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Rurouni Kenshin Fanfic
Rurouni Kenshin & Samurai X
Original Japanese Version © N.Watsuki/Shueisha * Fuji-TV * SME Visual Works
Inc. * Sony Pictures Entertainment
All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were
written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for
publication or sale.
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A Love Story
by Chiruken
Part 15
Terrenity
“A dull and low terrenity.”
--Feltham
Shinomori Aoshi,
dark hair shadowing emerald green eyes, guided his companion down the stairs of
the Aoiya to the first floor with a light touch against the small of her back,
ignoring the questioning look directed towards him from over her shoulder from
dark eyes narrowed in growing suspicion.
Stopping at the end of a short, narrow hall before the closed shouji to
a darkened room, he allowed a small smile to curve his lips upwards, quickly
hiding it when she turned to him again.
He nodded towards the room and quickly slid the shouji open, stepping
back a half step and urging her to enter the room with light pressure from the
hand still resting against her back.
Entering, albeit somewhat
reluctantly, Takani Megumi frowned and peered around the shadowed room
curiously. Brushing her long dark hair
over her shoulder she drew in a soft breath and turned slowly to face Aoshi. "Aoshi..." She began only to be
interrupted when he suddenly drew her into his arms, lips descending to hers
for a deep, passionate kiss. Dark eyes
closing with a blissful sigh, Megumi raised her arms to entwine about his neck,
eagerly pulling him closer, fingers tangling in the dark hair curling over the
collar of his yukata.
With a low growl
Aoshi pulled her closer, deepening the kiss as his hands moved over her back in
circles, drawing her ever closer to his lean frame, until finally resting
against her slender hips. Lifting his
head to gaze into her smouldering, passion-hazed eyes, he broke the kiss and
rested his forehead against hers.
"Itoshii..." He murmured softly. He slowly turned her in a half circle, her body melting again his
hardness and he drew in a sharp breath.
"Stay with me tonight..." He whispered as he bent his dark
head next to hers to nibble on the delicate shell of her earlobe.
Megumi's head fell
to the side as his lips continued their exploration down to the slender column
of her throat. "Mmm..." She
murmured softly, trying bring all objections to the foremost of her mind and
failing under the sensual onslaught of his gently roving lips moving over her
sensitive skin.
"Say
yes..." He huskily urged as his strong hands urged her closer to him. "Say yes, itoshii..."
"I..." She
swallowed and drew in a shaky breath.
"I don't..." The rest of her protest was cut off when he
claimed her lips again in a searing kiss.
Her fingers clenched in his hair as she was assailed by the sensual
sensations spiraling out of control, threatening to drown her on a sea of
pleasure.
Lifting his head
again to stare into her upturned face, Aoshi demanded once again. "Stay with me Megumi...stay with me
tonight."
With a delicate
shiver, Megumi nodded. "Y-yes,
Aoshi...I'll stay..."
Any further
discussion was cut off when his lips crushed hers again as he spun her into the
centre of the room, urging her to the floor, to the waiting futon spread open
earlier before his excursion to the bathhouse to listen in on the conversation
between the three women, his strong, sword-callused hands moving to the ties of
her damp yukata and tugging it loose.
Slowly, reverently, he pushed the soft cotton aside and gently caressed
the silken skin now exposed to his heated gaze. "Beautiful..." He murmured softly as he gently cupped
the fullness of her breasts and gazed into her darkened gaze. His lips curved upwards into another small
smile. "Mine." He whispered fiercely as he bent to claim
her lips in a possessive assault.
Unable ...unwilling...to
resist the seductive call of his passionate caresses, Megumi clutched at his
broad shoulders and surrendered to the tidal wave of growing need flooding her
senses, stealing her ability to think rationally, and she reveled in the
feeling of delicious freedom it afforded her.
With Shinomori Aoshi she didn't have to be the calm and logical
doctor...she could allow her passionate nature free reign without fear of
censure. When his lips left hers to
trail across the delicate line of her jaw, down her throat, to dip into the
satin smooth valley between her breasts, her back arched, a soft cry escaping
her parted lips. "Aoshi..."
His name emerged as a pleading moan as she thrust her fingers into his hair;
trying to urge his lips in the direction she most wanted his attention to focus
on.
Aoshi complied with
the urgent plea in her voice and strong hands.
Lightly tracing his lips across the gentle swell of her breast, he
pressed open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive underside of the rounded fullness,
slowly making his way to the taut peak.
Pausing for just an instant, he drew the hardened tip into the moist
warmth of his mouth to gently suckle, earning a soft sigh of pleasure before he
release it to blow a soft breath against the sensitive flesh. Ignoring her vocal protest, he moved on to
lavish the other mound with similar attention, all the while tracing slow
circles over the satiny smooth skin of her flat abdomen to the rounded curves
of her hip, his fingertips barely skimming over the flesh, teasing,
tantalizing, tempting...promising more to come. When her back arched off the soft mattress of the futon he took
advantage and slid his arm under her, pulling her closer to his lean hardness,
lifting his head to claim her lips again in a demanding kiss, thrusting his
tongue against hers in a sensual dual, reveling at the amazing responsiveness
of the woman in his arms when she responded in kind.
Megumi moaned softly
and trailed her fingers over the hard muscles of his back, pausing to gently
caress the lines of various scars acquired over the years through countless
battles with nameless, faceless foes.
She blinked back tears as her hands continued to move, pushing the
yukata further off his shoulders and down his back towards his lean hips, silently
scolding herself for her foolishness. He
neither wants nor needs your pity, Takani Megumi! Rejoice that he's yours now and stop dwelling on the things that
you can't change! Her lips curved
into a soft, loving smile at her silent self-chiding comments. All thoughts ceased to flow sensibly when
she felt his strong fingers moving over the sensitive skin of her thighs,
urging her to open up to him. Slowly,
shyly, she allowed him access to her most intimate parts, biting her lips to
hold in a cry of startled pleasure when his hand rested against her moist
warmth. Though this was far from her
first time with Aoshi, she still marveled at the delicious shivers he caused to
travel up her spine, sensitizing her nerve endings, delighting her with his
tender seduction.
Aoshi bent to claim
her lips again, urging her closer, their heated skin melding, creating a heat
far hotter than the blazing sun of midday, his free hand moving in lazy circles
against the creamy smoothness of her thighs, delighting in the soft moans his
touch brought to her lips…lips parted beneath his own, welcoming his invasion,
demanding more. He complied eagerly,
thrusting his tongue into the receptive cavern, engaging in the sensuous dual,
arousing them further.
***
Outside in the
bathhouse, Misao reclined in the cooling furo, eyes closed, lips curved upwards
in a gentle half smile, thoughts drifting lazily through all the amazing
revelations of the day, unaware of the silent figure moving stealthily closer,
footsteps and breath covered by the sound of rain falling on the roof. With a soft sigh she lifted her leg slowly,
water dripping from the firmly muscled calf to fall into the furo again. “Ahhh…” She reached to the side, eyes still
closed, and grasped the sake cup, carefully lifting it to her lips to sip
appreciatively of the fragrant liquid.
**To Be
Continued…**