Don't Say it With Flowers!
By Starhopper
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my sketchbooks and DVDs. Everything else belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki and many other respected businessmen who make RK available to the masses.
Well, I decided to do the whole celebration in installments.Anyone Hungry? For some onigiri made KK style?
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- Say it With a Celebration! Part Two: Mid-Day
Kaoru groaned and padded a palm to her sweaty brow. It had been hours since they had begun, and it seemed like the heat building between them was going to swallow them whole. Was this natural? Did the Rurouni really know what he was doing with her?
But Kenshin was careful not to overstep his bounds, sweet polite gentleman that he was. She was young and inexperienced; he was quite aware that she would make mistakes from time to time.
"No Kaoru, not there," she relished the tingle of contact as his skin brushed against hers for the umpteenth time. He didn't have to be so shy, guiding her like this. Didn't he know that she wanted to learn as much as he wanted to teach? If only he would just let her go, and she could let her hands wander free, testing, discovering.
"Is that better?" she sighed as his head brushed against her neck in a nod.
"Does it feel right to you Kaoru?" he whispered huskily in her ear.
She savored the way her name lapped off his tongue with a satisfied shiver. Grinning evilly, she pulled a hand up to catch his chin between her fingers and pull him in for a kiss. It felt so good to feel him move under her touch, reined in by the want rushing to the surface as his mouth hovered over hers, breathing warm, honey-sweet air into her parted lips.
'If only we could stay like this forever . . .' Kaoru thought as she lost herself in the anticipation of the kiss, her hands, speckled with rice and soybeans as they were, fluttering up to caress his soft hair, cradle his head between her arms and shoulders as she leaned into his chest. 'So perfect, so sweet, so,'
The sound of a shoji sliding open and slamming closed brought the Kamiya Kasshin master out of her reverie. The sight of a young boy standing in the kitchen doorway brought the Kamiya Kasshin master into reality. Yahiko Myojin referring to her as 'Ugly' brought the Kamiya Kasshin master into insanity.
Arms still draped around the sides of the rurouni's head, Kaoru screamed. "YAHIKO!" and immediately felt her boyfriend's eardrums burst as he fell off the bench behind her, holding his ears and crying "orororo,"
"Kenshin!" she whirled back to find him twitching on the floor, his beautiful eyes swirling in their sockets. Falling to the floor herself, she picked up his head and set it in her lap, lightly running her fingers through his bangs, pushing them away to see his eyes snap back into their normal wide purple. But he put on the unconscious act to feel her attend to him so and he sent her a secretive wink to let her know that stalling would be a very good thing.
Kaoru bent her head slightly in understanding, and looked over to her adopted little brother. "You," she growled.
"Oi, before you get all defensive on me Tanuki," Yahiko held up his hands in a very Sanosuke-like way, making him appear completely innocent of whatever he was accused of, "I just came back for my shinai, that's all . . . it's not like I really wanted to walk in on anything or anything," he stuttered with a tint of red on his cheeks.
Kaoru tucked her pleased smile into the corners of her cheeks. So, he needed his shinai. But for what exactly? Of course she knew, but with the blushing boy already embarrassed, why not pounce on his weakness?
"Practicing for Tsubame-chan again?" she glanced down quickly to find Kenshin trying to stifle his laughter. Tugging at his bangs playfully, she silenced him, as if saying, 'Shh, you're supposed to be knocked out, remember?'
Now the redness on Yahiko's cheeks spread like wildfire down his neck, running rampant along his arms to finally peep out beneath the long sleeves of his gi. "I - well,"
Kenshin half lunged, half struggled to his feet, casting reproving eyes on the young samurai, lecturing him in a fatherly tone, "Yahiko-chan, it would be a very good idea to knock first next time, de gozaru."
The change in subject visibly vexed the boy, surprised by his idol's response. Especially at the "chan" part; Kaoru just had to love Kenshin for his sense of humor. First her own mentioning of the little girl from the Akabeko, and now the reminder of how he was still little, even in the presence of the red-haired Rurouni who now seemed to loom tall above him in irritation.
But Kenshin's features melted to forgiveness as that smile spread across his mouth and his eyes closed to self-contented slits. "Apologize to Kaoru de gozaru."
"Kenshin, onegai," Yahiko practically begged the man, looking up at the swordsman, over to the girl kneeling on the floor, then back up to Kenshin again. "Do I have to?"
Kenshin's smile never wavered. "It's the right thing to do de gozaru yo."
"But,"
"Sessha is losing patience," Kenshin kept grinning, unnerving Kaoru's student even more. "De gozaru,"
"FINE! Gomen Bu - Kaoru." With that Yahiko turned on his heel, and upon noticing his wooden sword so casually leaning against the table, bent down to retrieve it. Without another word, he slung the shinai over his back and practically marched out of the kitchen, trying to maintain his dignity as best he could even while hearing the muffled laughter of the two adults spill out of the kitchen.
