Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Internal Affairs ❯ Reminisce ( Chapter 1 )

Twish's Note: Hello my fellow writers/readers... it took me some time, but i thought i'd put in one of my ideas for Aoshi and Misao, a rather long one involving office politics, romance, emotions, etc. Rather different from my earlier styles, i should say, a little bit more angsty. Anyway, tell me what you think and don't forget to review, please!

PS. I really do hope that everyone who reads this is of age, because the language is rather basic and there might be a lemon in every chapter.
PPS. email welcome too :)

Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin and all characters are never to be mine, just on loan... i solemnly promise not to use them for greedy means except possibly furthering writing skills. *wide, gap-toothed grin*

Internal Affairs

Chapter 1 - Reminisce

The man tapped his hand against the steering wheel of his Jaguar impatiently. The Friday rush hour traffic was making him late, and he hated being late for work. He was Aoshi Shinomori, CEO and partner of the biggest Asian importers in the United States, HS Incorporated. It was rumored that he never slept when he could work, and holidays were a dirty word with him. Named "Ice block" by the press, he was known as an incredibly sharp business man with unbending business ethics, driven by work to create more millions, had a few respectable girlfriends, not gay, and never caught with any lewd behavior in public. The mystery created a façade about made him the catch of the century. His aristocratic good looks also served well to this purpose.

But there was something else no one knew about.

He was fucking his personal assistant.

-o-

Three weeks ago, Late at night, Aoshi's private offices.

"Arrrgh. Will this paperwork never end?!" Misao Makimachi, Aoshi's new personal assistant complained good naturedly.

It was already past midnight and the papers that they were working on were only halfway done. It never occurred to Misao to quit at any task assigned to her, and the fact that at least she got to spend time alone with her hunk of a boss, even if it was just for work, made her do it. She was so attracted to him that if he ever made a pass at her, she swore she would jump him. She even wore a contraceptive patch everyday in the furtive hope that somehow, they might do something together. Not that he ever behaved more than what was appropriate with her, though, much to her dismay.

Aoshi stared at her slender form bent over the working island beside him, and came to a decision.

Ever since she was assigned to him, he was hooked by those big aqua innocent eyes, a lot more than he cared to admit. Of course, he never let it show. He also realized that she was just as attracted to him as he was to her, since she wore her heart on her sleeve. Not that she ever became aggressive about it, which made him all the more hornier to see just how she would react if he seduced her.

He had been agonizing for the past week if he should let it happen or not, to break the own rule he made for himself that he was never going to be involved with anyone at work. But this attraction was different. He had never been faced with an innocent in a beautiful, sexy package, and some part of him was dying to corrupt her. His fantasies made him so hard under his Brooks Brothers suit that he couldn't think around her, and that was the reason he delayed and delayed his work so he could get her alone, even just for work.

Tonight was the night then, no more waiting. She would become his, and damn the consequences.

Aoshi stood up, and walked around to the chair where Misao was sitting. He placed his hands on her shoulders and started massaging them silently, trying to gauge her reaction. She froze, then relaxed into the massage.

Omigod, omigod!!! Misao's brain started going into overdrive. Was he really touching her? And was it just a friendly one or more? Even though everybody thought she was more of a kid than a lady, even at 23, she really was a sexual person, and she knew if Aoshi decided to go further, she wouldn't stop him. So she closed her eyes and leaned back, willing him to go the distance.

Aoshi curved his lips into a satisfied smile.

"Did that help?" He asked in a husky voice.

"Oh yes." Misao purred, leaning her head back on the chair and opening her aqua eyes looking straight up into his smoldering ice-blue ones staring right at her cleavage.

Aoshi's smile widened as he slipped his fingers under her wraparound blouse, and under her bra straps. He started pressing circles in her skin, feeling her pliant and soft under his touch. He reached lower and lower, while Misao closed her eyes and her mouth formed a tiny pink o. He finally reached her soft breasts under the bra and he squeezed them gently, finding them just right in his palms.

Misao gasped at the pleasurable assault, and Aoshi could stand no longer. He kneeled to her level and captured her mouth in his, exploring her warm mouth with his tongue. He kissed her slowly, while his hands kneaded and fondled her tender breasts, and her hands came up to his hair to bring him closer to her.

When their kiss broke apart, Aoshi turned the chair to face him and knelt between her legs, forcing her skirt to ride high on her thighs as she wrapped stocking clad feet around him. He could feel her dampness on his stomach as she pressed herself on him, and suppressed his wild desire to penetrate her without further ado. He kissed her deeply again and pushed her blouse off her shoulders, leaving her red colored bra covered chest to his gaze. Misao removed her arms from the sleeves and crooked her finger, making Aoshi chuckle softly and respond to her alluring command. He removed her bra expertly; she removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, her hands roving over his chest and back as he was ravaging her mouth.

