Fall from Grace
By hye-kyo
Disclaimer: Nope, RK isn't mine.
Author's Notes: So I haven't updated in a really long while. This is quite different, a little angsty, a little on the humor side, probably some drama, nothing fantastic here. I apologize if I haven't replied to most reviews but I am very happy everytime I see a review. So, this is the latest, hope you all like it.
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Title: Drunk
Rating: T
Genre: General, Romance, Humor/Drama
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No, no. Kaoru was never afraid. She was never afraid of her stupid slip of a husband. Make that almost ex-husband.
No she wasn't afraid. She was merely surprised to see him at her doorstep, drunk, sobbing while she on the other hand was also drunk and well, sobbing quite as much.
She was not sad. No, she wasn't. She was merely remembering how things led to this, to this utterly nonsensical thing called divorce. She was merely imagining how she would be much better off without having to go through with it.
And so they both stood there at her doorstep, both drunk and sobbing.
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Of course. Of course he was always faithful. No, no, you're getting it wrong. The divorce was merely due to a misunderstanding. Kenshin knew his wife, she would never be his ex-wife, has the tendency to blow things out of proportion. This was one of those things, apart from all the other things before. But things like this that happened in the past had never been blown so out of proportion.
No, nothing in the past. So he had gone out of his mind thinking of a way to stop this stupid mess called divorce. No he doesn't want to let go of her.
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Maybe because she was drunk, she let him in. Yes, it was all because of drunkenness, yes, she was drunk because she had finished a bottle of beer. Just a bottle of beer. So she was probably drunk because if she wasn't she wouldn't have let him in. So she was drunk, drunk because of a bottle of beer. And people say she's a hard drinker.
"I don't want to leave," he murmured, sitting on the couch.
She swallowed hard. Kaoru knew he had been staying over at a friend's house after she had thrown him out of the house.
"I want to stay with you."
She frowned. No, she wasn't going to go easy on him. She had enough of it.
"I don't know what to do without you."
Oh, the standard lines. Just like in the movies. She stood up, "I've had enough of your womanizing."
"Womanizing?" he stood up too, "I've never been unfaithful."
She rolled her eyes.
"You know perfectly well that Tomoe and I are just—"
"Right," she said, trying to slur her words to sound drunk, "You and her are just on a professional relationship."
"Please…" he took a step towards her.
Right. Professional. She had heard that line from somewhere in a Western movie. Of course from the moment she heard that Tomoe, his ex was going to work with him she had been more cautious, more observant, probably a bit more fidgety, and a bit more symbolist. Of course not, it wasn't all symbolisms. She knew that something was happening beyond the symbols and the symptoms.
"I don't want to lose you."
"Kenshin," it hurts to say his name, "Please leave now."
He swallowed hard. She could see it from the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"Don't talk to me anymore. You know where to contact my lawyer." And she turned around.
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Yes he's drunk. He joined Sano, his best buddy and his housekeeper/landlord for the meantime, at a pub. After a shot, Kenshin thought he was drunk and decided to see his wife.
Well the reason for all of this was his ex-girlfriend. Kaoru had always been a bit insecure about her. Not that it was her fault. It was more of his actually. Tomoe came back to the country, joined the company where he was working and was eventually assigned to work with him. Fate. Or something similar.
So Kaoru had a jealous streak. She complained how he suddenly talked too much about his ex, which…well, was true. She complained how he suddenly lost time for her, which includes dinners together, movies and lovemaking. So yes, he had lost time. But not because of his ex, it was because the company was preparing for its twenty-fifth anniversary. Yeah, and this was his fault because he never explained it to her.
So when she told him to not talk to her anymore and contact her lawyer instead he felt the sudden urge to grab her arm, turn her around and kiss her senseless.
And that was what he did.
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Kaoru pulled back, stared at Kenshin for a time and realized that since she was drunk she has a license to do whatever it was that she wanted to do. She could always say she was drunk as an excuse anyway.
So she kissed him back. Furiously.
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Kenshin knew he doesn't want to go anywhere else. No matter how both imperfect a combination the two of them make, no matter how imperfect the match maybe, he knew that he doesn't belong anywhere else but here, in her arms, with her.
