Catching Hold of You

Waiii… Here we go  ^o^ !!!

This is continuation of Chapter 11 so I'll thank the reviewers all at once in Chapter 12 ok ?  ^^  Anyway thanks for reviewing !!!

WARNING : This chapter definitely contains adult stuff, lemon, graphic sex scene, whatever you want to call it. Don't read it if you are under age and/or feel shocked by those kinds of things. I can't be taken for responsible for any casualities caused by this fic, minna. Besides, this chapter isn't required in order to understand what will follow after this part. Thanks everyone for reading, now enjoy  ^^ !

Oh… Just wanted to tell ya… This is my very first attempt at writing a lemon so I hope it's not so bad… It may drag on… I tried to write it sweet and tasteful (I don't really like violent lemons, you know the kind of ones with screams and tore clothes…), but I have to recognize that I had to read a lot of lemons before writing this one so as to write it correctly, so I hope no one will feel offended if I borrowed an expression or so… Forgive meeeee !!!

_________

Chapter 11 bis : Endless

_________

The shrill whisper of a gust of wind wheezing against the wooden wall woke Aoshi up. He yawned sleepily and was about to stretch his aching limbs when the soft weight of a small bundle huddled against his chest reminded him of the previous events. A quick glance shot at the window confirmed him what time it was ; according to the silvery moon nearly brushing the top of the trees, it was very late in the morning, maybe 3 am.

His head bent, Aoshi studied the pretty face leaning against his shoulder – the small nose, the long eyelids, the still slightly chubby cheeks, the warm lips. He pressed a light kiss on her forehead ; her fever was gone, and it was cool under his lips. Did she at least know how desirable she looked when she breathed this calmly, her mouth parting slightly as her chest raised at a slow pace ? Misao's symptoms had left, giving them a short respite ; no more fever, no more coughing fits.

But Misao's eyelids started flickering, first sign of her awakening. She tossed limply, instinctively wrapping her arms tighter around Aoshi's ones, before her fuzzy, blue eyes fluttered open with a dreamful, hazy expression held in them. Immediately the happy light was replaced by a sad frown as she noticed the stoic face bent over hers, and Misao diverted her gaze for awhile before locking those soulbreaking orbs in Aoshi's blue-grey ones, boring holes in his being.

"Why aren't you gone ?" Her words rang acidly in his ears, even more her tone, emotionless and bored.

"I told you", she went on, "that you could catch up with her. You're quick. You're Oniwabanshuu, aren't you ?"

"Misao…"

"Why did you stay ? I don't want you to regret it afterwards."

"Misao…"

"You should be there, Aoshi, you know, you should have left already, or you'll miss her…"

"Misao, will you listen to me ?!", he curt her short, annoyance and slight anger emerging through his controlled voice. Her weak words went dry in her mouth as she just stared at him in disbelief, at loss of what to do when he closed his eyes, trying to get rid off the angry and hurt sadness showing on his face.

"Ha-ai", she breathed, her harsh tone forgotten, not really knowing whether she truly wanted to know what Aoshi was going to tell her. He sighed, half-relieved, then gazed at her as though he was searching her soul deep down in her hazy eyes.

"I didn't leave because I don't want to chase after Yukiko, Misao. True, I used to love her, love her very much indeed. But I don't anymore. I belong to there, where lives my family, and where lives my love too."  A small, genuine soft expression enlightened his gaze, and in his lap Misao was fidgeting, feeling terribly awkward. It just felt like butterflies were battling in her stomach. Her façade slightly cracking, she smiled uneasily.

"Y-you're not f-funny, Aoshi-sama. D-don't tease me. Y-you're kidding, r-right ?"

Tentatively, she raised her eyes to his, half hoping to find him smirking mockingly ; but he didn't answer, gazing at her very seriously – no, devouring her. Misao blushed furiously, her cheeks and throat turning a soft pink, and she tried to divert her gaze from his, but was too trapped to succeed.

"S-stop teasing me, Aoshi-sama…", she whispered weakly, her hands clenching in her lap.

Feeling as awkward as Misao, Aoshi bent slightly, unable to tear his eyes away from her. He could almost feel her ragged breath, almost touch her hopeful uncertainty, and he stopped hesitantly at middle course, cupping her cheeks softly before pressing his trembling lips to hers. Relief flooded through his being when he felt her moist, full lips brushing his, hopeful and shy, and her arms lifted timidly, freezing in hesitation in an attempt to wrap around his neck.

