Tomoko-chan: Yea, well even though I've had this long, I STILL haven't
found a good Aoshi/Kaoru lemon yet. I can't even find a good RK lemon
PERIOD! *sulks* Thanks for helping, guys. You sure are good friends. . .
*Sigh* Anywho, I'm going to try and write this myself. If it sucks, I'm
sorry. I've never done this before. ^_^ And if I get in trouble with FFN
for posting this, I'M BLAMING YOU GUYS! (I know it's not your fault if I
get in trouble, but I'll need someone to be angry at if I get banned. Just
don't tattle, 'Mmm 'K?') Oh, I'm going to combine it with one of my
personally favorite songs, "Your Body Is a Wonderland" by John Mayer. I do
not own that song, but I sure would like to learn how to play it on the
guitar! Warning: This chapter contains parts from Samurai X, the time
between when Kenshin was a child to when he was a teenager about to enter
the Imperialist Army. If you plan on getting the DVD to this, don't read!
It's a great movie, so watch it first! I would hate to ruin it for you. ^_^
*****
"Well, Mr. Himura, I can't see why we should keep you in the hospital tonight. It hasn't been proven why you had the convulsions, but I suppose it could've been from the loss of blood. We can't see any other possible answer, for persons with AIDS don't start their bodily shut-down until they reach the peak of their illness. You may stay if you wish, but after a nurse checks your stitches once more, you may leave." The doctor paused, looking at his clipboard and frowning deeper, if possible. "I would also suggest you see a counselor or therapist discussing. . ."
"I'm not suicidal." Kenshin glared at him firmly. The doctor stared back, unconvinced.
"Very well. I still recommend it, though. The next few years will be hard on you and your loved ones."
"Sure." He sighed sourly. Fool, he thought within his head. He still doesn't remember. He doesn't remember what happened before this life, and the one before that even, but I do. The process was a little messy, but I know. I remember.
I remember. I almost forgot in this life, and even through my sickness in my past life, but I still know.
Kenshin, though through his misfortunes had remembered. He remembered being with Kaoru, and bearing Kenji with her, but not in the safety of a hospital. It had been a cold, empty room occupied only by him, Kaoru, some mysterious woman, and the echoing sound of Kaoru's screams. Yahiko and Sano had stood outside, twiddling their thumbs and drumming their fingers in impatience. He remembered the feeling of a clean kimono on his back after traveling so long with dust in his clothes. He remembered eating a huge meal with friends after going days with out human contact or food of any kind. He remembered smiling and laughing back then.
But he also remembered the Battousai.
He remembered the thrush, the utter thrill of his blade through a man, the blood splattering the walls of the meaningless homes and stores around them. He thought of how the blood gurgled in their throat, and how Kenshin would cut through their last hopes with a twist of his sword. The blood would fall from their mouths like sinister rain.
::You caused it. You caused the rain to bleed.::
And yet. . .
::I never killed for excitement.::
He never murdered for the amusement. He murdered because he was required to do so. The demons and angles battling in his heart were weak back then, and he was simple and loving, like a fool. He cared for everyone below him instead of watching for himself and completing his training, like he should've. Even Tomoe weakened him, in a way. Now in his future life, he remembers nothing after years of never even looking at a sword. He shuddered, disgusted at himself.
I could have been the best, he reminisced. I was at the peak of my life, and fitter than most of Japan combined. Then Tomoe came. If only she hadn't come. Of course I loved her, I adored her. She taught me to see. But I could've been the perfect slayer. Nothing would have pierced through me. But she softened me. I was as easy to deceit as a slab of meat. My scar bleed over her. Even now I remember the sound it made pitter-patting on her auburn journal. I nearly died for her.
Then she had to die for me. . .
I fought in her name, but then I put down my sword, at least the sharp side. I fought not to kill, but protect.
::You can't change the world with one sword, Himura.::
::Even if it's the people I meet on the road or in my home, I can still protect them with one sword.::
But still, I wanted to keep down the Battousai longing for blood within me. I married Kaoru to ease her longing, and left her with Kenji so I could go and help people with my own hands. But then I came home sick, oh so very sick, and. . .
And Kaoru still wanted me that night.
I wanted to protect her but. . . she just wouldn't let me.
That's why I came back in this form, to my name. I should have been born Shinta, but no. I was born as Kenshin because I made a mistake in that part of my life. I needed to keep Kaoru away from me, or she would try and love me again. She would have died too. I don't want her to die.
But I don't know why I was so brutal with her.
Is it the Battousai in me again?
Kenshin touched his newly-stitched scars, wincing slightly.
Is he still inside of me after all of these centuries?
*****
Kaoru pressed Aoshi's shoulder blades closer to hers, deepening their kiss five fold. Her eyes closed passionately as she walked backwards into her apartment, dragging Aoshi with. She pulled the kiss apart momentarily to look into his emerald eyes. She smiled at the sight of his blush.
"Why are you embarrassed?"
"I don't think. . ."
"Shh," she pressed her finger to his lips, soft and gently. "That's right. Don't think. Don't think at all. Just be here."
