Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ All's Well That Ends Well ❯ All's Well That Ends Well ( Chapter 1 )

This one-shot  is the result of a challenge at the RK Bad Boys Citrus Paradise ML , proposed by MightyMightyMunson . It involved to write a 15 pages lemon story, which could be based in any of our previous fics, including a given phrase ("Where is the key?"), and three out of four elements, (Hairpin, edible underwear or food, a piece of fabric, and/or a pair of handcuffs).

I must state beforehand that I'm quite unhappy with the final result. I'm not used to write short stories like these, and all in all, I think of it as my first PWP. Nothing wrong with them, it's just not my kind of thing. But had not compromised myself into accepting the challenge, I mightily doubt I would have ever published it.

A couple of short explanations: The couple involved is Enishi/Asiyah, from my fic Of Legendary Creatures and Mystical Beings. There are a few spoilers here and there, though.

The action is set in NYC, around 2015, not in Meiji Japan. Those who read my fic might get a clue how and why this is possible. For the record, Legendary is just the first part of a three-fold story. Legendary will follow the action till a few months after the end of Jinchuu. The second arc will start six years after the ending of it, and  would encompass till the very first decades of XX century, the beginning of the big global conflicts. The third part starts roughly in 2015, and would end somewhere in the distant future.

Thus this story belongs to the third arc, though is an off-shot that won't be included into the main story.

Enishi and Asiyah had been separated by certain circumstances for several years (which will be explained incomplete detail in the main fic), and they had reunited just a few weeks before the action starts. That would explain certain comments and reactions.

Concerning some of the other characters mentioned. Yes, Kenji is still Kenshin's son. Why is he working with Enishi? Well, a clue is in Seissou Hen. Rintaro and Souzo are related to three main RK regular characters that are also working with Enishi. Rustem is one of Enishi/Asiyah twin children.

As for the reason why Enishi is being followed by the law, the answer is not so simple, has nothing to do with his criminal past, and if you want to know more, you'll have to wait to read the third part of the arc...

Thanks a lot for your attention.

*******

'I've seen better days…'

Those were Asiyah's thoughts while Enishi helped her to climb up the wall, following her close behind.

Considering their hands were joined by handcuffs, the physical sensation was intensely uncomfortable, but she chose to ignore it.

Unfortunately, as there were limitations to what a human body could handle, she had no choices left at the moment but deal with it.

He made her to cling to his back, and then jumped to the floor, on the other side.

Asiyah doubted the obstacle would effectively deter their pursuers from their chase, but making it as difficult as possible was the best they could do, at least until they were allowed to use magic again.

Frankly, she hated to be so… defenseless.

Shaking her head, she mused that all this mess was the result of a severe case of bad timing.

As a ritual murder had been perpetrated recently, they had been forced to execute a tracing spell to get the culprits. However, such a method was always quite a tricky thing, since to make it work, none of those who performed it should do any magic for the next two days, or otherwise it would be broken-and all the effort would go to waste. At least until another murder was committed. Unfortunately, they had been among the ones initiating the ritual. And now, they had to deal temporarily with all the limitations of any regular human. 

 "Here!"

Enishi's exclamation brought back her full attention to the present.

'Damn!' Asiyah found herself almost out of breath after the wild run.

He was barely winded --while her chest heaved with exertion. Asiyah bit her lip in frustration. She had been neglecting her old swordsmanship routines for too long, and now, she was paying from it.

Before Asiyah could brood more about it, she found herself almost tossed into the back of a large moving van. There were piles of crates everywhere and pieces of furniture arranged in the back.

'At least there's plenty of room for us to hide for a while.'

At least, until the van stopped somewhere, she thought. While there was the risk that she and her companion were moving headlong into the lion's den, she trusted Enishi's planning abilities and instincts to see them safely through this haphazard misadventure.

Without any warning, he took the hairpin she was wearing out of her head, and her wild mane fell loose over her back from the bun she had restricted it to. Asiyah was about to protest, when she noticed that he was using it to work frantically on the door's lock, so she chose to keep silent. She grinned, confidently. Now she was sure he had a plan.

'Of course he has, I should have known better,' she thought, smirking.

He finished just in time, before the movers came in with new items. Dodging the movers, they hurried to hide themselves behind a large pile of crates, and as soon as they were able, they added a few more, arranging them in the same fashion of the others. This way, they made sure the makeshift hideout stayed out of prying eyes. However, the same boxes that effectively concealed them also hindered any attempt of escape, had it been necessary. She just hoped no more trouble came their way, and that they had short ride in that vehicle.