Both of them were drowning in the sweetness of their innocent touch, shy like children on their first kiss. Shivering, they parted and gazed at each other, silently asking for each other agreement.

Softly so as not to scare her, Aoshi wound his arms around her frail waist, brushing his tongue lightly over her lips, coaxing her mouth open to deepen the kiss. Shakily, her teeth partened with a small gasp, and he dived deeper, discovering her taste as he initiated her with exquisitive gentleness to the sweet art of kissing. Trusting him to no end, Misao gave in to his request and answered willingly, gasping softly when their tongues entwined tightly. Aoshi hesitated when she gasped as if struggling for air, but smiled slightly when he gazed at her ravishingly blushing face, eyes closed, waiting for him to go on. Delicately, he brushed the tip of his nose against her soft skin, along her cheek, trailing light kisses on his way. Misao was smiling heavenly, breathless, shyly wanting for more.

Aoshi's lips made contact with her flushed forehead, sending electric quivers down her spine, then went down softly, carressing the small depression between her eyebrows, her narrow nose bridge, before brushing the tip of his nose with hers, claiming her own lips more unsurely than luringly. Disregarding her timidity, Misao stole a small peck then, taken aback by her own boldness, shakingly tried to explore his face as he had just traced hers. Slowly, her silky nose tip and lips learnt the feeling of his skin, of his hard cheekbones, of the small scar he bore above his left eyebrow… Half of her mind that frightened to death that she might ruin the whole thing with her inexperience, while the other half didn't care the slightest bit. His eyes were closed, relaxed, and she daringly brushed a light kiss on his eyelid…

A gasp of nervousness left her mouth when Aoshi slipped away from her shy strokings to press warm kisses on the shivering skin of her neck. Kami – it felt like a hard knot had formed in the pit of her stomach. This was new, entirely new, and her heart was beating ragingly in answer to the odd feelings this gave rise to in her. Aoshi's calloused hands were firmly holding her hips, yet not tightly, and his lips were slowly tasting her heated skin. She had tensed in his embrace, and he stopped, his mouth hanging inches away from her shuddering throat.

"Misao ?", he called gently, half-releasing her hesitating form, wordlessly asking if she was alright and wanted to go on.

For a while she didn't move, gnawed between cutting short to this scaring sweetness and giving blindly up, then her trembling body relaxed, and she pressed a light kiss on top of Aoshi's head. With a ghost of a sigh, his arms circled her waist once more, and he went on kissing the warm, slightly tanned skin of her neck. His lips untertook to trace the slender line of her jaw, then his teeth grazed at her earlobe, capturing it playfully. Misao shivered and sighed. Slowly, shyness still lurking in her, she tentatively raised her hands and started to stroke Aoshi's back lightly, with timid feather-like touches of those ones which want and do not dare.

Encouragingly yet still hesitantly, Aoshi's fingers sneaked along her spine and tangled in her messy hair, still ruffled and partly undone from her trying to outdo herself sooner in the evening, while his other hand kept her securely wrapped in his lap. Sweetly, his mouth slipped down her neck and caressed her collarbone, earning a small moan ; his mild breath left warm, moist traces on her tender skin. But as Misao was closing her eyes, slowly slipping into newly discovered bliss, Aoshi stopped his gentle fondling and straightened up, searching for her eyes.

Misao stared at him quizzically and bit her bottom lip, fear showing through her eyes as she was wondering what she had done wrong. His intense eyes were sounding up to the deepest abysses of her young soul, which scared her slightly, but yet they held infinite softness, gentleness mixed with uncertainty, a touch of helplessness – as though asking for a spark of permission from her own eyes.

His rough hands slid along her thin body to her waist and, his gaze never leaving hers, he started unknoting the thin belt holding her yukata closely wrapped. Misao gasped and caught her breath – the way his fingers brushed her shuddering skin, making her feel so whole and cherished… But she kept loosing her soul in Aoshi's soft blue-grey eyes, melting from the inside as his palms gently pushed the smooth fabric of her night suit from her shoulders, revealing her pearly skin, slender shoulders, and those small but plump breasts she wanted so much to hide. A light blush crept on her cheekbones, but Aoshi didn't seem to notice. His breath had got quicker, this mind sligthly releasing its careful hold on his body – but he wouldn't have traded anything against this moment, just because of the small, flushed and shy smile on Misao's lips as she gazed at him in pure trusting and apprehension.

