- Chapter 8: Author's Note: -

Once again, I am so sorry for NOT updating.

I hope this chapter will be much longer than the chapter I gave you guys last time. Also, I don't know anything about Japanese weddings, so, sadly, I will be skipping out on writing the main ceremony, but there are LEMONS AHEAD. Yay! Personal challenge accepted.

So, skip the chapter if you would like to opt-out of reading intimate scenes. However, if you are going to continue reading this chapter, please be nice in your comments. This chapter will be my first lemon ever posted, and as one who still is completely innocent in that aspect of life. I hope I do the wedding night justice!

As I've said before, I do not own any of the original characters or plotlines of this perfect series written by Nobuhiro Watsuki. Therefore, I am merely adding a different plotline to create a chance for Aoshi and Misao to get together sooner and Himura/Kaoru and Sanosuke/Megumi. I might even throw in some Yahiko/Tsubame and Saito/Tokio. :D

Please review with your feelings on my story, but also please be nice in them. :D

-Many Thanks,

Ami

- End of Chapter 8: Author's Note: -

- Chapter 8: The Wedding Night: -

Misao's POV:

This day was the happiest of Misao's life; from now on, she can call herself wife to her ex-leader and love of her life, Aoshi Shinomori.

Nothing could make Misao come down from the high she currently felt sitting next to Aoshi and sharing the ceremonial sake that tied the two together eternally as one.

Skip forward to where Misao and Aoshi now sat in the dining room of the Aoiya, where an elaborate spread of food elegantly sat on the overflowing table, and people gathered 'round it to celebrate happily. She didn't eat much, for she was too nervous and excited for what would come later that night when everyone else but them would be leaving to the aoiya customer inn rooms. The Aoiya staff and Kenshin-gumi intended not to stay in their rooms in the Aoiya to give them privacy due to everyone's heightened sense of hearing.

Okon suddenly spoke, drawing Misao's eyes to hers, "Aren't you hungry, Misao? Why aren't you eating?"

Misao shrugged and told them that she was just simply not hungry. Then, she prepared herself for the jibes that would come from the other members of the Oniwaban or the Kenshin-gumi; Megumi had started in on the jokes, "Oh, you must be too nervous for what happens later to eat... Ohohoho."

Sanosuke chortled and spoke with his mouth still slightly full of rice and meat, "Just give him more sake to loosen up the icicle, and why not have more yourself." He had ended his rib somewhat seriously and a tone full of brotherly advice. His voice was as if he told her it would be alright, and she shouldn't worry or be nervous.

Misao became slightly touched at how Sanosuke seemed not to want to cross the line to make sexual jokes and embarrass her about the intimate things that would happen tonight. She became awed at how everyone, including her at times, misunderstood Sanosuke as one who did not know which boundaries to cross in his joking.

Neither Aoshi nor Misao said anything to Megumi nor Sanosuke stuck in silence at Sanosuke's words as they were, and everyone else was also stunned into silence at Sanosuke's kind words of encouragement to Misao. Soon everyone's attention turned back to making jovial conversation between themselves, and Misao turned her own attention back to her husband.

He was… blushing. Misao smirked and, then, intent on tormenting him further while everyone was distracted; she leaned discreetly into her husband's side, where he sat on her left. He, in-kind, leaned towards her to make the distance shorter due to her stature. His head tilted down, and she shielded her moving mouth with her hand.

With her lips just a hair's width from his earlobe, Misao whispered seductively, "I can't eat because I'm too hungry for something that only my new lover and darling husband can provide."

Her Aoshi-sama made no outward inclination of his response to her teasing. However, as close as she was to him, she could feel the increase of his body heat and his body coiling in preparation for when he decided enough was enough teasing.

Hmm, how far should I take it? Misao thought mischievously and smirked.

She caught her breath as if she would speak something else, so Aoshi did not immediately lean back to his original tense position.

Misao thought for a second what she would say, before once again whispering, between kisses on his cheek, "Please, your bride is…impatient for the…festivities…to end and to finally be…alone…with her lord." She ended her whispers and kisses by tugging on his earlobe with her teeth gently and leaning away from him victoriously, and brazenly brushing her hand from his upper thigh to rest it on his knee.

Misao looked around innocently to check if anyone had noticed their exchange. Still, it seemed as if everyone else in the room was too consumed with the food, drinks, and conversations between themselves.