She draped her arms around his neck and ruffled his shirt collar along with a section of ebony hair. His eyes were still frightened and wide, but they softened at the sight of her contentment, and eventually closed as well. He wrapped his muscle-laden arms around her slim waist and pulled her closer. She let her body slip from her at his touch, and allowed her muscles to ease softly and become as durable as silk.
"Kaoru," Aoshi murmured. "What about Kenji?"
"He'll be fine. Just stay here. Please."
Aoshi had not heard a woman beg for some time. His heart cracked at the memory, but he banished it with another embrace. He buried his face into Kaoru's waterfall of black hair, disappearing into its mystic beauty. With his nose thoroughly covered, he inhaled, taking in the deep scent with a passion unbeknown to him. God, his mind wandered, her hair smells like grass. Perfumed grass.
Kaoru groped Aoshi's back, his shirt crinkling at the sweaty, firm tug of her fingers. He took this as a sub-conscious hint on her part, and allowed his own sturdy hands to slide up her back under her thin tank top. They backed against the nearby entertainment center, Kaoru's spine cushioned by his hand, which tugged relentlessly at the bra buckles. She offered support as she grasped the corner of the fake wooden center, her other arm wrapped around Aoshi's back. With a flip of the fingers, a small snap was heard, and Kaoru's cleavage drooped. He smiled in satisfaction, his palm meandering over her skin until his fingers wrapped around her milky-white breast. Very gently, he squeezed.
Kaoru flinched in an ill combination of pleasure and pain, her hand crushing upon the 'On' button to the stereo. It whirled mechanically for a moment, then a smooth acoustic melody filled the atmosphere.
She smiled weakly in attempts to hide the faint tears which slid down her flawless skin. Aoshi's thumb caught it, pushing up her cheek, making her smile a little stronger. Kaoru gave up her support and dropped both hands to his belt buckle. Her smooth, sculpted fingers seemed to glide easily over each groove until the buckle snapped. She laughed impulsively in amusement.
::We've got a big afternoon::
Aoshi in turn withdrew his hand from her face and began to fumble with the button and zipper to her pants. They fell easily, revealing plain cotton panties, a few holes by the thigh and pubic area, where occasional tuffs of hair peeked through. He pulled harshly and the denim jeans fell to her ankles.
::You've got this room for two::
He nearly gasped at the sight of her silky legs laminated in the moonlight, shining so beautifully in creamy glory that curved smoothly like milk. Kaoru blushed at his wonder, her smile slipping from her lips. Without his notice, she removed his belt and let it fall carelessly to the floor before unbuttoning his own pants. He was wearing deep green boxers that fell a bit at his crotch. Kaoru didn't mind; they would be gone soon anyways.
::One thing now left to do::
Aoshi raised his arms again and pulled the tank top over her head, her ebony hair floating gracefully to her buttocks. Kaoru herself was unbuttoning Aoshi's shirt, each move of her hand lifting his anxiousness. Pulling, nearly ripping, off the shirt, she caressed his many hard, strong stomach muscles. Her eyes widened at the sight of the tan perfection before her, and another tear fell to the ground.
::Discover me, discovering you::
Sighting her tears, he took her head in his hands, fingers intertwining with locks of raven glory, and pressed her face into his chest, muffling the sobs. Kaoru embraced him, squeezing abnormally strong on his torso, tear drifting into the crevasse of her smile.
"I've missed this. . ." She hummed, the sadness caught in her throat.
"I've missed you." Aoshi patted her silky curls tenderly.
::One mile to every inch::
He gently swiveled her to the direction of the couch and laid her slender frame upon it. Her fingers gripped loosely at the leathery side, puzzled by his actions. Facing the wall, and exposing his still shirt-clad back, he removed his pants, then his boxers. Kaoru felt the fear rise in her stomach, mixing dangerously with the lust in her heart. Aoshi peeked over his shoulder, grinning. Kaoru watched dazed, unaware that she herself was pulling down her own panties. She didn't even notice until she was about to look down upon him, when she caught herself and stared at the floor instead. There, her panties stared up at her, the sanitary napkin looming behind them. Kaoru gasped shyly, and looked up at Aoshi in embarrassment. She didn't even make it to his stomach.
"Oh, my. . ." She nearly erupted in child-like giggles. His member seemed so much larger in comparison with Kenshin; it was like holding a flea next to an elephant. She covered her mouth, blushing like a school girl after her first kiss. Aoshi felt a laugh rise in his mouth as well, but morphed it into a clever smirk.
::Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubble-gum tongue::
Aoshi took a step, and seemed to slide the rest of the distance to Kaoru. Her face grew hot in realization when his nose touched hers. She had never felt so CLOSE to another person, even with Kenshin. Aoshi's eyes were steady and dark, like a deep forest.
"Kaoru, I'm giving you one more chance. From here on, I won't be able to stop myself. But I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to, or anything that you think is wrong. So please, answer me, and look me in the eye." He glared. "Do you want this?"
