Pretty Man

A pair of sleepy green-grey eyes opened to stare up at the ceiling and the still slowly moving fan. Aoshi lifted his right hand to brush over his face to try and wake himself up more. After yawning loudly he turned his head to notice Misao was not in bed next to him. Looking around the room after rising to sit up in the bed - sheets pooling in his lap - Aoshi found their clothes still scattered the carpeted floor. Misao hadn't made a run for it, which Aoshi was relieved about.

Getting up he found a robe and placed it over his naked form to go in search of the missing young woman. Leaving the bedroom he faintly heard some humming which was not coming from the lounge area and in fact was coming from the slightly ajar door of the bathroom. Aoshi headed that way and silently pushed the door open to reveal Misao slumped in the spa bath. There was a scent of flowers in the air and Aoshi noticed Misao had washed her hair and pinned it messily on top of her head. He also noticed that one leg was raised, knee bent out of the water while her left was hanging over the edge of the tub, giving him a generous view of one silky smooth leg. Misao was currently leaning back against the tub with a soft hum coming from her lips, a tune Aoshi had not heard before.

Instead of voicing he was awake and staring blatantly at her, Aoshi leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over the parted robe while his head was slightly tilted to the side as though calculating something. A new smirk crossed his lips as his hands went down to untie the loose knot on his robe and then he slipped it off as it fell silently to the tiled floor and pooled at his bare feet. Padding lightly to the edge of the tub Aoshi guessed, no he knew there was plenty of room in there for him too. Though his eyes were now trained on the limp leg hanging out of the tub. His hand itched to touch that milky skin once more, to drag his hand from ankle, to calf, to knee and then all the way up the thigh to rest at her hip. She was so smooth and Aoshi began to crave her touch. He shook his head however and instead stepped into the bath, quietly of course. Misao was still oblivious as she was evidently deep in thought about something, probably him no doubt and slowly Aoshi descended into the nice warm bubbly water.

His position was given away however when his toes accidentally knocked Misao's right leg making her jerk slightly and her head lifted up. Ocean blue eyes snapped open to gaze at her intruder. The two of them didn't know how long their staring contest went on for, but Misao now had a blush racing across her cheeks when she watched Aoshi lean forward, his left hand resting on her updrawn knee.

"How are you feeling?" She gulped at his words and the warmth of his experienced hand on her chilled knee and instantly placed her leg carefully back into the water. All Misao could do – to her horror of course – was nod her head. Finally gulping down the lump in her throat, Misao replied.

"I'm good." She watched as Aoshi's eyes closed for a minute as he pulled his hand from her knee and placed the both of them around his own legs and leaned forward his chin resting on his forearms. Misao caught the sigh of relief and even she was surprised at herself that she hadn't screamed at the man for interrupting her bath and for the fact that he had the audacity to actually join her in it. In fact, Misao's eyes widened slightly as she realised she actually liked that Aoshi had joined her.

"Misao-sama?" Her eyes locked with green-grey and Misao couldn't help but place on a small shy smile, her knees moving up closer to her bubble bath protected chest.

"I'm sorry about your lip." Misao mumbled as she chewed on her own and watched as Aoshi held a small smile while shaking his head, messy bangs parting away from his face as he did so.

"It's alright Misao-sama, besides I'm wondering what my back looks like instead." This little comment from Aoshi just made Misao blush more before she leaned over the bath to grab a face washer and dunked it into the warm water.

"Turn around."

"What?" Aoshi questioned, his eyes lurking for a moment on the tops of her breasts as Misao had sat up straighter in the spa bath.

"Turn around and I'll clean them for you." He took Misao's advice and turned awkwardly around in the bath to have his back and his little puncture wounds facing her. He fought off a shudder when instead of a cloth there were fingers moving slowly over his soapy back. "I really did mark you…" Misao murmured to herself but Aoshi moved his head over his right shoulder to gaze silently at her having heard her words.

"Its okay Misao-sama, you needn't feel bad, sometimes these things happen during a passionate experience. You just need to come to terms with the fact that you're quite the feisty woman in bed." Flushing at his words all Misao could do was thump him on the back before bringing up the face washer to cleanse the wounds. They weren't too deep, more like scratch marks, but still Misao felt completely embarrassed and this was all she could do to try and repay him for - she flushed again - a wonderful experience.