Shivering from passion pouring off of the man sitting so close to her, Misao chanced a glanced at Aoshi. Misao was startled as his icy eyes so heatedly locked onto hers. Her stomach fluttered in a way that made her equally as restless and eager for everyone to leave.

Misao had changed from her wedding kimono after they left the temple where the ceremony was held and had washed her face from the makeup she got forced into wearing. She now thanked herself for changing into her Oniwabanshu ninja outfit, for her body was now thoroughly overheating, and she dreaded to think what she would have felt like if she still wore that constricting and thick kimono.

Aoshi soon made use of the high western dining table that paired with high chairs.

Misao jumped in surprise as he suddenly hooked a foot around her left ankle and pulled it towards him. Her left leg, then, separated from tightly pressed against the other to now splayed open enough for the payback her husband had planned from her earlier teasing.

Coy fingers brushed against the soft skin of her knee he had pulled towards him just moments ago, and the calluses on his fingertips from years of practicing martial arts and swordsmanship dragged deliciously up her inner thigh. Misao's heart jumped to her throat, and she fought to keep her disposition as if nothing was happening under the tablecloth.

Misao's thighs tried to close around his hand, but his grip on her ankle with his foot was unbreakable. Her toes curled in her sandals at his command over her body, and her mouth watered behind tightly pressed lips. She desperately held back a moan as his fingers drifted further to caress her over the very thin material of her shorts.

Misao's heart felt like it stopped before racing even faster, and she couldn't help but bite her lip as the heat began to slowly wet the material where he was flicking his fingers in caresses.

Misao's stomach dropped once more, and she felt more heat build between her thighs, and her right hand shot discreetly to his arm above the wrist in warning to him. Then, thoroughly flushed, she felt like she had enough of his teasing and wanted everyone OUT and cleared her throat, "I will be retiring for the night; please continue to enjoy the rest of the food and drinks. But before I leave for the night, I want to thank everyone for making this the happiest day of my life, and the wedding was so beautiful, truly. You all know me so well; I guess I didn't need the stress of planning it and recuperating. Thank you all so much."

Aoshi's lips twitched before he let her go, but not before grabbing her wrist and pulling her against him. Her right hand landed on his pec to support herself from fully falling into him, and Aoshi's other hand cupped the back of her head and pressed until their lips connected in a very heated but too-short kiss.

The ladies in the room seemed to all collectively swoon at Aoshi's uncharacteristic but highly possessive action towards his wife. She sank further into his hold into a swoon of her own before gathering her wits about herself.

Misao finally got a hold of herself, straightened, fixed her rumpled clothes and bunched up hair, bowed to everyone, and then proceeded to walk away with her head held high.

By the time silence took hold of downstairs, Misao had bathed once again due to a sudden rush of nervousness. Then, after washing herself again, she changed into a sheer ice-blue silk-kimono, lit some tea and incense-scented candles in the room, laid out the new futon fit for two, and dried her hair with a fluffy white towel while she waited for her husband to enter their now-shared room.

Misao's heart thundered in her chest, and she swore that if Aoshi were in the room, he would be able to hear it from the doorway. Then, suddenly, Misao began to listen for her husband's footsteps after feeling his ki brush against hers inquisitively.

WARNING

WARNING

WARNING!

VERY STRONG LEMONS AHEAD

DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE LEMONS

Finally, Aoshi's footsteps reached Misao's ears from her kneeling position on the futon in the middle of the room. He had just started the short trek from the hallway and slowly approached the shoji door to their bedroom.

The ex-Oniwaban-leader could walk silently if he had wanted to; however, he was kind enough to announce his presence to his slightly shaking in apprehension wife.

Misao settled at his thoughtfulness and walked to greet him at the shoji while dropping the towel somewhere on her way to the door.

She made it to the door before he did, but he did not enter, and it was clear, without words, that he wanted her to invite him in.

Shivering at the heat she suddenly felt rush over her, Misao slid the door ever-so-slowly open and finally locked her nervous gaze onto his intense icy blues.

She watched as Aoshi took in the sheer clothing that enclosed his wife and left nothing to his imagination because of the light from the candles behind where Misao stood. It looked as if she weren't wearing anything, and her figure was enshrouded by light, highlighting the curves he hadn't known she had. Misao must have binded her curves tightly to avoid unwanted attention. Aoshi thought to himself.

