A/N: This is an unused scene from my unfinished fic, "Stuck," but you don't have to have read that to understand this one.
Saitou
"When was the last time you slept with somebody? Besides just now, I mean," Enishi said as he pulled the sheet up over Kaoru's shoulders. "Last year? Dr. Shinomori?"
"Ew. No." The month Kaoru had spent in bed with the taciturn visiting professor had been weird but hot, and a much-needed distraction from her fears after Kenshin and Tomoe had disappeared. But Aoshi never smiled, and it had been a relief when he returned to Oxford. "What about you?" She asked. "Weasel girl?"
"Misao," Enishi groaned, and the embarrassment on his face was clear even in the low candlelight. "Will you ever let that one go?"
"No." A giggle escaped Kaoru's throat as she recalled the energetic climate activist Enishi had worked with to stage a die-in protest against the county's approval of controversial fracking permits. "I liked her. She was spunky."
"I only slept with her that one time," Enishi muttered. "She didn't really like me. She was trying to make somebody jealous - some short smiley guy on the protest's legal team. I heard it worked out for her, though." He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, the last time was, uh, Yumi Komagata. Remember her?"
"Of course. That's so unethical!" Kaoru said, shocked but giddy. But she wasn't entirely surprised to hear that Enishi had conducted an affair with the estate lawyer he'd hired to get through probate court after the declaration of Tomoe's death; Yumi was beautiful and scary smart. "Isn't she married?"
"She and her husband have an arrangement. Or something. Whatever." Enishi smirked and glanced at the ceiling. He shifted his arm under Kaoru and rolled onto his side so that he was facing her. "So? What about your most recent conquest?"
Kaoru bit her lip before responding. "Don't laugh."
"No promises."
He's definitely going to laugh, Kaoru thought. "It was before I got laid off, and - you know, before we found out that Tomoe and Kenshin are still alive."
"Yeah. Stop stalling. Who was it?"
Kaoru sighed. "Detective Saitou."
Enishi's grin wavered. "The - uh -" he coughed. "The smoker?"
At least Enishi hadn't said 'the old guy.' "Yeah. Him," Kaoru grunted. She lightly scratched Enishi's bare chest and avoided his eyes.
"How -" Enishi's voice dipped low, and it was difficult to tell what he was thinking from his tone. "When did that even happen? After he took your statement about my sister?"
"No, not then. Honestly, it was kind of an accident. I had gone back to the police station to check on Tomoe's and Kenshin's case, but nobody could tell me anything and - anyway, it was raining and I was cold. I didn't want to go home, so I walked across the street to a coffee shop and kind of zoned out for a while. Then the barista closed up and basically shoved me out the door, and while I was standing there, Hajime just appeared in front of me, not saying anything, just holding his umbrella and offering me a cigarette . . ." Kaoru trailed off. It had been strangely healing to lose herself in the arms of someone who didn't want to hear about her grief. And Hajime had known how to do things in bed, the memories of which still gave Kaoru goosebumps.
"So you were with him just that one time?" Enishi prompted.
"No." Kaoru blew the bangs out of her face. "It was pretty frequent for a few weeks. But at the end of the month he sent a text saying that he was deleting my number and going back to his, um, wife." Suddenly the conversation didn't seem so funny. "I guess my morals aren't much better than yours."
"It's easy to ignore what's right when you're in so much pain." Enishi sighed, then dropped into silence for a long time. Finally, he nuzzled her scalp and kissed her forehead. "Well, we don't need Yumi or Saitou anymore. Right?"
Kaoru squeezed Enishi tightly. "Right."