An unexpected lump of guilt gathered in her mouth like bile, sour, hot and rushing. She averted her gaze, the last of many tears fleeing from her cheeks, heated with the fever of choice. Did she want it? Of course; she almost needed it. Was it right? That was the true question. Kenshin cheated on her. That's why she divorced him (or will be, tomorrow, she concluded). But why would she sink to such a low level to satisfy this hunger? She would be no better then Kenshin.
But HE was better than Kenshin. He cared for her, and took her opinion into his heart. Where Kenshin would brush her aside like a whisk of paper, Aoshi would hold it, and treat her like a pallet for his next masterpiece. His words flowed like water and washed away her doubts in places where Kenshin would stay silent, like a dammed up river.
Tears choked her thoughts. "I. . . I do. . ."
Her heart ached with rekindled passion. It was as if she were repeating her wedding vows to this man. She raised her hand to his neck, spreading his midnight hair between her finger tips, and brought their lips together.
::And if you want love, we'll make it::
Aoshi kissed back, his tongue ravishing against hers. Holding her head gently, he moved her frames from the couch to the floor. With a whisk of his fingers, he pulled the near-by magenta blanket over their naked bodies, the tips of his bangs tickling Kaoru's face.
::Swimming a deep sea of blankets::
Kaoru lifted her leg, stroking Aoshi's thigh with her toes. She closed her eyes, awaiting his response. Allowing his head to fall to her chest, his mouth caressed the valley between her breasts. Gently planting kisses along the silky mounds, his lips wandered like a hungry infant, desiring the milk within his mother's glory. Eventually, Aoshi locked onto her nipple and began suckling, his teeth occasionally scrapping against the tender tissue.
"Aoshi. . ." Kaoru moaned, pushing his shoulders.
::Take all you big plans and break 'em::
"What?" He paused, looking at her over the milky mountains that separated them. "Do you want me to stop?"
::This is bound to be why. . .::
"No," She begged, hugging him closer. "No, don't ever stop."
::Your body is a wonderland. . .
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland. . .::
Aoshi moved his head to the space between her head and shoulders. He mouthed her ear tenderly in the crook of her neck, his hand moving to her breast and cupping it while his middle finger glided over her hardened nipple. His hands are so warm, she confessed mentally through her spasms of pleasure. She felt their ebony hair blending like magic, becoming one with each other.
::Something bounds the way the hair falls in your face::
Kaoru felt his manhood pressing up against her leg, angered and impatient. "Go ahead," she whispered without thinking.
"Hm?" Aoshi's voice came out muffled by the layers of hair by his mouth. Kaoru fingered the hair at the base of his head with one hand while the other one began to linger dangerously close to. . .
"Kaoru!" Aoshi suddenly exclaimed, his head popping up. She giggled.
"I said go ahead. I'm ready for you. Please don't make me wait anymore." Her fingertips still lingered on him even after they left. Aoshi wished they hadn't. Her hands made him feel like he was being wrapped in silk. Silk that slid over him slowly and temptingly.
::I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillow case::
He moved his member into her, her hairs brushing softly against his tip, making him shiver. Kaoru let her arms fall restlessly by her waves of raven hair, which was spread out wildly over the carpet. She watched him in virgin-like wonder, his own forest eyes gleaming with a friendly hue upon her, a sad smile on his face. She felt him push into her, and with a satisfied whimper, she closed her eyes again.
"More," She pleaded.
"Where?"
"Right there, please. More. . ."
::You tell me where to go, and though I may leave to find it. . .::
He nearly laughed. He thrust into her again, sending a rush of trembles through her body. "Right there?" He inquired, a smug smile on his face. A slick of sweat began to bead her forehead from the body heat. She nodded, breathless.
::I'll never let your head hit the bed with out my hand behind it::
Aoshi brushed away a mess of bangs from her face, her perspiration mixing with his own. His pale cheeks began to gain color as the heated fever rushed to them. Kaoru's legs wrapped around his, squeezing tightly with intense pleasure.
::You want love? We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea of blankets
Take all your big plans, and break 'em
This is bound to be why. . .::
"Please, Aoshi, don't make me wait anymore. I can't bare it." She hissed through clenched teeth, bound by the great emotions surrounding her. Aoshi moved one of his hands to one of hers, and intertwined their fingers. She squeezed harshly, and he thrust into her.
"Ah!"
::Your body is a wonderland. . .
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland. . .::
A burst of tears rose to her eyes, but a soft smile clung to her lips, hanging on dearly. "More," she begged, squeezing his hand harder. He took his other hand and slid it under her spine, causing her to arch her back. He thrust again, grunting lightly, and squeezed her hand in return. Kaoru's legs unraveled from Aoshi's, pounding onto the floor from the rapture.
::Damn, baby::
"Damn," Aoshi grunted again, pushing into her again. He was getting tired, he realized, the sweat dripping into his eyes. No, God, please, he pleaded mentally. Give me more strength. Just a little more for her.
::You frustrate me::
Kaoru flopped a lifeless arm onto the carpet, and Aoshi felt her go a little limp. He thrust again, and her once weak fingers seized and clawed into the carpet. She felt the pleasure within her rising, but she was so tired. Droplets of sweat fell from her forehead into her flowing hair that spread out onto the floor like a black fan.