He crouched in the small space they had, and made her sit on his lap, wrapping her protectively in his arms. It wasn't totally comfortable --since their wrists were tightly joined by handcuffs-- nor it was necessary, but the feeling provided some measure of solace.

She was about to talk to him when he made a gesture to keep silent. Of course, they still could be discovered and turned in to the police, which of course, forced her mind back to the altercation that started everything in the first place.

Finally, after spending the night separately in their respective apartments, she had called him, and arranged to have breakfast together. He had passed her the address of a cozy café in his neighborhood, and they had finally met there.

They had a brief chat about little nothings, and then he, sporting a knowing look and a wide, saucy grin on his face, had passed a small shopping bag, that he had kept by his side, taking care to keep the delicately hued parcel out of her reach.

 She had been about to actually put the contents of the bag atop the table when he had caught her hand and, shaking his head in a negative gesture, had silently spelled a couple of words as explanation: Edible underwear.

Asiyah remembered quite vividly his lips curling in his customary smirk, and the amused stare she had given at his occurrence.

Before leaving to their respective daily responsibilities, she had made a quick trip to the restroom, to retouch her make up. Such an innocent thing, and yet it had brought them so many troubles… Asiyah sighed remembering how she had been in her way out when she had noticed the bully mistreating his woman. Of course, she hadn't been able to hold back her tongue, lashing at the guy, her acidic words hitting hard.

All in all, she had not intended to meddle in the affairs of others. But, at the same time, she knew that she couldn't help it. The fear the woman had felt had turned her aura into something so disturbing… and the red in his…it was a pure homicidal rage.  It was a sad thing the woman couldn't notice it. In the long term, the guy would kill the poor woman if she didn't leave him first.

Technically, she wasn't even supposed to do anything. Humans were free to act as they pleased, at least until they trespassed the limit or common sense and safely and turned to the demons for 'help'. Then, it was their job to eradicate such a plague. But until that point, they could only look on the given individual, and if they got something fishy or illegal, 'slip' a little message to the authorities, as a casual finding or innocent observation.

Of course, the beast hadn't seen her accompanied, and granted, her petite human form encouraged these kind of monsters to try to use their 'superior' force on her, a mistake they never lived long enough to regret or repeat. It would have been alright in other circumstances, because she would have made sure to pay him a late visit during that week, disposing of him out of prying eyes. But she had forgotten that she wasn't alone.

Worse yet, the moron had dared to touch her.  The results were predictable, dangerously so. Enishi had reacted exactly as it could be expected from him, so technically it hadn't been his fault, but hers. She almost could see Tokio's disapproving glance and hear disdainful voice of the sorceress saying that she should have known better.

The most infuriating thing was that she would be right.

Even when he was liable to restrain his temper, she knew that this was the only situation where he would throw all precaution and act purely on instinct. Nobody would be able to lay a finger over his loved ones without feeling all the weight of his frightening anger. She shook her head, regretting sorely her lack of prevision back then.

She still recalled the terrorized expression of the bastard when Enishi had nailed his hand to the table with a huge knife he had found somewhere. The punch he had thrown to the man's face afterwards was so violent that Asiyah still could still hear in her head the cracking sound of bones breaking under Enishi's fist. That had been the moment when she had realized that if she didn't jump in between both men, Enishi would have killed the other guy. Without intervention, nothing could save the man from Asiyah's furious husband.

Half a dozen of patrons and security guards and her own intervention had been needed to stop him, and by that time the police had shown up. Things had grown even more complicated when the victim she had tried to protect had testified that the brawl had been Asiyah's fault, claiming that she had tried to 'to steal her husband's wallet', instead of protecting her from being abused.

'Sometimes I wonder why I bother with humans at all.'

It didn't matter that such a reaction should have been expected. It hadn't been nastiness from the woman's part, but a long ingrained denial reflex. She still didn't understand that her abuser didn't act as he did out of love for her and this appalling lack of insight would eventually cost the woman her life. Enishi's beating on him would only delay the inevitable outcome, keeping him busy enough in hospital to allow her a temporary respite, and the illusion that things would change, for the umpteenth time. At the same time, the man's wrath would rise and the woman would be dead as soon as he could find his way back to their home. Asiyah shook her head, slightly.

