Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Internal Affairs ❯ Welcome Home ( Chapter 3 )

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Everyone who reads this is of age, because the language is rather basic and there might be a lemon in every chapter. Not to mention that the story line is on a sexually graphic bent. And also, this chapter is even more racy than the others.

PS. A brazilian bikini wax leaves no stray hair behind, leaving you as hairless as you were when you were a baby.

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Internal Affairs

Chapter 3 - Welcome Home

The cabbie dropped Misao that night on the front steps of a charming old brownstone in a subdued part of town, well away from the hustle of the commercial district. It left her pleasantly surprised to find out that he lived here, she always thought guys of Aoshi's ilk lived in ritzy penthouses in the most expensive part of the city. Nevertheless, she liked it. She just hoped that they wouldn't disturb any neighbors this weekend. It didn't bode well to dwell on what kinds of embarrassment would the two of them be put through if something like that happened!

Grinning to herself, she walked up the steps with her package and a carryall and rapped smartly on the cast iron dragon doorknocker. There was a small buzz, and then the door opened automatically, revealing Aoshi shirtless and wearing a loose pair of drawstring pants that rode well below his hips, emphasizing his sleekly muscle toned body to great advantage. His eyes seemed to be like chips of ice blue silver, boring into her with an intensity that could be felt even with all her clothes on. Her mouth went dry and she stood there, taking his whole, handsomeness in, feeling the beginnings of heat pooling low in her body.

Aoshi smiled slowly, sensually, and beckoned her to come in. Mesmerized, she followed, closing the door softly behind her.

"What, no welcome kiss?" Aoshi said, practically purring. He closed the distance between them and leaned a hand over her shoulder on the door. Misao turned her face up to his and closed her eyes, delighted at this new, freer Aoshi. His lips touched hers fleetingly, dipping in to taste her pink lips, and withdrawing. Surprised, her eyes flew open and she found his face inches away from hers, roguishly grinning before he swooped down and claimed her lips in a crushing, hard kiss. It was like pure raw passion wrapped in dynamite. Misao could not stand the assault but just as she was about to crumple to the ground, the assault stopped.

Aoshi smiled in satisfaction as he looked into Misao's dazed eyes. It was payback time for all the nights he dreamed of her, for consuming him in need. Consciously, he knew it wasn't her fault that he almost had no control over his hormones, yet a small part of him inside needed to know that she needed him just as much as he needed her. He stepped back, allowing her to breathe, her chest heaving slightly under her overcoat. She was still hanging on to her stuff, he noticed. He took them from her, taking note that she brought dark chocolate ice cream for desert. Perfect for what he had next in mind.

Misao took a minute to focus. She knew she was already damp. Damn how can I even think of stretching it?! I can barely control myself and that was just a kiss! Finally, consciousness replaced the passion induced haze she was in. It was time to take control. She took in her surroundings, seeing that it was mostly open areas defined by arched openings and ceilings. His house was a work of art, but at the moment, it was the man himself that occupied her thoughts. She removed her shoes and padded over to him in the kitchen, going around the ultra modern high breakfast bar counter to the equally modern working area with sink on the other side. She leaned on one hip against it, just leisurely looking at Aoshi place away the ice cream and get some ice for the ice bucket near her.

"Like the dessert?" She asked coquettishly, playing with a stray lock of her that came loose from her braid.

Aoshi closed the door to his refrigerator and turned around, reaching around Misao for the ice bucket, still smiling. Trying to be in control, are you? Let's see just how long you can last…

"Of course. You know how I like…" His gaze went provocatively below Misao's waist. "sweet things."

"Is that right? But you haven't even seen the topping yet…" Misao put her lips into what she hoped was a sultry pout. It made her look even more like a kid, but that was exactly how Aoshi got hooked anyway. His smile turned decidedly wolfish as he decided to let Misao play her little teasing game. He leaned back on the opposite counter.

"So where is it? Show me." He demanded softly, becoming more and more aroused at just the mere sight of what she was doing.

Her hands went to the sash of her beige overcoat, and she shrugged it off, showing a deceptively simple sleeveless blood red wraparound dress that stopped mid thigh. She strode over to him, the tie holding her dress swaying lightly.

"You gotta unwrap it first…" Misao stopped a foot away and held out one end of the tie to him. He took it and tugged slightly, causing the ribbon to give way and part in the center, and as he let go, the dress slithered off her and fell into a pool around her feet. She was completely naked under the dress, and with a brand new Brazilian bikini wax to boot. His heart started thudding a mile a minute as he stared at her nether region.

"So now what do you think of dessert?" Misao asked teasingly, although her senses were already heady from just having him stare at her naked while he still had his pants on.

After a long time, he simply drew her to him and kissed her deeply, his tongue demanding entrance as he bit and nipped at her lips. He picked her up by the waist and strode over purposely to the refrigerator, opening it and then turning Misao around to face the cold air that blasted through.

Misao's already sensitized skin got even more so as one of Aoshi's started fondling her breasts in front of the ref, rolling her already hard nipples in his thumb and forefinger, while the other reached for the ice cream container, and his mouth was busy nuzzling her neck. His arousal was pressing hard against her back and he was rubbing himself on her too. How like him to be a multitasker was her last coherent thought before her mind went blank with desire.

She didn't know exactly how she got there, but somehow he managed to put her on top of the breakfast bar because it was another erotic shock that struck her as her clit touched the metal surface of the counter.

Aoshi growled low in his throat as he ordered her to lean back on her elbows, and Misao was too happy to comply with every demand because she was already shivering with need, the need for sexual release.

As she leaned back, Aoshi sat on a bar stool and lifted her feet into his lap. He had a view of her pink folds dewy with renewed dampness which sent his senses into overdrive but he ignored them for a moment, promising his hormones mentally that if he waits, it will not only be good but fantastic.

"Now this what I missed…" He said gruffly as he tried to contain himself.

He then reached for the ice cream on the counter and dipped two fingers in it, coming away with a liberal amount clinging to them. He smeared the ice cream onto surface of her womanhood, delighting in her gasp with shock as the cold seeped into her heated skin. He stared at how the ice cream stood out against her skin, and after considering it for a moment, lifted her hips and pressed the whole length of his tongue on her. He slid it upwards, and downwards, and passion took over as he started tasting her wildly, enjoying the taste which was uniquely hers.

Misao started breathing in short gasps. What is he doing?! Ah… I… Words failed even her thoughts as the contrast between the heat of his tongue lapping away at the cold ice cream drove her into a frenzy. She twisted and arched her back, almost sitting up then burrowing her hands in his hair. She went even wilder, screaming as she exploded in his mouth the moment he slid his tongue inside her, exploring.

Aoshi wasn't finished yet. She tasted tangy and sweet, and his nerves went on instinct to keep suckling and lapping away at the honey she was spewing out in pleasure. As he kept on going, he felt her rolling into another orgasm and decided it was time to get some for himself too. He bit her inner thigh and slid her quickly off the counter, turning around and slamming her roughly into column behind him, knowing that they were past caring of the pain he caused her. He planted his mouth on her breast and suckled while he struggled to remove his pants. Finally, they tore and his penis went flying free. He lifted Misao high and drove himself fully in her, while she wrapped her legs around him.

Aoshi nearly exploded as he felt her tighten around him. Their hips pumped faster and faster in a wild sexual rhythm and finally, Misao got her second orgasm for that night screaming Aoshi's name and Aoshi soon followed in her wake uttering hoarse cries. As the throes of passion shook off, exhausted, they both slid down the column still tangled in each other's arms and gave in to arms of sleep on the kitchen floor.