Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Internal Affairs ❯ Normal Rules Do Not Apply ( Chapter 5 )

Twish's Note: Installment 3!!!! Can I say I was inspired? *big, wide grin* Although... dark cloud hangs over the horizon... Yes, I do have a story, this in not all lemons. But this has probably the most sensitive one. I hope you all like!!!!

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Tsuki-san --- Thanks for the review, sweetie... and for the record... your "Bad Kid" fic on the other side distracted me so much i could not work at home... I had to finish it--- please update! :D

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Everyone who reads this is of age, because the language is rather basic and Yes, there is a lemon in this chapter too. So if you are under 17, keep your childhood a little longer and don't grow up so fast on us, ok? ;) However... its really up to you :)

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Internal Affairs

Chapter 5 - The Normal Rules Do Not Apply

Aoshi stepped out of the shower and smelled something cooking while he changed into clean clothes. He smiled. What is she doing now? And that thought made him frown.

Somehow, in the span of a few hours, he felt as if Misao was already a part of his private life. That was unacceptable. But it was unavoidable.

What did you expect? That you could invite her here for a few days and keep things as they were in your life? Aoshi, you really are either an asshole or a blockhead.

Aoshi preferred to keep the nagging voice of conscience to the back of his mind as he jogged down to the kitchen to see what was the answer to the first question.

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"Wow. I think I died and went to breakfast heaven. Where did you learn how to cook like this?" Aoshi couldn't stop from gobbling up the pancake and fresh strawberry combo Misao decided to spring on him for breakfast.

"My grandpa has a restaurant. I grew up with him." She replied, licking away a spot of whipped cream that clung to the edge of her mouth. She looked good in one of his robes, although they were far too long for her. The V formed by the navy blue cloth against her extremely fair skin was getting more interesting by the second.

Hell, who am I kidding?! She could wear a sack for all I care and I'd still be turned on!

She was making him horny again, but she had that faraway look in her eye that made him think twice. What made her look that way? For reasons he could not even begin to explain to himself, his detachment with their lives started to melt away.

"You love your grandfather, don't you?"

His question startled Misao out of her musings, and she did not have an answer ready. He never asked me where I came from… why the sudden interest?

"Relax, Misao, there's no wrong or right answer to this one. I was just curious."

Her mouth formed a tiny surprised 'o' before she answered. It was just innocent curiosity after all.

"Well, he was the only one there for me after I was orphaned when I was small… so yeah, I do love that old coot to pieces although he does have a penchant for chasing after pretty women. Who happen to be just slightly older than me." She grinned, turning the somber mood light.

Aoshi wiggled his eyebrows at her impishly and said "Hmmm… we might just have something in common after all!"

Misao giggled, imagining Aoshi with a pink beribboned goatee and chasing after her in his boxers. The wall around her heart was slowly dropping stone by stone the more she spent time with her enigmatic boss. Of all her boyfriends and flings, there really was no one like him. That last thought brought herself up short. She had no business thinking like that about him. He was so far out of her league. Just enjoy the sex and leave it at that. You'll just get hurt in the end.

Aoshi felt her change of mood before he saw it. What the hell happened?! Here I was, trying to learn more and… zip. Fucking hell?! I must be losing it in my old age… He frowned at Misao's departing back as she started to carry their dishes to the sink. This caused him to curtly reply, "Misao, there's no need to do that. I already have a housekeeper who comes during the week to do it."

The minute the words were out of his mouth, he regretted it. He saw her stiffen up, and turn around after putting the last of the dishes, her stare shuttered and blank. And she chirped in that vastly annoying false cheery tone of hers, "Sure, whatever you say, boss!"

As she started to pass by him, he stopped her with his voice.

"Misao, don't."

She slowly turned to face him and he hated himself for what he saw.

Big aqua blue eyes full of hurt.

So, without pausing to think of the consequences, he engulfed her in a big hug.

"Misao, don't be hurt, please. This weekend, in this house, there is no 'boss and personal assistant' shit, its just you and me--- just two consenting adults having a hell of a weekend to remember." He murmured this against her hair, realizing that it was the first time he had seen it left unbound. The unbelievably long silky tresses were putting his thoughts elsewhere but he tried to push it out of his mind for the moment. But his body had other opinions.

Misao's heart fluttered again. Maybe he does care… a tiny piece of hope started to blossom in her once more, and she lifted her eyes to him again, teasingly, and asked "Okay, so no boss and secretary titles here… how about 'master and slave' type? I wee-eel dooo anytheeeng my masssster wantsss…" she said in a sexy hiss, her mouth just an inch away from his, eyes that were hurt a moment ago now smokey with desire.

The corners of his mouth curled up as he pretended to consider her statement.

"Anything, Misao?"

"A-nee..thingg…" She purred.

She gave a small shriek as he suddenly scooped her into his arms and ran up the stairs with her. Amidst the bumping and bobbing that she did, her shrieks of mirth could be heard everywhere around the house until he threw her at his king size bed and kneeled on top of her.

