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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.

 

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        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…**