Wheeling on his heels, Kenshin laughed heartily at the moment, landed on the bench with a heavy thunk, then held out his hand to help her off the ground.
"Arigatou," Kaoru hiccupped, as she grasped his palm firmly while at the same time trying to choke back the insane giggles that were bubbling up in her throat. "I thought he'd never leave,"
"Sessha believed this as well," Kenshin's voice dropped low as he yanked his arm back, pulling Kaoru closer to his seated form, his hand immediately dropping hers to wrap around her waist. The happy slits of happiness were now half-lidded with a hesitant desire. "Now he can-"
But the thought was stopped when she pressed a finger to his lips, her eyes also working to silence that sudden want that tensed the muscles in his arms, threatening to pull her even closer. However, instead of accepting the finger as sign to be quiet, the Rurouni gently pursed his lips to it, pouting in a strangely bold way. Shaking her head, she grabbed at one of his hands and using the freedom of her hip to her advantage, gracefully twirled out of his embrace.
"Ah, ah, ah" she taunted while wagging the same finger that not more than two seconds ago had been caressed by his lips, even as his eyes grew round with that familiar violet mischief. But she easily spun out of his attempt to hold her, which then turned into light-speed attempts to catch her. "We have to finish making the appetizers Kenshin,"
The ex-hitokiri paused in mid-lunge, and she could see him let the prospect of cooking befuddle his thoughts of playing with the Kamiya Kasshin Master a little longer. "Oro," he groaned, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "We need a break de gozaru," the eyes that had settled on her feet trailed up and over her form to lock with her brilliantly sparkling blue pools of the soul. She could almost feel him dive into their gaze, pushing at each stroke to get into her mind.
Flustered, she severed their connection by dropping her eyelids. "I agree, but if we take a break now, we'll just be that more rushed in the end," Kaoru finished her statement with a nod, assured that she was right. Though the feel of lips pleadingly pursing against her fingertip reminded her of how long she had wanted him to act on his emotions. And with Yahiko's interruption, she'd be calling herself a hypocrite if she told herself she wanted him to stop now.
She prayed that he couldn't see the blush creeping over her cheeks as she softly stroked the aforementioned fingertip with her thumb.
Suddenly she felt his arms slide around her, his breath coming fast and hot into her ear with a passionate "Kaoru," and she felt herself succumb to an equally passionate kiss.
'It's official,' Kaoru thought wryly as Kenshin's hands traveled up the back of her spine, tickled her neck, and finally found themselves in the bow holding up her ponytail at the top of her head. The indigo ribbon was on the kitchen floor before she could blink. Damn his speed; she had double-knotted that bow and braided the ends into the ribbon to fit the shape of a flower. 'I've created a monster,'
Catching hold of his ponytail, she gave a playful tug. "Kenshin," she taunted reproachfully, looking him in the eye.
He reeled slightly, one of his hands leaving her waist to reach behind him and investigate the offending pull. But no sooner had he done so, and no sooner had she counted on him fulfilling her wishes to get back to work, she felt fingers snatch her palm from her grip on his hair, and he grinned that rurouni-I'm-too-innocent-grin as he ducked his head between their arms and spun her around so as not to snap her wrist.
As she came to a rest with her back pressed close to his chest, Kaoru allowed herself a deep breath. Okay, so maybe this was nice. As he nuzzled her neck with his scarred cheek, 'nice' escalated to meltingly wonderful. And as his lips found her ear and whispered "Ashiteru," 'wonderful' leaped into the realm of 'erotically profound'.
She felt herself turned around and become lost in those eyes of his. Those eyes that could scream to the world how he felt without so much as a bat of an eyelash. "Gomen nasai, Kaoru," but those were his words rumbling rich from his throat. Plucking a clump of rice from his bangs, he grinned and winked at her, "Demo, you started it de gozaru yo."
Before she could protest, Kaoru found her feet sliding out along the ground. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on to him as he dipped her low. Swallowing, she looked up into his deadly serious eyes, their color a hard lilac that was rapidly paling into amber and barely heard him growl, "And Sessha intends to finish it, de gozaru."
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I'm starting to find the appeal in Battousai, *hentai grin*.he's just so.
*Shakes herself out of the spell of the assassin*
Ahem, anyway, this humble frog would appreciate any reviews you'd like to give her or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Then she'd love it even more if you want to go on to the delicious recipe of Aoshi and Misao for the next installment of DSIWF, if she's posted it yet.damn college. -_- zzzz (That would be me half asleep because of 3 hours of sleep last night)
By Starhopper
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my sketchbooks and DVDs. Everything else belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki and many other respected businessmen who make RK available to the masses.
