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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 16

Immensity

“Lost in the wilds of vast immensity.”

--Blackmore

Makimachi Misao, green eyes closed in contentment, sighed and lifted one slender leg from the water, pointing her toes upwards toward the high ceiling, water dripping back into the furo as she slowly moved her hand over the smooth skin, enjoying the feel of the wetness gliding under her callused hands, reveling in the peace of the moment. Much had happened in the past few days, so much so that her mind was still trying to grasp the full implications. Aoshi-sama…and Megumi…She shook her head slowly from side to side with a wry smile curing her lips upwards. “I should’ve seen it sooner…” She murmured as she lowered her leg and lifted the other in its stead. And Kaoru is with Sanosuke? Who’d have thought…I thought she was completely devoted to Kenshin…Here a slight frown tilted her lips downwards, puckering her brows as she allowed her head to fall back against the wall, resting her foot on the side of the furo comfortably. And I thought he was in love with her… “Hell, everyone thought so…” She muttered as she pushed her dark hair off her forehead, away from her closed eyes. The rain pattered steadily on the roof, soothing her as she thought of the man who had somehow, without her realizing it, laid claim to her heart. When? She thought with a frown of concentration. When did he come to mean so much to me? The answer was obvious. “From the very start…” She whispered on a soft exhalation of breath. From the moment she’d met him she’d known he was special…that he was different than anyone she’d yet met. As she’d come to know him through their travels, she’d discovered qualities in him that she could admire, even love…so why hadn’t she realized the truth? Again, the answer was staring her right in the face. “Aoshi-sama…” Shaking her head slowly she acknowledged that she’d been too preoccupied with a silly childhood crush to realize the truth of her budding affections for the red-haired rurouni. Of course, she’d also believed…as did everyone else…that Kenshin was in love with Kaoru and secretly she’d thought herself unable to compete with the other young woman for his affections and therefore she hadn’t allowed her heart to speak the truth.

Lips curving upwards into a sultry smile, Misao remembered the exact moment she’d stopped deluding herself. Lifting a hand slowly, she traced her lips with her wet fingers, mind occupied with the memory of Kenshin’s lips on her own. Releasing a soft sigh, she allowed her hand to fall back into the water with a splash. She wanted to be kissed by him again. It was that simple. But she wasn’t certain if he felt the same way about her. Biting her lip in uncertainty, she slowly slid further into the furo, feeling the water sloshing up around her shoulders, keeping her eyes closed. There was no way to no know…unless she came out and asked. She wasn’t sure she could be that forward, but unless she was willing to take a chance, she’d have to live with the doubts for the rest of her life, too afraid to reach out for what she knew now that she wanted.

Lifting her arms over her head, resting her hands against the wall behind her, Misao stretched languorously, back arching, lips parting of a soft sigh. Relaxing once again but allowing her arms to remain over her head, she drew her leg up, bent at the knee, and smiled. A faint blush stained her cheeks as she recalled the explicit conversation she shared with Kaoru and Megumi earlier. She couldn’t believe she actually took part in that conversation…especially knowing that Kenshin was listening just outside the window. She wondered how he took her comments. She hoped he wasn’t upset with her for divulging the details…not that there was much to tell. After all…they’d only shared a kiss…a soul shattering kiss, but just a kiss all the same. Lips forming into a pout, Misao sighed dramatically. She wanted to be kissed like that again, but she wasn’t certain it would happen.

Misao wiggled her toes, feeling decidedly decadent with her leisurely soak. Idly she wondered if the men were still standing under the window or if they’d gone inside already. She hadn’t heard a thing since before Megumi left with Kaoru. She lifted her shoulder in a careless shrug. They’d probably gone inside, out of the rain. With a soft sigh, Misao sank further into the water. “Kenshin…” She whispered softly, longingly, wishing that he were with her…she blushed as her thoughts took a turn towards the naughty and slightly risqué. She pressed her palms against her hot cheeks and laughed huskily. The water began to feel increasingly cool as her mind continued to follow her previous thoughts. “Oh, I’m so bad!” Suddenly her eyes snapped open in shock as she opened her mouth to scream.