Anyway, when she had tried to stop the nonsense, the police officer hadn't paid attention and had handled her rudely, handcuffing her to Enishi. Considering her husband's previous state of mind, it hadn't been the wisest thing to do. Thus, when they had tried to brutally cow him into the cop car, she had thrown all semblance of reasonability, helping him to knock down the rest of the cops. From then on, they had been on the run.

'And now we are hiding in a moving van. This is just great.'

"Don't worry, little one. We'll find a solution," he whispered, feeling her obvious uneasiness.

"I screwed up…"

"We both did," he said in gloomy voice.

But then, he did something unexpected.  He raised their hands, joined by the handcuffs, and shaking them a bit, he added with a naughty wink:

"But we still can have kinky sex later."

She had to stifle a laugh at his attempt of humor. There was still a big dose of regret and worry in his eyes, but Asiyah appreciated the gesture to lighten their mood. He sure got what he intended, as she relaxed enough to let go of the grim thoughts that were plaguing her.

"What we do now?"

"We'll wait and try to find the right moment to jump out of here. The truck has been moving consistently for a while, and if we don't leave it now, I'm afraid that we'll risk being caught."

Taking advantage of his previous work on the lock, he opened the door of the moving van and then he waited for the right timing, when the vehicle stopped briefly at a traffic light. As soon as the light turned red, they jumped.

Fortunately, they managed to avoid the bruises that they would have received if they jumped while in the van was moving, but not the curious stares of the drivers and pedestrians. If they were lucky, it would be a question of a few minutes until any 'concerned citizen' called police, alerting them of the suspicious activity. And considering that the entire NYPD had their profile and subscriptions, they'd have the blues behind their tracks in no time.

They needed to find a safe hideout.

Of course, they couldn't resort to any off their acquaintances. In addition, they could not use their credit cards without leaving a fiscal trail of breadcrumb trail for their pursuers. Paying with cash was no longer an option. In their flight, she had forgotten her purse at the café, leaving Enishi with only a small amount of change in his pockets.

She found little comfort knowing that they wouldn't have been able to slip in a discreet hotel, the handcuff problem too obvious to be overlooked. And their designer clothes would have also gotten them in trouble in seedier parts of the city, where hotel managers were a lot less curious about the various kinks of their patrons.

In a fortunate twist of fate -the first of the day probably-- they found themselves close to Chinatown. An Asian male's tracks were easier to lose amid his racial peers. And she looked just like another tousled tourist.

Amidst the multitude of restaurants and curiosity shops, they found a cyber café, and he finally got a secure way to contact Kenji and his son, using their encoded channels of communication that their net possessed. 

They had just to wait less than twenty minutes until Souzo and Rintaro were there, and they took them to one of the untraceable safe houses in the city that their Clan's net possessed. They provided them with a discreet car, a laptop, some clothing, cash, and a new set of credit cards and personal IDs. Naturally, they also were thoughtful enough to give them a way to get rid of the handcuffs.

"Where is the key?" she asked, turning upside down the bag the 'boys' had left them with once they were alone.

"Rintaro gave it to me," Enishi said waving the tiny object in front of her face.

He finally used it to free them. Once he accomplished that, he went to the window, and peeked discreetly outside.

The two younger men had informed them of their intention to mount a watch around the apartments' building, to buy them extra time just in case police showed up, and Enishi had agreed. Now he was checking their positions.A sense of nostalgia invaded her. It was just like old times.

Enishi retreated and sat in front of the table, the laptop open and ready, and he soon started to type furiously. She smiled. This was Enishi at his best, his brain in action, coming up with a plan that would so called experts a run for their money. Asiyah smirked. The police and the guy he had beaten would never know what had hit them.

Her goods spirits started to come back. He was taking care of the situation--masterfully, as always-- and she decided to leave him to his devices, taking the chance to refresh her body from the sweat that the hide-and-seek game of sorts had caused.

*******

Typing away, his calloused fingers flying across the keyboard, Enishi continued on with his work. In no time at all, he was finished, sending out the last of the codified emails to Kenji. These messages were only a preface, an electronic beginning towards stage two, a more sophisticated and efficient, undetectable system they used just in missions. There, he left a complementary set of instructions.

Though Asiyah felt defenseless without the chance of using their magic, he welcomed the change. He had never lost the penchant for careful planning and strategy, defeating enemies applying his mind into it, instead of using his other abilities. While handy and lethally efficient, at times he felt that they spoiled the thrill of the hunt, since he already knew the odds were so unequal that his adversaries offered no fun to him.

