Guy's Night Out
Chapter 20
(AN: These last chapters will be pure lime fluff. Yes, gentle readers and critics alike, it's almost over, sniffles or hurrah, depending on how you liked it. For all those who are begging for more cavities. I love happy endings, at least for this kind of story, don't you?)
Two weeks after the incident with Kageboushi and life was more or less back to normal for the Kenshin-gumi.
Of course, normal is a relative word as applied to those living and visiting the Kamiya Dojo. A legendary former Imperialist assassin and a female kenjutsu instructor raising an orphaned samurai boy do not have a typical home, no matter how much laundry they do, how many dinners they ruin, or how many longing glances they cast at each other when the other one's back is turned. For these two, love and marriage would not be the usual expected, arranged and socially proper affair that most individuals of their time and place enjoyed, but something as unconventional and unexpected as one could imagine.
It had been a trying day for Yahiko, again. He found himself wondering for at least the hundredth time that day whether there were two more lame- brained adults in the whole city of Tokyo, or in Japan, for that matter, with which he could be living.
Breakfast was staring and blushing and "accidental" meetings of hands over the tea cups and dishes. Lunch was more of the same, only with longer staring. deeper blushes and more lingering touches of hands. Dinner was going to be intolerably filled with even more of the same mush, Yahiko supposed, so he made his excuses and left to seek his meal elsewhere.
"I think we're embarrassing Yahiko-chan," giggled Kaoru, helping Kenshin clear the dishes away from their dinner. Actually, not that much had been eaten, because there had been certain distractions from the food.
That little chore accomplished, they were alone. No Yahiko to scold, assign chores to and to serve as an unwitting chaperone. Kaoru realized that presented possibilities, but her inexperience in matters of anything romantic was a obstacle of seemingly immense proportions to overcome to get to her objective: the heart of a certain red- haired samurai.
They had shared a few kisses, petting and embraces in rare moments alone, and she found herself wondering if she was doing things correctly, pleasingly enough. Kenshin seemed pleased enough with her attempts at demonstrating her love, but then, she thought, he seemed pleased when she scolded him for tearing his clothes or staying out in the rain.
He was a hard one to read, that was for sure. She could be lousy at the whole thing and he would no doubt continue to smile and tell her she was the most beautiful woman ever, and that he loved her just as she was.
These thoughts ran quickly through her mind as she sat on the porch of the dojo next to him. They were holding hands and every so often, he'd reach over and run his fingers through the ends of her ponytail, or smooth a non- existant wrinkle in her kimono sleeve. Anything to touch her, to be near her.
There was little talking. Kaoru had learned months ago that there were two Kenshin modes of conversation. He was in the second mode, now, occasionally making a irrelevant comments about the days activities, but mostly saying nothing and smiling a lot. Serving no purpose but to put her at ease and be pleasant. The other Kenshin was intense, passionate and gave speeches about his feelings and ideals. She loved both.
She worked up the courage to ask him her question. "Kenshin, do I please you?"
"Please me?" he asked back at her. "In what way? Sessha is pleased with you in every way, that I am." He smiled the rurouni smile at her, almost squeezing shut his violet blue eyes with the gesture.
That wasn't what she wanted. She persisted. "In ways of showing love." She said, her voice dropping with embarrassment. He looked at her, slightly shocked. She could tell by the way his jaw dropped a little and he stared for a second. "Sessha is no authority in the ways of love himself, that I am not," that made him blush, hard to hide with his lighter coloring.
"Oh, but, you were married, Kenshin. That gives you the advantage in knowledge. I apologize if my ignorance offends you in some way."
"Was she serious?" he thought, looking at her. She was. Her head was averted in an apologetic fashion, looking at the step between her sandals.
"I suppose," he said, clearing his throat a little, "that there are things that both of us may have to, um, learn, koishii." The endearment came easier to his tongue, now. "I was only fifteen years when I met Tomoe. Not that much older than Yahiko- chan is now. I can tell you that fifteen year olds know next to nothing about love, Kaoru. Especially fifteen year olds raised by Shishio Hiko."
Kenshin cast his mind back to his adolescence. Certainly, Hiko had informed him of the physical aspects of what transpired between men and women, but talk of romance, love or feelings was not ground that was often tread upon by the reclusive genius.
"I came to love Tomoe as much as I was able to love anyone then, but whether I was pleasing in matters of love is something we did not speak about." He said this looking at the ground, not looking at her for fear of increasing her embarrassment.
She felt relieved by his admission, loving him all the more for lessening her fears. A small humbling of himself for her sake. It touched her immensely.
"So, I please you?" she asked again. He had to laugh a bit at that. "You are a persistent one, aren't you?" he asked teasingly.
"If I were not, I'd not be sitting here practically in your lap, Himura Kenshin, talking of love!" she retorted, slapping his hand lightly. It had been resting on hers lightly as he laughed.
At that, he reclaimed her hand, and pressed it to his lips. Turning it over, he kissed the palm lightly. She offered the other one for him to bless. He did, moving his lips up to kiss the pulse point at her wrist. Peeking up under his bangs at her, he looked for her approval to continue and received it.