::I know you're mine, all mine, all mine
But you look so good, it hurts sometimes::
They gazed at each other, lost in their eyes. Aoshi brushed away a strand of her midnight hair that was stuck to her cheek with sweat. "You're so beautiful, Kaoru." He whispered. Her face grew even hotter as tears gathered in her throat. "You're so gorgeous I can't stand it." He continued, smiling weakly.
Kenshin had never said such a thing to her.
::Your body is a wonderland. . .
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland. . .::
Tears spilled onto her cheeks, feeling like blissful miracles upon her heated face. Aoshi kissed her forehead, his lips brushing softly against her skin tenderly before pushing himself into her one last time. She closed her eyes contently, feeling as his juices poured into her, slow and gently, as if they didn't want to hurt her either. Kaoru moved her sweaty palm from Aoshi's hand and wrapped her arms around him in embrace.
::I'll never slip for you again
Now there's no reason
I have enough of this love in my hands
To last all season
All season 'round
Bup-bup-bup
Badda-bum-bada
Bup-bup-bup
Badda-bum-a::
"I love you, Aoshi."
"I love, Kaoru."
*****
Sanoske and Yahiko stared at each other, restraining themselves by plastering smiles over their bursting mouths. No more groans or bumps on the floor came through their ceiling, so they presumed it safe. They exploded in a fit a giggles, laughing their dark-haired heads off.
"Well, I bet Kaoru-chan's feeling much better now!"
"I think so too. I think she just had a little itch. I pray it's thoroughly scratched; I was afraid Kenji would wake up from all of the noise."
"That's some fuckin' harsh prescription for such a stupid thing as an itch." Sano chuckled, staring at the ceiling. "I can tell you that much."
*****
"Mr. Himura, you have a visitor."
The nurse's head bobbed in like a ping-pong ball. Kenshin hardly flinched at the surprise outburst. He had been debating whether or not he should eat the hospital food in front of him or not. He had sampled the cookie, which had looked appetizing enough, but very quickly spat it out in disgust. If he couldn't eat the cookie (which looked like the tastiest thing there) how could he eat any of the other foods that didn't look half as good? He glared up from his concentration, sending a fit of shivers down the nurse's spine.
"Is it a female, black hair, blue eyes?"
"W-why yes. . ." The nurse was tempted to back away from the door. She'd heard rumors in the coffee room that this man's eyes could turn into a swift gold and freeze you right there on the spot with fear. How he knew who his visitor was, she couldn't fathom.
"Is her hair short, or long?"
"Oh, um, short, with a long ponytail." She exhaled, glad he wasn't completely psychic. His eyes perked up as one of beautiful smile graced his lips. He seemed to transform before her eyes.
"Fantastic. Send her in."
The nurse nodded and ran away scurrying. Kenshin sighed happily while moving the un-judged food onto the nightstand. He wouldn't have to decide its fate today; he was hitting Burger King before going with Misao. He'd already changed into his jeans, and was removing the pale-green hospital dress when Misao walked in, her hair a shiny wet from her shower.
"Hey," His voice was muffled by the papery clothing. She blushed for an un-known reason, and averted her gaze to the ground.
"Hi."
"Come to give me a ride?" He reached for a shirt that Misao had brought for him earlier. She nodded solemnly, looking nearly ashamed of something. He paused, letting the shirt hang in his palm at his side. He crossed over to her, about to place a hand on her back in comfort. "What's wrong?"
He felt her quiver under his touch. "N-nothing. . ." she whispered, cringing.
"Tell me." He gave her shoulder an assertive squeeze.
"I. . ." She had to force it from herself. "I've been remembering these things. . ."
Kenshin's eyes perked again in concern. "What things?"
"Thing about you, me, Aoshi, and. . ." She trailed off, uncertain. "And I think your wife and son. There are these two men and a woman I don't know, but I've been seeing things from a long time ago." A tear fell onto the blinding linoleum tile. She sputtered a sob in attempts to laugh nervously. "But they're not from yesterday, or a month ago, or years ago. They're from DECADES ago." Misao sniffled, rubbing her eyes. "Silly, ne? I must sound crazy."
Suddenly, she felt Kenshin swivel her around and lock her in a tight embrace. Her words fled her, leaving her helpless to his unexpected hug. He patted her back tenderly, like a brother.
"You remembered."
*****
He didn't wear a condom.
Kaoru hadn't woken up yet, but the thought crashed in her mind clearly and legibly. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She cursed herself mentally. She'd been itching to fuck him so badly, she didn't even give it a second thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid. No protection, no birth control, nothing. Kaoru no baka, she beat herself.
If she got pregnant. . .
She couldn't even imagine what would happen to her, or Kenji. Sure, Aoshi seemed nice enough, and sure he was a great fuck, but he was probably gone right now, giving an excuse to his wife why he was late. She didn't have the time, money, or room to have a baby. And what if he had AIDS, like Kenshin's whore? She didn't ask or do anything but screw the god damn bastard!
Kaoru could only pray that God had nothing better to do than re- direct Aoshi Shinomori's sperm.