He grinned, because this time was different. He knew that he had given --albeit unwittingly-- the Feds what they wanted: an excuse to put their hands on him for interrogation. But what the Feds wanted and what the Feds were going to get were two entirely different matters. After all, he and his mate weren't two scared neo-yuppie fugitives who would faint and falter at the first sign of trouble. True, his little encounter with the wife beating asshole had interfered with his immediate plans, but he still had Kenji and Alan inside, and besides, the circle around Cassandra and her little boy toy was closing in satisfactorily.

Enishi grinned, his razor sharp mind already resolving the last remaining matter at hand. If he knew Rustem well --and he did-- his son would gather a ton of shit on the guy. That would make him to drop the charges through an extra judicial arrangement very quickly. As soon as Rustem made the deal, he'd show up again, though he'd have to plan what to do concerning the so-called job he used as a decoy.

'Oh, well, I think there will be plenty of time later to think about it.'

Standing up, he quickly scanned the room, looking for Asiyah, trying to loosen the hard, tight muscles, still primed from the fight, a fight that he admitted that he would have initiated, even if the man had not been so foolish as to strike his wife.

'The bastard had it coming to him."

In Enishi's view, any man that had the gall to strike his wife was a gutless coward. Any man who had foolish enough to lay a finger on HIS wife would be just plain gutless, as in gutted. He grinned savagely, rolling his shoulders as he stalked towards the back of the apartment, admitting to himself that the fight had also been a good way to release the pent up tension within him. Upon contemplation, his grin faded.

'It's a shame that my plans for the morning were ruined.'

The look on his wife's face as she peered into the sack had been priceless. Walking into the bedroom, he realized she was taking a shower. In seconds, the grin was back, the well oiled wheels of his mind turning out another plan, one that promised to not only banish away sore muscles and stress, but also bring both he and his wife a well needed measure of release and relaxation.

'There's only one thing that I can think of that's more relaxing than taking a bath.'

******

The mist of a too-long shower hung heavy in the bathroom, the steam wrapping around her like a gauze veil. She was humming an ancient song, the words in her maternal tongue feeling as soothing and comforting as the hot water massaging her sore back.

Surprise gripped her when the shower curtain was pushed aside to reveal him. She had failed to hear the bathroom door click open, the sound of her own voice and the water cascading on the tub muffling the feather light footfalls.  An involuntary shudder ran through her, both from the rush of cold air--and from the sight of the man standing in front of her.

He scanned her from head to toe, the glint of wild desire in his mischievous turquoise eyes sending an acute pang of desire up from the pit of her belly and outwards towards the rest of her body. He nodded approvingly, while a wide grin spread in his lips.

Of course, he was already naked. It was stunning, how such a silly thing could make her swoon like a teenager, after more than a century since their first time. But it was difficult not to lick her lips at the sight of the flat planes of his stomach, his broad shoulders, his sinewy arms, strong calves, his muscular thighs, and his---

 "Do you need someone to rub your back, little one?" He interrupted her own visual inspection with what was a pure rhetorical question, and for a brief moment, she sent him a glare. He just chuckled in response.

He didn't say anything else while he stepped in the tub. There was no need for words anyway; the look in his face forewarned her of what was coming.  He gave her a roguish grin to counter her scowl, his lazy smile full of confident arrogance. 

'How typical…'

He leaned forward and placed a brief kiss on her lips, taking the cloth from her hands and spreading the soapy foam on her skin, his big, rough hands wandering deliciously all over her body, taking his time, massaging and pressing lightly, melting her with his touch.

'Well, at least, things are improving now,' she thought.

Not that she minded a bit of action, not in the least. To be honest, she had been pretty bored for the few last years, but the situation they had been facing right now wasn't even a challenge. Just a stupid negligence… However… however she couldn't come to regret it. The experience, the rush of adrenaline, the taste of adventure -- and with him by her side...  She shut her eyes.

'Yes, he is here, with me.'

She was delighted at his proximity. Feeling the heat of his body so close to hers, as Enishi slowly laved the soap over her back, Asiyah relaxed into his touch even more with a sigh.

It was funny that a touch like this, designed to relax oneself to the point of making one sleepy, could be so tantalizingly erotic at the same time.

Then sensed him spread more soap on his hands, and with equal patience, he extended it over her buttocks, so slowly and thoroughly that she wanted to scream, the contact so arousing that she felt fire running down her veins.

