Writer's Note:  Ah, the end of the story.  Much love to my couple!  ^_^  I guess what I want to say before y'all read the conclusion is…thanks for reading!  I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing!  (OMG…the times I burst out laughing at the stuff I was putting down on paper!)

I don't know why so much passion in me's gotta be purged, but I feel great after having completed this thing!  I hope it shows that this is one of my babies!

"Wandering Fingertips" by Leila Winters (completely by accident!)

            Meg, wearing form-fitting blue jeans and a white button-up that she tied at her belly, looked around at the kids she would be saying goodbye to soon.  They were graduated and would all be going their separate ways.

            The party was wild.  Kids were dancing on top of furniture, screaming showtune melodies at the top of their lungs.  Drinks were overflowing and spilling onto the carpet.  Kaoru was in the corner blubbering like a baby and the redhead was trying to hand her a cup to sedate her.

            "It'll be okay…we'll still see each other," he said, patting her back reassuringly.

            "I know, K-Kenshin…b-but I'm gonna miss everybody!"

            Megumi sighed, leaning her head against the wall.  This was it.

*

            Aoshi was walking around the party, ignoring the faces of supreme joy—people making complete asses of themselves and drinking themselves sick.  It was too warm for his jacket, but he still kept his dress neat, his customary black slacks displaying his long legs rather nicely, along with a white wife-beater and open white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

            "Well, aren't we lah-dee-dah!" Sanosuke shoved lightly at his shoulder.

            "You're drunk, Sagara, get out of my face."

            "Hey, fuck you!  Today's the day to make nice with everyone!"

            Aoshi's pale eyes flashed.  "I don't make nice with anyone."  He pushed his way past the youngster and saw her.

*

            He was talking to Sano.  He looked angry.

            She was standing alone against a wall.  She seemed preoccupied.

            He was walking toward her with a sense of purpose, their eyes had locked.  She was suddenly struck by the unusual color and wondered why she hadn't noticed them before.

            She was staring at him with a strange look in her eyes, as though she'd only seen them for the first time, her dark eyes big and blank.  She smiled when they were near enough to hear each other.

            "Looks like we both have similar tastes," Megumi said, fingering the fabric at his shoulder.  "What do you think?"  She tugged at the ends of his shirt, making them flap slightly in slow motion.

            Aoshi stepped closer, tilting his head to the side.  "I think it looks better on you."

            He kissed her forehead and took her by the hand.  No one glanced their way as he led her through the crowd, their fingers curled lightly around each others'.  He pulled her into a bedroom after jingling the knob for a bit, and shut the door.  It was fairly dark and he released her hand to sit on the edge of the bed.

            She hesitated before climbing onto the mattress behind him.  He felt her hands on his shoulders; she felt the muscles tense slightly at her touch.  She kneaded the tendons for a bit before dropping a lingering kiss on the side of his neck.

            He felt her knees at his back and her hands sliding down his chest and torso.  He inhaled a tense, slow breath as he felt her fingers sneaking beneath his wife-beater, fingers caressing his skin, moving up his front with exploratory hands.

            Their heads were close as she let her hands roam.  It was a small matter to turn his head and catch her parted lips before she could make a sound.

            She felt the hitch in his breath when she lightly raked her nails across his stomach.  His back was warm against the front of her body.

            She was kissing him with ardor now, her hands at his shoulders coaxed him back onto the bed, his legs still dangling off of the edge of the mattress.

            She flipped her hair, coming around the side of him.  She threw a leg over him and he felt her weight on his abdomen.

            She straddled him, rising and falling with his breaths, smiling when his hands went to her waist.

            "No fingerless gloves today?  I found them sexy."

            She leaned over him and they kissed again, longer this time, slow, savoring the ease with which their mouths met.  His hands went to the knot in her shirt and she sat up, laughing.

            "You are a presumptuous man."

            "You are the one who reached under my shirt first."

            He watched as she placed her hands deliberately on his chest.  "You should know that's different.  Girls aren't allowed to walk around without their tops."

            He shrugged and brought his hands to her face to pull her lips to his.  They cushioned and smacked, pressed and tasted.

            She felt the mattress at her back and he was there, lying along the length of her, all around her, warming her and touching her.

            His tongue was snaking around the top of her mouth, coiling and uncoiling until her toes curled.  He was about to lift her bottom and settle her against him when the door opened suddenly and light bled into the room.

            "Holy shit…"

            Their mouths parted and both looked mildly annoyed.

            "No…no…absolutely NOT!  Get out!  How did you get into my parents' bedroom?"  Yahiko's voice rose unnaturally.

            There was a loud crash downstairs and the boy's eyes grew large.  "Oh god."  He rushed to investigate.

            The man sat up and removed himself from the girl lying against the pillows, pointedly taking slow, even breaths.  With a sigh, the girl threw her legs over the edge of the bed and went to the door.

            "What's your name?"

            At his voice, she hugged the door to herself, leaning against the wood so that half her body was on either side of the thick structure.

            "Megumi," she said, her head resting on the rim.

            He looked at her watching him.  He ran a hand through his hair.  "Aoshi.  What school are you going to?"

            She smiled sadly, reluctant to go.  "Wakizashi University."  She was about to leave when she realized he was sitting in stunned silence.  "What is it?"

            He paused, almost too shocked to say anything.  "I've been going to school there for a year now."

            "Oh…" she stood quietly for a moment, looking at the floor.  "Oh!" she said, things suddenly dawning on her.

            He nodded in response.

            She took a step back and smiled.  "I see.  Well, I guess I'll see you around."

            "Aa.  I'm sure you will."

End Note:  I know at last why I wrote this!!  As I was typing this chapter up, it suddenly struck me.  I'm graduating soon and I'll totally miss everyone.  Before I leave, I'd like to enjoy myself, let loose, be wild.  Maybe date a totally wild guy before saying farewell to him in the beginning of June.  Hahaha…not that I'm actually going to do these things…just that the fic was sprung from my need to experience before ultimately having to be "responsible."

For those wondering about setting…parties like these really exist.  Me and my brother can testify.  Still, personal experience has shown me that people don't get on your case if you don't drink:  hence, Meg and Aoshi not being harassed.  Yeah, people will offer and ask, but it's not anything new if you decide not to take the dunk.  (So stay safe, kiddies!)  Also, it depends on the friends and associates you keep.  ^_^  I'm a good girl, if y'all wanted to know.  It's my brother who's BAAAAD!  :D

*wife-beater:  also known as a muscle shirt