curse to womankind.
Ignoring the cold wind and gusts of snowflakes Kaoru reached out nudging her guest with a toe watching as the moisture he was saturated with darkened the tip of her black tabi. Grinding her teeth at the thought of touching such a wet form she knelt to shove him off the wood. Frowning she went to her haunches again, leaned foreword, and shoved harder. This time he did roll straight in the direction of her ground-level fire. Perfect.
Springing up she wiped her wet hands on the bottom of her plain blue kimono and lifted the door. Placing it back into place she shook her bangs of snowflakes spying a tall grey horse drifting about the white landscape. There were many places the mans' horse could find refuge from the snow so Kaoru didn't bother worrying about the horse. Shed take off the saddle and bridle in the morning when the blizzard let up a bit. Kaoru promised him that if there were oats to be found, shed find them and warm them for him.
Crouching she packed handfuls of snow along the sides and bottom of the makeshift door to prevent any drafts from the bitter wind making a weather proof seal. She sighed avoiding the soggy heap on her floor walking over to the remains of her fire. Picking up a chunk of log she added it to the top blowing gently sparks slowly licking the bark igniting the wood to warm to space. Kaoru gave a glance to the slumbering lump.
Shuffling over to the shoji on the opposite side of the room acting as a window she slid it open on its rotted track just enough to stick her arm out to scoop up a large enough of snow. Bringing it back to a small open kettle she deposited it into the metal interior. Dragging the iron stand over the flames the kettle was placed over the hook. Disappearing to her left where cupboards sat against the wall she came back to the fire moments later with a dish of miso paste and some finely cut vegetables shed portioned a day earlier. She would make the man soup unfortunately there was no rice left. She had forgotten to pass by the market upon coming. Tomorrow, she could go tomorrow. Surely the snow would let up enough. Maybe she could take the mans horse.
Soft snoring and heavy breath caught her attention for a moment. She couldn't just leave him there, could she? She pursed her lips. No. He'd freeze to death by her fire then she'd have to deal with a rotting corpse.
He was lying on his side the fur and gi had parted some in his struggled tumble allowing her to see a good portion of what it had been hiding. Though he sported a split lip and bloody nose he was for the most part unmarred with the exception of a cross shaped scar spread across his left cheek. Even with such damage he had the most handsome male face she had ever seen or believed existed.
Kaoru turned, gulped, and removed the kettle from the fire stirring it thoughtfully.
Sliding to the tatami after many minutes Kaoru took a deep breath and scooted closer. It was a good thing he had landed on his face that way the blood from his nose wouldn't have choked him. Even with the semi dried liquid and his nose a slightly redder shade than the rest of his sculpted yet feminine jaw, he was still breath stealing.
Glancing briefly over to a small pot she debated heating more water up in order to wash him off. It was probably more important to get his wet clothing off first.
Untying the bulk of smelly fur Kaoru peeled it off of his form with unnatural ease. He had several layers of cloth around him it had muted much of his form, which as she kept pulling and removing she revealed a far from feminine body to her blue eyes. He was formed well. And muscled. And it all felt strange beneath her fingers. He was also a lot warmer than he was supposed to be. Most likely he had a fever or was ill of some sort or another.
Unclasping the metal chest guard Kaorus' eyes were drawn down the slight dent just above where his hip would be. Upon closer inspection a scrape dotted with blood perhaps from when he had used himself as a battering ram against her door. Kaoru was no doctor but this man needed medical help it wasn't life threatening but infection could still set in. should she go get Megumi? No. if she did that her father would surely catch her, bring her home, punish her then fling her into the arms of her betrothed. And she really really didn't want that.
Marriage to Hiko Seijuro's pupil was not what she wanted. Stories were told on the Kamiya grounds that the pupil, her betrothed was a devil of a man. One known as Battousai legendary killer of hundreds of men. Ruthlessly slaughtering all who opposed the Japanese government. Battousai had a merciless nature cruel and unforgiving, hands painted permanently in blood.
How in the second level of hell could her father agree to a union with such a monster? The promise of power, glory and wealth had swayed her father. She would want for nothing but at what price?
Poor young daughter of Kamiya the maids all cooed. She is to go hand in hand with japans' bloodiest assassin.
Shimmying the metal from his torso she sighed, she'd need warm water and something to bandage the wound with as to keep infection at bay. Wiping her brow with the back of her wrist Kaoru lifted herself from her unwanted house guest in order to search for something medicinal and a cloth.
