Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Scratching the Itch ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Saito was irritated.

 

He sat behind his somewhat cluttered desk, pointedly ignoring the stack of intelligence reports that needed his attention. Long tendrils of smoke drifted from the cigarette crushed between pressed lips. Graceful and deadly fingers tapped a steady strum on the wooden desk while he stared stonily out the window.

 

There was no doubt in his mind.

 

She was avoiding him.

 

It started out innocently enough. He explained Himura's increased presence to a growing suspicion of the tanuki's `extracurricular' activities. The redhead clung to her side like an overprotective hound, eyes full of suspicion whenever Saito showed his face by the dojo.

 

He could understand how this suspicious protection would increase a bit after their last tryst. He had left her scrambling to clean up the bathhouse when Himura returned earlier than expected. Saito knew it was risky, coming in the middle of the day when Himura was just out for an errand, but the promise of her water-slick skin was too much to pass up.

 

Thank goodness for years of well-honed reflexes. If Himura did find out, things could get needlessly messy.

 

Or much more interesting.

 

But suddenly Kaoru didn't seem to leave the dojo without Kenshin or the brat in tow. Every dojo visit, every trip to the market, every walk by the river, even near places they had rendezvoused before, she was maddeningly not alone. Six weeks had past without playing with his favorite new toy, and Saito was certainly feeling the effects.

 

There was no doubt that she still wanted him. Longing gazes poorly hidden by huffy looks, the feel of her eyes tracing up and down his lean form. He had even gone so far as to tempt her with the uniform, hats, gloves, and buttons done up to the top, having eked a passionate confession out of her that she found him incredibly hot in full dress. Still, he was rebuked.

 

Saito exhaled noisily and stubbed out the now useless cigarette. She needed to be reminded that they had an arrangement. They relieved the tension to make their normal lives bearable. Otherwise, people got irritated.

 

He reached into his jacket pocket and reached around on his desk for matches. His eyes landed on his hat, lying on a stack of papers where he had tossed it. A predatory grin stretched across the mibu wolf's features. Dousing his match with a flick of the wrist, he leaned back into the wooden office chair and inhaled deeply.

 

This was going to be fun.

 

………………………..

 

Kaoru worked her way through the crush of the midday market. She wove carefully around carts, vendors, and other patrons, holding her purse close to her chest. Each time she passed that damned blue uniform she tensed a little until they passed.

 

She was avoiding him.

 

It had started out after Kenshin almost walked into the two of them in the bathhouse. Stupid Saito had picked a risky time and location, coming to see her while Kenshin was out getting things for dinner. She was certain that the redhead was going to find out this time, especially when she wouldn't let him clean up after her bath. Doubt lanced through his vision as she waved him away, sputtering something about how he shouldn't need to do chores all the time. It was a miracle that he didn't press her further. She couldn't stand up to his inquiring gaze.

 

She'd decided then and there that this had to stop. Yes, he was good, yes, she wanted him, but that didn't make it right. Saito was married for gods sake! He was getting bolder, more demanding, and she wasn't sure if she could face the consequences. She'd just have to never leave the dojo alone.

 

Week one was easy.

 

Week two was a little harder.

 

By week three she was having intense dreams of his burning touches.

 

At week four, she struggled to hide the lust in her eyes when he wandered by. Especially when he wore that damned uniform.

 

He'd groped her once in a dark alley, cotton gloves rasping against the skin of her shoulder as he bared it to his burning lips. She had looked up at him, uniform neat and trim, hat pulled low over his eyes, white gloves passing over blushing flesh. She almost came on the spot, overwhelmed by his aura of power and authority.

 

Like a fool, she told him how much he turned her on. She suspected that he was dressing up on purpose to tempt her.

 

Week five was pure hell. Even touching herself didn't relieve the curling, burning, demanding itch that he'd encouraged.

 

It was week six, and she had to get out of the dojo. Especially when Kenshin suggested she might take some time for herself. She had to be pretty close to raving bitch to have him actually say something.

 

“Kaoru-dono has been out of sorts.”

 

`Really, could it be because I'm not getting any sex from you and I'm avoiding the smug bastard I've been sleeping with instead?'

 

She didn't say it, but she came close. Why were all the men in her life infuriating?

 

So here she was, having time for herself. Fighting through the crowded market to find a new hair ribbon, avoiding every policeman in sight and maybe find a cup of tea and moan to Tae. Yep, this was relaxing.

 

A heavy hand landed on her shoulder. Kaoru jumped and whirled to see who had touched her. Her breathing relaxed a little when she saw two regular policemen standing behind her. It wasn't him.

 

“Kamiya-san?” the younger officer inquired politely.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Will you come with us please?”

