Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Snowy Nights ❯ The First Night ( Chapter 1 )

“Brrr…how could it be so cold?” Misao thought as she and Aoshi trudged through the puddles. They had been on their way back from Tokyo and were now caught in freezing rain. She glanced over at Aoshi. He had been injured in the battle, and Misao was worried. He was being quieter than usual, his lips were blue, and he was moving very slowly. She knew that they had better find some shelter before pneumonia or frostbite set in and made things worse.

Suddenly, Aoshi stumbled and fell. At the same time, Misao spotted a cottage a few feet away, nearly invisible in the shadows. She looked over to tell Aoshi to hurry up, and realized that he had not gotten up from the snow yet. She pulled him to his feet and slowly led the way to the abandoned cottage. As they went, Misao double-checked her pack to make sure she had everything she needed to clean and treat Aoshi's wounds. She didn't want them to become infected.

As soon as they reached the cottage, Misao looked around for wood to start a fire. Thankfully, the last occupier had left a stack of wood in a corner, and soon a fire was blazing. “Thank god I brought matches,” she thought. She turned to Aoshi, and quickly realized that the fire wasn't going to be enough. She took a second survey of the room. It was small, with only two tiny cots and a single, moth-eaten blanket. “I'll just have to make the best of it,” she said aloud.

She turned to Aoshi, but saw that he had sat himself in a corner, and then promptly passed out. Misao rushed over and listened to his breathing. His breaths were slow and shallow. She stood back and looked at him. His lips were blue, and he was beginning to shake. She knew that she had to get him warm…and fast.

She realized what the best option was, but still, she hesitated. She didn't want Aoshi to get sick, but she had never done anything like this before. “Don't be silly,” she chided herself, “it's not like he likes you like that anyhow.” She started by removing his boots and stockings, which fell to the floor like lead weights. Aoshi's feet were taking on a purplish tint. Misao immediately started to rub them with her hands.

When the feet started to look normal again, Misao moved upward, removing his trench coat and shirt. Instead of using her hands, she grabbed a blanket. She ashamedly noticed how well built he was and how hard his nipples had grown in the cold. She shook her head and stopped her imagination before it could even begin down that path. She started to rub his chest and stomach vigorously with the blanket, and kept rubbing until they were bright red.

Suddenly, Aoshi regained consciousness and grabbed Misao's hands to stop them from moving. She started, and stared down at him. She had never seen his eyes like that, glazed and dark. She wondered if fever was setting in. “Get up,” she commanded, “and move over to the bed.” He started to protest, but Misao was already pushing him up, towards the bed. “Where…where are we?” he thought meekly.

He collapsed onto the cot, and suddenly realized he was clad in only his pants. He briefly wondered what had happened to his shirt, but Misao had already started to re-dress his wounds. He couldn't hold back a gasp as she washed the long gash across his stomach. “Sorry,” she murmured. She also cleaned his shoulder, which had been grazed by a bullet. He also had numerous scratches and cuts across his back from flying shrapnel, and his ankle was slightly swollen from his earlier fall. He tried to keep his face neutral, but couldn't hold back a grimace as she washed his lower back, which had been the subject of a deep, jagged gash from a sword. “Almost finished,” she said softly. It took Misao thirty minutes to finally wash and dress all of his wounds. She could tell he was more comfortable, and the weird look was gone from his eyes, replaced with a look of relief.

Aoshi stared at Misao. He realized that she was still fully dressed in her cold and wet clothing. “You should let your clothing dry,” he said quietly. “Good idea,” she agreed. She took off her belt and shirt, leaving just the bandage across her breasts and abdomen, which, miraculously, was only damp and not soggy like her other clothes. She slipped off her pants, and before Aoshi could get too uncomfortable, he realized that she had on shorts. She laid her clothes next to Aoshi's in front of the fire. Aoshi just watched.