Well, I decided to do the whole celebration in installments.Anyone Hungry? For some onigiri made KK style?
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- Say it With a Celebration! Part Two: Mid-Day
Kaoru groaned and padded a palm to her sweaty brow. It had been hours since they had begun, and it seemed like the heat building between them was going to swallow them whole. Was this natural? Did the Rurouni really know what he was doing with her?
But Kenshin was careful not to overstep his bounds, sweet polite gentleman that he was. She was young and inexperienced; he was quite aware that she would make mistakes from time to time.
"No Kaoru, not there," she relished the tingle of contact as his skin brushed against hers for the umpteenth time. He didn't have to be so shy, guiding her like this. Didn't he know that she wanted to learn as much as he wanted to teach? If only he would just let her go, and she could let her hands wander free, testing, discovering.
"Is that better?" she sighed as his head brushed against her neck in a nod.
"Does it feel right to you Kaoru?" he whispered huskily in her ear.
She savored the way her name lapped off his tongue with a satisfied shiver. Grinning evilly, she pulled a hand up to catch his chin between her fingers and pull him in for a kiss. It felt so good to feel him move under her touch, reined in by the want rushing to the surface as his mouth hovered over hers, breathing warm, honey-sweet air into her parted lips.
'If only we could stay like this forever . . .' Kaoru thought as she lost herself in the anticipation of the kiss, her hands, speckled with rice and soybeans as they were, fluttering up to caress his soft hair, cradle his head between her arms and shoulders as she leaned into his chest. 'So perfect, so sweet, so,'
The sound of a shoji sliding open and slamming closed brought the Kamiya Kasshin master out of her reverie. The sight of a young boy standing in the kitchen doorway brought the Kamiya Kasshin master into reality. Yahiko Myojin referring to her as 'Ugly' brought the Kamiya Kasshin master into insanity.
Arms still draped around the sides of the rurouni's head, Kaoru screamed. "YAHIKO!" and immediately felt her boyfriend's eardrums burst as he fell off the bench behind her, holding his ears and crying "orororo,"
"Kenshin!" she whirled back to find him twitching on the floor, his beautiful eyes swirling in their sockets. Falling to the floor herself, she picked up his head and set it in her lap, lightly running her fingers through his bangs, pushing them away to see his eyes snap back into their normal wide purple. But he put on the unconscious act to feel her attend to him so and he sent her a secretive wink to let her know that stalling would be a very good thing.
Kaoru bent her head slightly in understanding, and looked over to her adopted little brother. "You," she growled.
"Oi, before you get all defensive on me Tanuki," Yahiko held up his hands in a very Sanosuke-like way, making him appear completely innocent of whatever he was accused of, "I just came back for my shinai, that's all . . . it's not like I really wanted to walk in on anything or anything," he stuttered with a tint of red on his cheeks.
Kaoru tucked her pleased smile into the corners of her cheeks. So, he needed his shinai. But for what exactly? Of course she knew, but with the blushing boy already embarrassed, why not pounce on his weakness?
"Practicing for Tsubame-chan again?" she glanced down quickly to find Kenshin trying to stifle his laughter. Tugging at his bangs playfully, she silenced him, as if saying, 'Shh, you're supposed to be knocked out, remember?'
Now the redness on Yahiko's cheeks spread like wildfire down his neck, running rampant along his arms to finally peep out beneath the long sleeves of his gi. "I - well,"
Kenshin half lunged, half struggled to his feet, casting reproving eyes on the young samurai, lecturing him in a fatherly tone, "Yahiko-chan, it would be a very good idea to knock first next time, de gozaru."
The change in subject visibly vexed the boy, surprised by his idol's response. Especially at the "chan" part; Kaoru just had to love Kenshin for his sense of humor. First her own mentioning of the little girl from the Akabeko, and now the reminder of how he was still little, even in the presence of the red-haired Rurouni who now seemed to loom tall above him in irritation.
But Kenshin's features melted to forgiveness as that smile spread across his mouth and his eyes closed to self-contented slits. "Apologize to Kaoru de gozaru."
"Kenshin, onegai," Yahiko practically begged the man, looking up at the swordsman, over to the girl kneeling on the floor, then back up to Kenshin again. "Do I have to?"
Kenshin's smile never wavered. "It's the right thing to do de gozaru yo."
"But,"
"Sessha is losing patience," Kenshin kept grinning, unnerving Kaoru's student even more. "De gozaru,"
"FINE! Gomen Bu - Kaoru." With that Yahiko turned on his heel, and upon noticing his wooden sword so casually leaning against the table, bent down to retrieve it. Without another word, he slung the shinai over his back and practically marched out of the kitchen, trying to maintain his dignity as best he could even while hearing the muffled laughter of the two adults spill out of the kitchen.
