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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 17

Humility

“Humility has its origin in an awareness of unworthiness…”

--Colette [Sidonie Gabrielle Colette] (1873–1954), French author.

Eyes widening in surprise, Kenshin pulled Misao closer against him as he slipped in the spilled water and fell with a tidal wave proportioned splash into the furo. “Orororo…” He closed his eyes and silently thanked all the kami he could think of that he’d landed first, and not the young woman in his arms.

Misao gasped and blinked away her shock. “K-Kenshin?” She asked carefully, gently nudging him when she didn’t receive an answer. “Kenshin, are you all right?”

“Never better.” She grinned at his disgruntled reply and shifted so she could peer into his face to see his expression…and to ascertain for herself that he was indeed unharmed. “I assure you, Misao, it isn’t that humorous.”

Green eyes widening in surprise, she couldn’t hold in the giggles that bubbled up her throat. “You look like a drowned cat!”

Closing his eyes on a sigh, Kenshin did the only thing the situation allowed. “Meow.” He muttered under his breath.

Giggling, Misao twined her arms around his neck, pressing closer to him, and lowered her head until their noses were touching. “Meow to you, too…” She whispered, enjoying the shivery feeling she got from the sensations his solid form elicited in her newly awakened body.

Placing his hands at her waist, Kenshin held her steady as he shifted to a more comfortable position in the furo, grimacing slightly at the heavy feel of his soaked hakama. He hoped there was an extra yukata that he could use in the pile he’d made earlier. He was grateful, though, to his memorable act of embarrassing clumsiness. It had had the effect of slowing him down. He’d been too close to losing control and taking Misao without a thought to finesse. That wasn’t how he wanted her first time to be. He leaned forward and slowly placed gentle, nibbling kisses along the delicate line of her collarbone, his hands tracing lazy circles along the curve of her hips, caressing, drawing her closer, coaxing a soft moan from her. He felt her small hands tugging at the soaked ties to his hakama, and he let her continue in her explorations for the time being. The edge had been taken off his hunger when he’d fallen into the furo.

Misao tried to squirm closer while at the same time tugging against the knot in Kenshin’s oddly tied obi. Finally she pulled back with a pout and a little growl of frustration. She stared at the object she was having so much difficulty with and scowled at what she considered a messed up knot. “Do you always have to be different, Kenshin?” She found herself wishing fervently for one of her knives.

A slow, sexy smile curving his lips upwards, Kenshin stretched out with a soft purr of satisfaction. “Would you like some assistance, koibito?”

Swallowing with some difficulty, Misao nodded, movements jerky. “Yes, please.” She whispered, eyes fixed on his golden stare, breath catching in her throat, and muscles of her abdomen tightening in anticipation. “H-how do you do that?” Her voice had become husky with growing need.

“Do what?” He murmured, hands slowly moving down towards the offending knot. Watching her eyes as he pulled at the tie to his hakama he growled as the wet material slowly started to give away at his tugging and her breath quickened, a soft becoming blush spreading across her pretty features. Smiling he closed his eyes, swallowing as he felt her hands pull away the now free hakama, before he could stop it a soft but low, purr escaped.

“Kitty likes?” She whispered, forgetting in her distraction to pursue her interrogation.

Blinking in surprise at her soft, passion filled tone and unconsciously seductive words, Kenshin opened his eyes again to find her dark sea green gaze steady on his, watching for his reactions. Seeing the playfulness lurking within, his smile widened slightly in appreciation before he shifted, bringing his head up to rub against her bare shoulder sensuously, amber eyes steady on hers as he let out one more long, low “Purr.” Continuing to smile, he moved his hands to her waist lifting her slightly to settle her comfortably between his legs. All the while he continued to purr.

Misao laughed breathlessly at his antics and shifted back, putting some distance between them as she leaned back against the other side of the furo, shivering at his low, rumbling growl of dissatisfaction. Kami-sama but he’s so…damn…sexy! She stretched sensuously, lifting one hand to him, lips curved upwards into her own, enticing smile, moving her fingers in a slow beckoning motion. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty…” She purred softly.