She tried to turn around and take the cloth out of his hands, to give him a run for his money, but he simply put it out of her reach.  Considering the difference in their heights, it wasn't a difficult task.  He bent to kiss her nose first and then, he took her mouth, sweetly, and convincingly, and so, she let herself being coaxed to go back to her former position.

'Trust him to use his charm to get what he wants…'

But how could she resist? She knew that every time they spent time together, she was doomed to fulfill his wishes. She couldn't repress a loud sigh, thinking that their relationship was like the one between the moth and the flame.  And of course, he was the candle fire, she was the moth.

'Better not going into that train of thoughts.'

No, better focus in the delicious feeling he was making to course through her body. He started to alternate the cloth with his hot mouth, nibbling, kissing, licking the water drops at her nape, her shoulders, her neck--

"Oh, yes…" She barely recognized the hoarse sound emerging from her mouth as her own voice.

The length of his body rubbed against her back, the contact and her long and husky moans were making him harden and swell even more, and that felt wonderful. She was aware that she also had power over him, but he rarely allowed himself to be completely in her hands.

One of her arms went to his hip, encouraging him to press himself closer to her, and other slid upside, her fingers looking for his nape and intertwining in his hair, seeking to bring his face nearer hers. She wanted to taste his mouth, to ravish that wicked, wicked lips that were torturing her.

And she did. The kiss was spicy, wild, both tongues caressing and battling for dominance.

Asiyah's legs buckled under the new onslaught and she had to lean back against his body. Then, his hands wandered towards the front, and of course, the sweet torture increased tenfold. Soon, the cloth fell to the tub's floor, discarded, his hands taking the lead. He reached up, and cupped her breasts, fondling them, until they were painfully sensitized. 

Her heart was pumping so fast in her chest, breath coming in short and labored gasps. And he was just starting, this wicked tease of a mate she had…

Enishi made her turn around, so that they were fact to face, and stood still, just gazing into her eyes. He was so gorgeous, the water making his skin glower, marking every muscle beneath the taut surface. Oh, how she loved to trace down all that strength made flesh.

Tension surrounded them, foreshadowing the end of the stalemate. Silence was only broken by the sound of the water against the tub's floor.

He finally moved, caressing her cheek and hair, then going down, capturing one of her breasts, squeezing it lightly, just enough to taunt. Temptation was too strong to be dismissed, and her own hand wandered over the toned muscles of his arms and chest, going lower down his abdomen, her actions intending to tease. Suddenly, Asiyah found herself pressed between his chest and the hard tile of the wall. He reached to grip her wrists, until, using just one of his hands. He finally held them roughly above her head, while his mouth plundered hers again, mercilessly.

The relative coldness of the surface made her shiver, though to be completely honest, she didn't know whether it was that, or the sensations that his laborious mouth created on her.

Deprived of the chance of caressing him, Asiyah arched her back and pressed her breasts into him instead, grounding her hips against his erection, trying to make him lose control to regain her freedom. But he didn't budge an inch, nor relinquished a bit of his power over her.

"You'll need more than that to distract me. Just relax, little one. I promise you'll like this," he whispered, kissing softly her eyelids.

She tried to rebuke him but she found herself unable too, those sensations he was delivering upon her body were melting her conscious mind.

"Devil… you are a devil," that was all that she managed --pathetically--to say before falling again under the charm of his wicked hands.

He chuckled softly, dropping his head lower, nipping, licking, gently sucking her jaw line, and descending towards her neck, kissing the curvature of her collarbone, darting his tongue out and grazing his teeth upon her skin. Then, ever so slowly, he worked his way down, from her neck to her breasts, using the same tricks. It was maddening. 

His fingertips barely grazed her side, her belly, the soft curls surrounding her cleft, teasing her until she couldn't take it anymore. She spread her legs wanting him touch her there, in the white hot fire blazing in her center.

"Oh, please," she whimpered.

But he had other plans for her. She could see them in his smoldering gaze and the infuriating smirk glowing in his face. A soft sob of frustration escaped her lips when his hands never quite reached her center.

She tried to break his hold, but again, he didn't give up on his dominance. Nearly whimpering with need, she tried to tell him that she longed to touch him as he was doing to her; she wanted to sample him too, to make him feel as helpless as she was feeling now.