Wheeling on his heels, Kenshin laughed heartily at the moment, landed on the bench with a heavy thunk, then held out his hand to help her off the ground.
"Arigatou," Kaoru hiccupped, as she grasped his palm firmly while at the same time trying to choke back the insane giggles that were bubbling up in her throat. "I thought he'd never leave,"
"Sessha believed this as well," Kenshin's voice dropped low as he yanked his arm back, pulling Kaoru closer to his seated form, his hand immediately dropping hers to wrap around her waist. The happy slits of happiness were now half-lidded with a hesitant desire. "Now he can-"
But the thought was stopped when she pressed a finger to his lips, her eyes also working to silence that sudden want that tensed the muscles in his arms, threatening to pull her even closer. However, instead of accepting the finger as sign to be quiet, the Rurouni gently pursed his lips to it, pouting in a strangely bold way. Shaking her head, she grabbed at one of his hands and using the freedom of her hip to her advantage, gracefully twirled out of his embrace.
"Ah, ah, ah" she taunted while wagging the same finger that not more than two seconds ago had been caressed by his lips, even as his eyes grew round with that familiar violet mischief. But she easily spun out of his attempt to hold her, which then turned into light-speed attempts to catch her. "We have to finish making the appetizers Kenshin,"
The ex-hitokiri paused in mid-lunge, and she could see him let the prospect of cooking befuddle his thoughts of playing with the Kamiya Kasshin Master a little longer. "Oro," he groaned, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "We need a break de gozaru," the eyes that had settled on her feet trailed up and over her form to lock with her brilliantly sparkling blue pools of the soul. She could almost feel him dive into their gaze, pushing at each stroke to get into her mind.
Flustered, she severed their connection by dropping her eyelids. "I agree, but if we take a break now, we'll just be that more rushed in the end," Kaoru finished her statement with a nod, assured that she was right. Though the feel of lips pleadingly pursing against her fingertip reminded her of how long she had wanted him to act on his emotions. And with Yahiko's interruption, she'd be calling herself a hypocrite if she told herself she wanted him to stop now.
She prayed that he couldn't see the blush creeping over her cheeks as she softly stroked the aforementioned fingertip with her thumb.
Suddenly she felt his arms slide around her, his breath coming fast and hot into her ear with a passionate "Kaoru," and she felt herself succumb to an equally passionate kiss.
'It's official,' Kaoru thought wryly as Kenshin's hands traveled up the back of her spine, tickled her neck, and finally found themselves in the bow holding up her ponytail at the top of her head. The indigo ribbon was on the kitchen floor before she could blink. Damn his speed; she had double-knotted that bow and braided the ends into the ribbon to fit the shape of a flower. 'I've created a monster,'
Catching hold of his ponytail, she gave a playful tug. "Kenshin," she taunted reproachfully, looking him in the eye.
He reeled slightly, one of his hands leaving her waist to reach behind him and investigate the offending pull. But no sooner had he done so, and no sooner had she counted on him fulfilling her wishes to get back to work, she felt fingers snatch her palm from her grip on his hair, and he grinned that rurouni-I'm-too-innocent-grin as he ducked his head between their arms and spun her around so as not to snap her wrist.
As she came to a rest with her back pressed close to his chest, Kaoru allowed herself a deep breath. Okay, so maybe this was nice. As he nuzzled her neck with his scarred cheek, 'nice' escalated to meltingly wonderful. And as his lips found her ear and whispered "Ashiteru," 'wonderful' leaped into the realm of 'erotically profound'.
She felt herself turned around and become lost in those eyes of his. Those eyes that could scream to the world how he felt without so much as a bat of an eyelash. "Gomen nasai, Kaoru," but those were his words rumbling rich from his throat. Plucking a clump of rice from his bangs, he grinned and winked at her, "Demo, you started it de gozaru yo."
Before she could protest, Kaoru found her feet sliding out along the ground. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on to him as he dipped her low. Swallowing, she looked up into his deadly serious eyes, their color a hard lilac that was rapidly paling into amber and barely heard him growl, "And Sessha intends to finish it, de gozaru."
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I'm starting to find the appeal in Battousai, *hentai grin*.he's just so.
*Shakes herself out of the spell of the assassin*
Ahem, anyway, this humble frog would appreciate any reviews you'd like to give her or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Then she'd love it even more if you want to go on to the delicious recipe of Aoshi and Misao for the next installment of DSIWF, if she's posted it yet.damn college. -_- zzzz (That would be me half asleep because of 3 hours of sleep last night)