Heehee~! This is as close to a lemon as I will probably ever get. I could probably write it better now but I still think that it is cute. I just hope that no one I know ever reads it...
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Cold Fish
That Almost-Lemon Fic
Note: This story starts up directly after "From Here To Eternity."
Misao and Soujiro stood embracing in the clearing for quite a long time. She relished the feel of him in her arms. It was something she had been wishing for so long, and Misao could hardly believe it was happening. All of the time that they had traveled together, she had convinced herself not to hope. And, now that she knew for sure that Soujiro loved her, she was afraid that if she let go, then he would disappear and it would all be a dream.
Soujiro parted his lips slightly and drew his tongue lightly across her bottom lip causing her a little gasp of surprise. When he took advantage of her newly opened mouth, Misao amended that thought... her dreams usually did not feel this good. She could feel his hands caressing her back as he deepened the kiss. A slight shudder ran through her body as he let his fingers trail down her spine. One hand left her back to travel its way to her face where it cupped her cheek.
A slight whine emerged from Misao's throat as Soujiro gently removed his lips from hers. Both were breathing fast and she could feel his heart beating quickly against her breast. He stroked his thumb across her cheekbone as he murmured, "It's getting late. Do you want to stay here tonight?"
Not quite trusting her voice, Misao nodded. The couple stood embracing, looking into each other's eyes, for a few moments until Misao finally found her voice.
"We should set up camp while its still light."
They stood gazing for a few moments longer and then Soujiro nodded saying, "If you'll gather wood, I'll catch some fish."
Misao nodded back and reluctantly they disentangled their limbs and began the work of setting up camp.
Walking through the forest in the area surrounding the clearing, Misao searched for pieces of wood suitable for a cooking fire while she tried to calm herself. Her heart was still beating quickly from the memory of his kiss.
After several trips, then clearing an area for the fire itself, she finally had it burning, so Misao decided to go see how Soujiro was faring and wash up a bit. Grabbing her bag, she made her way around the rock and brush that separated the stream from the clearing.
Misao giggled quietly as she watched Soujiro fish. He was standing calf-deep in the water with the legs of his hakama tied up to keep them dry in the cooling evening air. Every once in a while, his arm would shoot out and pluck a fish from the water and toss it into a growing pile on the shore. Several times, she watched him do this until, mid-throw, he noticed her eyes upon him. When Soujiro locked eyes with her, he slipped on the unsteady ground and lost his balance tumbling into the water with a large splash. Misao struggled to keep her laughter inside as he arose from the water and put his hand behind his head, chuckling in embarrassment.
"I think you've caught enough fish," said Misao with a big smile.
"You think so," responded Soujiro as he made his way out of the stream.
"Yeah," she answered while rummaging through her bag. She pulled her blanket out and tossed it to him, saying, "We need to get you out of those clothes so they can dry. Hang them on the bush while I start cooking the fish."
"Hai hai."
Misao shook her head at him as she made her way back to the fire and began impaling fish to cook.
A little while later, Soujiro emerged from the trees, barefoot, wrapped in the blanket. He found Misao prodding the fish, trying to encourage them to cook faster. A chuckle escaped his throat as he heard her mumble, "Burn, burn!"
Turning around at the sound of his voice, Misao looked at him, blushed and looked at the ground.
Smiling good-naturedly, he spoke saying, " Did you want to clean up in the stream? I can watch the food while you're gone."
"As long as they're not charcoal when I get back like last time," she responded grabbing her bag again in a second attempt at a bath. For some reason, cold water sounded like a really good idea right now.
"But I thought you liked your food well done," he remarked as she disappeared behind the rocks and shrubbery. A loud raspberry was the only reply she gave.
Misao gave her body and face a quick scrub down with the sparkling water of the stream. The sun was just setting casting reflections in the rippling liquid. Although the scene was beautiful, the bath was not having the desired effect. They had been in situations similar to this before and cold water had usually served well to subdue any uncomfortable feelings and urges felt at that time. But the fact that the man that she loves, who loved her back enough to want to marry her, was sitting just out of sight with no clothing on except for her blanket wrapped around his _naked_ body countered any effect the cold water had.
Frustrated, she stood up and thought to herself, 'Why bother? I'm going to do something about this!'
Standing for a moment in the calf deep water, just dripping and thinking, Misao came to the conclusion, 'I'm going to have to seduce him!' How to do that, she wasn't sure but she was certain that it could not be that hard. Marching (as well as she could in water anyway) to the shore, Misao dressed herself determined to light his fireworks.