Kaoru looked over to the cause of her anxiety. Watched the bared chest rise and fall with uninterrupted fevered sleep, and almost felt satisfied. She'd nursed the mysterious man through his illness for two days now. She even prepared warm tea for him when he would wake only for minutes at a time and slowly slipped the drink past his lips. He gagged and spat the liquid out the first few times she had fed it to him but now he took what she offered with ease.
Her charge had a very smart horse. Kaoru found the beast in a storage shed days ago where it had obviously sheltered itself while the blizzard tore through the area. Once she had relieved the horse of all its' tack her thanks came in the shape of a small sack which the horse had split open and kicked to the side as it backed away from her outstretched hand, unsure of her friendly action.
Rice slowly trickled onto the ground of the rotting wood and she thanked the beast of burden for such a gift. Kaoru went so far as to place a kiss on its velvet nose once it calmed down from her advance. A promise of warmed rice was made to offer the wonderful horse and its blessed finding.
Holy hell! Did his head hurt! Battousai rolled to his back lifted both thighs and grimaced at the pain shooting out in all directions centered at his left hip and nose. His breathing laboured Battousai laid still as a stone willing the thrumming to weaken.
Where was he?
Amber eyes darted this way and that trying to recognize where he was. There! Now he remembered. He had taken ill and forced his way into this little hovel. A pale face and bright eyes swam in front of his hazy mind. The girl. Screaming. Concern. Black. He must have passed out. The harpy must have nursed his small wound he had gotten from the rough wood of the door that he broke down, cloth was bound over his hips and stomach spotted red .
So she was a generous one. The little onna could have just let him die all over the entryway, blood would have eventually seeped through his wound to make a nice tidy puddle on the tatami. And then it hit Battousai. He owed her. He could just as well kill her but she was pretty and he was taught, a life for a life. The great Battousai never had a need to carry out that philosophy until now. Very pretty and loud. He couldn't kill the girl, could he?
He could.
But he wouldn't.
No she was too damned pretty. She might just have her uses yet.
Huffing Battousai made to slowly sit up but the pain caused him to yelp out in agony. His nose was surely broken and his neck was out of place not to mention his back was sore from the hard floor he lay on. Cursing loudly his vision wavered as he slipped into unconsciousness, dropping back down to the tatami floor.
Upon hearing her charges' yell Kaoru dropped the kimono she had been about to tuck away and hurried into the main room. Frowning she shook her head at the sight. He was lying on his back slightly twisted completely non-aware the blankets messy state was the only proof that she did not imagine the mans' cry.
The next thing Battousai remembered was warmth, body warmth. The girl was close to him hovering over his form. A slight frown creased his brow but he didn't open his eyes to verify. Her smell was positively driving him over the edge. Desire was rolling in like thunder clouds.
Hot. Heavy. Dark.
He was doing his best to keep from lunging for her.
Then she was tapping her fingertips against his cheek, the unscarred one increasing the tempo until he had no choice. Battousai cracked open both eyes just a bit enough to see her.
Up close she was even more beautiful all soft curves and loveliness set off by the halo cloud of blue-black hair. Her eyes were once again the curious shade of navy that he secretly loves. She possessed a small nose, long dark lashes and a perfectly kissable mouth. Her bottom lip was drawn just barely inward as she worried the flesh with tiny teeth.
Battousai groaned deep in his throat and shot up for her abused lip. He was kissing her like it were his last moments on earth, plying her lips with his own caressing soft skin bruising pink lips.
She was fighting then. As frail as she was? Battousai chuckled at her efforts, the motion giving her a bit of space between their mouths. Pushing at his chest she tried to escape his embrace but he took the blue-eyed woman's' mouth again crushing her lips with his own. Suddenly Battousai was pulling back with a roar of pain. The little bitch had bit his already split lip chapped from the cold.
He had her quickly on her back both arms at the sides of her while his large calloused hands held her in place so he could glare down at her. Fire colliding with water. He was breathing hard the motion pushing his chest into hers. She wasn't far behind him. Her own laboured breathing showed that she wasn't cowed at all. Far from it.
Anger kindled within her ocean eyes.
"Perhaps you prefer to be manhandled?" He asked in a voice smooth as glass and as dark as the night.
Battousai bent his head, lowering it to her collarbone nuzzling with his chilly nose along the soft flesh there. He felt the instant reaction as she went sword stiff in his arms but he continued on. Opening his mouth he ran his tongue along her neck to her shoulder tasting sweet young flesh, and then he felt the tremors her entire body was suffering to such an extent it moved his own body with the force of it.
The red head lifted his face angular jaw firmly set. She was crying silently. Fat drops of salt water coated her lashes falling across her cheeks.