*****
Tomoko-chan: Ungh, sorry this took so fuckin' long. I just had NO ideas for this one. Blah. . . Anywho, please comment on this (no flames, god dammit!) and give some constructive criticism. This was my first lemon, so be gentle. Also, I've started two new fanfics: and Inuyasha one, and a Kingdom Hearts one. Hikari has been up for a while, but no one has commented. Please save Hikari and grace it with a review! Just One Night, Gimme Just One Night, however, is brand new. Its survival depends on you!
NOTE: More new fanfics will be created, finished, and perfected for a while. Please be patient with updates.
Ja ne! ^_^
*****
"Well, Mr. Himura, I can't see why we should keep you in the hospital tonight. It hasn't been proven why you had the convulsions, but I suppose it could've been from the loss of blood. We can't see any other possible answer, for persons with AIDS don't start their bodily shut-down until they reach the peak of their illness. You may stay if you wish, but after a nurse checks your stitches once more, you may leave." The doctor paused, looking at his clipboard and frowning deeper, if possible. "I would also suggest you see a counselor or therapist discussing. . ."
"I'm not suicidal." Kenshin glared at him firmly. The doctor stared back, unconvinced.
"Very well. I still recommend it, though. The next few years will be hard on you and your loved ones."
"Sure." He sighed sourly. Fool, he thought within his head. He still doesn't remember. He doesn't remember what happened before this life, and the one before that even, but I do. The process was a little messy, but I know. I remember.
I remember. I almost forgot in this life, and even through my sickness in my past life, but I still know.
Kenshin, though through his misfortunes had remembered. He remembered being with Kaoru, and bearing Kenji with her, but not in the safety of a hospital. It had been a cold, empty room occupied only by him, Kaoru, some mysterious woman, and the echoing sound of Kaoru's screams. Yahiko and Sano had stood outside, twiddling their thumbs and drumming their fingers in impatience. He remembered the feeling of a clean kimono on his back after traveling so long with dust in his clothes. He remembered eating a huge meal with friends after going days with out human contact or food of any kind. He remembered smiling and laughing back then.
But he also remembered the Battousai.
He remembered the thrush, the utter thrill of his blade through a man, the blood splattering the walls of the meaningless homes and stores around them. He thought of how the blood gurgled in their throat, and how Kenshin would cut through their last hopes with a twist of his sword. The blood would fall from their mouths like sinister rain.
::You caused it. You caused the rain to bleed.::
And yet. . .
::I never killed for excitement.::
He never murdered for the amusement. He murdered because he was required to do so. The demons and angles battling in his heart were weak back then, and he was simple and loving, like a fool. He cared for everyone below him instead of watching for himself and completing his training, like he should've. Even Tomoe weakened him, in a way. Now in his future life, he remembers nothing after years of never even looking at a sword. He shuddered, disgusted at himself.
I could have been the best, he reminisced. I was at the peak of my life, and fitter than most of Japan combined. Then Tomoe came. If only she hadn't come. Of course I loved her, I adored her. She taught me to see. But I could've been the perfect slayer. Nothing would have pierced through me. But she softened me. I was as easy to deceit as a slab of meat. My scar bleed over her. Even now I remember the sound it made pitter-patting on her auburn journal. I nearly died for her.
Then she had to die for me. . .
I fought in her name, but then I put down my sword, at least the sharp side. I fought not to kill, but protect.
::You can't change the world with one sword, Himura.::
::Even if it's the people I meet on the road or in my home, I can still protect them with one sword.::
But still, I wanted to keep down the Battousai longing for blood within me. I married Kaoru to ease her longing, and left her with Kenji so I could go and help people with my own hands. But then I came home sick, oh so very sick, and. . .
And Kaoru still wanted me that night.
I wanted to protect her but. . . she just wouldn't let me.
That's why I came back in this form, to my name. I should have been born Shinta, but no. I was born as Kenshin because I made a mistake in that part of my life. I needed to keep Kaoru away from me, or she would try and love me again. She would have died too. I don't want her to die.
But I don't know why I was so brutal with her.
Is it the Battousai in me again?
Kenshin touched his newly-stitched scars, wincing slightly.
Is he still inside of me after all of these centuries?
*****
Kaoru pressed Aoshi's shoulder blades closer to hers, deepening their kiss five fold. Her eyes closed passionately as she walked backwards into her apartment, dragging Aoshi with. She pulled the kiss apart momentarily to look into his emerald eyes. She smiled at the sight of his blush.
"Why are you embarrassed?"
"I don't think. . ."
"Shh," she pressed her finger to his lips, soft and gently. "That's right. Don't think. Don't think at all. Just be here."
She draped her arms around his neck and ruffled his shirt collar along with a section of ebony hair. His eyes were still frightened and wide, but they softened at the sight of her contentment, and eventually closed as well. He wrapped his muscle-laden arms around her slim waist and pulled her closer. She let her body slip from her at his touch, and allowed her muscles to ease softly and become as durable as silk.
"Kaoru," Aoshi murmured. "What about Kenji?"
"He'll be fine. Just stay here. Please."