Aoshi swiftly grabbed Misao's wrists, devouring the hesitation running through her blue orbs ; he cradled her slim hands in his larger ones and guided them to the back of his shirt, closing her shaking fingers on the rumpled cloth. Softly, he helped her to remove his shirt ; their visual link was broken for the short while they lost sight of each other, and both of them nearly sighed in relief at catching sight of the other again.

And there they were, kneeling in each other lap, flushed and timid.

Misao's eyes widened slightly when Aoshi grabbed her thin waist with both hands and kissed her eagerly – before her body overcame her mind and she answered to his kiss with equal passion. Holding her tighly in his lap, Aoshi broke the kiss, and Misao wound her frail arms around his neck, panting from such a breathtaking kiss. Oh… his hands were making wonders on her heated skin – and a longing moan escaped her lips when his fingers stroke insistently on a sensitive spot down her spine. A light chuckle rumbled low in Aoshi's throat, liking the feeling of her arching her back against him.

Slowly, Aoshi showered Misao's skin with kisses, running down her neck, her collarbone, elliciting small quivers all along her body, then on her round breast, which immediately covered with goosebumps. Misao bit her lip hard and shut her eyes. His lips had captured her pink nipple and licked it softly before sucking harder ; the young kunoichi gasped, as new feelings raised inside her, and her nipple hardened under Aoshi's ministrations, showing her appreciation. Aoshi smiled at the tought it was him who made her feel like that ; and oddly, it felt truly right. Leaving her erected breast, he began to kiss and massage gently the other one, earning another short moan leaving Misao's lips.

Misao was arching her back convulsively, but Aoshi's hands were holding her firmly, additing to the awakening of her pleasure. Never had her body felt that way. It just wouldn't obey her mind – not that she wanted anything to stop, of course… She just wished she would have some more control on the situation – but then she trusted Aoshi and decided it was better to enjoy and not to think. A weird sensation was growing in the pit of her belly, and a sensitive spot down between her legs was pulsing unbearably, as if she needed something desperately. Both delighted and uneasy, Misao could feel a sticky liquid starting to pool between her thighs…

Oooh… Misao couldn't help a loud moan when Aoshi's fingers caressed the sensitive bump, down between her thighs, melting in that warm liquid escaping her body. Shakingly, she burried her head in his shoulder, her hot breath tickling his shivering skin as she tried to smother her soft groans ; and sending needles of fire through her being, his skilled fingers kept tracing the tender folds and crests of her intimacy, caressing her gently. Suddenly, Aoshi winced slightly when Misao digged her nails in the rough skin of his back, and a shadow of smile playing on his lips, he pressed a light but feverish kiss on her cheek, silently trying to reassure her – but he could feel himself slowly slipping out of control with her unmasked responsiveness, and the way she was showing him so openly the way she felt…

Keeping her securely wrapped in his lap, Aoshi pushed harder on her throbbing pleasure button, enjoying the way she moaned and squirmed between his arms, then slipped carefully one finger in her warm womanhood… feeling the way her walls tightened around his knuckles, feeling her desire and fear entwined… Her sweet, strangled voice whispered his name, and he tentatively slipped another finger in her, her mild essence running on his hand…

"Aoshi !", she cried as he thrusted deeper. Her voice brought him back to reality – she was so unexperienced and naive, she was obviously afraid of what was happening and he had to remember to keep it sweet, so that she could enjoy this wholly.  Panting heatedly like she did, he rested his forehead against hers while slipping his fingers out of her – and she stared at him, hypnotized, as he started to lick the warm liquid on them, tasting her arousal and her being. Aoshi gazed at her, his blue eyes no more icy at all but holding the kindest gleams.

Lovingly, he went on kissing her expecting body, his lips running down her belly as he pushed her down on the crumpled blankets of the futon. Misao complied without resisting but her lean body tensed when his hungry mouth passed her belly button.

