Kaoru sat in a dark room sprawled out on her sloppily made bed with a pair of sunglasses on looking out the wide open window at nothing in particular. Opened and half closed suitcases were on the floor and not yet bursting at the seems. Her laptop bag sat by the door half filled with the necessities. Another bag filled with the heavy books that would have tipped the scale far too early for the big bags was leaning against the opposite wall. She was wearing one of my over sized shirts, just coming to her mid thigh and with the first two buttons undone it had a dangerous plunge that hinted at which purple bra she was wearing.
She turned her head to me, the sunglasses hiding her eyes, and gave one of her classic smiles. I sighed and leaned against the door frame, a smile creeping onto my own face. "Je suis cool." Was all she said before she turned her head to look back out the window. I chuckled, only my girlfriend could say something like that, while looking like that, and get away with it.
I climbed over the end of her bed and lay my head down on her thighs; her hands were almost immediately in my bangs stroking them softly. Getting ready to go back to college was always an experience. I'd be getting my masters this year, two actually as it so happened, and she would be returning for her sophomore year as an undergrad. While we weren't at the same school they were close enough that we had been able to find an apartment in between the two that we could live in.
Kaoru was taking more language courses than I could count and acing them all. She had a knack for them and I teased her about her brain being a sponge. She would laugh at that and agree wholeheartedly. Having a linguistics major as a girlfriend made things rather interesting, on more than one occasion when I'd interrupted a study session she'd began to give me a piece of her mind in more than one language, and none that I understood. It was fairly frequent that she would respond to one of my questions in another language without realizing it. I'd laugh, poke her and ask for English please.
One of my favorite things though was to listen to her murmur to me at night after I'd woken in a cold sweat from a nightmare. She would sing lullabies under her breath and anything that I had been afraid off was gone. We would joke the next morning about it and she would tell me what she was really saying and other times she wouldn't because I already knew what she meant without words.
I had been in a naval academy when the war started; I was shipped off and given a sniper rifle that I handled until the war ended. I received and honorable discharge and with the money I had made was able to finish college and enroll in an international relations program. I'd like to try and stop wars before they happen now that I've been in one and had to take lives. I'm older that most of the other graduate students but no one gives me any crap about it, more because I don't look as old as I am and I look so feminine. While I tease Kaoru about her languages, she teases me about my hair.
"Kenshin ça va?" French is Kaoru's favorite and she's almost fluent, she claims she isn't but she's modest. Because of how often she uses it with me I've picked up the basics and I'm able to understand her, but I always respond in English.
"Fine, tired." As if that wasn't already conveyed in the fact that I was half asleep using her as a pillow. I snuggled into her a little closer wrapping my arms around her.
"J'ai peur." I snapped awake.
"What are you afraid of?" I looked up at her, there were tears sliding down from the sunglasses. Sitting up I took the sunglasses from her face. Kaoru's eyes are gorgeous, such a deep blue, but when she cries, I hate to admit it but, they're even more beautiful. The blue becomes almost black and they're so clear. I can't stand to watch her cry but more often than not she's crying because she's happy, I don't mind that so much and I don't feel guilty for thinking that her eyes are at their best with tears. "Kaoru?" These were not the happy tears that I like, she was distraught.
I should have known, she only steals my clothing without telling me when she's upset. Leaning in I whispered her name again almost against her lips but instead of telling me what's wrong she lunged forward with her arms around my neck sobbing into my chest. Her sudden movement and my already precarious position by the edge of the bed sent us both flat to the floor amid the suitcases, loose books and clothing. Kaoru barely seemed to notice as the air was knocked from my lungs; this upset me more than falling off the bed. What was so wrong that she wouldn't even notice the change of scenery?
I soothed my hands up and down her back, taking my time to work the kinks out of her shoulders and murmuring reassurances into her ear. She still didn't say anything. Her father was down the street at a friend's house and I had simply come over to hang out and help her pack. I started running through possible scenarios trying desperately to figure out what had her so upset but all sense left my head when she kissed me.
Normally I was the one to start things like this between us and Kaoru either cooperated or teased until I pinned her to the nearest solid object and ravished her. It was a game we played. For her to start a kiss was not unheard of but one this passionate blew my mind. My shirt was gone apparently as I felt her nails on my chest, and hers was completely unbuttoned. I didn't even have time to feel smug that I had guessed right on which purple bra she was wearing before it was gone as well.
I let her have complete control unsure that if I switched the tables it might set her off again. Or unleash a wrath that was rarely to be spoken of, I had seen it once when Sano forgot her birthday, Megumi was still giggling about it a week afterwards.
Kaoru had herself firmly planted on my hips straddling me as she lay across my chest to kiss and nip at my neck. I was left with little to do other than enjoy and run my hands up and down her sides worshipping her gentle curves and kneading her bottom. She however was not in the mood for foreplay. Women always claim that they're better at multitasking and right then I wasn't about to argue, for her to be able to undo my pants without looking and do that with her tongue at the same time! An involuntary hiss escaped my lips when she reached down and stroked me.
Pushing her panties to the side I gripped at her hips as she slowly slid herself down onto me, finally when she reached the base I threw my head back and groaned. Her hands curled into fists on my chest as she moaned my name. She lifted herself a few inches before dropping back down, spots dancing before my eyes with each movement she made. Well this certainly was new and very pleasant. Holding her hips a little tighter I helped her move in the rhythm we found. It was fast and hard and I couldn't help but meet her half way each time. As we reached our peaks the dots I had been seeing became blinding. I called her name as every muscle became tense and a silent scream raked her body before she collapsed to my chest.
As our hearts slowed and out breathing settles I held her close to me enjoying the scent of her hair and our sex. I lay butterfly kisses against her neck feeling her pulse flutter when I licked at the hollow of her throat. In respond Kaoru buried her nose deeper into my neck and her hands became even more tangled in my hair.
"A penny for your thoughts?" I asked quietly, I didn't want to ruin the moment but I was still worried as to why she had been crying and what brought this on. I mused as much to her and she began to giggle.
She propped herself up on her elbows on my chest, not entirely comfortable for me but she looked cute enough that I'd let it slide. "You know," she began, "I don't really remember." She looked out the window again as my mouth dropped open. She turned back to me and smiled. "Close your mouth darling you're catching flies." I promptly closed my mouth with an audible snap.
"PMS, it's a terrible thing." She nodded to herself, sat up and raised her arms above her head to stretch. It gave me a wonderful view of her breasts from below as her back cracked. "That it is." She tweaked my nose and made to move off of me. I was having none of it.
With firm hands around her waist I managed to growl out her name before rolling her so I was on top now. She was surprised about the turn of events and the little 'oh' of her mouth said as much. She must have caught the glint in my eye as she began to wiggle her way out from under me. I groaned and dropped a little more of my weight onto her letting her feel that her wiggling was having quite the opposite effect of what she wanted. She began to protest verbally as I kissed her collarbones and downward.
"Now Kenshin we just did this! No! Stop that! No, don't you do that, you know I can't stand—" Her own strangled moan cut her off. I smirked against the side of her breast. "Good grief you're awful." She ran a hand through her hair.
I chuckled against her throat before finding her lips. After another mind blowing kiss I managed to find enough of my voice to whisper against her lips "oh no dear, I think you'll find that I am very very good." The only response I got was a deep moan.