First, she pulled her short pants out of her bag and donned them, absentmindedly washing the long pants and hanging them on the bush next to Soujiro's clothing. She blushed at the thought of his clothes so far from his body. Shaking her head to clear it, Misao grabbed her top and put it on, its fabric sticking tightly to her still-wet body. She tied the obi loosely and arranged the garment so it would... ahem... best show off her attributes. Finally she sat on a rock and undid the tie to her braid, finger combing out the long ebony locks. When she was done, it flowed down her back in a veil of shadows, strands of night framing her face and shoulders. She was ready!
All of her preparation was nearly undone when she saw him sitting near the fire humming, with a pile of perfectly cooked fish at his side, eating with enjoyment. Taking a seat beside him, she steeled her will, determined that she would see this through.
Misao, vague plan in mind and ready to go, still could not resist looking down and blushing slightly at the sight of Soujiro, sitting only a few feet from her, with her blanket pooling around his hips, having fallen from his shoulders as he ate... sitting bare-chested in the evening's waning light, illuminated by the flickering glow of the fire as its tendrils of light danced across the smooth muscles of his arms and chest, marred by a single diagonal scar tracing its way from his left collarbone to just below his ribs on the right... sitting, allowing the dueling shadows and light to caress the flat plains of his stomach with the slight dip of his navel and small line of hair below it descending...
"MISAO!!"
"Ahhhhh!" screamed Misao as she jumped at the unexpected loud noise.
Soujiro formed a small sweat drop on the back of his head.
"Are you all right?" he asked with concern. "You seem flushed." Reaching out, he rested the back of his hand against her forehead.
Misao's blush deepened as she tried not to look like she noticed how the blanket shifted with his movements.
"I-I'm fine," she stuttered out, not quite looking at Soujiro. 'Come on self! Remember the plan... seduce... seduce.''Yeah that's easy for you to say... you're not the one trying to do it.''... Great! Now I'm talking to myself... sigh'
"Are you sure?" he asked with his hand still resting gently on her brow.
She looked up at his face and saw the genuine concern playing across it... and the flash of a small, mischievous smile. For some reason, that annoyed her. So he thought he had the upper hand here, did he? Well, she would see about that! Or her name was not Makimachi Misao! Forcing her blush down, she smiled a playful smile and scooted a little closer to him. His hand stroked her hair back and came to rest on the base of her head.
"I was just thinking that you looked a little cold, that's all."
"Cold?"
"Yes," she murmured leaning forward on her hands and looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Misao's loosely-tied top began a slight creep down her right shoulder and opened wider in the front. "It's a little chilly out here, don't you think?"
"Chilly's not quite the word that I had for it..."
Moving herself a little closer, Misao brought one hand up and drew her fingers lightly across a small area of Soujiro's chest just below the peck. At the contact, she heard a satisfying intake of breath.
"I thought that maybe I could help warm you up." Misao held his eyes and saw the shock pass through them. Inside she was yelling, 'How could you say something so corny!?!' 'You were the one saying "Seduce, seduce." It's what came to mind... and it seems to have worked...'
As the shock in Soujiro's eyes faded, something else came to replace it. Before Misao had time to ponder that, his head began to descend excruciatingly slowly while his hand, now entwined in her midnight hair, guided her face to meet his.
Misao moved herself closer to Soujiro, sliding her hand from his chest along his free arm, letting her fingers to dance lightly along the smooth skin of his shoulder. The muscles shivered under the gentle touch and then moved as he reached out to encircle her waist, pulling her to his chest.
'Yep... it definitely worked...'
.
.This is where the lemony filling goes ^_~)
.
Misao and Soujiro lay together, wrapped in the blanket, next to the dying fire. The stars shone brightly in the moonless sky. Misao sighed into Soujiro's chest as his fingers traced patterns on her bare back. A cool breeze played across their skin causing her to shiver. Soujiro sat up.
"Would you like me to add some more wood to the fire?"
"Yeah," Misao replied as she moved to disentangle herself from him. As he moved away, she opened her mouth to say something when her stomach growled... loudly. "Eheheh..."
Soujiro turned to look at her.
"There's still some fish left, if you want it," he said as bent to retrieve the firewood.
Misao never took her eyes off hi lithe form as she scooted over, grabbed a piece of fish and began eating.
'Bleagh... cold fish," she thought to herself with a smile on her face.
The end.
Disclaimer: I'll admit it... neither Sou-chan nor Misao are mine... sigh I'm not making any money off of this (I mean, who would pay for this stuff?) so please don't sue.
Author's Notes: Ummm... so yeah... that was my attempt at a lemon story... just without the lemony filling. Ummm comments would be nice... blush Ummm... just a note if you think Soujiro was acting kind of oblivious and/or immodest (kinda) with the blanket... ummm, well, they both had pretty similar plans. ^_^;;
(Written April 2000)
Riah-chan
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Ruki_and_Ryo/
...because everyone needs a little R&R.
"Well, then there'll be just one less person to poke fun at you, right pumpkin."