She crossed the room to the other cot and threw Aoshi a blanket. He gratefully accepted it, wrapping himself in a cocoon facing away from Misao. However, that position was uncomfortable, so he resituated himself facing her. What he saw was humbling. Misao had been so worried about him that she seemed to have given him the only blanket. He could make out her shivering form on the other cot across the room. “Now that just won't work,” he thought to himself. The option that came to mind made him rather excited, but he pushed the thoughts away. “Misao, you need to warm up too. Come over here so we can share the blanket.” “...and our body heat”, his mind finished for him. Ignoring his thoughts, he scooted over to make room.

“Are you sure?” Misao asked. She herself was a little uncomfortable with the idea of being so close to a half-dressed Aoshi, but she could not argue with his reasoning. She slipped across the room and arranged herself as far as possible from Aoshi. Accidentally, one of her legs brushed his pants. “Oh my God!” she yelped, “Your pants are freezing! You shouldn't sleep in them, you will freeze!” “Quit yelling, woman! I will take them off then…”Aoshi grumbled as he quickly stripped off his pants and hurled them across the room at the fire. While this left him ten degrees warmer, he was now all too aware of how close he was Misao, himself only dressed in boxer shorts. Misao was also keenly aware of his state of dress, and shifted even farther away from him, resisting any urges to look.

They stayed like that for a couple minutes, each one trying not to think about the other. Suddenly, Misao spoke. “This is ridiculous. We could be even warmer if we were closer so that we are sharing body heat.” With that, she turned around and scooted towards Aoshi, placing her hand across his chest so that they were cuddling each other. Aoshi was very startled, and he didn't know what to do with his hands. He experimentally wrapped his arms around her until they rested on the small of her back. When she sighed, he decided to leave them there.

Misao shivered, but not from the cold. Being so close to Aoshi was a mistake, she was sure. But he smelled so good…she made the mistake of looking up. He had been staring down at the top of her head, and when she tilted her head up, it brought their faces just inches apart. Aoshi had never realized what a rich shade of (?) Misao's eyes were. He hesitantly brought his lips down to brush hers.

Misao gasped. HE was kissing her! The one she had fantasized about for most of her teenage years was KISSING her! She thought she would die right there. Suddenly, it hit her that she should probably respond in some way…and so she leaned into the kiss. Aoshi groaned softly. Was she really going to kiss him back? He ran his tongue along her lips, pressing softly, wanting access to the warmth he knew was there.

Tentatively, Misao opened her mouth to allow Aoshi's tongue access. Slowly, Aoshi explored Misao's mouth, marveling at the softness of her lips and the sweet taste he had suspected was there. On the outside, she was as tough as nails, but now, Aoshi was beginning to see a different side of her, the side that was a woman, soft and sexual. Misao groaned as Aoshi stroked her tongue with slow, long strokes. How could he make her feel this way? Sure, she had had a crush on him for forever, but how could he return her feelings? She was just a tomboy…

Slowly, Aoshi pulled away and looked at Misao. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from his kiss. He looked deep into her eyes and saw desire and…something he could not identify. “How do you feel about me?” he asked softly. Misao looked away, then back into his eyes. “I will tell him…” she told herself. Keeping eye contact, she said softly, “ I have loved you ever since you saved my life in Kyoto a few years ago. But you never returned my flirting…” Aoshi relaxed and pulled a startled Misao close. “Oh, Misao,” he sighed, “I was never sure how to act, but I love you too!” “Really?” she whispered. “With all my heart,” he whispered.

Misao giggled. “Well, what should we do about it?” she asked. “I think…I want to kiss you again.” And with that, Aoshi dipped his head in close to plunder Misao's softness once again. Misao groaned and slowly took advantage of Aoshi's open mouth. Mimicking what Aoshi had done to her, she stroked and tasted. She groaned again. He was like ambrosia, and she wasn't sure that she would ever tire from tasting him. Her breasts were pounding in her bandages, and it felt like the butterflies were having a circus in her stomach. She had never done anything like this before, but she sure as hell didn't want to stop now. She had wanted his hands on her for too long.