"Damn it!" Battousai ground out more curses in his mind. Why did women always cry? He had never taken a woman by force before and he wasn't about to start now. His desire withered and died as her tears fell thick.
"Kenshin."
He offered the name when it looked like she was about spent with her emotion and was down to little jerks of breath. She didn't look like the type used to crying. And then he was shaking his head at that observation. She was a woman. Woman cried at the most opportune time, for them.
Battousai cocked his head to the side again and waited for her to calm.
"My name is Kenshin." He tried again. She whispered something that started with a k sound, he bent his head closer. "What?"
"Kao…" Her name had two syllables, if the effort she was making was any indication.
"Your name is Kao… what?" He prodded gently.
"ru" She replied.
"Kaoru?"
She nodded then opened her eyes to gaze into his golden ones.
Battousai had to look away. She had riveting eyes, meant for staring into and getting lost. That would be another mistake in an evening full of them. "I have you to thank for my continued health Kaoru?" The red head man asked.
She nodded again.
"I thank you Kaoru, if there is anything I can do to repay you…" He trailed lowering his voice to say the words ending on a whisper of sound. Battousai sucked in a breath to withstand the assault of her entire body on his and looked down at her through lazy half-lidded eyes alight with the film of want. Battousai watched as a spasm ran along her body and transferred directly into his. She licked her lips. He had to force himself not to react, but it was taking everything he had not to. Battousai had to tense every muscle he owned in hopes she didn't guess at the why.
"And if I lift from you, Im concerned that you'll escape me." Kaoru huffed in disgust at what had to be his stupidity. "You would not escape me?" He asked, his voice filled with deeper darker tones.
"We are weathered in."
Battousai lowered his head a bit, sent his stare to her gaping cleavage exposed with the mild struggle, where it was pressed against him and then he moved off of her tiny form. "At least I am confined in an abandoned hovel with a well-graced woman."
She gasped blue eyes enlarging as white slender hands struck out to grasp her open kimono, untucked quite wonderfully. Her mouth was open to the same extent as her eyes. Battousai look down at all of it and cursed whoever had made such a tempting little spitfire.
Pounding woke her. Steady, heavy, pounding…dragging her pulse into rhythm with it as it carried across the packed earthen floor seeking out where she was snuggled in all warm and comfortable on an old futon. A solid thud sounded next: another, and then she knew what it was.
Kaoru's eyes flew open. The red haired man was breaking their door seal! He was exhibiting every bit of male insensitivity and lack of ingenuity. If he broke the seal he was going to flood the small space with ice and snow. And worse! The couldn't keep the two room hovel warm enough with the amount of firewood they had so the ice seal was a necessity. She opened her moth to start yelling. All that happened was a pinched off siren wail followed by a bit of choking as she grabbed her own throat to halt the pain. Shed just started getting her voice back too.
Imbecile! Baka! Fool!
None of her mouth words made sound but he had stopped his assault on the makeshift door. He swivelled around to glare at her with dark gold eyes and a snarl on his handsome face. Then he had taken off pounding with his fists against the wood so he could ram a shoulder into it.
"No!" The struggled protest didn't make a dent in the situation, but she was on her feet and in front of him and using her body to block his next efforts.
"I cannot get the door to open." He told her fiercely. "Come, help me Kaoru,"
Kaoru blinked to give herself time and attempt to find her wits. It didn't work. He didn't look remotely invalid. Anywhere. "It's sealed." She whispered, it didn't hurt when she did, and tried to show him. Battousai's eyes followed her beautiful finger to where it was pointed his efforts had produced cracks in the ice but it hadn't gone beyond that. She was probably in luck that he hadn't found a hand axe.
"You sealed it with ice? Why would you do such a thing?" Anger coloured his features now.
Kaoru refused to look up into his golden eyes. "Packed snow…melts." Was her timid reply.
Battousai whistled low. Kaoru pinked at what sounded like praise. Then he put both hands on her waist easily lifting her fully from the tatami in order to put her to one side, proving he wasn't in need of any help or as weak as he looked. "Then it can melt again." The assassin reasoned.
"There is too much!" Gushing the words with the volume she attempted it hurt her throat. Kaoru narrowed her eyes at him.
" Where?"
"Top." Kaoru pointed. It was easier.
"You did this?" He asked. She nodded proudly. "At least you know a good way to trap a man Kaoru."