"Tashika ni kimi wa Queen, kedo dattara ore ga King da na!"
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Cold Fish
That Almost-Lemon Fic
Note: This story starts up directly after "From Here To Eternity."
Misao and Soujiro stood embracing in the clearing for quite a long time. She relished the feel of him in her arms. It was something she had been wishing for so long, and Misao could hardly believe it was happening. All of the time that they had traveled together, she had convinced herself not to hope. And, now that she knew for sure that Soujiro loved her, she was afraid that if she let go, then he would disappear and it would all be a dream.
Soujiro parted his lips slightly and drew his tongue lightly across her bottom lip causing her a little gasp of surprise. When he took advantage of her newly opened mouth, Misao amended that thought... her dreams usually did not feel this good. She could feel his hands caressing her back as he deepened the kiss. A slight shudder ran through her body as he let his fingers trail down her spine. One hand left her back to travel its way to her face where it cupped her cheek.
A slight whine emerged from Misao's throat as Soujiro gently removed his lips from hers. Both were breathing fast and she could feel his heart beating quickly against her breast. He stroked his thumb across her cheekbone as he murmured, "It's getting late. Do you want to stay here tonight?"
Not quite trusting her voice, Misao nodded. The couple stood embracing, looking into each other's eyes, for a few moments until Misao finally found her voice.
"We should set up camp while its still light."
They stood gazing for a few moments longer and then Soujiro nodded saying, "If you'll gather wood, I'll catch some fish."
Misao nodded back and reluctantly they disentangled their limbs and began the work of setting up camp.
Walking through the forest in the area surrounding the clearing, Misao searched for pieces of wood suitable for a cooking fire while she tried to calm herself. Her heart was still beating quickly from the memory of his kiss.
After several trips, then clearing an area for the fire itself, she finally had it burning, so Misao decided to go see how Soujiro was faring and wash up a bit. Grabbing her bag, she made her way around the rock and brush that separated the stream from the clearing.
Misao giggled quietly as she watched Soujiro fish. He was standing calf-deep in the water with the legs of his hakama tied up to keep them dry in the cooling evening air. Every once in a while, his arm would shoot out and pluck a fish from the water and toss it into a growing pile on the shore. Several times, she watched him do this until, mid-throw, he noticed her eyes upon him. When Soujiro locked eyes with her, he slipped on the unsteady ground and lost his balance tumbling into the water with a large splash. Misao struggled to keep her laughter inside as he arose from the water and put his hand behind his head, chuckling in embarrassment.
"I think you've caught enough fish," said Misao with a big smile.
"You think so," responded Soujiro as he made his way out of the stream.
"Yeah," she answered while rummaging through her bag. She pulled her blanket out and tossed it to him, saying, "We need to get you out of those clothes so they can dry. Hang them on the bush while I start cooking the fish."
"Hai hai."
Misao shook her head at him as she made her way back to the fire and began impaling fish to cook.
A little while later, Soujiro emerged from the trees, barefoot, wrapped in the blanket. He found Misao prodding the fish, trying to encourage them to cook faster. A chuckle escaped his throat as he heard her mumble, "Burn, burn!"
Turning around at the sound of his voice, Misao looked at him, blushed and looked at the ground.
Smiling good-naturedly, he spoke saying, " Did you want to clean up in the stream? I can watch the food while you're gone."
"As long as they're not charcoal when I get back like last time," she responded grabbing her bag again in a second attempt at a bath. For some reason, cold water sounded like a really good idea right now.
"But I thought you liked your food well done," he remarked as she disappeared behind the rocks and shrubbery. A loud raspberry was the only reply she gave.
Misao gave her body and face a quick scrub down with the sparkling water of the stream. The sun was just setting casting reflections in the rippling liquid. Although the scene was beautiful, the bath was not having the desired effect. They had been in situations similar to this before and cold water had usually served well to subdue any uncomfortable feelings and urges felt at that time. But the fact that the man that she loves, who loved her back enough to want to marry her, was sitting just out of sight with no clothing on except for her blanket wrapped around his _naked_ body countered any effect the cold water had.
Frustrated, she stood up and thought to herself, 'Why bother? I'm going to do something about this!'
Standing for a moment in the calf deep water, just dripping and thinking, Misao came to the conclusion, 'I'm going to have to seduce him!' How to do that, she wasn't sure but she was certain that it could not be that hard. Marching (as well as she could in water anyway) to the shore, Misao dressed herself determined to light his fireworks.
First, she pulled her short pants out of her bag and donned them, absentmindedly washing the long pants and hanging them on the bush next to Soujiro's clothing. She blushed at the thought of his clothes so far from his body. Shaking her head to clear it, Misao grabbed her top and put it on, its fabric sticking tightly to her still-wet body. She tied the obi loosely and arranged the garment so it would... ahem... best show off her attributes. Finally she sat on a rock and undid the tie to her braid, finger combing out the long ebony locks. When she was done, it flowed down her back in a veil of shadows, strands of night framing her face and shoulders. She was ready!
