Car Trouble?

(Around 2am)

Misao gazed her eyes around the dark bedroom that belonged to Shinomori Aoshi, one of the most successful and quite wealthy businessmen in Tokyo. She still couldn't believe what had occurred merely a few hours ago between the two of them. Something everlasting...and yet something that didn't seem to settle very well in the bit of her stomach. Although Misao enjoyed every single second of the intimacy she had spent with Aoshi, her thoughts turned to one conclusion; she had just slept with her client. Even if in Aoshi's words she worked under him, it still meant that he was her grandfather's customer. She felt irked at the thought of Aoshi being a customer, as though that one word could change her thoughts to making herself feel like some cheap prostitute.

Misao shook her head of any such thoughts and knew she was over exaggerating this incident, but she also knew their lives would be even more complicated then what they already were. Each of them had their own secrets. The need, however, that the both of them had felt was greater then any sort of consequence they would face the next day. This had been their moment, but now that it was over, Misao was now able to think about what happened.

Misao sighed softly as she stood to the side of Aoshi's bed, the side she had slept on when they grew exhausted at the pleasures they performed to each other…for each other. The moonlight flooded in through the glass balcony door as the velvet curtains were still pulled away and cast its silver-blue glow over Aoshi's slumbering form. To think he slept so soundly, so much like an innocent child of nature. The hardness in his day expression was gone and what remained now was a look of blissful peace.

The distant sound of thunder rumbled in the sky as an early morning storm was on the way. Misao padded softly over to the balcony door, her hand pressed against the cool glass as she gazed into the night sky, the brightness of lightning flashing through the clouds. She knew that once a loud clap of thunder erupted in the sky, her little Shin-chan would be out of bed and racing towards Sano's room…unless Sano hadn't even gone to bed yet. Misao thanked the gods for having a dear friend like Sano as he always looked after Shin when Misao needed a day…or a night to herself. She had thought it wrong to leave him by himself, but when she had witnessed Shin-chan have so much fun with Sano, she knew he'd be alright with her close friend. Although, Misao's night hadn't been for herself at all…

Rustling of silk sheets from the bed made Misao turn around to look back at Aoshi. He had turned in his sleep, he now facing her direction and Misao tilted her head, as a small smile began to play upon her lips. During the day she had noticed that Aoshi's posture were very strong and defiant and yet at times they seemed to be slightly annoyed and awaiting explanations with his arms crossed over his chest. Her smile grew when she noticed that even in sleep he had crossed his arms over his bare chest, the silk sheets resting on his hips just covering his lower body up. The heat rose in Misao's cheeks as her prying eyes gazed longingly over his form. To think hidden underneath those expensive business suits was a nicely toned body! He wasn't over masculine, with muscles protruding over other muscles, but neither was he scrawny…just perfect in fact. His skin wasn't pale, but he wasn't richly tanned like Sano was. His complexion suited him well, everything about him suited his personality, suited who Aoshi was and that was even down to the "silent jerk type" he could become in an instant.

As Misao turned to gaze back out the glass door, she finally sat in one of the cushioned chairs near the balcony, her arms wrapping around her legs as she brought them up to her chest. It was cool in the bedroom, but for now Misao decided to watch as the storm drew near, the first raindrops hitting the concrete ground of the balcony. Soon more followed…the storm had arrived. It wasn't overly heavy, but the claps of thunder would have woken up every light sleeper in all of Tokyo. In this bedroom though, Misao was the only one awake.

As she rested against the cushions on the large chair, Misao had turned it around, to set her questing eyes back over to the slumbering Aoshi. Now her legs were propped under herself ad se leaned slightly forward resting her chin on her hands. This was probably the only time she would be able to gaze upon him without his questing green-grey eyes intently staring back at her. Misao looked down at herself when there was a flash of lightning to see she was dressed in a white long sleeved top, the first three buttons not done up as se noticed a small pink mark at the inner curve of her left breast. Again her cheeks darkened in colour, as the feel of Aoshi's teeth sinking into her skin was still extremely vivid in her mind. It was after all something she'd never have done to her…and would always be remembered. Heck everything she shared with Aoshi would be remembered! Misao had never felt the need to be with anyone like she had felt last night. Aoshi's intense kisses, his slow but very accurate caresses, the love bites, the peaks of orgasm that erupted through her body, he made her turn completely to jelly with every passion he elicited from her. Aoshi had complete control over Misao, her strained whispers asking for more…asking for release and everytime she quietly demanded something different, something she'd never truly experienced before, Aoshi complied and granted Misao her wishes.