Her hands were the first to wander, tracing patterns down Aoshi's back. Her fingers traveled over smooth and toned muscle, and traced scars from battles. Aoshi's hands wandered too. They traced her hairline, down her shoulder and back up. They danced across her collarbone, and then lower until they rested on the ends of her bandages. At this point, they both came up for air (Misao had forgotten she needed that) and Aoshi looked at her with questions in his eyes. “How far do you want to go?” he asked roughly. If she told him no… “I will go as far as you take me,” she said silkily. Like she was going to tell him no!

Slowly, Aoshi pulled Misao to a sitting position. He ran his hands around to her bandages and began to unwrap it. Misao had thought that her breasts couldn't be pounding harder, but when Aoshi brushed his hand across it, she couldn't suppress a gasp. The sensation sent a shockwave through her system. Finally, all the wrapping was gone, and all Aoshi could do was stare. Her breasts were perfect! They were small and round…Misao began to grow uncomfortable under his intense stare. Gently, he reached out and stroked one long stroke down the side of her right breast. Misao shuddered as Aoshi murmured, “Beautiful.”

His stroking was driving her crazy! Misao began to push into his hands, and Aoshi laughed low in his throat. He lowered his head and nuzzled her nipple. A spark ran straight from her nipple to her groin area…she thought she was going go crazy when he started to suck gently. She pushed back, and his hand came up to stroke the other breast. She wondered at the sensations he was causing! She had never felt anything like this before!

Aoshi could tell the sensation was overwhelming Misao, so he reluctantly pulled away and traced the contours of her abdomen. He marveled at the way he could make her muscles tremble. He suddenly had a question….he slid his hand up and ran it under her ribs. As he hoped, she was extremely ticklish, and she giggled and pushed his hand down. Suddenly, Misao had a thought. Here Aoshi was making her feel incredible, and she hadn't had a chance to explore his body yet…

She gently pushed Aoshi back until she was straddling his thighs. She slowly began to explore his abdomen. Like his back, there was a fair amount of scars across it, and she took great care to trace every one, as if to memorize it. Aoshi was taken aback by the look of genial concern that shone through her haze of lust…but she was moving so slow! However, he had realized by now that she had never seen any guy naked before, so he just lay back and let her explore at her own pace.

Misao had a thought…instead of continuing lower (like Aoshi was aching for) she brought her hands back up and feathered them across his nipples. Aoshi shuddered. Misao was pleased with this reaction, and bent down to lap hesitantly at it. Aoshi gasped. She grinned against his skin. She pulled back, and blew on it. The nub pebbled until it was a tiny point. She did the same thing to its twin. She began to wonder how much of an effect this was having…if the bulge pressed against her thigh was any indication, she thought she was doing all right.

She pulled back and stared at the last article of clothing separating her from a very naked Aoshi: his shorts. She ran her hand underneath the elastic waste, and felt the jump of his muscles. Still, she hesitated. Aoshi gently reached out and stroked her cheek. “It's ok,” he murmured. “I know,” she whispered back.

She pulled down on the shorts, and Aoshi lifted his hip to help her. Soon, Aoshi was naked, in all his glory. Misao could only stare. He was…big! How was that supposed to fit inside…She hesitantly traced her fingers down his erection and back up again. She smiled slightly at the gasp and groan this brought from Aoshi. Before she could do any more, Aoshi reached down and grabbed her hand. How could she do that?! Aoshi could only wonder at the two strokes that had brought him so close to the edge. He wanted her..NOW!

However, he refused to hurt her. He flipped Misao over so that he was half kneeling over her. He ran his hands down her stomach and down her thighs and back up to rest on her hips. She was already trembling. Aoshi smiled, and leaned over for a kiss. “I am naked, but you still have clothes on,” he informed her. Misao giggled, and pushed him away so that she could reach down and remove her shorts/underwear. As soon as they were off, Aoshi pushed her back onto the mattress and began to kiss her like there would never be a tomorrow. He could feel the heat radiating form her mound onto his hip, and he kissed her more ferociously. Misao let him have total control. Where had this man learned to kiss like this? His tongue alone was enough to make her go crazy with need.

