SUMMONING BATTOUSAI
By MARSTANUKI
Standard Disclaimers Apply
WARNING: Major OOCness
(Un-Edited Version)
SUMMONING BATTOUSAI
CHAPTER 2:
Kaoru believe she came up with the only appropriate response. "Huh?"
Huh? Okay, that's not the reaction he was expecting.
He frowned at her. "I want to know how I can please you. Do I need to repeat myself or are you that slow?"
"What!" How insulting!
He grinned, dazzling her with his smile. "Look, woman. Let's speak frankly here. You have an itch you want scratched. Well, I'm the perfect one to do it. Unless, of course, you happen to be a lesbian."
For nearly a minute her vocal chords were in shock. "Whaaat?" she seemed to be stuck on that word.
How dare he! Her mouth tightened. Kaoru's gaze veered to the knife in the kitchen. With very little urging she'd cheerfully slit his throat.
"Now you listen to me!" she exclaimed. "If this isn't soap opera material, I don't know what is. Just for argument's sake, suppose you tell me the punch line."
"Punch line?"
"This is where you will say 'Surprise! You're on hidden camera!'"
"Huh?"
"This is all a joke, right?" Kaoru demanded.
Battousai regarded her balefully. In the past women had hung onto his words. This woman talked up a storm with no sign of quitting. "No, I'm dead serious."
Good riddance. This was happening so fast, too fast, and she didn't have time to digest it all.
She shook her head. In her wildest dreams Kaoru had never expected to hear such a proposal.
"Listen here, buddy, I'm not the wham, bam, thank you, ma'am type."
"You don't seem like the tea ceremony type, either," he countered. All the women he encountered wanted to get in his hakama, literally. But this woman is different, unless………
"I have to know, are you a man disguise as a woman?"
She splayed her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Do I look like one?"
"Is that a trick question?" he challenged her, crossing his arms.
"I'm a born-again virgin," she said proudly.
Battousai looked at her skeptically. "You're a virgin? How old are you, anyway?"
"23."
"23 and still a virgin!" Battousai said incredulously. "Now, there's really something wrong with you." He gave her a faintly pitying look.
Eyes narrowing in annoyance, Kaoru gave her head a sassy toss, sending a river of black silk tumbling over her shoulder. "I believe in self-preservation. I believe in the sanctity of marriage and the sacredness of sex."
Battousai arched a brow. "Or maybe nobody took up your offer, hmmm."
Kaoru flinched as if he'd reached out and cut her. "You bastard," she whispered, raw fury seeping through her like blood from the wound. This was a sucker punch below the belt. Everybody knows she'll never just drop her panties for anything with testosterone. But that doesn't mean she's undesirable.
Battousai gave a throaty chuckle. "Aw come on, where's your sense of humor?"
"Virgins don't have one. We just walk around thinking pure thoughts."
"Well, I'm thinking unholy thoughts about you."
Kaoru shot him a malevolent look. "Whatever your thoughts are, keep them to yourself."
"I don't want to keep them. I want to act on them."
Her patience cracked like thin ice. Color rose into her face. "How do I get rid of you?"
Battousai gave her a look. "You can't. I'm stuck here until the one who summons me dies."
Kaoru stared at him, agog. "You mean I'm stuck with you! That's the consequence of summoning you!" She was starting to hyperventilate. Breathe, Kaoru. Breathe.
He shrugged. "I guess." Battousai hadn't expected her reaction to be so explosive. Well, he was really shocked, because usually girls just hold his hands and tell him how great he is and they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with him.
"What is the cause of death of the women who summons you?"
"Oh, natural cause."
"How natural is the cause?" She asked suspiciously.
"Exhaustion."
Kaoru blinked. "Excuse me? They died from exhaustion?"
"Yep," he said with bitter amusement.
He bared his teeth in a parody of a smile. "Face it, doll face. You need a man. You need me."
The size of his ego flabbergasted her.
He gave her a sardonic smile. "Can you imagine a world without men?"
"Yeah! No crime and lots of happy, fat women!" Kaoru snapped. Her body was rigid and trembling with righteous indignation. She shot him what she hoped was a withering glare, but since she didn't have much practice with that sort of thing, it probably fell short.
"I just couldn't imagine you naked. Instead of being aroused, I may end up laughing." She lifted her chin. "To be blunt, you don't turn me on." Liar, liar, pants on fire.
A lazy smile curled the corners of Battousai's mouth. "Prove it," he said softly, capturing her gaze with his.
Kaoru did her best to ignore the heat his look was generating. "I'm not interested."
She started to draw back, but he caught her by the wrist before she could make a clean getaway, his move so quick, it took her breath away. Or maybe it was the feel of his fingertips caressing the paper-thin skin inside her wrist that took the air from her lungs. His touch was gentle, feather-light, and yet there was a latent strength in that long, calloused hand that sent shivers raining through her.
"You will be interested once I'm finish with you," he murmured stroking her where her pulse was jumping in her veins.
"I don't think so, "she said, her bravado diluted by breathlessness.
He leaned a little closer, drew her little closer to him by exerting the slightest pressure on her wrist. "Your eyes, they are like gems." Their eyes clung for an interminable minute, the world seemed to stand still, and then it tilted crazily as Battousai took her blindly against his chest. "Eyes of blue, always true." He murmured, watching her, the gleam in his eye turning predatory. The next instant she was swept by the incredible wonder and warmth of his mouth on hers.
Kaoru was unprepared for the depth of his embrace, or how his lips met hers, hot and hard and demanding. How they felt, so rough and yet at the same time soft. Provocative. Fire blazed through her, red-hot and sizzling, leaping, soaring flames. He gathered her closer, kissing her for so long that she thought she might faint.
"Goodness," was all she could murmur when he let her up for air. Thank goodness he was holding her. She was still a bit breathless. How could he affect her this way? Her knees were shaking and her legs felt weak and her heart was hammering so fast, she felt certain she was in danger of cardiac arrest.
"Well?" he whispered huskily. He flashed his grin again, that lopsided quirk of his mouth that drove women wild.
She could feel the heat from his body, the living, breathing flesh, and he was so damn sexy, it was a crime. This was no apparition in front of her; this was flesh-and-blood man, lean and gorgeous. The smell of sandalwood assailed her nostrils, along with his inherent maleness that was his and his alone.
This was fire. Smoldering embers waiting to explode into a raging inferno. Being with him was like dumping gasoline in a forest and then tossing a match. Carelessly.
Tempting fate.
"I think I'll keep you," she whispered huskily.
TBC
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
That's it for now. My grandma just died and I'm still not in the mood for long chapters, sorry. Just tell me what you think. I'm still kind of confused right now due to lack of sleep.
When I started this story, it's supposed to be a one-shot. But being the woman that I am (a fickle minded one); I decided to make this into a full-blown fic. There will be lemon in future chapters. (:BLUSHING:)
I also posted this fic in adultfanfiction.
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