***

Himura Kenshin, amber ringed violet gaze heating to molten gold as he reached into the furo to pull Misao’s slender form close against his own, ignoring the tepid water, and lowered his head to claim her lips before she could scream. The instant their lips met, Misao melted into his embrace. He took advantage and lifted her from the furo, leaning back and cradling her against his chest, lips leaving hers to trail across her delicate jaw to the small shell of her ear. Gently nipping the sensitive lobe he inhaled the sweetly feminine scent so uniquely hers alone. “Ah…koishii…” He murmured softly near her ear, one hand gently caressing her long dark hair, the other moving in slow, sensuous circles up and down her back, trailing his fingers over her soft satin smooth skin appreciatively. “So soft…” He pressed his lips to her shoulder in a tender caress. “So beautiful…” He trailed his hand from her hair down to her collarbone through the valley between her breasts, using the other to pull her closer. “So perfect…” He slowly traced his finger back up the same path he’d just followed up over her chin to her lips. His lips curved upwards into a slow, sensuous smile as he continued to moved his finger over the outline of her sensitive lips before bending close to claim them once again in a deep, intoxicating kiss. He pulled back reluctantly and gazed down into her flushed features with tender amusement. “And what was it that you wished for me to massage for you, koibito?”

Misao’s dark eyelashes fluttered before opening, revealing sea green eyes darkened with newly awakened passion, as her lips parted on a soft sigh. “You were listening?” She whispered softly, a faint blush of embarrassment blooming in her already flushed cheeks.

“Aa…” Using his forefinger he gently traced the delicate arch of her eyebrows, smoothing the worried pucker before tracing the delicate lines to her temple, down across her cheek to cup her chin as he claimed her lips again, slowly teasing, seeking another eager response before pulling away. “Show me…” His voice was a low purr of pure seduction.

Misao trembled under the sensual onslaught. “K-Kenshin!” She protested breathlessly as his hand moved to cup her intimately.

He closed his eyes in pleasure, the sound of his name on her lips more satisfying than he’d ever imagined. “Misao…” He whispered, arms coming around her again to pull her ever closer into a crushing embrace.

“T-too…tight…” She gasped, trying to draw in a breath. “K-Ken…shin…” She struggled feebly, feeling the beginnings of panic forming. Dammit! My first time can’t end like this! She gasped again when she met his intense golden gaze, Megumi’s warning sounding loud in her mind. ‘You are playing with fire, girl…be careful you don’t get burned. Ken-san isn’t a little boy to be played with…he’s a grown man.’ This was certainly a good example of her foolishness. She only hoped she could fix the problem she created before it became a disaster. Despite her uneasiness, she felt a shiver of excitement rush up her spine, knowing that somehow, someway she’d managed to tap into the more savage aspect of his personality. She pushed against his strong chest to no avail, finally resorting to reaching up and yanking hard on his hair to gain his attention as black dots began to form in her vision.

Wincing at the sharp tug, Kenshin loosened his hold immediately. “Sumimasen, koishii…” He murmured softly, head bowed, expression contrite. He hadn’t meant to become so rough and frighten his little toraneko. He bent close, closing his eyes and drawing in a deep breath in an effort to bring himself under a semblance of control again. “Slowly, yes?” He opened his eyes to see the smile curve her lips as she nodded in agreement. Returning her smile with a wicked grin, he stood, holding her close against his chest, in one fluid motion. “Ah…where to start?” He chuckled, a low, seductive sound, at her wide-eyed look of surprise. “Perhaps with answering my earlier question, hmm?”

“Ah…” Misao swallowed with difficulty, finding her thoughts scattering to the four winds at the heated look of promise in his amber gaze.

“Should I start guessing?” He spun, showing her that he’d been in the bathhouse for some time and that he’d been busy. Catching her look of surprise he offered her what he hoped was an innocent smile, but judging by the suspicious expression in her green eyes he knew he’d fallen well short of his intention. “Well…I didn’t want you to have to lay on the cold floor, koishii…” He knelt slowly, gently depositing her on the carefully laid out pile of towels and spare yukata’s. “Kirei…” He murmured as he sat back on his heels, his golden eyes moving over her naked form in a slow, appreciative perusal. He reached down and gently brushed her dampened dark hair away from her eyes, gaze intent on her mouth as he watched her tongue dart out to moisten her lips in a gesture that gave away her nervousness. Gritting his teeth, he bit back a groan and forced himself to ignore his body’s increasingly strident demands.

“How long have you been here?” She asked anxiously, trying to think if she’d done anything incriminating…or worse, said anything that might be construed as damning.

