Hi all! This little ficcie is the product of two minds! Rurouni Angel and Chiruken have teamed up to bring you an original Alternate Pairing Rurouni Kenshin Fanfiction!
"Charmed" is going to be wild, a little crazy and maybe even a little scary at times…especially considering whom the Altered Pair will be!
Now, I feel compelled to add in a few warnings before we get into the fic itself:
1.Alternate Pairing!!! There….that's said.
2.This fic is rated for a decidedly citrus flavor. That means this fic is probably going to turn into a lemon sometime soon.
3.If you have a problem with sexually explicit scenes, dialogue or themes, then this fic is definitely not for you. If you have a problem with Alternate Pairings, then this fic is definitely not for you.
Well, now that that's been said…On with the fic!!!
(Oh…and don't forget to have fun! That's the main goal of this collaboration of Angel and Chiruken.)
Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic
Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X Original Japanese Version ©N. Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment
All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.
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RPG Collaboration between Rurouni Angel & Chiruken
Charmed Part 30
By Angel
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In a desperate attempt to try to put some distance between herself and her incredibly sexy husband, Misao reached outward for the rice balls that had been placed on her side of the bed, scooting discreetly in that direction as well all the while trying to maintain an inconspicuous hold on the thin blanket covering her naked form. Once the elusive rice ball had been located she quickly brought the perfectly round ball to her mouth and started to munch on it, carefully maintaining an innocent expression under her husband's unblinking perusal. And yet she found herself trying to keep the sheets up to cover her body while they mysteriously began sliding off in Saito's direction. Scowling at him didn't seem to help. With an inaudible sigh she wriggled closer…only to find that she had plenty of covers now that she'd stopped trying to inch away from him. She shivered despite the heat of the room and the lingering warmth from her recent bath. Biting her lip to still its trembling she fought to maintain a steady breathing pattern lest she give herself away. Just the thought of what pleasures were awaiting her such a short distance away, separated only by a few measly inches, sent her pulse fluttering like a hummingbird's wings against the base of her throat. Knowing that she was lying naked beside a man that could bring such wonderful responses from her made her hot…deliciously so. And to fuel that increasing warmth was the very real fact that he was laying beside her without a stitch of clothing nor a sheet to cover his gloriously naked body. Her breathing hitched as she forcibly resisted the urge to fan herself.
And all he wants to do is talk?
Shaking her head sharply, Misao tried to listen to her husband's words. Instead she found herself watching his lips move and remembering the way they felt against her, feeling his deep voice wash over her, causing goose bumps to raise on her flesh, wishing for the words to disappear and be replaced instead by erotic sensation again as he touched her, his sensuous lips moving over the places he'd shown her earlier, wanting to feel his tongue following his lips as he coaxed her to full arousal, carried her to the peak, the precipice, urging her closer until she fell, spiraling into the abyss of sensation, calling out his name, begging him to join her in her glory. Shivering as she stuffed another bit of the rice ball into her mouth, her body going into sensual overload just by thinking of the pleasures he'd shown her in the short time they'd been married. Pausing in her chewing she frowned thoughtfully as she pondered briefly what pleasures she could bring for him. She stifled a giggle. A wife's duty, after all, was to please her husband. And I certainly don't want to come up short, now do I? After all…if kihou is please…then so am I! I certainly don't mind that outcome at all…no, not one little bit.
Suddenly her lips turned down into a pout. No matter what anyone says, I still have my honour. Of course, she did enjoy the physical part of her marriage a bit more than what she was supposed to, but Saito managed to make her feel so alive. He made her feel…wanted, needed, and most of all…desirable. Maybe she was a whore if she wanted to feel all these things just like Aoshi-sama had implied, but she didn't care…much. Biting her lip briefly, momentarily betraying her troubled thoughts, she hastily bit into the rice ball and began chewing furiously. Above everything else…more so than her driving need to prove herself to her Okashira, more than her desire to show him that she was a woman and no longer a child…above all of that she wanted Saito to be the one to make her feel these newfound and glorious sensation. She slowed chewing as another thought occurred to her. What came after that? There has to be more than just…well…this… She glanced towards the man reclining at her side, his low voice washing over her in a near perfect and reassuring rumble. I care for him! Don't I? She scowled and shoved the rest of the rice ball into her mouth. Of course I do!
But the word care seemed to have so many definitions. Did she feel only lust for Saito Hajime? Somehow that seemed right, but she knew instinctively that there was more. It wasn't the same as the feelings she had for Shinomori Aoshi…but then again, what exactly did she feel for the Okashira? She didn't know. She honestly didn't know what she was feeling…it was still too new, too fresh for her to find a more in depth definition for her raw emotions. All she knew was that she wanted Saito…and she was glad that they were married and she was able to enjoy him as only a wife could.
"Koneko?" Saito waited for a reply, but his young wife's beautiful sea green eyes remained slightly unfocused. "Misao, are you listening?" He leaned closer to her, eyes focusing briefly on her lips, and the specks of rice left behind by her half-eaten rice ball. "Koneko, have you heard a word I've said?"
Blinking back her surprise as she swallowed what she had in her mouth before popping the other half of the first rice ball into her mouth to prevent the necessity of a verbal response, Misao smiled innocently and shook her head. Trying to tell him without words that she didn't want to talk, she wanted something more…intimate.
Saito's lips twitched upwards into an understanding grin. "We have plenty time for that koneko, no need to rush."
Growling as she picked up another rice ball Misao wondered how he was able to do that. So many times in the last two days he would pick up on what she want to say or was thinking. It was like he held some kind of magic over her. A spell that only he could cast…it was almost frightening.
Biting into the rice ball Misao was half aware that her husband had stopped talking and was currently staring at her lips. Blinking in confusion, Misao darted her tongue out and across her lips wondering if maybe she was dropping some of the rice? But when she gazed back at her husband, Misao was awed. His eyes, for a split second, darkened. Making his eyes color glow a beautiful gold.
Dropping the remains of the rice ball, Misao reached out to gently caress his face, brushing his hair from his eyes, wanting to see the bight unusual color in all its glory. Biting her lip thoughtfully, she wondered what had caused the dramatic change.
"Koneko, how can you tempt me so much?"
With that Misao moaned as she felt her fingers get pulled into his mouth. Watching as he gently sucked on her fingers, Misao wondered briefly how her fingers had got to where they were since she hadn't consciously moved them. Her lips curved upwards into an enticing smile. It wasn't as if she minded…no not in the least. Leaning over to her husband Misao found herself tenderly kissing his neck, gently biting and then swiping her tongue over the spot, easing the tiny sting.
Slipping closer to the heat that was now coming from Saito Misao moaned softly, urgently, begging for his inflaming touch to caress her. Silently begging him to make her come alive like only he could.