Asiyah missed the contact of his body against hers, his skin, smooth with the water, gliding over hers… His actions had put him in a half crouched position, which prevented that kind of proximity, she felt her frustration intensifying.

Being careful to keep her footing, she raised one of her legs, trying to curl it around his back, to bring him closer.

He rose a bit from his position, and he whispered to her, his hot breath caressing her ear, extracting goose bumps from her.

*******

"You are a bad, bad Jinni girl, you know that?"

Enishi could tell she was pissed, he also knew what she desired. And he was going to make her wait for it. He wanted to make her so insane with need that she'd willingly cry out his name, right before he took her.
 

"Me, bad?" she hissed, anger shining in her eyes, "you must be mocking me you wicked tease…"

"Praising me like this won't get you what you want, little one…," he answered.

His voice, though husky, still showed the implied sarcasm of his words.

Enishi bent forward and silenced her protests with a wild kiss. His petite wife met the unvoiced challenge, answering back, nibbling --almost biting, in fact--on his lower lip, latching it between her teeth as she started sucking it, running her velvety tongue over it. He could tell that there was a measure of anger in her touch, easy to pinpoint with the aggressive use of her teeth. However, her own proud sexuality had overwhelmed her irritation, softening the contact enough to make it pleasurable.

He moaned into her mouth and pulled free, gazing momentarily at the tantalizing column of her pale neck before finding her pulse point. It lured him, calling to him, so he leaned forward and let his lips rest over it, leaving a possessive red mark on the pale, pale skin. Her gasp echoed against the walls, pushing him to leave several more.

Enishi smirked. It was a good thing that his love bites would disappear before they ended making love, because she would have a rough time trying to hide them otherwise.

His free hand dropped to cup her breast, as she whimpered against his shoulder.  A shiver coursed through his body hearing her. From the very beginning, he had found the wonderful sounds she made when he touched extremely arousing to him. The night he had taken her, he had been delighted discovering that her body was like a very responsive musical instrument, whose music he never ceased to enjoy listening to.

'Just like now.'

There she was, tense like the string of a shapely Spanish guitar, his calloused thumb drawing excruciating sensual arabesques over her sensitized flesh, making her sing her unique music just for him.

She squirmed again, trying to break free one more time. It was time to release her, he though albeit reluctantly. He gave her a last glance before letting go of her wrists.  The water slid over her creamy, silky skin in rivulets of liquid diamonds, transforming her in the sheer picture of pure beauty. He could never have enough of her, he thought. 

'And it's all mine'

She was his. His and his alone, and had been, from the very beginning. The thought almost inebriated him with pure male vanity. The sudden desire to ravish her there and now hit him hard, almost overpowering his self-control, but he finally managed to think straight and keep his cravings at bay.

After all, his little Jinni beauty had a very strong temper, and he didn't want to risk spoiling things.

Heaving a deep sigh, he finally released her, his hands going to her sides until they settled on her hips.  She took advantage of her freedom to punish him, scraping long red, angry welts from his shoulders to the small of his back. He simply stood still, with his forehead lightly pressed against the top of her head. The hot water hitting the thin tracks stung like hell, but he didn't protest. When she stopped, she embraced him loosely for a few moments, kissing his chest, all her anger dissolved finally.

"Let's go to the room," she said her voice now soft and calm.

He nodded his approval, and stepped out of the tub, helping her to do the same. When he looked at her, Asiyah was smiling and a roguish glint of victory had settled in her eyes.

'Little redhead devil… Just wait, little one, you should have remembered that hewho laughs last, laughs the longest.'

She took one of the big towels, and started to wipe him dry. He took the other and tried to follow her example, though their efforts failed piteously when they found themselves making out wildly, pressed tightly against the tiles once more, their hands running all over their bodies. He even tried to convince her of just hoping on the vanity and making it there, since the height of the counter was just what they needed. One look into her eyes was enough to make him desist, however.

So he did the one thing a man in his position would do, he swooped her into his arms, and tried to find the bed as soon as possible.

*********

Once they were in the room, Enishi put her back on her feet at the edge of the bed. She got on her toes, winding her arms around his neck, and giving him a quick peck on his lips. Enishi smiled, acknowledging the tender contact as a signal to get going.

He captured her mouth, but this time it wasn't a brief touch. It was lazy and slow kiss, but felt ravishing. She clung to him, bodies tightly pressed against each other, her lips parting beneath his mouth, allowing him to dip his tongue inside and taste her. As his mouth slowly worked over hers, her hands traveled down his chest and stomach, brushing his navel and lower below, extracting a moan against her lips.

