Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Scratching the Itch ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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Kaoru stood in the final position of her kata, panting. Beads of sweat turned into drops as they curled down her sleek form. Satisfied but not finished, she relaxed her stance and strode across the room to get a drink of water.

 

It was hot. The air was heavy, pregnant with moisture. The barest breeze teased at relief, but did not deliver.

 

Kaoru knew it was not the best idea to be practicing in the heat of the afternoon, but the smooth wood floors of the dojo called to her. Besides, this was the time she had to herself. Yahiko was gone at his job, and she did not teach today. The chores were done for now, so she practiced. She'd warmed up with an extended jujitsu routine, brushing up on her weaponless arts. It would have been easier with a partner, but she was used to practicing alone.

 

Her damp gi spoke volumes to the temperature and the level at which she exerted herself. She shifted uncomfortably as she took up her boken again, the almost transparent fabric pulling at her movements. Thinking for a moment, she glanced outside the open dojo doors. Satisfied she was still alone, she peeled back the clinging garment and let it drop around her waist, much like the boys did when washing after class.

 

Kaoru sighed in relief as the air hit her damp skin. It wasn't cool, but it was much better. She felt very uninhibited and empowered, clad only in her bindings as she took up her stance.

 

The movement of air as she moved felt even better, a warm caress that danced across her nerves. She continued to slash, swing and turn in automatic movements while her body delighted in the sensations. Her exertions brought more drops of moisture to her skin, prolonging the delight she felt in movement. She lost herself for a while in the hypnotic coil and stretch of muscle, the turn and slide of polished wood under her bare feet and the unusual weighted swing of the gi pulling at her hips.

 

Her senses were so alive that she was not startled when she felt a prickle at the back of her neck. As she finished her turns and strikes, a flash of blue and black danced at the edge of her vision. She knew his ki, and was not alarmed. Finally she completed her moves, ending the kata so she faced the open doorway.

 

Saito leaned against the doorway in a manner that would suggest careless repose to the uninformed observer. Kaoru knew better, knowing he was coiled and ready to pounce. Her hungry eyes drank in his long form. His jacket was slung over his shoulder, the black singlet underneath sticking to his body in tempting ways. A few beads of sweat collected at his temples, darkening his already inky hair.

 

His eyes raked over her as well, hot and wanting. There was no guarded smirk, no stony expression, just unfettered desire. Still, he stood motionless, waiting for some unknown signal.

 

Kaoru knew what he was waiting for. A sultry smile spread across her features as she slowly, deliberately lowered the tip of her boken. Locking his eyes with hers, she casually let the weapon fall to the floor.

 

His expression did not change as he unfurled from the doorway and stalked towards her with measured steps. Eyes still on her, he pulled his sheathed sword from his belt. When he was just a foot away, he brought the sword around behind her, pulling her body to his with a swift tug. His coat dropped to the side with a soft shuff.

 

Kaoru grew warmer at his handling, relishing the contrast of his heat in front and hard sheath behind. Her hands gripped his shirt as his musky tobacco-laced scent washed over her. One long finger traced the path of perspiration down the curve of her neck and chest, teasing under the rim of her bindings. His eyes darkened as she bit her lip and sighed a little at his touch.

 

"This is a new look."

 

"It's hot."

 

He leaned in and licked the shell of her ear.

 

"Yes, it is."

 

Kaoru arched and moaned aloud as his teeth grazed her tender earlobe. Her hands fisted tighter into his singlet as his lips and teeth progressed downward, lavishing the column of her neck with grazing nips. He continued to her collarbone, passing the tip of his rough tongue along the graceful curve.

 

Needing to taste him, Kaoru took his face in both hands and pulled him to her lips. She kissed him deeply, reveling in the passionate duel for dominance with his tongue. The sound of his sword gently hitting the floor barely registered, but the feeling of his large hands spanning the exposed skin on her lower back and neck was unmistakable. He pressed her to him fiercely, tilting her head with his hand to plunder her lips more thoroughly.

 

They parted, both panting as their eyes locked. Saito drug strong fingers along her back, seeking the end of her binding. Kaoru kissed him again deeply, then pulled back to murmur lowly.

 

"In front," she said almost breathlessly. She regarded him with naked lust in her gaze.

 

Saito's amber gaze blazed in heat, leaving her feeling pleasantly scorched. He tore his singlet over his head, tossing it to the side as he knelt before her. Her hands rested on his broad shoulders, running along the contours of his corded muscles. His lips returned to her collarbone, teasing lower after a strong nip caused her to hiss and arch in desire. Hands pressed into her back, holding her to him.

 

With a heated look, Saito's lips pulled the tucked end of her binding loose, white fabric trailing from in-between his teeth. Dropping the end, he returned to her slick chest, dipping his tongue under the fabric where it crested her breasts. Kaoru moaned when his teeth barely scraped along her skin as he worked the bindings looser with each pass. After an erotic eternity, he was able to pull them down past her firm and now aching peaks.

 

Kaoru gasped as his hot, wet mouth attacked one erect nipple. His other hand pulled relentlessly on the loosened bindings, her body jerking with the force of his movements. He switched to attack her other erect bud, one callused hand running up her nude torso and griping the opposite breast. Her hands couldn't keep still, moving from holding his head to griping his shoulders in almost frenetic motions.