Kaoru's mouth dropped. How dare he. What a rude assuming red-headed baka he was. She watched in horror as he gave the wood door another blow that should have split the center of it. Men! As Battousai sucked in another breath to ready himself Kaoru reached out and wrapped both hands around an arm, clinging to it before he rushed at the door again. "You'll break…seal." She whispered, the words sounding every bit of how they were scratching at her throat making her wince.
Battousai turned a steely stare at her. "That's my intent." He deadpanned.
She shook her pretty head vigorously.
"Why? I feel the need to relieve myself and I need to see to my horse." He was standing and looking down at her, as if he had nothing better to do than consider the reasons behind not letting him break through their door.
"Your horse is fine." She managed weakly.
Battousai cocked one crimson eyebrow. Now that she was being given the full assault of his handsomeness, she could tell he really did have devil-dark eyes, of a deep gold. Almost like lava. Bottomless and heated. Everything she was arguing about went right out of her head. " It's a normal condition, relieving oneself, I assure you."
Kaoru reddened with a blush. She could actually feel it happening and how heated it made the skin attaching her hair to her forehead feel. She forced her eyes away and stepped back, uncurling her fingers from where they'd been wrapped about his upper arm. Then she turned pointing to a sliding window not trusting her voice.
"You access through the window?" She nodded. Battousai was impressed, the girl had beauty and brains. "That's very bright of you." He praised.
Kaoru trained her stare at his nose, anything but his eyes. She didn't quite feel ready to meet molten lava just yes. She needed a bit more preparation.
The red head let out a sigh. The heavy haori he wore rose and fell with the force of it, then he pivoted toward the window. "Well I'll have a try at it then if that's the only way of getting in and out." Crossing the room swiftly Battousai pulled a heavy drape aside with such force that her teeth knocked against each other. Then he slid the window open allowing an arctic swirl of cold air in making her shiver to her toes.
He turned and shimmied his upper half up and out then dragged the rest of him to follow. Kaoru couldn't help the quick intake of breath. His frame was taking up the entire width and height of the space as he stopped to pinpoint her with brilliantly bright eyes. "Deny me entrance and I will break down more of your make shift doors." And then he disappeared from view soon to be followed by a litany of cursing. Bright, colourful words that would most definitely not make his sensei proud.
Battousai didn't waste any time returning to the hovel, it was hair snapping cold. The air was brisk, full of frost crystals that coated first then chilled next. As he wadded through the drifts his mind took a turn towards his nursemaid and roommate. She was obviously not a poor peasant.
Not only was she unknowingly ready and willing and when healed probably extremely able to use her voice to berate a man, but she had no skills about a cook fire. Admittedly not signs of a poor peasant. Her culinary talent was no better labelled than swill. Her pale blue kimono was incredibly thick and made of soft cotton not the rough material he was used to seeing on other women. Her skin shone fair and her hands well manicured but used not stained dirty from long work in the rice fields, she carried herself tall and proud with a sure step and chin tilted high.
So…she wasn't a poor farmers daughter, she could cook and she wasn't a very good horsewoman as she had a refined way of speaking she was obviously a noblewoman. And that meant he couldn't do what his body was demanding. That kind he had to leave untouched.
It wouldn't do good to mar his sensei's honour. The whole situation was incredibly hard. Even when she was raging at him she was arousing him.
How was such a thing possible? He only hoped his suspicions might have truth to it and that the virago he was sharing a dwelling with might actually be the horrid heiress of Kamiya. At least she wasn't ugly. But if that were true, they were really damned. He didn't have much that would keep him from claiming his bride to be well before he gave his vows.
Battousai's heart was hammering fully before he reached the hovel and started edging his way along the sides to the window again. He found the access window and positioned himself in the solidity of the crusted drift and pushed. It moved if anything a little for ice had made its own secured lock. Sighing Battousai took a step back in order to ram his left shoulder into the edge of the sliding window. At least the young thing didn't bar the screen against him.
The moment he connected with the slowly rotted wood a shift and quite rumble could be heard ringing off of the perfect clear white snow. Battousai looked up at the noise, which put him in the perfect position to receive the entire head and body covering that he got as it dumped on top of him from the roof.
"Fuck! Ahhh!" The red head had to spit out snow in order to make the angry words. Ignoring the burn of the instant freeze snowmelt slid beneath his dark hakama soaking him quite thoroughly. Needing to blame someone for his misfortune and tired of the windows' resistance Battousai growled. It was a low guttural sound much like a threatened animal would produce. He felt little and he hated it.