He curled his arms around her and pulled her down to the bed, pinning her beneath him as he straddled her hips, looking down, and staring right at her eyes. What he saw made him shudder. That delightful woman of his wanted to make him squirm, and he looked forward that. He loved to bring out her natural rebelliousness in bed, and as always, she was the type that would rise to the bait.

While he caressed her face and hair, she defiantly stared back, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips. Keeping her eyes on his all the time, she laid her hands on his chest and trailed her fingers around, tracing some imaginary design, reaching up his arms, touching his ears, through his dampened hair, mapping out his features, going as far as she could get.

In a sort of retribution of her ministrations, he slid his hands up and cupped her breasts and teased her nipples, making her shiver and moan softly.  Enishi allowed his hands wandered over her, tracing the soft curve of her belly, still taut and youthful, even after her pregnancies. He felt her breath catch in her throat, and he smiled slightly at the lovely vision she made. Panting, writhing, wanton. Beautiful.

*********

Watching intently into his eyes, she grabbed his straining erection and stroke him a couple of times, making him tense and arch his back slightly, groans of pleasure escaping his mouth.  She loved the feel of him in her hand. Solid, firm, hard.  An impish smile set on her lips, as she felt him trying to suppress the soft whimper of disappointment when she released him.

Though he still was above her, they were more or less on equal terms. It was payback time.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, and using the leg she had curled over his hip as a pivot, he made him roll over his side, forcing him to lie on his back.

"My turn to have fun with you, darling," she said, releasing a low chuckle.

Surprise first and curiosity later settled in his gaze, as he let her get away with her antics, contenting himself with touching her thighs, wound around his own.  His expectant behavior emboldened her, and she dived, capturing his mouth hungrily. As one of her hands engulfed his member, stroking him again, he released a startled gasp against her mouth, his body tensing over the mattress like a bowstring. Asiyah had to let go of his mouth, putting all her weight on her free arm to push him down again. She knew he was humoring her, and she wondered how much she'd enjoy her power over him.

A long dragged moan and a few slippery droplets leaking from his tip rewarded her boldness.

He half grunted a warning, as soon as she released his mouth, but she was beyond that.

He looked flustered, and extremely aroused, a thin film of sweat glistened over his golden skin, the vision and all the previous games bringing her at the very edge of her own climax.

She tensed, arching her back, and closing her eyes, almost jolting when his fingers dipped within her womanhood, brushing her just there, that small bundle of nerves that finally triggered her orgasm.

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His petite wife had had enough of retaliation for his earlier naughtiness in the bath tub. Now was the time to end the game. He could not wait any longer. He was so hard, that he hurt. He needed to be inside her now, so he decided to hurry things a bit.

He managed to sit, and embraced her with his free arm while she came, and as soon as her tremors subsided, he rolled on the bed, making her lay beneath him again. Thrusting inside her in one easy stroke, he felt finally her slick walls welcoming him in a blissful caress.

'She fits me perfectly.'

As she felt him sliding into her, she squeezed her eyes even tighter, screaming and tensing, her face contorted in a gesture of pleasant agony, finally, with the waves of a new orgasm.

After so long of a wait, her long dragged moans and the muscles clenching tightly around him were almost his undoing. He groaned and pressed her tightly against the mattress, stopping to move altogether, less he wanted to spill himself in her right then. 
He focused in his breath, until he calmed down enough to go on. In the meantime, she had crossed her legs around his waist, while she intertwined the fingers of one of her hands with the damp hair of his nape, pushing his head forward, to join her halfway into a fiery kiss. Finally, he started to move again, in slow, tentative strokes.

The little red haired devil chose that moment to flex her inner muscles, clenching around his flesh so firmly during each stroke that he thought he'd pass out of pure bliss.

They never broke contact, as she sealed her mouth over his, plundering it thoroughly.

His thrusts gained speed and fierceness, driving her almost against the headboard with each plunge, as she continued clenching around him, making the friction against her wall's a delicious torture.

It was now his turn to shut his eyes tightly, his moans echoing around them. She was doing everything to drive him crazy…

It didn't help either that she shouted her approval and encouragement. With a shuddering groan, he lost himself within her.