"What about this one?" she asked innocently. She offered her other wrist for his attentions. He smiled gently and kissed it, too.
"I need a kiss here," she said, pointing to her rosy mouth. He obliged again, a light kiss was placed on her lips.
"More," she said, sounding like a child wanting more cake. He kissed her again, this time more sensuously, slanting his mouth across hers and taking a long taste of her. She gasped, but slowly did the same to him. The game was becoming more serious and he felt himself becoming slightly aroused. Kaoru was flushed, her mouth still slightly opened, looking at him in wonder.
"I feel warm in my stomach," she whispered placing her hand below her navel. "That happens," he said, marveling that she was so open.
"We should stop this, or more things will happen," he whispered to her.
"Will it feel like this?" she asked. "Yes, only more so," he replied.
"I don't want to stop, then," she said, meeting his eyes for a second and then pressing her head against his shoulder.
"Could women trained in the arts of pleasure be more seductive than this?" he wondered, looking at her. She trusted him completely and had offered her innocence to him willingly. Nothing in his experience prepared him for that heady combination.
"I could not accept such a gift, Kaoru, unless we were married," he said to her seriously. "Where did that come from?" he asked himself, and in the same thought answered his own question, "Your heart, idiot."
"Are you going to marry me, Kenshin?" she asked equally serious in demeanor.
"Yes, I suppose I am," he replied.
"Is this how most girls get proposed to, do you think?" she asked him taking his hand and lovingly kissing it.
"I have no idea, Kaoru."
"Can we do more things, now?" she asked him.
"A few more things will be all right to try, koishii," he chuckled again. Gods, she was driving him wild with these questions.
"Show me, Kenshin, I want to please you." She slid her hands onto his chest and looked deeply into his eyes.
"We're outside on the porch, anata, so I can't show you too much."
He began to kiss her again, pulling out the ribbon that held her hair, and then allowed her to pull down his gi, where she began to place small kisses on his neck, collarbone and chest. He sighed and leaned back onto the porch. She came with him, still kissing him, and his hands slid down from her waist to cup her behind and pull her closer. Their own panting breaths and murmuring filled their ears. One hand reached up to push down her kimono...
"Could you two please do that somewhere else!" came an aggrieved adolescent voice from behind them.
"ORO!" said Kenshin, coming up for air with Kaoru still plastered against him. Her hair was loose and her kimono was coming open in front. Kenshin's top was completely off and hanging by his waist band.
Yahiko stomped by them and went into the dojo without another word.
"No more lessons on the porch, koishii!" he said, breathlessly.
Chapter 20
(AN: These last chapters will be pure lime fluff. Yes, gentle readers and critics alike, it's almost over, sniffles or hurrah, depending on how you liked it. For all those who are begging for more cavities. I love happy endings, at least for this kind of story, don't you?)
Two weeks after the incident with Kageboushi and life was more or less back to normal for the Kenshin-gumi.
Of course, normal is a relative word as applied to those living and visiting the Kamiya Dojo. A legendary former Imperialist assassin and a female kenjutsu instructor raising an orphaned samurai boy do not have a typical home, no matter how much laundry they do, how many dinners they ruin, or how many longing glances they cast at each other when the other one's back is turned. For these two, love and marriage would not be the usual expected, arranged and socially proper affair that most individuals of their time and place enjoyed, but something as unconventional and unexpected as one could imagine.
It had been a trying day for Yahiko, again. He found himself wondering for at least the hundredth time that day whether there were two more lame- brained adults in the whole city of Tokyo, or in Japan, for that matter, with which he could be living.
Breakfast was staring and blushing and "accidental" meetings of hands over the tea cups and dishes. Lunch was more of the same, only with longer staring. deeper blushes and more lingering touches of hands. Dinner was going to be intolerably filled with even more of the same mush, Yahiko supposed, so he made his excuses and left to seek his meal elsewhere.
"I think we're embarrassing Yahiko-chan," giggled Kaoru, helping Kenshin clear the dishes away from their dinner. Actually, not that much had been eaten, because there had been certain distractions from the food.
That little chore accomplished, they were alone. No Yahiko to scold, assign chores to and to serve as an unwitting chaperone. Kaoru realized that presented possibilities, but her inexperience in matters of anything romantic was a obstacle of seemingly immense proportions to overcome to get to her objective: the heart of a certain red- haired samurai.
They had shared a few kisses, petting and embraces in rare moments alone, and she found herself wondering if she was doing things correctly, pleasingly enough. Kenshin seemed pleased enough with her attempts at demonstrating her love, but then, she thought, he seemed pleased when she scolded him for tearing his clothes or staying out in the rain.
He was a hard one to read, that was for sure. She could be lousy at the whole thing and he would no doubt continue to smile and tell her she was the most beautiful woman ever, and that he loved her just as she was.
These thoughts ran quickly through her mind as she sat on the porch of the dojo next to him. They were holding hands and every so often, he'd reach over and run his fingers through the ends of her ponytail, or smooth a non- existant wrinkle in her kimono sleeve. Anything to touch her, to be near her.