His gaze was decidedly rakish as he said "Care to reconsider now, my pet?"

It was too much for Misao, she burst into laughter, gasping, "Mah-my pe-et? Pet?! Wh-who sa-ys that nowadays?!" She said in between gulps of laughter. Aoshi started tickling her, causing her to laugh more and more until her sides hurt.

"So! You think that was funny, huh?" Aoshi wouldn't stop tickling her until she was gasping for air, turning her this way and that, until finally she shrieked "Stop! Stop! Oka--, okay, you can call me a-ahhh haha that tickles, pet! Stop!"

As the giggles subsided, she found herself tangled up in his big robe--- and safely trapped under his arms and legs.

"You sneaky you!" And took a playful swat at Aoshi's forearms.

"What? Can't a guy have the upper hand sometimes?" Aoshi retorted, all worries of the world tossed into the backseat as he stared at Misao, his hand seeking the sides of his robe, pushing it off one of her breasts.

The teasing mood grew serious as she felt his hand cup her breast carefully, stroking her nipple into a hard nub with his thumb. This was new. The slow attack on her senses was almost too much for her. He rubbed and rubbed until she closed her eyes in bliss, arching her back into his hand, and he started nibbling on her long neck, flicking his tongue across her mouth, and just generally teasing her until her gasping from laughter turned into sounds of passion.

He knelt on top of her as his hands undid the belt of the robe, exposing her slender body to his eyes. He grinned as he saw the almost puritanical white panties she wore beneath, like what grade school girls would wear underneath their plaid uniform skirts. Ah, Aoshi, you really are a pervert at heart… glad to see there's someone out there who understands you… He slipped those off slowly down her legs without missing a beat in their slow sensual kissing, he doubted that Misao even noticed. He stood up eventually, shedding his clothes off where they fell, and Misao's eyes snapped open, not moving from her position as they both stared at one another.

He looks like a Greek God--- all planes and muscles… All he needs is a lightning bolt...

She looks like a fallen angel with all that long hair all over and white skin… fallen for the devil that must be me…

Aoshi slowly went back to the bed, watching her with hungry eyes. Misao returned the stare, even as he turned her slowly around onto her back gently, as if she was a fragile doll. She felt him peel away the robe stuck to her body, and cover it with his as he bit with maddeningly slowness her shoulders. That simple touch made her rear her head back against him, as her excitement started building up. I've never done this before… she thought as he licked the connection between her neck and her shoulder. Then she gasped in surprised pleasure as his knee went into her crotch, rubbing her back and forth, making her wetter and wetter as his hand grasped her ass and kneaded it pleasurably. Her hands, useless, could do nothing but grasp the pillows under her head in desperate need as the sweet torture played on and on until she could hardly think, much less gasp. She was so lost that when Aoshi turned her to her side and lifted one of her legs aerobic style, she was temporarily nonplussed until his hand came from behind and slipped inside her, his other hand reaching underneath for her breast and he bit her shoulder simultaneously. The sensation was incredible! It was as if every move he made made every cell of hers down her screech in pleasure. She tightened around his penetrating fingers and screamed his name at the instant climax it brought, not caring of the volume.

Aoshi knew his time had come as soon as her crying, gasping pleasure reached a part deep inside him. His penis needed a home too. So he draped her upraised leg on his hip backwards, and rammed himself full hilt into her warm, moist opening, his fingers still teasing the pleasure nub in her as he did so.

It was better than the New Year.

It was more explosive than the Fourth of July.

It brought them even higher than anything they had experienced in their lifetimes and their movements were in perfect accord with each other that it was a song and dance, like a perfect completeness of a melody that only they could hear…

AND it brought them to orgasm at the same time.

As they slithered down to the realm of consciousness, no words were needed as they curled up in each other's arms, perfectly content and still within each other.

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The Saturday blended on into a Sunday without a hitch, and they had more memories to treasure for the weekend.

The bathtub was not spared as their slick bodies rode on each other to Pleasantville.

On Saturday night, Aoshi crushed strawberries on Misao's naked body and licked her off for dessert.

Misao returned the favor and used cherries in syrup instead.

They did it doggie style while watching mating lions on the Discovery Channel.

Practically about half the sexual positions of the Kama Sutra was talked about and performed so they could know which lasted longer, bringing a lot of laughter and teasing and some pain as Aoshi tried a particularly acrobatic one and failed.

Misao laughed her head off and was punished by Aoshi brining her to the peak of pleasure twice before giving her what she wanted.

The looked at themselves in the walk in closet mirror as Aoshi brought Misao's hand in his to pleasure herself, and rounded it off nicely with a prolonged sixty niner inside the closet.

A naked Misao straddled an equally naked Aoshi on a barstool on the breakfast counter and fucked him on the spot before cooking breakfast Sunday morning.

Another episode in the bath was called for.

All in all, they did had fun, not knowing that a dark cloud hung over their happy days.

Neither knew it, but disaster was about to strike.