She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed and tensed, finally, with the waves of her final climax, squeezing him tightly. He growled, and pressed her tightly against the mattress, all thoughts erased by the blinding pleasure assaulting his senses, leaving room just for his own shuddering orgasm.
They lay there, limbs entangled and eyes fluttering open and shut, breaths coming in heavy pants, both flushed and exhausted, as if the weight of the world had befallen upon them.

She recovered first, and caressed his cheek, a bright smile crossing her sweaty face. He smiled back, and embraced her, his eyelids already heavy with sleepiness.

"That was good…"

"Just good?" he muttered a tone of mock hurt sounding in his half asleep voice.

"You know, I'm a greedy creature…"

"Indeed," he chuckled, leaning forward and leaving a tender kiss on her still swollen lips. "We'll see what we can do later to satisfy your demands."

She giggled and snuggled against him, the simple gesture exuding care and trust, extracted a genuine smile from him.

No matter the circumstances, be a fiery battle against some unnamed demon or a race across the city after some silly incident, dealing with the assuredly negative aftermaths of the fore aforementioned silly incident, as long as they were together, everything would be alright.

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Playing with his hair, Asiyah watching him sleep, smiling. He was snoring, lost in deep slumber. But not so deep to prevent a fast awakening when the cell phone started to ring. She soothed him and went to retrieve the damn thing.

Exhaling a resigned sigh, she answered the call. The sound of their son's voice announced a kind of closure for their adventure. Of course, Enishi should be the one addressing the details --unless she wanted to hear him complaining endlessly-- so she finally passed the phone to him, who had finally awakened while she talked to Rustem.

While the two most important males of her life discussed their next steps, she took a quick shower, and dressed with the spare clothes that Souzo and Rintaro had brought earlier.

"Alright, little one lets get ready. Rustem and Kenji found a solution to our problems, but anyway, we have to submit to the police first. It's a mere formality, and all won't last more than an hour, two at the most."

She nodded, and while he cleansed himself and dressed, she tried to put some semblance of order in the place, gathering their belongings and packing them for later delivery to their apartments.

Asiyah was about move into the living room, waiting for him to be ready, when she saw them. They were too tempting, there on the nightstand, the shinny handcuffs and the matching key.  An idea formed in her mind, making her smirk, so she slipped them into the coat she was wearing earlier.

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Enishi couldn't believe how well things had finally ended. They hadn't been found thanks to their security net, and during that time, they had managed to get a solution for the mess. There were still some lose ends to tie in, but they were minimal. And fortunately, they hadn't been forced to use magic, avoiding thus to endanger the ongoing investigation concerning the ritual assassinations.

After Rustem's call, they went to the police station to turn themselves in. Their lawyer was already there, and in less than an hour, they were freed, with two deals in their pockets.

As he had expected, the bastard he had attacked had so many dirt under his nails, that he could have built a whole farm there, including cattle and pigs. So they took the less damaging evidence and got that the guy dropped the criminal charges, against the payment of his lawyers and the healthcare costs from his injuries, which would stop any civil lawsuits in the future. It wasn't a cheap arrangement, but at least it was discreet

Of course, they never mentioned to the man or his lawyer the 'other things' Rustem had got on him, which was so juicy that got them an acquittal deal concerning the attacks to the cops from the PA office. Of course, he had agreed to pay for all the hospital costs and substantial reparations to each of them as well.

'It was the most expensive breakfast in history, I'm sure,' he mused

Of course, some people weren't exactly happy. He knew that the feds would double their vigilance on them, especially as the settlements involved a huge amount of money, that given his position as a middle ranked executive, increased their suspicions, but Asiyah and himself were absolutely covered and ready to counterattack, if necessary.

On the down side, as he expected, he got 'fired' by his own company due to his 'scandalous' behavior, but he decided to talk to Alan, and keep Kenji inside. If worst come to worst, then, he'd use his 'real' identity as owner of the firm to get what they needed. Of course this would alert their suspects, and could ruin their operation, but, it was still an option, albeit the last one to use.

"What do they say? All's well that ends well, right?" she said.

She nested against his chest in the car, while Rustem drove them home and Kenji reporting him the events of the day and the data collected.

"I suppose so…"

He passed his arm around her shoulders, placing a kiss on the top of her head in the process.

 'Everything is returning to what it is supposed to be.'

Looking at her, already falling asleep against his chest, he smiled.

Tomorrow it would be another day, another step forward, with her besides him.

Ah, life was good again.

The End

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Many Thanks to Kamorgana and MightyMightyMunson for help, encouragement, suggestions and betareading.