Silence rained in the bathroom, as the only noise to break it was the sound of water droplets falling back into the spa bath everytime Misao rinsed out the wash cloth. She had felt Aoshi shudder every now and then because of her ministrations, but voiced nothing of it. In truth, she was currently stuck on one single thought.

"Misao-sama, if this is awkward I can leave you alone." Misao snapped out of her thoughts at the rich deepness in his voice.

"No, it's not that, it's just…" Misao faulted when Aoshi moved in the bath to face her once more. Oh he looked so good with bubbles dripping down his chest and with his jet-black hair spiked in several directions giving her a better look into his smouldering eyes. Those intense eyes were locked with her larger ones, waiting patiently for her to finish what she was going to say. "First, calling me Misao-sama is not good."

"Oh?"

"Well, you can in front of others, but if we are alone together it just feels more, um, nice that we can refer to each other so casually. I like it that way."

"Alright, Misao…" Just the way he spoke it sent a light flush to her cheeks.

"Um, I don't really know how to bring up my main thought at this very moment though." Misao softly confessed, eyes lifting back to Aoshi as he had leaned forward once more and cupped her face so she could not break away from him.

"Tell me…" She melted at the softness in his voice and the concern hidden within his gaze.

"We slept together." Misao softly voiced, more so to herself then to Aoshi.

"Thank you for that news flash Misao, but I can recall everything from last night on my own." There was laughter in his eyes and it so happened to be accompanied by a small almost nonexistent smile on his lips. It was there, Misao knew it because she knew where to find the source. The lightness in his eyes, the twitch at his lips meant he was trying to fight one off. Oh how she would love to just jump over to that side of the bath and smother him with a few kisses, but of course she didn't. Instead Misao rested her forehead on her knees and muffled out her next question.

"And payment?" The little playful smile was gone in an instant as Aoshi heard Misao's confession. A frown was evident on his lips now at hearing that word escape Misao's lips. It did not settle right within his heart.

"Payment…?" Aoshi couldn't help but mutter it aloud.

"For that service, what do you charge?" Ocean blue orbs dared to lift up and look over at Aoshi as he had not voiced any price at all. In fact his head was tilted as he too was resting his forehead on his knees, long bangs blocking her view of his eyes once again. Misao's hand raised and went to brush his silky locks of hair when it froze in motion, as did her breathing when Aoshi suddenly stood up in the bathtub. Her eyes grew wide, watching trails of bubbles fall down his sleek tanned and finely chiselled skin. They trailed a distinctive path down his chest, over his groan area, some making there way down his hips and over his buttocks, but most travelled down his thighs to fall back into the warm water. There were only three words Misao could think of at this very moment.

'Oh my God!'

Her heart thumped loudly within her ears and her breath had caught in her throat. He was a vision of bubbled beauty and Misao could not take her eyes off of Aoshi even when he stepped out of the tub and headed back towards his discarded robe on the floor. Misao watched intently as he bent down to pick it up. Now however her eyes were glued to his sculptured back before resting completely on his firm buttocks as he once more stood to his proper height. Unconsciously Misao licked her lips, until she snapped out of her daze of ogling when Aoshi had turned around to face her, robe back in place and covering his naked, wet and drool worthy body.

'Damn…'

"That service Misao, there is no payment for you." She blinked at his words, lips parting as he turned around ready to head out of the bathroom.

"I don't understand." Misao quickly spoke, wanting him to stay within the confines of the bathroom just a little bit longer.

"That moment I will keep with me for always and no payment will ever sum up to what I felt by being with you last night." Misao's lips were parted in a small 'o' shape, but on her cheeks was a pleasant flush at his confession. Her smile grew as she watched him leave, the door closing quietly behind him. He had liked what they shared, what they fulfilled with each other. Misao couldn't be happier and so she quickly ducked under the water and squealed happily in delight. Raising back up, locks of hair now heavy with water, Misao didn't care in the least. In fact her mind was now plagued with bubble images or naked images of the man outside the bathroom. Her face grew hot just thinking about him and quickly she got out knowing pleasure would have to wait as she needed to get herself ready for another business meeting.

'Must not think of a certain bubbled beauty at my mercy.'

Misao pulled a towel over her naked body and opened the door to head for the bedroom to decide on what she would wear today. Her eyes quickly glanced for Aoshi and found the balcony door open, so she was certain he was outside taking in the cool air. She smiled lightly to herself before moving to the wardrobe to decide if she should wear a white suit or a black one. Placing the two outfits on the bed they were pretty much opposite to each other. Nice pantsuit, as the black one had a white blouse while the white one had a black blouse.