All of her preparation was nearly undone when she saw him sitting near the fire humming, with a pile of perfectly cooked fish at his side, eating with enjoyment. Taking a seat beside him, she steeled her will, determined that she would see this through.
Misao, vague plan in mind and ready to go, still could not resist looking down and blushing slightly at the sight of Soujiro, sitting only a few feet from her, with her blanket pooling around his hips, having fallen from his shoulders as he ate... sitting bare-chested in the evening's waning light, illuminated by the flickering glow of the fire as its tendrils of light danced across the smooth muscles of his arms and chest, marred by a single diagonal scar tracing its way from his left collarbone to just below his ribs on the right... sitting, allowing the dueling shadows and light to caress the flat plains of his stomach with the slight dip of his navel and small line of hair below it descending...
"MISAO!!"
"Ahhhhh!" screamed Misao as she jumped at the unexpected loud noise.
Soujiro formed a small sweat drop on the back of his head.
"Are you all right?" he asked with concern. "You seem flushed." Reaching out, he rested the back of his hand against her forehead.
Misao's blush deepened as she tried not to look like she noticed how the blanket shifted with his movements.
"I-I'm fine," she stuttered out, not quite looking at Soujiro. 'Come on self! Remember the plan... seduce... seduce.''Yeah that's easy for you to say... you're not the one trying to do it.''... Great! Now I'm talking to myself... sigh'
"Are you sure?" he asked with his hand still resting gently on her brow.
She looked up at his face and saw the genuine concern playing across it... and the flash of a small, mischievous smile. For some reason, that annoyed her. So he thought he had the upper hand here, did he? Well, she would see about that! Or her name was not Makimachi Misao! Forcing her blush down, she smiled a playful smile and scooted a little closer to him. His hand stroked her hair back and came to rest on the base of her head.
"I was just thinking that you looked a little cold, that's all."
"Cold?"
"Yes," she murmured leaning forward on her hands and looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Misao's loosely-tied top began a slight creep down her right shoulder and opened wider in the front. "It's a little chilly out here, don't you think?"
"Chilly's not quite the word that I had for it..."
Moving herself a little closer, Misao brought one hand up and drew her fingers lightly across a small area of Soujiro's chest just below the peck. At the contact, she heard a satisfying intake of breath.
"I thought that maybe I could help warm you up." Misao held his eyes and saw the shock pass through them. Inside she was yelling, 'How could you say something so corny!?!' 'You were the one saying "Seduce, seduce." It's what came to mind... and it seems to have worked...'
As the shock in Soujiro's eyes faded, something else came to replace it. Before Misao had time to ponder that, his head began to descend excruciatingly slowly while his hand, now entwined in her midnight hair, guided her face to meet his.
Misao moved herself closer to Soujiro, sliding her hand from his chest along his free arm, letting her fingers to dance lightly along the smooth skin of his shoulder. The muscles shivered under the gentle touch and then moved as he reached out to encircle her waist, pulling her to his chest.
'Yep... it definitely worked...'
.
.This is where the lemony filling goes ^_~)
.
Misao and Soujiro lay together, wrapped in the blanket, next to the dying fire. The stars shone brightly in the moonless sky. Misao sighed into Soujiro's chest as his fingers traced patterns on her bare back. A cool breeze played across their skin causing her to shiver. Soujiro sat up.
"Would you like me to add some more wood to the fire?"
"Yeah," Misao replied as she moved to disentangle herself from him. As he moved away, she opened her mouth to say something when her stomach growled... loudly. "Eheheh..."
Soujiro turned to look at her.
"There's still some fish left, if you want it," he said as bent to retrieve the firewood.
Misao never took her eyes off hi lithe form as she scooted over, grabbed a piece of fish and began eating.
'Bleagh... cold fish," she thought to herself with a smile on her face.
The end.
Disclaimer: I'll admit it... neither Sou-chan nor Misao are mine... sigh I'm not making any money off of this (I mean, who would pay for this stuff?) so please don't sue.
Author's Notes: Ummm... so yeah... that was my attempt at a lemon story... just without the lemony filling. Ummm comments would be nice... blush Ummm... just a note if you think Soujiro was acting kind of oblivious and/or immodest (kinda) with the blanket... ummm, well, they both had pretty similar plans. ^_^;;
(Written April 2000)
Riah-chan
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Ruki_and_Ryo/
...because everyone needs a little R&R.
"Well, then there'll be just one less person to poke fun at you, right pumpkin."
"Tashika ni kimi wa Queen, kedo dattara ore ga King da na!"