Wrapping both callused hands around the roof joist he proceeded to bust his feet through the obstruction called a sliding window. The force of it sent the wood off it's track while popping open. Scurrying in Battousai righted the frozen wood back into it's track then stood to face the harpy. Ignoring her he cursed at his own misfortune and wet state while heaving a heavy looking saddlebag to the floor ripping off the weighty haori he silently fumed.
Shivering violently Battousai hastily removed the gi to let it join it's soggy mate. The harpy, she was going to drive him insane before the morning had a chance to rise. He needed an outlet for all his frustrations.
The fever must not have left him completely. It felt like his nerves were sitting on a futon made of nails. His bad luck lately was making him irate.
"Ken…" Her scratchy voice called out to him as she reached out a hand to hesitantly touch his shoulder.
The heavy breath at her ear was all the warning she received before Kaoru was swivelled and held against snow chilled flesh. If he thought that was going to get him anywhere he was very much mistaken. She started struggling but all she had gained from it was arms the texture of iron bars more firmly placed around her, crushing her to his wet form. His feverish mind too far gone in sexual longing shut down it's rational side. "You will not deny me this time. No more tears." His words ghosted across her pink cheek.
"No!" She was screeching it, it sounded like the clang of metal hitting metal.
Suddenly his lips came crashing down upon hers; hard, heated, hot lips right against hers moulding and lightly sucking. Wide blue eyes soon slid closed in the sheer wonderment of such an intimate act. There was only this emotion this feeling this amazement. She was riding a cloud. He turned his head further taking hers with it toying with her lips pulling them awry the slightest bit so he could taste her better. He caught her gasp in his mouth and Kaoru's entire world felt like it rolled as he held her, sucked on her and made everything spin. She ceased to think or breath.
Kaoru felt branded as he slid his fingers inside the part of her kimono grazing the hollow of her collarbone before grasping a breast fully in his palm. She moaned gaining herself more of his mouth with the motion. Backing the blue-eyed harpy up against the wall he lifted her into place so he could angle his groin more fully into her. His hand squeezed her gently as he flicked a thumb against a dusky peak once…again…then he was rotating it with his fingers sending fire everywhere he touched.
Kaoru shuddered. She melted. She crooned with what sound she had and then she exploded. Ecstasy such as she'd never known flooded her. She didn't even realize shed moved her legs, wantonly straddling his hips so she could press herself closer to him and the ache that was burning low inside her body. The ache formed into an unknown emotion that crested then slowly faded leaving nothing in it's wake but bliss. And that was followed almost immediately by a horrid mixture of shame and confusion and abject fear. Kaorus' eyes were wide she felt dazed and disoriented but in a most pleasant way.
The most horrible thing was happening and she couldn't do anything to stop it. Tears were coming. There wasn't anything she could so and what was worse a man was going to be the witness to it again. She turned her head to the side slamming her shame filled eyes and shook with restraining the emotions.
"Your shivering, let me shut the screen." The red heads' baritone filled with concern for her mistaking her trembling for fear of tears with cold. He was moving his chest and he released the breast he'd held so fondly so he could move the arm behind him to unlatch her still locked ankles. Gripping her small waist Battousai encouraged her to slide down onto the cool floor chilled by the open window.
The man was moving sideways taking her with him, rolling that part of him against her as he did so. Kaoru wondered if he knew how enticing and sensual it felt, instinctively she knew he did. That was why the samurai was taking such small steps and swivelling his narrow hips as he did so. He knew. He just didn't know how far he'd rocked her world with the feeling he'd aroused.
"I I'm…c…coolddd." She chattered. The complaint didn't make much sound but the intent of it wasn't lost on him.
Pressing more body weight into her to cover more skin on skin contact he tried to shove the wood frame closed but it stubbornly had other ideas. Kaoru dropped from her tiptoes to the tatami floor and shimmied to one side escaping the warmth of the man not much taller than herself. Her knees were knocking and everything was very cold, moving over to where a discarded blanket lay she cocooned herself burying in it's scratchy warmth.
"Why does the screen not stay shut?" Battousai seethed in frustration seeing the wind rattle and move the screen about in it's track chilling the interior at a rapid pace.
Grabbing at the stick right behind him on the dirty floor she stood upright holding the stick out to him, tapping his arm to gain the desired attention he wrenched his head over to glare at her. He must be having one hell of a time puzzling on how to secure the window. She almost giggled. Impatient man.
"Yes." He hissed.
Kaoru lifted the stick waved it in front of his handsome face and waited. Suddenly his mood lightened and he looked down at her. "Not only are you pretty but you are resourceful." He praised
Kaoru nodded vigorously over his insightfulness after he patted her obsidian covered head.