"Wear the white." Misao gasped lightly at being surprised by Aoshi and turned around to face him in her towel, water droplets falling to her slender shoulders. "I always see you in navy blue or black, so I think white will look good on you."

"Anything looks good on me." Misao spoke up and held a confident smile before heading for a drawer to pick out what lingerie set she would wear. It was obviously going to be white, but she had a couple of nice sets to choose from.

"True, but I do prefer you naked." Blue orbs turned to look back at Aoshi and watched as he lay casually on the bed facing her, his left elbow dug into the mattress as he held his head up with his left palm.

"Always with the perverted thoughts." Misao shook her head before tightening the towel around her and then bent over to place on her underwear.

"No fair…" She heard Aoshi mumble before poking her tongue at him and turning away as she lowered the towel to her waist and placed on her bra, her bare back facing him and probably aggravating him even more. Turning back around she could feel his heated gaze on her but desperately tried to ignore it as she grabbed the silk black blouse and placed it on. She had never felt like this around anyone. Aoshi just seemed to radiate some kind of sexual chemical energy that set off her lustful hormones at wanting him again and again. Misao fought off her blush and pulled the towel away from her mid section and stepped into her neatly pressed trousers. The blouse rested at the waistband and Misao sat on the bed near Aoshi and placed her feet into a pair of dress shoes and tied up the straps around her ankles.

"Well are you going to get ready?" Misao questioned Aoshi and watched him sit up on the bed, only to have him sit behind her as he grabbed her towel and placed it over her shoulders.

"Ready for what?" Aoshi mumbled in response while untying Misao's hair and began drying it with the towel.

"To come with me of course."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm meeting a potential customer that could possibly sell my tea in his famous shrine that's been running in his family for over 60 years now, but I have to meet him at a theatre where a martial arts tournament is happening."

"Interesting…" Aoshi muttered to himself before leaning over and grabbing a brush from the corner draws near the bed. Brush strokes untangled Misao's hair before Aoshi began placing it in a braid. Her hair was still slightly damp but having wet hair and doing a braid was a lot easier then doing it with dry hair. Once more when Aoshi finished and pulled slightly away from Misao, though still sitting on the bed behind her, he watched as she swung her braid over her shoulder to inspect it.

"You know you're really good at this."

"I had practice remember?"

"With your mother and sister ne?"

"My sister had plaits mainly, but then she didn't like me very much, so we weren't that close. I mainly practiced on my mother while she was in hospital." The room fell silent at that and as much as Misao wanted to ask questions she instead heard Aoshi sigh before he rose from the bed to head for his own clothing in another wardrobe.

"Aoshi…"

"So do you think this outfit will work for your meeting?" Misao frowned slightly as he changed the subject. It was like he could easily open up to her, but with the smallest slip of personal information he seemed to clam up on her.

"It should be fine." Misao replied before leaving the room to grab her briefcase and any samples she needed to bring with her.

XxXxXxX

Ten minutes passed as Misao got her things together and Aoshi was now ready to leave with her. He was dressed in a pair of brand new black sneakers; black dress trousers with a dark grey buttoned down shirt. Three buttons were open on it as he wore a plain white shirt underneath. He smelled of a nice musky cologne which Misao couldn't help but take a deep breath of.

Once down in the lobby and out of the hotel the both of them were met by a smiling Yahiko as he opened the limo door for them. Aoshi bid him good morning which was practically inaudible while Misao just smiled and stated where they needed to go.

Xx Tokyo Entertainment Theatre xX

As Aoshi silently followed Misao inside he gazed around the darkened theatre and realised a match had already started on the combat floor laid out for the tournament. While Misao looked around to try and find the VIP area, Aoshi glued his eyes to the fighters performing. At the tug on his shirt his eyes locked with Misao's as she voiced softly to him where they needed to be. Once more he followed behind her as they made there way to the VIP area.

"Ah there he is and she's even on time too that is amazing." Misao spoke mostly to herself before walking towards the table and chairs.

"Kawashima-san, Takani-san, so nice to see you this morning. I thank you for taking the time to have this meeting with me Kawashima-san." Misao prattled away while Aoshi froze in his footsteps at Misao's words or namely the 'Takani-san' part. His eyes were glued to the back of the woman's head, watching as one of her creamy hands lifted up to flip a long strand of black hair over her shoulder.