Amber eyes widening slightly in appreciative surprise, Kenshin hesitated but just a moment before pouncing with one fluid motion, growling softly before claiming her lips in a hungry, demanding kiss, playfulness giving way to driving need once again. Hands moving over her satiny smooth skin impatiently, he urged her slender legs around his waist, pressing her more firmly back against the end of the furo as he deepened the kiss, demanding an equally passionate response from her as he ran his tongue sensuously along her full bottom lip. Tearing his lips from hers, he trailed kisses down across her jaw, to the slender column of her throat, pausing to gently nip playfully before licking to take away the small sting. Shifting slightly, pressing against her intimately, he paused to growl near her ear. “Mine…now…always…”

Misao’s eyes snapped open at the possessiveness in his tone, trembling under the combined sensual onslaught of his hands and mouth. “Kenshin…” She moaned softly, urgently, arching her back in an effort to be closer to his heat.

Closing his eyes tightly, fighting to remain in control, he groaned softly as she moved against him with growing need. “Kitty…like?” He smiled when he felt her shiver at his low growl. Lowering his head again, he slowly, sensuously licked his way down across her creamy shoulder to her delicate collarbone, and paused for a moment to shift her a little closer, lifting his head to gaze down at her heatedly.

Misao gasped, trying desperately to not melt into sensory overload. “Oh yes…kitty like…” She whispered throatily. “Very much…”

Lips curved upwards in pure male satisfaction, he lifted her in one fluid motion as he leaned back, sitting on his heels, holding her high against his chest, just skimming the water as he claimed her lips yet again. His hands cupped her sweetly rounded behind, holding her easily in place as he urgently demanded access to the moist caverns of her eager mouth. More… His body cried. Wait… His mind insisted. He released her lips and pressed his face into the dip between her shoulder and collarbone, against her neck, straining to control his rapidly deteriorating restraint, breath coming in harsh, ragged pants. “Misao…” He whispered hoarsely, holding her still as she tried to squirm against him. “No, koibito, no more playing…”

Lips forming into a pout Misao pulled away, disappointed when he let her go. Stepping gracefully out of the furo, she turned and glared down at him, hands closed into fists and planted firmly on her hips. “Kihou…I want to play some more. Why can’t we?”

Looking up to meet her narrowed green gaze, Kenshin felt a thrill pass through him at the endearment she used to address him. “Koishii…” He whispered, awed by the spirit reflected in her eyes. Standing in one fluid motion, he stepped from the furo, pulling her into his arms and lifting her to carry her to the nest of clothes and towels he’d made earlier. “You tempt me…” He growled against her neck as he lowered her to the floor, careful to rest his weight to the side to avoid crushing her smaller frame. Raising his head he looked down into her trusting, innocently passionate green gaze, lips curved into a soft, loving smile.

She met Kenshin’s amber eyes boldly, breath catching when she saw his golden gaze softened, expression sweetly loving as he smiled down at her. Lifting her hand slowly, she gently placed her fingers against his lips, her own curving up into a soft smile. “Kenshin…” She whispered softly, eyes steady on his own. “Aishiteru.” She smiled, eyes closing as she slipped her arms around his, holding him close as he pressed his lips to hers in a tender, loving kiss.

Sword callused hands moving in slow, gentle caresses down her sides to her hips, Kenshin shifted until his lean form covered hers. Releasing her lips he pulled back slightly to look down at his beloved. “Ahhh…my Misao…my toraneko…” He placed his fingers over the racing pulse in the hollow of her throat and slowly trailed them lightly down over her collarbone, down between the valley between her breasts. Pausing to run the pads of his sword roughened fingers over the smooth underside of her breasts, he bent forward, drawing the peaks of first one, then the other into his mouth to gently suckle before releasing and continuing in his lazy exploration. Pausing again, he looked up from the circles he was tracing against her flat abdomen with a frown. “Koishii…” He whispered softly, watching her flushed features closely as he waited for her to open her eyes.

Slowly blinking, Misao focused on Kenshin’s concerned expression. “Mmm?” She murmured quietly with a sleepy smile.

“Ano…Misao…you’re not supposed to fall asleep, koishii.” He gently admonished, shaking his head slightly when her eyes drifted shut again. With a barely audible sigh he carefully rolled away and stared up at the ceiling in silence for several long moments, silently cursing the sake that she’d imbibed in earlier with Megumi and Kaoru.

**To Be Continued…**