A small groan, one accompanied by annoyance and agony broke into Misao's sensual thoughts, her eyes making out the uncomfortable expression crossing Aoshi's face. His eyebrows scrunched, his lips turning into a thin line, meaning that whatever was going on inside him was making him sad.

Misao knew four facial expressions that belonged to Aoshi in the time that she had been introduced to him. The ones she knew had been followed by the slight change in his voice. She knew his business voice, the powerful and confident one he used when he was in the presence of his underlings like they had been at the cocktail party. His eyes were blank but they held a knowledge and power greater then anyone else. There was also his shyness, although it hadn't been accompanied by his voice, the look in his eyes, the way he had sometimes diverted his gaze away from her meant he was shy and nervous while being around her.

Misao couldn't help but place a small smile on at the times she had seen Aoshi gazing at her, his face slightly contorted with intrigue and confusion not truly knowing what she was like on the inside. Aoshi had not noticed that she was actually paying attention to his questing eyes gazing upon her…and when Misao finally glanced his way, Aoshi's eyes quickly left hers in an instant. That smile faulted however, when her thoughts changed to Aoshi's third expression, the one full of sadness. Her stomach churned as the first time she saw it was because of a lie she told him. He had tried so hard to be strong in front of her, but boy did she knock him flat with surprise when bluntly telling him she felt nothing for him. Misao cringed when her mind flashed Aoshi's blank look, the one that was a mix between pain and anger, it radiating through his eyes as they turned soft, soft in hurt as she lied to him…like many others seemed to have done so in the past.

Aoshi's last expression made Misao's heart flutter in her chest. It was one of pure ecstasy, of the bliss he had felt while being intimate with her. Although no words were spoken between them, Misao's eyes had not left Aoshi's as she had gazed up at him and he down at her. He was bracing himself on both his elbows, but once Misao's orgasm began to make her body shudder in exhilaration, it seemed to trigger Aoshi's off. She had watched with wide eyes as his grew dark, his breath quickening, his cheeks a soft hue of pink and his right hand came up to brush her damp strands away from her forehead and cheeks. His trembling lips had fallen sweetly over hers, a shallow kiss being shared and it sent tears to Misao's eyes just thinking about it.

The only expression Misao hadn't come across yet was one with a pure smile crossing his features, but the one etched with ecstasy was good enough for her. Misao's cheeks grew warm when she discovered that what she really wanted was to see that expression again…and again.

A gasp broke through her thoughts this time, Misao watching as Aoshi jolted from his deep sleep, he now sitting up in his bed. He was facing her, but did not see her dark form resting in one of the four chairs in his bedroom. His chest heaved slightly, Aoshi trying to catch his breath. Another bit of lightning flashed over his naked form, Misao's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as his lips were in a thin line, his left hand placed at the cold area were she had once rested. She heard him sigh now, a sigh of sadness as though he had been disappointed once again. Had he…thought she left?

"Can't sleep?" Misao whispered softly as though some person that slept down the hallway would hear her even though Aoshi was the only occupant that lived in the mansion. She watched his head jerk up hearing her voice, his eyes scanning his dark bedroom to make out her form cuddled up in one of the two large cushioned chairs near the balcony door. The other two were leather and situated near the entertainment system. Misao silently observed as there was more rustling, Aoshi leaned over to flick on a lamp, the dull glow of the light globe made the both of them blink numerous times. Finally he sat back up, his eyes gazing silently over at her. Misao started to squirm underneath his gaze and she finally stood up out of the chair. She had watched as he moved towards the side closest to her, the side she once occupied and placed his feet flat on the carpet. The silk black and gold sheets pooled in his lap modestly and his hands rested on either side of his thighs. Aoshi's ruffled hair stuck up in every direction, some falling away from his semi hidden eyes as he tilted it back to look up at Misao as she moved towards him.

"I thought you left…" Aoshi muttered in a soft deep voice, still etched with sleepiness, making him sound younger then he was.

"Why did you think that?" Misao questioned as she now stood in front of Aoshi, her own naked body only covered by a flimsy white shirt that had been resting on the cushioned chair she had sat in. In the darkness, Misao tried to find her own clothing, but realised that she had "lost" them in the bathroom and only came across this shirt and decided to place it on.

"It wouldn't be the first time it happened."

"Honto ne?" Misao questioned again in a gentle voice, her eyes softening when Aoshi nodded once and turned his head away, not wanting to look up at her. Misao's hand fluttered out and cupped his right cheek, relishing in the softness of his skin once again as she turned it back to gaze up at her.

"Tell me…" Misao spoke, her blue-green eyes intently staring into Aoshi's. She heard him sigh, the pouting look she was giving him was winning over his stubbornness and finally he spoke, his voice just above a whisper, Misao almost straining to hear him properly.