"My apologies, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine." Misao spoke, her eyes lifting up to look at the frozen Aoshi. Her smile was gone as she caught the wideness of his eyes.

"Excuse me a moment." Misao laughed lightly, though more so embarrassed then anything and quickly walked after the retreating Aoshi. She grabbed a hold of the back of his shirt, making him stop in his strides and stepped in front of him.

"What's the matter with you?" Misao questioned quietly and made sure that the two of them weren't in anyone's way.

"I know her!" Aoshi grounded out lightly, eyes quickly flickering over his shoulder and he thanked the gods that "Takani-san" hadn't looked over at the two of them.

"You what? I mean how?" Misao questioned and then it dawned on her. The telephone call, Megumi crying and then her confession. "It was you! You were the one with her!"

"What?"

"She rang me, to tell me she slept with a prostitute and it must be you if you know her right?" Misao spoke quietly though she could feel her anger rise. Was she perhaps jealous?

"No!" Misao blinked surprised at his answer and watched as Aoshi brushed past her and headed out of the VIP section. She truly wanted to go after him, but her meeting was important. She sighed lightly before heading back to the table and apologised and explained that her "friend" was shy and didn't wish to interrupt this particular meeting. And so it went under way, Misao fully in business mode while Aoshi continued to head for the exit only to stop near it and watch part of the fight going on.

"Too long ago…" He muttered to himself before leaving the theatre.

Xx Hours pass – back at the Penthouse xX

"Aoshi? Are you here?" Misao spoke as she opened and closed the door with her security key. The TV was on, the balcony door was opened but there was no Aoshi. Misao turned her head to the bathroom door and walked towards it, having heard running water coming from the shower. She pried the door open and noticed Aoshi's fogged and hunched figure in the large shower stall.

"Aoshi?" Misao spoke out, making sure he knew she was inside the bathroom with him, which was more then what he did for her. She poked her head through the glass door of the shower and found out why he was hunched over. He sat on the tiled ground, legs crossed and with his back to her. His head was bent, drenched hair falling over his face and warm water streaming down his back.

"I'm sorry about this morning, about thinking you were with Megumi. I should have given you the benefit of the doubt."

"Why? It's what I do remember?" Misao frowned at his cold words.

"No, you're not a prostitute, you're a gigolo."

"Am I? How do you know I wasn't just lying back there?"

"Well I don't, but you could always tell me the truth."

"It's not important…" Aoshi muttered before lifting his head to bend it back to catch some of the warm water on his face.

"I think it is." At that there wasn't a sound except water hitting skin or the tiled floor. Aoshi sighed lightly before stiffening when he felt a bare back press against his own.

"Misao, what…?" Aoshi spoke over his right shoulder and watched as Misao shook her head and then leaned it against his back.

"Come on, out with it." He smirked lightly before turning back to face the tiled wall in front of him. Should he tell her? Its not like she was going anywhere. And its not like she would tell anyone either as that would tarnish her as well.

"I was probably 8 when my mother died." Aoshi began and faintly took notice that Misao had turned onto her side, still pressed lightly against him, but quietly listening to his story. "She'd been in hospital since I was about 5 or 6 and I was too young that I never totally understood what was wrong with her. Every afternoon after school I'd visit her with my father, show her the pictures we drew, talked about some guys I had made friends with and always asked when she would be coming home. The look in her eyes was complete sadness. She knew she wasn't ever coming out of that hospital, she just never had the heart to tell me. I think during that time I matured so much that I wasn't your regular 6 or 7 year old. There were days I never went to school and spent all the time with my mother. Though we talked about so many things, these days I have trouble even remembering her face. I always helped as much as I could. I helped wash her face is she was sweating, helped her eat and watched TV with her. I even stayed awake to watch her sleep most nights. Then I began brushing her hair and that's how I learnt to do plaits and braids by following her instructions."

"Where was your sister in all of this?" Misao spoke softly, still resting on her side, cheek pressed between Aoshi's shoulder blades as water fell on her braided hair.

"She didn't come till later. She's still alive, but we don't speak. She's not my real sister either, just a step sister."

"Step sister?"