 

A tendril of worry wormed its way into her gut.

 

“Why? I've done nothing wrong.”

 

The older officer spoke next, gruffer than his colleague.

 

“Your presence is required at the station for questioning.”

 

“Questioning? But—”

 

“Please, Kamiya-san,” the younger man put a hand on her arm and turned her towards the government complex. “We just have our orders. Do not make a scene.”

 

Kaoru looked around, seeing the sidelong glances her outburst was attracting. She sighed. May as well get this straightened out. Perhaps Yahiko had gotten in trouble again? Or someone was moving against Kenshin?

 

That must be it.

 

…………………

 

Kaoru was brought to a small room. A western table and chair were placed at one end nearest the door with a high narrow window on the other side. The younger officer asked her to stand and wait until his superior arrived. She didn't have much choice but to agree.

 

She wandered nervously down towards the window, not wanting to sit with her back to the door. She just wanted to get this over with and try to relax.

 

Kaoru wondered if this was where Saito worked. She'd never been on his territory before. An image of him bending her over this table came to mind.

 

Damn, even here she felt all bothered.

 

Long minutes passed. Kaoru paced, leaned against the wall, thought about sitting on the table but thought better of it. The longer she waited, the more irritated she became. It was almost impossible to track the time in the enclosed space, and very little sound permeated through from the outside.

 

Come to think of it, the hallway had been pretty deserted.

 

“That's it,” she muttered. “I'm not waiting any longer.”

 

She stormed towards the door, ready to give whoever got in her way a piece of her mind.

 

The door suddenly opened inward, and Kaoru jumped back at the last minute to avoid a broken nose. She dropped her purse as she stumbled back against the table, cursing as she tried to stop its descent. She looked up as the door clicked closed, ready to give this jerk policeman a piece of her mind.

 

The rebuke died on her lips as golden eyes pinned her to the spot.

 

`Oh shit.'

 

Saito towered over her, eyes just visible under the black brim of his officer's hat. His strong features were clear for her viewing, the rouge tendrils of hair tucked away. The blue uniform was impeccably pressed, and bright white gloves practically glowed against the dark fabric.

 

Kaoru felt that aching heat curl as her insides melted under his gaze.

 

He took a step forward, and she backed up around the corner of the table towards the far wall, feeling very much like prey. He smirked and sat on the edge of the table.

 

“I'm so glad my men found you. You're a central figure in a new investigation.” His voice was irritatingly smooth, driving right to her core. She got angry at his effect on her.

 

“What the hell are you talking about,” she hissed. “What investigation?”

 

His eyes flashed at her anger, and he straightened to his full height. A quick step brought him close to her again, bodies almost touching. He could feel the heat pouring off her.

 

“Now, now, what investigator reveals information before questioning?”

 

Kaoru was nearly intoxicated by his closeness. Her heartbeat increased steadily, lost in his aura of power. His eyes roamed over her form, not bothering to hide his lust. He smirked as she shivered under his scrutiny.

 

“Turn around,” he ordered.

 

“W-what?” Her brain didn't want to function. Kaoru eeped when he spun her by her shoulder and pressed her to the wall. His long form molded against hers as he leaned to whisper in her ear.

 

“I doubt my men searched you. We can't have a breach in protocol in the police force.” He pulled away a little, arms caging her on either side. “Hands on the wall, spread your legs.”

 

Kaoru turned to protest in indignation. His gloved hands swiftly grabbed her wrists, placing her hands on the plaster wall. A foot insinuated itself between hers and pressed outward, straining her legs against her slim kimono.

 

“When an officer gives you an order, you're supposed to obey.” His breath scalded her neck as he nuzzled the smooth column. “Do you understand?”

 

Kaoru reeled, nearly swooning at his words. She felt the dampness between her legs increase in anticipation of his searching hands. Gloved hands tightened on her wrists slightly, the pressure bringing her back.

 

“Do you understand?” he repeated.

 

“Yes.”

 

She felt a smile against her skin.

 

“Good.”

 

The smooth cotton left her wrists and started textured trails down her arms. His hands pressed sensually across her shoulders and drew scorching trails down her back. She bit back a moan as he leaned in closer, his fabric covered-digits tracing down the skin on her neck and catching briefly in the collar of her kimono before caressing her breasts through the slippery silk. Her head fell forward against the wall as he continued down her abdomen, stomach clenching as he ghosted past her heated center and stroked slowly down the front of both legs. He gently drew up the back, gently squeezing her rear as he stood behind her again.

 

Kaoru was left shaking and hot as he withdrew. She was grateful for the wall to keep her upright. There was no time to collect herself as his voice cut through the passion-induced haze.

 

“Come here.”