"I've never really felt the need to share myself with any woman, but for once, even though it was a long time ago, I finally did. Her name was Yume and one night we went out and neither of us made it back to our respected homes. We went to a resort and then the reporters came and went crazy as they figured out that Yume and I had stayed in the same resort…the same room in fact. They were right though, the headlines I mean, 'Truth: Shinomori boy lost virginity.' It was true, I did, but when I woke up that morning, I woke up alone. Yume wasn't there and in fact I never saw her again since that night we spent together."

"She…used you?" Misao watched as Aoshi cringed at her words, not wishing to believe them at all.

"Someone who loves you wholeheartedly would never do such a thing as to play with your feelings and emotions like that."

"What of you Misao, have all your experiences been ones to remember?" Aoshi heard Misao let off a small laugh, her hand moving away from his cheek as she now crossed them over her chest in front of him.

"Of course not, I was drunk, he was drunk and it was very uncomfortable. Wait, you mean to tell me the only other woman that you've had sex with besides me was Yume!"

"Does that surprise you?" Aoshi retorted back, his face turning hard as he awaited some snide remark.

"Well…yes…I mean you were so good. Oh…I-I mean…" It was now Misao's turn to blush deeply and turn her head away in mortification at those words stumbling from her mouth in a flurry. Aoshi's lips had parted slightly hearing Misao words roll through his mind. She really liked what he did for her…and what he did with her.

"Ari-Arigatoo…" Misao eyes glanced quickly at Aoshi, to notice that small shy smile was back on his lips, his eyes focusing on hers, trying to pry her out of her embarrassment. He was so cute like this…so fragile…

"H-How is it that you know so much?" Misao heard her own voice squeak out. She was surprised to see a scowl cross his face for a split second, his eyes flashing as though remembering that night as though it were yesterday and then he replied honestly to her.

"Lets just say I was placed through many tests." Misao bit her lip at his words and finally lifted her hands up to cup his cheeks, Aoshi's eyes widening slightly at her soft caress, her soft kind look as she gazed upon him with new fire in her eyes.

"Will you let me show you what I know?" Misao whispered softly against his lips before capturing them in a heated kiss. All she received as an answer was a small groan of approval and his the feel of Aoshi's hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer as he laid back on his bed with Misao above him.

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(Around 6am)

Dawn was drawing near and Misao stared over at the sleeping face of Aoshi once again. It was as though he had become her addiction. She wanted to watch him, to witness every breath he took, every movement he made and every expression that crossed his face…everything that made up him. His right arm was resting under his head as he slept soundly, taking in silent deep breaths once more. Misao noticed the goosebumps forming over his left arm as it rested against his abdomen area and brought up the sheets to rest them at his shoulder. Aoshi moved slightly, his long bangs falling across his eyes and Misao brought up her right hand and brushed them away. There was an odd feeling of happiness growing within her at being able to view him like this. Her eyes grew wide in recognition, as she finally knew the reason. Although she had been the second person to sleep with Aoshi, she had been the first he had woken up with and not only that, but even though Aoshi didn't know it yet, he too was the first man she had woken up with and still found him beside her.

"Do you like the feel of me that much?" Misao heard Aoshi mutter and his eyes drifting open to look down at Misao as he rested higher up in the bed then she did. Misao's eyes were wide, her hand dropping away from Aoshi's cheek as she placed it back under the sheets covering her nude body. At his question Aoshi observed as Misao parted the sheets that once covered her and brought out her right hand to look down at her scares and her callused fingertips.

"I like the feel of your skin, its soft…something my hands are not…" He watched as Misao turned over, the sheets falling down and bearing her back to him. Her long once braided blue black hair was now pooling messily over the pillows she rested upon.

"Shouldn't I be the judge of that?" Aoshi's voice deepened as he moved towards her, feeling Misao suck in her breath when he spooned behind her, placed his arm over her covered body and pulled her back to rest against his chest. Aoshi looked down at Misao, he taller then her and noticed the darkness in her cheeks, she biting her lip and her eyes were closed. Right now she would be thinking a hundred thoughts…that expression Aoshi knew well. She seemed to unconsciously bit her lip in deep thought…and yet she would not tell a soul of those thoughts.

"Aside from your hands and probably the bottom of your feet, I'd say the rest of your body…is very soft Misao." Aoshi smirked when he heard Misao gasp softly, his hand now under the sheets and brushing over her stomach, making it shudder every now and then as he traced over a sensitive nerve.

The two of them rested together in companionable silence. Their eyes watching as the room began to change colours, the sun starting to peak even more over the horizon. Aoshi heard Misao sigh lightly almost happily, but the words she spoke were different then what she seemed to be feeling.