Aoshi had not heard a woman beg for some time. His heart cracked at the memory, but he banished it with another embrace. He buried his face into Kaoru's waterfall of black hair, disappearing into its mystic beauty. With his nose thoroughly covered, he inhaled, taking in the deep scent with a passion unbeknown to him. God, his mind wandered, her hair smells like grass. Perfumed grass.
Kaoru groped Aoshi's back, his shirt crinkling at the sweaty, firm tug of her fingers. He took this as a sub-conscious hint on her part, and allowed his own sturdy hands to slide up her back under her thin tank top. They backed against the nearby entertainment center, Kaoru's spine cushioned by his hand, which tugged relentlessly at the bra buckles. She offered support as she grasped the corner of the fake wooden center, her other arm wrapped around Aoshi's back. With a flip of the fingers, a small snap was heard, and Kaoru's cleavage drooped. He smiled in satisfaction, his palm meandering over her skin until his fingers wrapped around her milky-white breast. Very gently, he squeezed.
Kaoru flinched in an ill combination of pleasure and pain, her hand crushing upon the 'On' button to the stereo. It whirled mechanically for a moment, then a smooth acoustic melody filled the atmosphere.
She smiled weakly in attempts to hide the faint tears which slid down her flawless skin. Aoshi's thumb caught it, pushing up her cheek, making her smile a little stronger. Kaoru gave up her support and dropped both hands to his belt buckle. Her smooth, sculpted fingers seemed to glide easily over each groove until the buckle snapped. She laughed impulsively in amusement.
::We've got a big afternoon::
Aoshi in turn withdrew his hand from her face and began to fumble with the button and zipper to her pants. They fell easily, revealing plain cotton panties, a few holes by the thigh and pubic area, where occasional tuffs of hair peeked through. He pulled harshly and the denim jeans fell to her ankles.
::You've got this room for two::
He nearly gasped at the sight of her silky legs laminated in the moonlight, shining so beautifully in creamy glory that curved smoothly like milk. Kaoru blushed at his wonder, her smile slipping from her lips. Without his notice, she removed his belt and let it fall carelessly to the floor before unbuttoning his own pants. He was wearing deep green boxers that fell a bit at his crotch. Kaoru didn't mind; they would be gone soon anyways.
::One thing now left to do::
Aoshi raised his arms again and pulled the tank top over her head, her ebony hair floating gracefully to her buttocks. Kaoru herself was unbuttoning Aoshi's shirt, each move of her hand lifting his anxiousness. Pulling, nearly ripping, off the shirt, she caressed his many hard, strong stomach muscles. Her eyes widened at the sight of the tan perfection before her, and another tear fell to the ground.
::Discover me, discovering you::
Sighting her tears, he took her head in his hands, fingers intertwining with locks of raven glory, and pressed her face into his chest, muffling the sobs. Kaoru embraced him, squeezing abnormally strong on his torso, tear drifting into the crevasse of her smile.
"I've missed this. . ." She hummed, the sadness caught in her throat.
"I've missed you." Aoshi patted her silky curls tenderly.
::One mile to every inch::
He gently swiveled her to the direction of the couch and laid her slender frame upon it. Her fingers gripped loosely at the leathery side, puzzled by his actions. Facing the wall, and exposing his still shirt-clad back, he removed his pants, then his boxers. Kaoru felt the fear rise in her stomach, mixing dangerously with the lust in her heart. Aoshi peeked over his shoulder, grinning. Kaoru watched dazed, unaware that she herself was pulling down her own panties. She didn't even notice until she was about to look down upon him, when she caught herself and stared at the floor instead. There, her panties stared up at her, the sanitary napkin looming behind them. Kaoru gasped shyly, and looked up at Aoshi in embarrassment. She didn't even make it to his stomach.
"Oh, my. . ." She nearly erupted in child-like giggles. His member seemed so much larger in comparison with Kenshin; it was like holding a flea next to an elephant. She covered her mouth, blushing like a school girl after her first kiss. Aoshi felt a laugh rise in his mouth as well, but morphed it into a clever smirk.
::Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubble-gum tongue::
Aoshi took a step, and seemed to slide the rest of the distance to Kaoru. Her face grew hot in realization when his nose touched hers. She had never felt so CLOSE to another person, even with Kenshin. Aoshi's eyes were steady and dark, like a deep forest.
"Kaoru, I'm giving you one more chance. From here on, I won't be able to stop myself. But I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to, or anything that you think is wrong. So please, answer me, and look me in the eye." He glared. "Do you want this?"
An unexpected lump of guilt gathered in her mouth like bile, sour, hot and rushing. She averted her gaze, the last of many tears fleeing from her cheeks, heated with the fever of choice. Did she want it? Of course; she almost needed it. Was it right? That was the true question. Kenshin cheated on her. That's why she divorced him (or will be, tomorrow, she concluded). But why would she sink to such a low level to satisfy this hunger? She would be no better then Kenshin.
But HE was better than Kenshin. He cared for her, and took her opinion into his heart. Where Kenshin would brush her aside like a whisk of paper, Aoshi would hold it, and treat her like a pallet for his next masterpiece. His words flowed like water and washed away her doubts in places where Kenshin would stay silent, like a dammed up river.