“Long enough to appreciate your natural tendencies towards seduction.” He stood abruptly, and turned for the door.

Misao blinked in confusion. “Kenshin?” She asked in a small voice. “Wh-where are you going?” She bit her lip nervously, certain that he’d changed his mind and was about to walk out on her.

“To add wood to the fire, of course.” He grinned and leaned down for a quick kiss. “I don’t like cold baths.” With that said, he left her alone with her imagination running rampant.

***

Misao wrapped her slender arms around herself, trying to still the tremors coursing through her limbs. Biting her lip, eyes trained on the door, she acknowledged that she was nervous. “Terrified…” She whispered and swallowed against the lump that had formed in her throat. What am I so afraid of? Kenshin would never do anything to hurt me…I know this. “So what’s my problem?” Shaking her head sharply at her foolishness, she continued to silently berate herself. I’m being an idiot! Admitting that she was being silly took care of one dilemma, but there was one more problem to address. She shifted to her knees and felt around the pile of cloths, clothes and towels until she found the yukata she’d been seeking. Before she could do more than lift it to her shoulders the door opened again and Kenshin stepped inside, shaking his head with a half smile that caused her breath to catch and her pulse to speed up. “Wh-what?” It came out as a breathless whisper as her eyes met his.

Kenshin leaned forward and grasped the edge of the yukata, tugging gently but insistently until she released the soft material. With a slight shake of his head he tossed it off to the side. “You don’t want to get your yukata wet, do you, koishii?”

“Wet?” She repeated automatically, allowing him to lift her to her feet.

“Yes…wet.” His lips curved upwards into a wicked smile, amber eyes moving slowly over her enticing curves, before he pulled her close again for another kiss, this time his lips lingering longer, teasing, demanding an equally passionate response from her. Thrusting one strong hand into her hair he held her head in place as he plundered the warm bounty of her waiting lips, the other hand at the base of her spine urging her closer, molding her slender form against his own, reveling in the way she melted against him.

Misao felt her senses spinning out of control under his sensual assault. Knees weakening, she clutched at his strong shoulders to keep from slithering to the floor at his feet. She was suddenly overcome with the irresistible urge to feel the warmth of his skin against her own. Releasing his shoulders, she tugged at his gi, pulling it free of his hakama and spread her hands against the hard muscles of his chest, pushing the soft, worn material aside as she did so. She ran her hands lightly over the smooth planes of his chest and abdomen, but it wasn’t enough…she wanted more…she wanted to feel his warmth against her own and squirmed closer in an attempt to see her plan through.

Kenshin groaned softly and quickly released her lips to gently nip her ear lobe. “Ah…koishii…my little toraneko…” He drew in a shallow breath in an attempt to retain control over his body’s increasingly urgent demands for satisfaction. “Slowly…” He whispered, trying unsuccessfully to keep her hands away from the ties to his hakama. “Slowly, Misao, slowly.” He insisted, capturing her fragile wrists and pulling her hands to a safe distance. He smiled at her dramatic pout and slowly shook his head. “All in good time…I promise.” He stepped backwards carefully, leading her closer to the now steaming furo. He leaned closer and lowered his voice to a low purr once again. “I liked what you did earlier…will you do it again?”

Misao’s eyes widened in shock as she drew in a sharp breath. “I-I…” She swallowed and tried again. “I don’t know what you mean.” She finished weakly as his fingers trailed lightly down her back to rest lightly against the base of her spine and moved in slowl, deliberate circles. Her eyes drifted closed as she was once again over come with delicious sensations, a soft moan escaping her parted lips. “Kenshin…” His name emerged more as a plea than a protest.

“You like?” He smiled at her immediate, and enthusiastic, response, and tugged her closer yet to the furo. Suddenly pulling her into his arms and spinning, pinning her between his body and the wall, he claimed her lips in a demanding kiss, no longer content to simply coax and woo. He released her wrists to slowly trail his hands down her slender form to rest against her hips, moving in light circles, gently teasing, urging her closer. He wasn’t disappointed when she pressed her lithe form flush against his own, one slender leg moving up, curving around his own. Taking advantage he grasped the muscular thigh and pressed her firmly against the wall, deepening the kiss urgently, his need to taste, touch, claim becoming all consuming. He needed her…now. No more waiting… He spun with her held tightly in his arms, intending to lower her to the floor.

He didn’t contend with the spilled water.

**To Be Continued…**