Writer's Note: ^_^ I totally embarrass easily. If this stuff makes ya blush, well, it makes me blush, too!
Also, I think this fic was partly inspired by Louise Erdrich's Love Medicine. It's a fantastic story about the family tree of two Chippewa families and it's full of forbidden trysts, jealousy, agendas and drunks. (at least the extended version is) She's got a disconnected style to her chapters, jumping timelines and perspectives. This is kinda like that…only in chronological order. :P
"Wandering Fingertips" by Leila Winters
You can be almost certain that on any given weekend, at least one party will be going down. It's the only way to break the monotony of daily life. Today was no exception.
"Aoshi!" Kenshin grinned. "Have a drink!"
"No," he said, walking past the redhead without a glance. He had his tan overcoat folded and draped over an arm as he made his way through the crowd. The girls easily parted for him to check out his legs in the black slacks that were oh so nice and the torso beneath the black dress shirt he wore, top button undone…or the black fingerless gloves that set a completely different tone to his ensemble. Their respective dates glared.
Aoshi made his way to the up-scale suburban kitchen. He leaned against the counter and watched Saitou lead Tokio by the hand into a bedroom.
"Do you love me, Hajime?"
"Don't talk nonsense, Tokio. Let's go."
There was a group of girls creating some noise in the next room. And she was there, pushing her way through the crowd in a tight, long-sleeved red dress that swished around her knees. He watched as someone handed her a drink. She cautiously sniffed the foreign substance and laughed at a joke somebody told while inconspicuously putting the cup on a table untouched. She excused herself and turned to go when she noticed him looking at her. Her jaw went slack and she froze in her tracks.
A group of boys walked in front of her, momentarily obscuring the view they had of each other. When he could see her again, her eyes darted toward the hallway and returned to his steady gaze. She hesitated for a moment before turning and disappearing down the corridor.
Aoshi waited a beat before following, but it was definitely not hesitation that kept him. When he entered the large bathroom, the girl had already seated herself on the counter next to the sink, her back to the enormous mirror that lined the full length of the counter. She was waiting.
He closed the door quietly, throwing his coat on the floor, and stepped toward her, each footfall paced and even. When he was standing between her legs, inches before her, Aoshi looked down into the girl's face. He brought his gloved palms to either side of her cheeks and bent to kiss her. Their lips locked and it wasn't long before he knelt on the counter, pushing the girl completely against the mirror, an arm reaching up to grasp the towel rack near his head.
She was panting against him, disjointed gasps between kisses, breaths that brought their chests and bellies into firmer contact. She was pulling at his shirt, trying to bring him closer, her slim fingers sliding along his sides and back, thrilling at each muscle ridge she touched. She thrust a hand into his hair, yanking his head roughly at an angle to allow her tongue better access. Consequently, it also provided him a clearer gateway with which to proceed.
Aoshi felt each catch in her breath, heard each hulking sigh. The heat was upon them and they pressed as tightly as they could, his knees protesting the hard surface, the mirror rattling with their weight.
The intensity of their meeting so great, they didn't notice the man who opened the door and took a wiz in the toilet.
Still, hot as it was, there were still rules of etiquette to follow that the girl had established at their first encounter. There was no touching underneath the clothes…which also meant that his hands weren't allowed beneath the flimsy skirt she wore. A minor setback, but one he was willing to bear to taste the ripeness of her lips.
He pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers to catch his breath.
"You don't mind if I touch, do you?" the girl asked. Before he could reply, she slipped her fingers into the waistline of his slacks and tugged him to her, the fabric sliding easily against the counter. When he was closer, she removed her fingers and grasped his butt firmly, both cheeks held in her elegant hands.
A small smile touched her lips and her face grew a shade redder. He knew she'd never done that before. Nice.
Just as he was going to zero in for another kiss, the door flung open and a young woman rushed in, her body lurching toward the toilet before throwing up into the porcelain thrown.
Aoshi took the girl by the hand, grabbed his coat, and led her out.
End Note: I like that Meg and Aoshi are so passionate in their meetings…and yet, they don't let that compromise what they think is a step too far. I kinda dread the next chappy. It'll be short, too, but it's the end! I grew attached to these guys, even if it was only for a short time. *sigh*
Upon reflection, I think I am more interested in the workings of their interactions than the ultimate joining. In other words, the discovery of passion is so much more interesting than the discovery of sex. (lol, say it like that, and it makes you sound SO coarse!) But it's true! Sex is like the final destination. "Okay. That's it. We're done." But the foreplay is the fun stuff. "Whee! What can we do today?" Lol…
Anyway, point is, there will be no sex in this fic! No lemony-lime stuff, no tart, and no citrus! (not even of the orange kind!) It's complete sensuality all the way! ^_^ [hmm…maybe I shouldn't have spoiled that for you. Oh well!]