 

She turned to him, taking in his lean form as he stood behind her. A few shaking steps brought her to him. Saito looked down at her, slowly circling.

 

“It seems I've uncovered something you've been hiding.” A gloved hand passed over her shoulder and along the back of her neck as he passed. “The question is, why did you keep it from me?”

 

Kaoru shivered, almost desperate for him to continue his assault on her body. She struggled to find some kind of answer under his golden gaze.

 

“I'm not hiding anything,” she started breathily. His eyebrow rose dangerously as he leaned back against the table.

 

“Oh really. I think more investigation is necessary.”

 

Kaoru's breath hitched. His last investigation had almost sent her to her knees.

 

“Open your kimono, slowly.”

 

Kaoru flushed deep red, but complied. Her obi dropped in a pool at her feet and she carefully stepped out of its confines. One step closer to him. She opened the kimono at the neck, baring herself to his view. Saito's eyes darkened to swirling amber at the sight, her soft but athletic body calling to him.

 

“Touch yourself,” he ground out, strain evident in his tone. Kaoru raised two shaking fingers to her parched lips, wetting the tips while she held his gaze. His eyes traced the glistening trail the damp digits left behind, down her chin and between the valley of her breasts.

 

“Cup them, Kaoru. Squeeze your nipples between your fingers.”

 

Kaoru moaned as she complied, her aching peaks wanting nothing but his caresses, and having to settle for her own. She bit her lower lip at the jolts of pleasure that shot through her as she obeyed him, her rosy buds responding to his voice and her touch.

 

“One hand between your legs. Touch yourself as you want to be touched.”

 

She almost sobbed as her fingers entered her slick folds, teasing the distended nub within. Desperate to feel, thinking of his gloved hands where hers were now, she probed her depths with two fingers. Her breath came in panting gasps as she struggled to stand and continue the maddening sensations.

 

“Tell me what you're thinking,” he purred, silken tone covering hard steel.

 

Kaoru tossed her head back, shaking her head as she moaned. She couldn't say. His powerful presence overwhelmed her, heightened by his devilish behavior in a protector's guise.

 

He stood, looming just a breath away from her shaking, needy form.

 

“Whose touches posses you,” he demanded.

 

She moaned. He was so close but out of reach as she stroked herself harder and hotter. Still, she couldn't answer.

 

“Tell me what you crave,” he hissed, breath ghosting over her heated skin.

 

“You!” she screamed as she came hard around her driving fingers.

 

He swept her off her feet in an instant, demanding lips plundering her desperate mouth as he laid her on the table. Their tongues battled fiercely as his gloved hands wandered her spasming body. Rough hands gripped her breasts, kneading and teasing, tracing the contours with rasping touches.

 

Kaoru arched and moaned aloud as a cloth-covered finger inserted itself where her fingers had just been. He started a fast rhythm, rubbing her clitoris while he pumped inside. She writhed and moaned, the foreign texture on her oversensitive flesh unbelievably stimulating. Just in time, he covered her mouth with another searing kiss as she screamed into a second peak.

 

Saito's fingers withdrew, and he pulled her up, turning her so she lay splayed across the table. He pulled the kimono up to her back, driving his rock-hard erection into her dripping core. Kaoru moaned in satisfaction at being so well filled after so long.

 

He didn't wait long, starting a steady searing rhythm within her. He panted as he bent over her form, driving deeper into her sweet warmth with every stroke. Her velvet heat caressed him, driving him to the brink of insanity. Kaoru was pulled up against his body, rough fabric of his arm at her waist and breast heightening the sensations he created within her.

 

Finally, achingly, he exploded inside her as she clamped down hard on his member, coaxing his orgasm with her quivering flesh. Kaoru breathed in gasps through her final peak, no sound louder than a whimper able to escape from her throat.

 

Saito lowered shakily to his knees, still inside her, panting from the strength of his climax. Kaoru leaned back against his broad chest, slowly returning to earth.

 

Eventually she stood on shaking feet and re-wrapped her clothes around her. Saito stood and leaned back against the table, lighting a cigarette and watching her dress. She went to walk past him to retrieve her dropped purse, but his arm snaked around her waist and halted her progress. He placed a final knee-weakening kiss on her lips before releasing her.

 

“So, did you get what you wanted?”

 

`God, tanuki, if you only knew.'

 

“Perhaps. Some follow-up investigation may be necessary.”

 

Kaoru licked her lips at his words, basking in the thought of another interrogation.

 

“I guess you'll have to come find me.”

 

He lowered his face towards hers and smirked.

 

“That won't be a problem.”

 

Kaoru left, hurrying out of the station before she was snared by those golden eyes again.

 

Maybe she should avoid him more often.