Misao shivered as she watched his heated gaze slide from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes. She shifted where she stood, ever so slightly, in an effort to ease the ache between her thighs.

Aoshi became very pleased with himself for letting go of his past and choosing this blooming flower in front of him. He could wait no longer to rest his soul with hers and to bind the both of them together…forever…as one.

Reaching his right hand out to her and then stepping forward, Aoshi wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into him. Then, he landed a hot and steamy kiss that would end all of the evident anxiety Aoshi could read in her body language.

Misao's heart stopped before once more beating at a more rapid pace, and she gripped his left shoulder with her right hand and wrapped her other arm around the back of his neck to propel herself higher so that she might meet his kisses at a more comfortable height.

Both of his hands immediately cupped her bottom and lifted; Misao took the hint and wrapped her legs around his hips tightly, effectively pressing her core against the steel-like band in his pants.

Heat flooded Misao, and she began to feel a slippery-like substance slide out of her onto the material of her kimono, and it slowly started to soak his pants where they pressed so tightly together. She couldn't help but to rock and grind her hips against what she knew would first give her pain but also unimaginable pleasure this very night. Aoshi, answering in kind, gripped her buttocks firmly and pressed her hips even further into his steel rod with every roll of her hips. Wanton whimpers escaped from Misao's throat and out her lips into the cool night's air, and Aoshi responded to them as if lightning had struck him.

A growl erupted from his chest, and he slammed the shoji shut and turned to press Misao against the wall next to the doorway. His kisses intensified, and he couldn't help but start nibbling on her lips, kneck, and collarbone.

Misao's wanton whimpers very quickly turned to guttural moans of ecstasy. Her head tilted to the side, encouraging more of his pleasurable attack on her throat and pleasure spot behind her ear that she hadn't known was there before now.

Misao's hands, free from having to support herself (due to being pressed against the wall), roamed his back and chest while giving little scratches with her nails against the skin that she could feel.

Frustrated, Misao began to pull at the obi while enthusiastically nibbling and kissing on her husband's enticing jawline, adam's apple, and pleasure spot in the hollow of his neck.

Misao would have preferred if Aoshi had worn the new western pajamas that she had bought him, consisting of a loose shirt and comfortable pants, seeing as she struggled to rid him of his obstructive wedding kimono. Frustrated whimpers escaped her lips between kissing his neck and collarbone, and suddenly she bit a little more firmly the meat at the nape of his neck.

Aoshi grunted while she licked the bite to ease the sting she caused, and he then leaned his head back and gripped Misao's cheeks between two fingers, kissed her once more, and then commanded, "Lose the kimono… " before promptly dropping her to her feet.

Misao braced herself against the wall and began untieing the belt at her waist while watching Aoshi undress as he walked away from her and to their futon. Misao bit her lip in awe as more and more of his physique became revealed to her.

"Come. Join me, wife." Aoshi's deep voice was erotic in his velvety-like command.

Misao's breath hitched as the last of both of their clothing dropped to the floor, and they stood feet apart and naked as the day they were born.

Misao was not ashamed, for she knew she had matured physically in a pleasing way to her new husband. However, she saw the many scars across his body and wanted to turn back time and save him from such injuries.

Quickly and unable to help herself (not that she wanted to), Misao came to wrap her arms around her husband in an innocent hug. Tears filled her eyes, and she kissed the scar that brought her Aoshi-sama back to her, "I will always be thankful for this scar, for it brought back my Aoshi-sama. However, I hate the others, I wish…." Misao couldn't continue, for compassion clogged her throat.

Aoshi's thumb and forefinger hugged her chin and tilted it upwards, and he looked at her without any need to say anything; Misao could read it in his gaze. He was sorry.

Not a second later did their lips meet in a sweet kiss that filled Misao's chest with love and comfort. Kisses replaced words, and Aoshi swept her into his arms, bridal style.

Ever-so-slowly and gently, Aoshi lay Misao on their stripped-bare futon and hovered over her while kissing her. Once settled above her, his teeth and tongue soon demanded entrance to the hot cavern he craved to taste.

Whimpers once more left Misao's lips as they opened under the command of her lover. Both Misao's hands caressed up each arm that supported the man above her before soon pressing him at his shoulder blades further into her and tilting her head to meet his tongue fervently with her own. Their kisses soon became animalistic, and the sounds they each made, in-kind, were just as wild.