"Aoshi ?", she asked, unsure, dread raising through her shaking tone. "Are you…"

"Only if you want it, Misao.", he answered, his hoarse voice rumbling low. She seemed to hesitate – or was she just gathering her breath ? – then nodded shortly. His mouth twitched in a small smile as her muscles relaxed, his large hands roaming up and down her curves – and he kindly coaxed her thighs apart before diving his lips in her limpid essence. A breathed moan left her throat as his tongue caressed her intimacy, creating electric waves of pleasure all along her body. Her eyes closed and she gave herself totally up to his fondling…

Her body was growing readier and readier, he could feel it to the small starts flashing through her and he wasn't sure he could stand it himself for long. Her moans were just driving him mad… Willing to ellicit more and more pleasure from her, his tongue kept exploring her womanhood, before a half-moan, half-chuckle escaped her lips, making an erotic shiver running down his spine – he was running out of breath, and he knew that she was more than ready now at the way she called his name…

Sharply, trying not to rush her, Aoshi leant over Misao and grabbed her hand tightly.

"Misao, listen to me.", he breathed sternly, trying to catch her attention. Her eyelids fluttered open, pure bliss shining in her blue orbs, but clouded with worry at his serious expression.

"What ?", she asked, her breath caught in her throat in delightful expectation, dazzled.

"Misao, it is going to hurt, you know."

Misao's eyes darkened to slight anguish. "A lot ?"

"Nothing unbearable… Do you really want that ?"

Her face held determination and she nodded, so he released his heated breath with relief… Hastily, he grasped her hand tightly in his larger one while kissing her lips eagerly… and thrust hard in her tender opening… feeling it resisting – she was so incredibly tight… it made pleasure rush through him, but then her soft virginity gave up and Misao let out a painful scream. Her hand had clasped his in pain, and her eyes shut tight as she bit her bottom lip. For a second, Aoshi regretted what he had just done – hadn't she already suffered enough because of him ? But his grief was swept away when her eyes open again, ecstatic delight showing through the tears of pain.

"Misao ?", he called softly, and he heard her sigh sligthly.

"I'm okay…", she whispered softly in his ear. "It's not so bad compared to ninja training", she tried to joke, and disbelief enlightened her features when she felt him laughing smotheringly against her throat while pressing a light kiss there. He had laughed, finally. It had costed her so much efforts – and yet it felt so simple. So natural. She couldn't help but laugh too, tears of joy merging with the ones of pain and the thin layer of sweat covering her face.

But the pain had lessened, and desire was starting to tug at the small of her back, which was revealed despite herself by a pleasured moan as Aoshi had softly moved. A genuine smile found its way on Aoshi's lips – she just fit him like a glove… He didn't really know if he was going to regret this or not, but he wouldn't have stop for anything on this Earth… Slowly, showering her with kisses and caresses, he started moving… harder and deeper… a beautiful dance he wanted to share with her… Misao… his Misao…

He withdrew and thrusted deeper, long shivers running along his exacerbated nerves, like flames of icy fire all at once, making her love with all his body, heart and soul. Oh God, how much he loved her…

Suddenly, Misao arched her back violently, with a cry… meeting joy and undescribable feelings that smashed her soul to smithereens before snatching her in a breathtaking whirl that left her wonderfully well and complete. And she knew Aoshi was feeling the same way when he called her name nearly in despair, crushing her to his chest, then falling heavily on top of her. Both of them remained breathless, drunk of each other… then fatigue got over them and Misao fell asleep in her lover arms, who wrapped her in a loving embrace by his side before giving up to a peaceful rest.

_______

End of Chapter 11 bis

_______

Author's notes : Well…. I wouldn't have thought that a lemon was such a pain in the ass to write  ^^ . Though it was kind of pleasant, it was incredibly hard to describe without being too explicit… I didn't want it to be overly sexy and juicy, because I think Aoshi would be very sweet with Misao on her first time, ne ? Hurting her purposefully, that would not be our Aoshi-sama  ^^ … I'll try to write better next time cause this is not really a beautiful lemon… Still progress to be done  ^^o …

Reviews reviews !!! Constructive criticisms are very welcome since I need to improve my writing at lemons if you want me to write more of them  ^^ !! Praises are also welcome though  ;p !!

Ja ne to Chapter 12 !!!