"Aa, my father remarried when I was about 9 and I automatically got a sister and her, a little brother. At first I thought it would be great, but in her eyes there was nothing but hatred towards me as though what had happened to her own family was my fault. Her parents broke apart because her mother was having an affair with my father. There was a time when we got on well, probably forced on her part, but she grew up and began to go out more and party with her friends. It's been so long that she probably wouldn't even know who I was if I walked passed her in the street, but I know her. I know those eyes and that hair from anywhere. They never change and the way she flicks her hair…that never changes either."

"You mean, Megumi is your…"

"Aa… When I saw her at the bar where my room is in the building that Kanryuu Takeda owns I couldn't believe it. At first I thought I was hallucinating, but it was her as clear as day. She flicked her hair, laughed and was off her face. I watched her trying to stumble out of the exit but Kanryuu stopped her, ripping her dress slightly as he did so. He looked like he was going to attack her because she didn't want sex with him again and no matter how much she hates me, I still would not want any harm to come to her. You see in our house when we were kids I never existed to our parents and so I was jealous of her. I never hated her; it was more of the fact that I envied her because she got their attention while I had none. Even now I look at the way she was, how much she had grown and yet she stooped so low to alcohol and a prostitute, something I never thought she would succumb too. She was more proper then that, more sophisticated and it was a shock to see her there and in a state like that. It doesn't matter anymore anyway, I don't exist to them, never existed to them. Anyway when I finally understood more, I felt like I was a burden and so I ran away for the first time at 11."

"You ran away?" Misao muttered, eyes blurring slightly, but bravely she held the tears back. She still couldn't get over the fact of Aoshi and Megumi being related though. How odd…and what a small world it was.

"I was of course found and taken home by some police. In fact they never knew I was missing in the first place, but made this big deal about it when the cops knocked on the door with me right beside them. I was yelled at, sent to my room and all I got from Megumi was glaring and the usual 'so typical of you to do this. You always want the attention around here.' I guess it couldn't be helped when she was at the age of like 14 or 15 and wanting to meet boys and not have an embarrassing family to introduce the boyfriend to. So instead I remained my ever-silent self and most of my time was either spent at school or in the confines of my room. When I went to high school I had no friends. The ones from primary school have left for different schools so that was hard to deal with. Over the years we lost contact and I wouldn't even know what they looked like now if I saw them. I was pushed around I guess, but one evening I found a club for martial arts and thought it looked pretty cool and joined. I mastered many art forms and the next time I was picked on, I ended up kicking the guy's ass. I was expelled for it too."

"No break huh?" Misao muttered while placing a light kiss on Aoshi's back. He felt it too, but brushed a hand through his hair instead.

"Yeah, I'm a right sob story." He replied sarcastically and received a jab from Misao and knew she wanted him to continue. Funnily enough, he actually wanted to as well. "I was probably 15 when I started hanging out on the streets a bit more, knowing that I'd lost my father to two other women in the house, I found it pointless to head back to a house that didn't even respond to any of my silent calls for help. In truth I was completely lost, emotionally and physically. By now I dropped my martial arts and was barely getting through school. I knew my father would receive letters from the principal so I continued to attend to not be punished, but was barely making a grade point average. At 17 I had enough and ran away, this time for good. That's how I ended up in Tokyo and ever since I met Enishi I've never gone back to Kyoto."

"You are from Kyoto?" Misao asked surprised.

"Aa, but I won't ever return. When I met Enishi, he showed me the ways of making a fast buck and he made it sound so great that so I agreed to give it a shot. One night when I was nearly ready for action, I took some drugs, got a woman and we had sex. She was probably twice my age and when it was all over and she had left, I threw up. Being 17 and thrown into such a life really took its toll on me. Too much partying and too many drugs filled up my system that I was constantly overdosing. In the end, probably when I was 18 or 19 I had enough and went dead cold on drugs. It was one of the worst times of my life, but Enishi got me through it, he always got me through some sort of dilemma I had gotten myself into, whether it was overdosing or being chased by the cops."

"He must really care about you."

"I was the new comer and seriously over time, because of my young boyish looks, it surrounded him with women and getting women meant getting laid and getting laid meant getting shitloads of money. Enishi lives for money, but as my clientele grew, prostitution started dwindling for me. It was just women after women and then them leaving and me feeling completely empty. Nothing ever changed and every woman became another paycheck and just another lay. It wasn't until one rainy night that I noticed another guy around our area and found out that he was an entertainer, a gigolo in fact. I asked Enishi questions about it and when he explained it all I felt I could do exactly that. So I stopped the sex and became the gigolo. Of course I always got the 'lets have sex' by the women but I had the choice to say no because I was the gigolo and I remember always being stone cold in reminding them that if they wanted a fuck I was not there guy. And that pretty much leads me up to now."