Tears choked her thoughts. "I. . . I do. . ."
Her heart ached with rekindled passion. It was as if she were repeating her wedding vows to this man. She raised her hand to his neck, spreading his midnight hair between her finger tips, and brought their lips together.
::And if you want love, we'll make it::
Aoshi kissed back, his tongue ravishing against hers. Holding her head gently, he moved her frames from the couch to the floor. With a whisk of his fingers, he pulled the near-by magenta blanket over their naked bodies, the tips of his bangs tickling Kaoru's face.
::Swimming a deep sea of blankets::
Kaoru lifted her leg, stroking Aoshi's thigh with her toes. She closed her eyes, awaiting his response. Allowing his head to fall to her chest, his mouth caressed the valley between her breasts. Gently planting kisses along the silky mounds, his lips wandered like a hungry infant, desiring the milk within his mother's glory. Eventually, Aoshi locked onto her nipple and began suckling, his teeth occasionally scrapping against the tender tissue.
"Aoshi. . ." Kaoru moaned, pushing his shoulders.
::Take all you big plans and break 'em::
"What?" He paused, looking at her over the milky mountains that separated them. "Do you want me to stop?"
::This is bound to be why. . .::
"No," She begged, hugging him closer. "No, don't ever stop."
::Your body is a wonderland. . .
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland. . .::
Aoshi moved his head to the space between her head and shoulders. He mouthed her ear tenderly in the crook of her neck, his hand moving to her breast and cupping it while his middle finger glided over her hardened nipple. His hands are so warm, she confessed mentally through her spasms of pleasure. She felt their ebony hair blending like magic, becoming one with each other.
::Something bounds the way the hair falls in your face::
Kaoru felt his manhood pressing up against her leg, angered and impatient. "Go ahead," she whispered without thinking.
"Hm?" Aoshi's voice came out muffled by the layers of hair by his mouth. Kaoru fingered the hair at the base of his head with one hand while the other one began to linger dangerously close to. . .
"Kaoru!" Aoshi suddenly exclaimed, his head popping up. She giggled.
"I said go ahead. I'm ready for you. Please don't make me wait anymore." Her fingertips still lingered on him even after they left. Aoshi wished they hadn't. Her hands made him feel like he was being wrapped in silk. Silk that slid over him slowly and temptingly.
::I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillow case::
He moved his member into her, her hairs brushing softly against his tip, making him shiver. Kaoru let her arms fall restlessly by her waves of raven hair, which was spread out wildly over the carpet. She watched him in virgin-like wonder, his own forest eyes gleaming with a friendly hue upon her, a sad smile on his face. She felt him push into her, and with a satisfied whimper, she closed her eyes again.
"More," She pleaded.
"Where?"
"Right there, please. More. . ."
::You tell me where to go, and though I may leave to find it. . .::
He nearly laughed. He thrust into her again, sending a rush of trembles through her body. "Right there?" He inquired, a smug smile on his face. A slick of sweat began to bead her forehead from the body heat. She nodded, breathless.
::I'll never let your head hit the bed with out my hand behind it::
Aoshi brushed away a mess of bangs from her face, her perspiration mixing with his own. His pale cheeks began to gain color as the heated fever rushed to them. Kaoru's legs wrapped around his, squeezing tightly with intense pleasure.
::You want love? We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea of blankets
Take all your big plans, and break 'em
This is bound to be why. . .::
"Please, Aoshi, don't make me wait anymore. I can't bare it." She hissed through clenched teeth, bound by the great emotions surrounding her. Aoshi moved one of his hands to one of hers, and intertwined their fingers. She squeezed harshly, and he thrust into her.
"Ah!"
::Your body is a wonderland. . .
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland. . .::
A burst of tears rose to her eyes, but a soft smile clung to her lips, hanging on dearly. "More," she begged, squeezing his hand harder. He took his other hand and slid it under her spine, causing her to arch her back. He thrust again, grunting lightly, and squeezed her hand in return. Kaoru's legs unraveled from Aoshi's, pounding onto the floor from the rapture.
::Damn, baby::
"Damn," Aoshi grunted again, pushing into her again. He was getting tired, he realized, the sweat dripping into his eyes. No, God, please, he pleaded mentally. Give me more strength. Just a little more for her.
::You frustrate me::
Kaoru flopped a lifeless arm onto the carpet, and Aoshi felt her go a little limp. He thrust again, and her once weak fingers seized and clawed into the carpet. She felt the pleasure within her rising, but she was so tired. Droplets of sweat fell from her forehead into her flowing hair that spread out onto the floor like a black fan.
::I know you're mine, all mine, all mine
But you look so good, it hurts sometimes::
They gazed at each other, lost in their eyes. Aoshi brushed away a strand of her midnight hair that was stuck to her cheek with sweat. "You're so beautiful, Kaoru." He whispered. Her face grew even hotter as tears gathered in her throat. "You're so gorgeous I can't stand it." He continued, smiling weakly.
Kenshin had never said such a thing to her.
::Your body is a wonderland. . .