Aoshi burrowed his face in the valley between her breasts and pressed an open mouthed kiss on it, inhaling the sweet soft fragrance of lavender and spice that was uniquely hers. He turned his face to her exposed breast and licked a taut nipple, enjoying her reaction as he felt more warmth dampen his stomach. He had a fierce pleasure in knowing that it was because of him. He covered her breast with his mouth, looking upwards to see her expression. She looked spectacular to him as she moaned and arched in pleasure, holding his head down firmly on her and wiggling her wet self even closer to him as he bit down a little hard then soothed it with his tongue. He moved his head to give service to the other creamy globe and was rewarded with mewling little sounds, and her nails raking down his shoulders, pushing his light gray shirt off his shoulders.

She was driving him mad with desire. In one swift move, he stood up and with Misao clinging on to him for dear life, he strode over to his wide desk. He put her on it like an offering, leaving her hips a little over the edge and spread her legs apart giving him a great view of red panties and exposed upper body.

Misao no longer cared what was appropriate, she was so horny that she thought she would explode if he didn't rush soon.

He looked her over, his eyes burning, while she wantonly returned his gaze, each thinking that the other was magnificent. She raised her arms to him and he complied, lowering himself gently on top of her and kissed her while her busy hands went to the waistband of his pants and went below his boxers to find his hard penis, smiling through his gasp as her hands took him and made him shake in suppressed desire. She thought, Now I have him. She pushed both pants and boxers off as she grabbed his buttocks reflexively, bringing his hard shaft near to her heat, and panted as he rubbed himself erotically against her, kissing her neck while she bit his shoulder hard, her hands flying everywhere across his back.

Aoshi's hands traveled down behind Misao's knees, stroking them as he bent it lightly, lifting and bringing her feet up to rest on the chair behind him. It gave him a better access to what he wanted as his hand went to the waistband of her stockings and tugged one off, then the other. He ripped off her panties too. They crumpled into a soft heap at her ankles, but no one noticed. He planted his mouth on her breast again as one hand put their fingers in her mouth while the other cupped her pussy and slipped the middle finger inside her.

Misao moaned and tightened around his fingers as they worked their magic, stroking and plunging until she nearly screamed her climax. Satisfied that she was ready, he lifted her hips drove himself to the hilt in her in one sure stroke. She shuddered at the decadent sensation and arched herself upward, wanting to get as much of him as she could. Papers and pens went flying as they rocked together in a fast, violent rhythm and came together in an explosive orgasm.

Aoshi silently stood up and wiped himself off, motioning for Misao to do the same. He didn't know what to say. He felt that he was an asshole for taking advantage, but he couldn't stop himself. I wonder what she will think when I tell her that there will be a next time, without any emotion? I never could let any feelings show through but tonight was just an appetizer…

She was still dazed, but he had that icy shuttered look about him again. Well if its just sex, then that's all there is. I should be blasé about it, I doubt if Aoshi wants a blubbering idiot. She sat herself up and pulled her skirt down, wondering if this was just this time or if they would continue on what was evidently chemistry between them. She gave up on her panties as lost and walked around to the other side of the table, looking for things to tidy up.

He watched her in silence as she righted herself, throwing away her ruined stockings and picking up the scattered papers and pens, her derriere facing him as she bet over to pick him up. He could just see the faint outline of the delectable line of her ass, sending his imagination into heat again. He broke the silence before his discipline broke down and took her again.

"Misao… I would really appreciate it if you kept silent about tonight." God, I'm really an asshole!

"Sure, no problem." She chirped falsely, disappointed but not surprised. She turned to go.

"And…"

"Yes?"

"I don't share."

Misao's heart fluttered madly at this statement and looked back at him. His eyes flickered momentarily and she saw a flash of tenderness and possessiveness shine through. He does have feelings after all. She smiled, and saucily replied, "Good, cause I don't either. Have a pleasant evening!"

Aoshi cracked a smile at her departing figure after that.

And so the affair had begun.

-o-

Blaring horns brought Aoshi back to the present as he smiled, remembering the first time had sex with Misao. It was a thrilling, out of control experience for one who liked to be in control, not to mention that it was addictive too. From then on they were at it nearly everyday, hiding from everyone as much as possible and making sure that none of it ever interfered with work… well nearly never, anyway. It was so much that being a thousand miles away for five days was nearly unbearable without it, so he cut his business trip into four, working like someone possessed just so he could get one more of what was starting to obsess him.

Misao. Her name echoed through his mind like a siren's song. He simply refused to look further in him to see if he loved her, remembering the only time he foolishly fell only to have it slap him in the face with another man. Yet, he couldn't detach himself from her, which he reasoned out because he was having mind-blowing world altering sex of the century, maybe even of the millennium. Her young, lithe body simply set his hormones on fire. That was it.

As he cut through the traffic and swung into the HS building's parking lot, his smile deepened as he tried to imagine what kind of homecoming did his lovely, sexy PA had in store for him.

To be continued... Hopefully, soon...