There was little talking. Kaoru had learned months ago that there were two Kenshin modes of conversation. He was in the second mode, now, occasionally making a irrelevant comments about the days activities, but mostly saying nothing and smiling a lot. Serving no purpose but to put her at ease and be pleasant. The other Kenshin was intense, passionate and gave speeches about his feelings and ideals. She loved both.
She worked up the courage to ask him her question. "Kenshin, do I please you?"
"Please me?" he asked back at her. "In what way? Sessha is pleased with you in every way, that I am." He smiled the rurouni smile at her, almost squeezing shut his violet blue eyes with the gesture.
That wasn't what she wanted. She persisted. "In ways of showing love." She said, her voice dropping with embarrassment. He looked at her, slightly shocked. She could tell by the way his jaw dropped a little and he stared for a second. "Sessha is no authority in the ways of love himself, that I am not," that made him blush, hard to hide with his lighter coloring.
"Oh, but, you were married, Kenshin. That gives you the advantage in knowledge. I apologize if my ignorance offends you in some way."
"Was she serious?" he thought, looking at her. She was. Her head was averted in an apologetic fashion, looking at the step between her sandals.
"I suppose," he said, clearing his throat a little, "that there are things that both of us may have to, um, learn, koishii." The endearment came easier to his tongue, now. "I was only fifteen years when I met Tomoe. Not that much older than Yahiko- chan is now. I can tell you that fifteen year olds know next to nothing about love, Kaoru. Especially fifteen year olds raised by Shishio Hiko."
Kenshin cast his mind back to his adolescence. Certainly, Hiko had informed him of the physical aspects of what transpired between men and women, but talk of romance, love or feelings was not ground that was often tread upon by the reclusive genius.
"I came to love Tomoe as much as I was able to love anyone then, but whether I was pleasing in matters of love is something we did not speak about." He said this looking at the ground, not looking at her for fear of increasing her embarrassment.
She felt relieved by his admission, loving him all the more for lessening her fears. A small humbling of himself for her sake. It touched her immensely.
"So, I please you?" she asked again. He had to laugh a bit at that. "You are a persistent one, aren't you?" he asked teasingly.
"If I were not, I'd not be sitting here practically in your lap, Himura Kenshin, talking of love!" she retorted, slapping his hand lightly. It had been resting on hers lightly as he laughed.
At that, he reclaimed her hand, and pressed it to his lips. Turning it over, he kissed the palm lightly. She offered the other one for him to bless. He did, moving his lips up to kiss the pulse point at her wrist. Peeking up under his bangs at her, he looked for her approval to continue and received it.
"What about this one?" she asked innocently. She offered her other wrist for his attentions. He smiled gently and kissed it, too.
"I need a kiss here," she said, pointing to her rosy mouth. He obliged again, a light kiss was placed on her lips.
"More," she said, sounding like a child wanting more cake. He kissed her again, this time more sensuously, slanting his mouth across hers and taking a long taste of her. She gasped, but slowly did the same to him. The game was becoming more serious and he felt himself becoming slightly aroused. Kaoru was flushed, her mouth still slightly opened, looking at him in wonder.
"I feel warm in my stomach," she whispered placing her hand below her navel. "That happens," he said, marveling that she was so open.
"We should stop this, or more things will happen," he whispered to her.
"Will it feel like this?" she asked. "Yes, only more so," he replied.
"I don't want to stop, then," she said, meeting his eyes for a second and then pressing her head against his shoulder.
"Could women trained in the arts of pleasure be more seductive than this?" he wondered, looking at her. She trusted him completely and had offered her innocence to him willingly. Nothing in his experience prepared him for that heady combination.
"I could not accept such a gift, Kaoru, unless we were married," he said to her seriously. "Where did that come from?" he asked himself, and in the same thought answered his own question, "Your heart, idiot."
"Are you going to marry me, Kenshin?" she asked equally serious in demeanor.
"Yes, I suppose I am," he replied.
"Is this how most girls get proposed to, do you think?" she asked him taking his hand and lovingly kissing it.
"I have no idea, Kaoru."
"Can we do more things, now?" she asked him.
"A few more things will be all right to try, koishii," he chuckled again. Gods, she was driving him wild with these questions.
"Show me, Kenshin, I want to please you." She slid her hands onto his chest and looked deeply into his eyes.
"We're outside on the porch, anata, so I can't show you too much."
He began to kiss her again, pulling out the ribbon that held her hair, and then allowed her to pull down his gi, where she began to place small kisses on his neck, collarbone and chest. He sighed and leaned back onto the porch. She came with him, still kissing him, and his hands slid down from her waist to cup her behind and pull her closer. Their own panting breaths and murmuring filled their ears. One hand reached up to push down her kimono...
"Could you two please do that somewhere else!" came an aggrieved adolescent voice from behind them.
"ORO!" said Kenshin, coming up for air with Kaoru still plastered against him. Her hair was loose and her kimono was coming open in front. Kenshin's top was completely off and hanging by his waist band.
Yahiko stomped by them and went into the dojo without another word.
"No more lessons on the porch, koishii!" he said, breathlessly.