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body is a wonderland. . .::
Tears spilled onto her cheeks, feeling like blissful miracles upon her heated face. Aoshi kissed her forehead, his lips brushing softly against her skin tenderly before pushing himself into her one last time. She closed her eyes contently, feeling as his juices poured into her, slow and gently, as if they didn't want to hurt her either. Kaoru moved her sweaty palm from Aoshi's hand and wrapped her arms around him in embrace.
::I'll never slip for you again
Now there's no reason
I have enough of this love in my hands
To last all season
All season 'round
Bup-bup-bup
Badda-bum-bada
Bup-bup-bup
Badda-bum-a::
"I love you, Aoshi."
"I love, Kaoru."
*****
Sanoske and Yahiko stared at each other, restraining themselves by plastering smiles over their bursting mouths. No more groans or bumps on the floor came through their ceiling, so they presumed it safe. They exploded in a fit a giggles, laughing their dark-haired heads off.
"Well, I bet Kaoru-chan's feeling much better now!"
"I think so too. I think she just had a little itch. I pray it's thoroughly scratched; I was afraid Kenji would wake up from all of the noise."
"That's some fuckin' harsh prescription for such a stupid thing as an itch." Sano chuckled, staring at the ceiling. "I can tell you that much."
*****
"Mr. Himura, you have a visitor."
The nurse's head bobbed in like a ping-pong ball. Kenshin hardly flinched at the surprise outburst. He had been debating whether or not he should eat the hospital food in front of him or not. He had sampled the cookie, which had looked appetizing enough, but very quickly spat it out in disgust. If he couldn't eat the cookie (which looked like the tastiest thing there) how could he eat any of the other foods that didn't look half as good? He glared up from his concentration, sending a fit of shivers down the nurse's spine.
"Is it a female, black hair, blue eyes?"
"W-why yes. . ." The nurse was tempted to back away from the door. She'd heard rumors in the coffee room that this man's eyes could turn into a swift gold and freeze you right there on the spot with fear. How he knew who his visitor was, she couldn't fathom.
"Is her hair short, or long?"
"Oh, um, short, with a long ponytail." She exhaled, glad he wasn't completely psychic. His eyes perked up as one of beautiful smile graced his lips. He seemed to transform before her eyes.
"Fantastic. Send her in."
The nurse nodded and ran away scurrying. Kenshin sighed happily while moving the un-judged food onto the nightstand. He wouldn't have to decide its fate today; he was hitting Burger King before going with Misao. He'd already changed into his jeans, and was removing the pale-green hospital dress when Misao walked in, her hair a shiny wet from her shower.
"Hey," His voice was muffled by the papery clothing. She blushed for an un-known reason, and averted her gaze to the ground.
"Hi."
"Come to give me a ride?" He reached for a shirt that Misao had brought for him earlier. She nodded solemnly, looking nearly ashamed of something. He paused, letting the shirt hang in his palm at his side. He crossed over to her, about to place a hand on her back in comfort. "What's wrong?"
He felt her quiver under his touch. "N-nothing. . ." she whispered, cringing.
"Tell me." He gave her shoulder an assertive squeeze.
"I. . ." She had to force it from herself. "I've been remembering these things. . ."
Kenshin's eyes perked again in concern. "What things?"
"Thing about you, me, Aoshi, and. . ." She trailed off, uncertain. "And I think your wife and son. There are these two men and a woman I don't know, but I've been seeing things from a long time ago." A tear fell onto the blinding linoleum tile. She sputtered a sob in attempts to laugh nervously. "But they're not from yesterday, or a month ago, or years ago. They're from DECADES ago." Misao sniffled, rubbing her eyes. "Silly, ne? I must sound crazy."
Suddenly, she felt Kenshin swivel her around and lock her in a tight embrace. Her words fled her, leaving her helpless to his unexpected hug. He patted her back tenderly, like a brother.
"You remembered."
*****
He didn't wear a condom.
Kaoru hadn't woken up yet, but the thought crashed in her mind clearly and legibly. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She cursed herself mentally. She'd been itching to fuck him so badly, she didn't even give it a second thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid. No protection, no birth control, nothing. Kaoru no baka, she beat herself.
If she got pregnant. . .
She couldn't even imagine what would happen to her, or Kenji. Sure, Aoshi seemed nice enough, and sure he was a great fuck, but he was probably gone right now, giving an excuse to his wife why he was late. She didn't have the time, money, or room to have a baby. And what if he had AIDS, like Kenshin's whore? She didn't ask or do anything but screw the god damn bastard!
Kaoru could only pray that God had nothing better to do than re- direct Aoshi Shinomori's sperm.
*****
Tomoko-chan: Ungh, sorry this took so fuckin' long. I just had NO ideas for this one. Blah. . . Anywho, please comment on this (no flames, god dammit!) and give some constructive criticism. This was my first lemon, so be gentle. Also, I've started two new fanfics: and Inuyasha one, and a Kingdom Hearts one. Hikari has been up for a while, but no one has commented. Please save Hikari and grace it with a review! Just One Night, Gimme Just One Night, however, is brand new. Its survival depends on you!
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