Her nails scored down his shoulders and back as he reached down with one hand slid down from her bottom to grip at the back of her knee and force her right leg to wrap around his hip. Then, hooking his elbow around her knee to keep her pressed tightly against him, Aoshi suddenly ground his cock against the folds between her legs.

Without the clothes separating their most intimate parts from each other, Misao's wetness rushed between them, and no sooner had that happened did his hand move from holding her leg to slipping between the wet folds below him. Misao's inner walls clenched in anticipation for what was to come, and she couldn't help but let another wanton whimper roll out her lips.

Biting her lower lip to stave off the ever-building scream bound to release, Misao threw her head back against the pillows as two of his digits swiftly entered her and which proceeded to scissor against the hot clenching inner walls of her core.

Moan after moan left her lips as he rained kisses and love bites down her neck and chest.

Misao, at this point, had her eyes tightly shut against the onslaught of pleasure this man was pouring over her. When he finally noticed, he harshly commanded, "Look at me, Misao."

Misao's eyes sprung open as his fingers left her folds, and she watched as he lifted his fingers to his mouth. Misao almost cried at him not to, but it would not have deterred him, for he did just as she predicted and cleaned her juices from his fingers with his mouth and tongue. His eyes heated with pleasure at her taste, and somehow this made Misao even hotter, despite her momentary embarrassment, and she reached up and kissed him.

She could taste herself on his lips, and a sense of satisfaction that he liked her taste thrilled her to the core.

Once more, he trailed kisses down her jaw, neck, and chest until securing his lips around a taut nipple and pulling it further into his hot mouth by suckling. His hand pumped the breast that he was lavishing his kisses on before turning its attention to the breast's mate and tugging at the tight nipple begging for his attention.

His kisses then trailed to the other breast to lavish his mouth's attention to it as well. Misao's head began to thrash slightly from side to side, for she was drowning in this man's most arduous touches.

He entered her swiftly before she could protest at his sudden shifting away from her. Misao cried out once before shuddering at the pain tearing at where they were now one. Tears pooled in her eyes, and he began to soothe her with loving caresses as she started to say things like, "You're too big…it hurts…no one ever told me i-it would hurt th-this much."

His body was akin to a statue, as he forbid himself from moving until she softened around him. He would not hurt her any further and damn him if he didn't make her feel the pleasure she was giving him.

Misao slowly started to relax as the pain receded. She tentatively twitched her hips in the slightest of movements, but a sudden pleasurable fullness rushed over her core, and rushing wetness eased the pain further. Somehow he slid further into her, and that was when she realized he was only halfway in her.

He slowly started to relax. However, he didn't move an inch further. "Please…" She whispered shamelessly. "Make me feel the heat once more."

With those words, he slid the rest of the way into her and then out in repeated motions, Misao's walls clenching deliciously over his cock and nearly causing him to spill like a green-boy.

His fingers traveled down her shivering abdomen, where his future child will take root and grow in, and to her folds where the secret pearl at the top would make her wild for him once more. He craved it more than his next breath.

When he rolled that little bud that none other than Misao or him had touched, Misao jerked against him, and more wetness rushed against him as his cock brushed against her innermost womb.

A loud and keening cry left Misao's lips, and she cried out, "Yes! Harder…please!"

The wet sounds of their hips slamming against the other filled the otherwise silent room, and Misao's cries and his animalistic grunts followed suit soon after.

With every harsh press of the tip of him against her innermost womb, causing slight pain with every thrust but also immense pleasure, Misao soon crumbled with a scream of release.

When Aoshi felt Misao's climax and trembles, he followed hers with a growl akin to a wolf's. Then, planting himself so deep inside her, he reckoned she could feel him in her throat; Aoshi poured his seed deep into her womb.

Once they got their breaths back under control, he rolled them until she laid on his chest with him still buried deep within her.

Several times that night did they intertwine and make love, all the way up to sun-up. Misao knew she would sleep deep into the day ahead of them when they finally rested, and she prayed all their lovemaking resulted in a pregnancy fairly soon before succumbing to sleep.

-End of Chapter 8: Author's Note:-

I think I did a good job on this chapter if I say so myself. Please no flames for my efforts at making my first lemon between this couple.

-Many thanks!

Ami

-End of Chapter 8's Author's Note: -