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And they were kissing each other ferociously when Kenshin said, "Kaoru I—" and Kaoru silenced him and started kissing him again. Well, she was playing drunk…no, make that really drunk. Who could blame her? And she is still so in love…
He drowned out all words and instead slipped his hands underneath her shirt, traced the underwire of her brassiere and remembered all too well the familiar curve of her breasts, the perfect fit against his palms and not wanting to simply wallow in memories he slipped his hands underneath and unclasped the buckle. And he heard her moan.
She felt restless, an ache building in between her thighs, a knot forming in her abdomen. She knew she wanted him, just as much as he wanted her, and that there would be no other man in her life, only this stupid redhead. She tugged at his shirt, at his buckle and at the fly of his pants.
"I love you," he whispered against her skin when he had fully undressed her. He was desperate, he was beginning to feel so desperate. He didn't want to lose her, he knew, from the moment he saw her at the kendo competition that she was going to be the one. She looked so beautiful in her gear, laughing, her hair in a messy ponytail, sweat glimmering from her temples to her neck, disappearing underneath the neckline of her already drenched shirt, her eyes blue and bright. He knew he was suddenly so in love.
"I love you too," she whispered back, coaxing him back up to kiss his mouth, to remind herself of what he feels like, of what he tastes like. She felt like she could breathe again, even though his mouth was on hers, she felt like she was suddenly so alive. Could she? Could she give it another chance?
"Don't leave me," he whispered as he kissed every inch of her body, as he tasted, touched and felt every part of it, as he made love to her with eyes, mouth, tongue, hands, skin and soul as if it was very first time they had made love, as if it was the only time they would make love.
She closed her eyes. Maybe. Maybe another chance.
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She feigned hangover when she woke up the following morning. His head was on her breasts, his hair pooling about and his arms around her. She frowned, stirred a little, she knew he wakes up from the slightest of movements, and yawned.
"Good morning," he wiped sleep from his eyes. He moved up, his chest against her breasts and she reddened, looked away and frowned.
"Get off," she said, trying to act grumpy. She squirmed but he had kept her in place, "I said get off."
"You said you love me too," he said teasingly, kissing the corners of her mouth.
"I don't remember," though she could remember clearly, "I was drunk remember?"
"Hmm…drunk…right," and he grinned, nipped at her lower lip and started rubbing on her arm. His mouth moved down to her neck, to the sensitive area under her ears and let his tongue run little circles on her heated skin.
She fought a moan. "Get off. Get off you pervert."
"You said you love me too," he was smiling against her skin, his hands trailing down to touch her everywhere. She shuddered and she started squirming.
"Kenshin," she cried out but nevertheless let him continue.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Shut up!" she hit him, which made him wince and laugh.
"I'd stop if you say you'd continue with the divorce," he said, teasing her, whispering in her ear, stroking her. He could feel the pounding of her heart against his own and he suddenly had a vision of himself holding a little redhead with sparkling blue eyes. He smiled to himself. "I love you."
She buckled underneath and a moan escaped her mouth, she was pleading with her body yet her eyes were defiant.
"Fine," he said, a playful glint in his eyes, "I'd stop now." And he suddenly stood up.
Kaoru suddenly tackled him down, taking down back on the bed, underneath her and landed a punch on his gut. He coughed. "Alright," she swallowed hard, "I'd decide after you finish what you started. I'd give you another chance if you make me scream. Otherwise, I'm signing the divorce papers." Yet she knew she was going to chuck the papers in the wastebasket later.
His eyes widened, a grin forming on his mouth and suddenly he was on top of her, her naked form under the gaze of his golden eyes and with a feral smile he said slowly, "Yes Ma'am."
"Good," she smiled, lovingly, and felt tears on the corners of her eyes. How stupid. She almost laughed at herself, at the two of them but his mouth was suddenly on hers.
"I'm sorry," he broke the kiss and rested on the crook between her neck and shoulder.
"Shut up," she said, punching him playfully, "Make me scream or else…" she laughed out loud.
He watched her face, run his fingers through her hair and touched her lips. "More than scream koishii. You will do more than scream," and he was suddenly kissing her and teasing her and his hands were everywhere and his mouth was everywhere and she was moaning and laughing and crying.
"Kenshin," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him, "I love you too." Later that day, she burnt the divorce papers and threw the remains in the wastebasket.
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A/n: So cheesy ne?