Misao swallowed, feeling her throat grow dry from nervousness and anxiety.
She found herself leaning back with no where to go, and Aoshi deliberately
inched closer to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders then and
squeezed gently while pushing her onto the bed. Misao lay flat on her back
as she peered at Aoshi in shock, her heart racing.
"What's wrong Misao? You seem scared." His voice had an edge of mockery in it. He leaned into her incredibly close, the edges of his trench coat brushing against her stomach lightly. Misao could almost feel his breath against her face. He touched her lips lightly with his fingertips, then pressed his own lips to hers firmly.
The sensation felt like electric currents running all through Misao's body, but just as it happened so suddenly, it ended in the exact same way. Aoshi pulled away abruptly and stared down at her, licking his lips lightly.
"Did you like that Misao?" he asked, smirking lightly. She stared at him blankly, wide eyed, at a loss for words, so he spoke again. "Misao, isn't that what you wanted?" He paused for a moment, then added in a whisper, "or is that not enough?"
Misao managed to choke out a hasty response. "Aoshi-sama" She managed to push herself up to a sitting position and scoot backwards enough so she was leaning against the wall, trying to keep her heart from bursting. Her eyes remained focused on Aoshi, but there was a hint of fear in them.
"No response Misao? I guess that means it's enough, for now." His voice had returned to a normal chill as he back off of the bed and stood up, straightening his trench coat as he turned to Misao slightly and smiled. He began to walk away steadily, pausing briefly at the door without turning around.
"You know where to find me Misao, if you ever change your mind."
**Please go on to chapter 3 ---------(
"What's wrong Misao? You seem scared." His voice had an edge of mockery in it. He leaned into her incredibly close, the edges of his trench coat brushing against her stomach lightly. Misao could almost feel his breath against her face. He touched her lips lightly with his fingertips, then pressed his own lips to hers firmly.
The sensation felt like electric currents running all through Misao's body, but just as it happened so suddenly, it ended in the exact same way. Aoshi pulled away abruptly and stared down at her, licking his lips lightly.
"Did you like that Misao?" he asked, smirking lightly. She stared at him blankly, wide eyed, at a loss for words, so he spoke again. "Misao, isn't that what you wanted?" He paused for a moment, then added in a whisper, "or is that not enough?"
Misao managed to choke out a hasty response. "Aoshi-sama" She managed to push herself up to a sitting position and scoot backwards enough so she was leaning against the wall, trying to keep her heart from bursting. Her eyes remained focused on Aoshi, but there was a hint of fear in them.
"No response Misao? I guess that means it's enough, for now." His voice had returned to a normal chill as he back off of the bed and stood up, straightening his trench coat as he turned to Misao slightly and smiled. He began to walk away steadily, pausing briefly at the door without turning around.
"You know where to find me Misao, if you ever change your mind."
**Please go on to chapter 3 ---------(