 

Saito continued to suck and tease at her nipples, laving a hot path with his tongue between them. Suddenly, his teeth scraped a slow path up one distended peak, followed by a cool puff of air. Kaoru's knees buckled with a cry, his arm at her back and her grip on his shoulders barely keeping her upright.

 

“Again . . .” she gasped.

 

She felt him smirk against her skin.

 

“What was that?”

 

She could barely form a sentence as he teased her other peak.

 

“Do that thing with your teeth again.”

 

He obliged, and she nearly fell again. His hips twitched against her legs as her fingers dug into his shoulders.

 

With a low growl, Saito pulled at her hakama ties, keeping his face buried in her heaving chest. Kaoru could only bury her fingers in his hair, having nothing else to anchor her spinning emotions. She sighed when her clothing fell in a heap at her feet, the air rushing to cool her sweat-slick skin. He abandoned her breasts to kiss down her abdomen, swirling his tongue in her navel with teasing flicks. Two large hands stroked down her back and hips to hook in her fundoshi, sliding them down her legs. Hands left her body, pulling on something at the floor. His distracting kisses continued downwards, wonderful little nips leaving sensitive red marks. His tongue caressed each mark, leaving her panting further.

 

Saito pulled back for a moment, feral eyes meeting her heavy-lidded ones. His heated gaze raked up her form like a caress, smirking at her trembling visage. Kaoru shook further as he ran the nails of his hands up the back of both legs, raising one over his shoulder and placing the other hand at her back. He placed open-mouthed kisses up the inside of the raised leg, inching closer to her throbbing core. She gasped, forgetting to breathe as he trapped her with his eyes.

 

His mouth suddenly descended on her dripping folds, sucking hard on her aching clit. Kaoru's world tilted, and she found herself being lowered to the floor by his strong hands. His lips continued their unrelenting assault of her core, pulling her other leg over his shoulder and holding her twitching hips with an iron grip. Her head and shoulders rested on the ground, hands griping the makeshift bed of their clothing as he pleasured her. Completely held by him, all she could do was moan.

 

The scraping of teeth on her nub and two long fingers sliding into her was all it took for her to explode. The rush of blood to her head intensified the sensation. Her back arched and she screamed as her vision turned white.

 

As she rode out her passion, her hips were lowered to the ground, his fingers still pumping and stroking her. The tide of pleasure barley receded before his plunging digits began winding the tension again. Kaoru's hips rolled and twitched of their own accord, her mind long overcome by sensation.

 

She whimpered as his fingers withdrew, only to let out a low moan when his rock-hard erection slid into her wet heat. Saito hissed, clenching his teeth in obvious pleasure as he seated himself within her. His long form stretched over hers, and he captured her lips in a heady kiss.

 

With his kiss, the air changed around them. The atmosphere of raw lust shifted to an aching, deep need. His lips drank her in like a parched man, long arms sliding underneath her back and neck to hold her as close as possible. Feet on the floor, she drew her knees up to his sides. Her arms twined over and under his in a clutching embrace. Kaoru was nearly overcome by the longing he projected into her, and could only mirror his feelings in response.

 

Saito drew back from the kiss, naked emotion in his amber gaze. Kaoru was lost in the deep pools, reveling in the heady swirling of desire, longing, possession and hungry satisfaction. She returned his look with all the love and desire she held for him, watching his eyes darken with more emotion.

 

Never letting go of her eyes, he began strong, measured thrusts into her dripping heat. Kaoru arched her body further into him with each motion, pressing him deeper and closer. Despite the ripples of pleasure rolling through her, she did not close her eyes, maintaining the deep connection with the windows to his inner self. Their limbs remained tangled in an almost desperate embrace, his strong arms holding her tirelessly to him as he plumbed her depths.

 

Wave after wave of sensation passed through her, the world narrowing down to pure feeling. Their sweat-slicked bodies glided effortlessly against each other, electricity firing wherever they touched. Her hands pressed into finely muscled flesh, his arms and eyes enveloping her completely.

 

He pressed deeper, harder, faster, gradually gaining momentum until they were panting and groaning aloud. Skin slapped against skin, nerves blazing. Kaoru cried his name as she suddenly came, almost closing her eyes until his hand in her hair brought him back into focus. Two strong jerks later, Saito followed her in climax, her name tumbling from his lips in a bare whisper.

 

As the tension unfurled, they collapsed amidst their scattered clothing, still clutching each other closely. His head rested against her shoulder, hot breath teasing over her damp skin. She stared sightlessly at the ceiling, slowly regaining her breath and her wits from the intense moment.

 

Long before Kaoru was ready to move, Saito withdrew with a groan and rolled to her side. After a moment of heavy breaths, he reached over her towards his discarded jacket.

 

Kaoru furrowed her brow slightly, wondering if he needed a cigarette so soon. He grunted with satisfaction, obviously finding what he was looking for. Her musings we interrupted when he curled his arm underneath her neck and shoulders, drawing her into his arms. His emotions were still unveiled in his eyes, showing that ever-present want, but laced with something new. She held her breath, waiting for him to speak.

 

A soft piece of fabric was pressed into the hand that rested on his chest. It was the amber ribbon. Kaoru looked at it for a moment, and returned her eyes to his. A gentle hand cupped her cheek, and he kissed her lips softly.

 

“Tadaima.”

 

She smiled warmly, divining the meaning of his words that rang clearly in his gaze.

 

“Welcome home.”