Writer's Note: Hee…hi, all. I've been hella busy, so I'm sorry if I haven't read or reviewed or updated in a terribly long time. I fully intend to get back on track and provide some of my own input to everyone's work.
Warning on the Following: Lol…I simply could not update ANY of Mibu Saints until I had this Ao/Meg short written. Apologies go to Cherry Delight who has been ever diligent in her support. The following is…um…a bit risqué and rather…tasty. I've never written anything like this before, but I'm sort of glad I did. Don't kill me!
Disclaimer: Don't own this series, yo. I'm done being clever about it. ^_^
"Wandering Fingertips" by Leila Winters
"Oh my gosh, Meg! You are so killer in that outfit!" Yumi waved her friend over. "Have you seen Makoto at all? He said he'd be here."
The fox tucked her long, black hair behind her ear and looked around the room. "No, sorry, I haven't seen him." She turned her body profile, showing off her slim curves in tight-fitting jeans and red tank top, black heels on her small feet. "Are you sure this looks okay? Not too casual?"
"No, no! It's fine! Totally grade-A sexy!"
Megumi's eyes bulged at the couple sitting on the couch, tongues in a mad duel to the death. The young woman was on her knees, straddling her partner as his hand went under her shirt and cupped a breast.
"They know they're in public, right?" Meg asked, turning slightly red.
"Oh yes, I think it enhances things a bit for Hajime. It's funny, he always struck me as the private type." Yumi's face suddenly lit up. "Maybe it's the girl!"
"You mean…" Tokio? You have got to be kidding me.
They were in the basement of an uppity split-level house with several other "young adults." Besides the couples making out and the glasses of beer being passed around, the screaming girls, the drunk-off-your-ass dancers and the boom box blasting Eminem's "Lose Yourself," there wasn't much to see.
A man nudged Meg from behind. "Hey, you want a drink? He smiled cheekily.
"Um, no. No thanks. I don't drink." She rolled her eyes as the guy slid past her and went over to the next girl. "Idiot." She turned just in time to see Yumi slam one completely down. "Oh my god!"
Her friend looked at her. "Oh, don't be so shocked, Meg. It's a party! Oh! There he is!" With a wink, she slinked off into the arms of her sex god, Makoto Shishio.
Left alone, Megumi watched the crowd of people, feeling slightly detached. She watched as Sano and his buddy, Katsu, tried picking up a microphone and singing "She Hates Me," glasses held in the air in salute. She watched as couples snuck into rooms or fought or flirted. She watched as Kaoru passed out and the poor redhead was trying to drag her into the downstairs kitchen to revive her.
It was not long before the only loud noise was coming from the boom box. Most of the people were knocked out by their own stupidity. Pity.
Her eyes were drawn by a lone figure leaning against the wall near the stairs on the opposite side of the room. He had appeared sporadically throughout the night, always leaning against the wall, watching the people before disappearing again upstairs. It had never occurred to Meg to explore the main floor.
But he was standing there now, clear light eyes watching her, tan trenchcoat hiding the rest of his tall figure. Megumi spied black, cutoff gloves on his lean hands.
Without a word, he turned and slowly began to ascend the stairs. Picking her way around the bodies on the floor, Meg followed him.
Upstairs, there were kids strewn about, too. Hanging off of couches, curled on the floor, leaning up against table legs…it looked like a cult video.
The man in the tan overcoat was walking down a hallway, stepping over the bodies without looking to see whose face it was that he passed. He opened a door to his right and paused to look back at the girl following him. Their eyes met for a moment before he stepped inside, leaving the door open.
Megumi's legs propelled her forward. She took a step past the doorframe. It was a closet. Coats lined both sides of the small walk-in and in the center stood the tall stranger with the light blue eyes. He had removed his overcoat and draped it over a stepladder set slightly to the side of him. Now she could see his body. He was trim, but toned. Black slacks, white button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbow. He had charcoal hair that she imagined getting in his eyes frequently when it wasn't brushed to the side. He was watching her, too.
Silently, he stepped to her, so that they were just a few inches away and Meg had to tilt her head to look him in the face. His gloved fingers twitched at his sides before an arm reached out and closed the door behind her.
He led her by the hand, pulling it, gently at first, before the fury came upon him and he pushed her against the wall, the feel of the cold surface seeping through the fabric at her back. He pressed his body against her, grinding his pelvis into Meg's. His head bent and their lips met furiously. Megumi threw an arm around his shoulders, the other going into his hair. Their lips fought, pushing, pulling against each other. Their tongues clicked and slid and devoured.
The man shifted his attentions and breathed heavily into Meg's ear, nipping and lapping at her neck and jaw. He ground his hips especially hard and Meg closed her eyes at the sensation, inhaling a heady breath. She felt his hands sliding down her sides, loving her curves and finally hooking into the waistline of her jeans. She felt his cool fingers slide along the skin of her flat belly and stop at the center to grasp the zipper.
Megumi's eyes flung open and she pushed at a shoulder so that the guy breathing at her neck would stop distracting her so thoroughly. "Wait. Stop."
The man lifted his head and watched her reaction as he pulled at the lip of her jeans to bring their bodies together again. His eyes had gone a cloudy gray.
"I just…let's go slow, okay?"
Meg thought she saw the corners of the man's mouth lift at her remark. He went wordlessly to the stepladder and sat on the top board, three planks from the floor. He watched her as she approached him slowly and raked a hand through his hair to pull it away from his face.
"Thanks," she said, tipping her head to kiss him fully on the mouth before climbing onto his lap and completely straddling him. His hands went to her back and waist, rubbing and coaxing, all with a sense of propriety, of course. Occasionally, his palms would grasp Megumi's behind and tuck her a little closer to his body when the pressure between their lips grew intense.
Their tongues battled for a long time, darting, sliding, retreating, consuming what they could. Meg thought the guy would try going for her zipper again, but he did not. In fact, he didn't do anything except kiss her back with all the fire she kissed him with.
*
They had been left alone for so long in that closet that it was jarring when someone knocked on the door. Their mouths broke apart.
"Hey, guys! Party's over! Time to head home!"
Both watched the shadow under the door move away and wake other idiots from their stupor.
Silently, Megumi got off of the man's lap and began straightening her clothes. She was about to open the door when she heard him say, "Do you go to parties often?"
She was almost confused. She didn't realize she'd never heard him speak until now.
She turned to face him. He was still sitting on the stepladder, arms resting on his thighs.
"Stupidly, enough, yes. I don't even really like them, but I go anyway." With that, she opened the door and walked out.
End Notes: So…that's chapter one. Hahaha…I amuse myself. The next one will be from Aoshi's POV and will probably be woefully short. (He doesn't make nice, long chapters for some reason.) After that, there's just one more chapter, which will be a mix of both.
What possessed me to write this, you ask? Um…maybe hidden fantasies unleashed? Who knows. I've always considered myself a bit of a brave writer. I just don't like convention, I guess. ("What? No one's written this way? Fine. I'll try it!")
I'm not a citrus writer! I think that takes even more guts than I've got. I like to find the tricks to get AROUND that, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to write THAT. Still, anything before or after is completely fair game. ^_^ (Oh yeah…thought I should let you guys know…I'm not trying to trick you guys or anything. What I write is really what's going on. There's no secret "lingo" going on, no Easter egg trysts. Aoshi and Megumi are very well-behaved children.)