"I really should be going…"

"Is this the brush off?" Misao heard Aoshi whisper softly into her ear and she abruptly turned over, her eyes frowning as she spoke truthfully to him.

"Never!" Aoshi smirked lightly, Misao's cheeks darkening in colour as she finally realised he was playing with her.

"You…you ba-" Misao's eyes stared into Aoshi's as he leaned over her, kissing her lips possessively.

"Do you have to go?" Aoshi asked Misao when he pulled away from her, his warm breath fluttering over her cheek as he was still that close to her.

"H-Hai…" Misao replied as she lifted her head to brush her lips over Aoshi once more. She cursed herself for being so addicted to him, but her heart palpitated in joy when his lips responded and his hand caressed her cheek lovingly. He was telling the truth before, even if he spoke it silently from his eyes, but Misao had seen it as clear as day. Aoshi really did like the feel of her being so close with him; it was as though he too was devoted to always wanting to touch her.

"I'll walk you to the door then." Misao was surprised as she was secretly waiting for him to try and convince her to stay. In her heart she seemed to be secretly hoping for it, but she knew that the both of them had different lives and now that morning came things would be different. She still had work not to mention all her other commitments and Aoshi too had his own life to run. Misao watched in interest as she sat up in the bed, her hands still at her chest making sure hat nothing was being shown to Aoshi, but he on the other hand got straight out of bed and headed for his bathroom butt naked! Was he…teasing her? Trying to pry her out of her going by letting her freely gape at his exposed body. Misao watched him disappear into the bathroom for a moment, obviously to relieve himself and then he was back in the main part of the master bedroom wearing a pair of slacks and a bathrobe that was left open. Aoshi stood to the side of the bed and wordlessly handed Misao her clothes.

As Misao dressed slowly, her eyes were very much focused on Aoshi as he moved around his room trying not to look back at her. He opened the balcony door to let in a breeze, moved towards the entertainment system to turn on the television to catch the news, turned on the computer that rested on another mahogany desk and now tied his bathrobe closed and placed on some house slippers. Misao smiled at this Aoshi. He was so carefree, walking around butt naked in front of her, then pottering around his bedroom doing his usual daily routine she presumed. Misao sat up from the bed as she finally tied the laces on her boots and then bent ver to make up the side of the bed she had been sleeping on.

"You don't have to do that." Aoshi spoke while watching Misao's shaky movements.

"Oh…okay…" Conversation had become scarce that's for sure. The both of them left his bedroom, Aoshi dressed in a bathrobe, Misao dressed in her clothes and they silently walked towards the front door, Aoshi opening it up for Misao.

"Well, today is Wednesday so I won't see you until Thursday ne?"

"Aa, I'll be quite bust today myself." Aoshi replied and watched Misao give him a small nod and then she moved down the steps and headed for the cherry tree where her motorcycle rested. From the main door of Aoshi's mansion he watched Misao sit on the motorcycle, her leather jacket zipped all the way up as it was quite a cool morning and her hand brought out the key for the bike to place it in the ignition.

"Misao wait!" Aoshi spoke loudly and headed towards her still in a pair of house slippers and a bathrobe. Misao was about to place on her helmet, but when Aoshi spoke her name it seemed to freeze her in one spot, her blue-green eyes watched him jog towards her.

"Whatever is going on inside you Misao, I want…I just want you to know that what happened last night…" Misao held her breath as Aoshi broke off there. Her heart pounded in her chest, in her ears as she awaited the rejection she knew was coming. Who was she fooling anyway? What would this first class man see in a mechanic like her?

"I'll never regret." To say Misao was surprised was an understatement. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted at his words, but Aoshi saw something he truly wanted to see over an over again. Misao's entire face lit up at his words, the smile on her face threw away every dark feeling he had within himself over what happened last night. He had made Misao happy and that was something Aoshi wanted to do…to make her feel happy, happy and special, because to him, Misao was very special.

"I'll see you Thursday…Aoshi…" Misao spoke softly, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink in the early morning sun. For once Aoshi didn't mind that Misao didn't say anything to him. He almost feared that if she said something he would never let her go. Aoshi brought Misao's hand up, placing a kiss on it and then stepped back as she started her bike, revved it a couple of times to warm it up and then she was off. A wave was her only word of communication to him, but Aoshi saw the anticipation to see him on Thursday flicker through her eyes. She was excited…and so was Aoshi. As Aoshi stood at the cherry tree watching Misao leave, the two new lovers had no idea that they were being watched…by an uninvited guest that hid in the Shinomori Mansion grounds. Oh yes, this was definitely something the public would love to read about…

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To be continued…

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