"Aoshi?" Misao voiced after a long silence between them.

"Hai?"

"You've really had it rough." Misao turned to face Aoshi fully even though his back was still to her and she watched him shrug.

"One cannot drown in sorrows. One can talk about them, but one shouldn't drown within them. I must continue on with life and I did just that and though I'm not in the most perfect of worlds at earning a living, at least in some respects I can say that I was proud of myself for ever making a depressed woman smile and feel alive again. I made them feel important and it changed their lives or so they said. I know I never started life out great and that I never really did fix it in the end, but at least I'm alive. There were so many times I could have just ended it, but my mother always told me to be strong. So with her words in mind I keep doing just that, as that's all I can do for now."

"I'm sorry Aoshi." Aoshi jerked his head up and took note that a wet and very naked Misao was kneeling in front of him now. "I'm sorry you weren't loved enough." His eyes had widened slightly as Misao leaned forward and pulled him into a comforting hug. She was, Misao was crying for him! Instantly his arms went around the petite woman and he placed his head into the crook of her neck.

"You are crying for me Misao. You are too kind. What I can't understand is why you continue to let me stay with you. You know who I am, but you don't seem disgusted with it at all. Why is that?"

"Truthfully, I'm not sure, but when I met you there was just something about you that fascinated me and so I invited you back here. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I'm glad that you're here with me." Aoshi sighed lightly as his arms tightened even more around Misao. He heard a giggle escape her lips as she brushed hers against his cheek as she spoke once more. "And besides you've got this convincing sexual chemistry that just triggers my senses to want you." Aoshi chuckled lightly at her words, and pulled away to gaze heatedly at Misao's flushed body.

He shifted positions, pulling Misao with him as he leaned his back against the cold-fogged screen. She sat in his lap, hip and thigh feeling the hardness of him but all he did was continue to hug her while his lips explored the warm skin on the side of her neck. At the shiver Misao let slip through her body Aoshi's lips trailed a bunch of kisses and licks to her mouth before plunging his tongue inside and making Misao respond to his actions.

"Do you want me Misao?" Aoshi questioned as his hand went up to her chest. He never got a response as Misao continued to whimper softly within his grasp, having taken her lips in another kiss. Pulling away from her swollen kissable lips Aoshi placed Misao's back against the tiled floor making her shiver at its coldness. His eyes locked with hers as he leaned over, warm water spraying all over his back and shooting off to hit the glass or the tiles. His hand began to caress her flushed skin, while experienced lips toyed with hers. Aoshi rose to his knees; lips travelling a path down Misao's trim stomach to place shallow kisses against each hip and her thighs. She squirmed impatiently under him and snapped her eyes open at feeling no contact at all.

"Aoshi? Whaaaaaaaaaaaat…" Misao screeched out in sheer delight as Aoshi played with her. Groaning and grinding was all Misao could do at the moment as she thrust one arm above her head as it slapped against the tiled wall while her other was slapped over her mouth trying to keep in her moans of pleasure. It was taken away however as moist lips captured hers in a heated kiss. Misao didn't have the energy to kiss back and instead enjoyed all her senses coming together as one as she basked in the feel of lips, teeth, tongue and fingers working her body perfectly.

"Show me your passion." Aoshi huskily voiced against her ear before pulling slightly away and watched on in fascination as Misao trembled and convulsed beneath him. "Breathe Misao…" Aoshi voiced once more, a hint of laughter and cockiness within his voice as he now lay heavily over her. However Misao didn't seem to mind and in fact wrapped her arms around his shoulders, heavy breaths being exhaled and inhaled at his neck.

"You never…" Misao needn't finish as Aoshi knew what she was getting at. He shook his head and then lifted himself and Misao up only to lean back against the stall door once more.

"We have no protection in here Misao and I wanted to give you something for listening to me earlier. Also I wanted to see what you looked like climaxing during the day." Misao never responded to him and just continued to melt and relax within his embrace.

In a matter of days this would all be over soon and he'd be back to his life and she back to hers. He would be here in Tokyo and she in Kyoto.

Why did that seem so wrong to her?

Xx To be continued xX