Aoshi slowly pulled away, running his hands appreciatively down her muscled thigh and up until his hands spanned her waist. She shuddered. Aoshi leaned down again, this kiss being long and lazy. At the same moment his tongue entered her mouth, he slid a finger down her womanly folds, brushing across her clit until it rested right outside her entrance. He swallowed the gasp this brought from her. He slowly pulled back from the kiss to stare down into her soft eyes. “Are you sure?” he whispered, hanging on to his control by threads. Having lost her ability to form comprehensive thoughts long ago, all Misao could do was nod.

Aoshi reached down to suckle at her breast while he slid his finger into her sheath, already wet from her excitement at their foreplay. Misao gasped and stiffened. “Shhh…” Aoshi soothed. Slowly she relaxed. It was uncomfortable and weird, but she knew Aoshi wouldn't hurt her. He experimentally slid his finger up and down a few times before adding another finger. Misao was gasping and groaning above him, but Aoshi was totally involved in making sure that their joining was going to be as painless as possible. When he added a third finger, all Misao could do was writhe around above him.

Convinced that she was as ready as she could ever be, he moved so that his erection was pressing at her entrance. Misao whimpered at the loss of his fingers, but gasped at the feeling of something much bigger. Aoshi reached down and took both of her hands, intertwining their fingers and putting them above her head. He slowly pushed in. Misao gasped. He was so big! Deeper and deeper he slid, until he felt the barrier that marked her virginity. “This is going to hurt a little,” he warned. Misao simply wrapped her legs around him and nodded. With that, Aoshi pushed past her barrier and deep into her folds.

Misao cried out. It felt like she was on fire, that she had lost something important…but that feeling was soon being replaced by a feeling of total fulfillment. Aoshi shifted, and she whimpered. Aoshi let go of one hand to bring it to stroke her hair and wait for her consent. All he wanted to do was plunge the rest of the way in, but Misao was still getting used to the feeling, and she came first…although it was driving him crazy! It only took a couple more seconds before Misao had grown accustomed to her impalement and was seeking more. Knowing that Aoshi could go deeper, she tried to use her legs to pull him deeper, and soon he was buried to the hilt. The pain had faded away, and all that was left was the incredible feeling of being joined with the person she loved. When he thought she was used to the feeling, Aoshi pulled almost all the way out, then slowly pushed back in. How could anyone be this hot and tight? he wondered. He repeated the reaction, and Misao mewled. Slowly, he started to pick up pace. Soon, he was pounding into her, and Misao was pushing back, wanting more of Aoshi.

His strokes were long and deep, and when he changed the angle of his thrusts, Misao screamed and saw stars. Aoshi would have grinned if he had had enough control. Her sheath was slick, and the incredible muscles were clenching him with his every thrust. He wouldn't last much longer…but neither could Misao. With each stroke, it felt like he was pushing her hard and fast towards a cliff that she desperately wanted to fall over. Aoshi was hitting that spot now with every stroke, and soon Misao couldn't hold on any longer. With a scream, she jumped off that cliff, climaxing so hard she felt like she was spiraling away on the mass of emotions that flooded her body.

When Misao climaxed, she tightened incredibly hard on Aoshi's manhood. With a grunt and a groan, Aoshi came deep inside of Misao. Over and over he pulsed, and Misao marveled at the feeling. Sated, he rolled to the side and pulled Misao close. Their heavy breathing was the only sound throughout the cabin. Misao couldn't have felt more content. She was finally not a virgin, and she had done it with the man of her dreams. Aoshi was having similar thoughts. He couldn't wait to ask Misao to marry him…and he knew their lovemaking would only get better. Curled up together, they went to sleep.

“Aoshi!”

“Misao!”

“Where are you?”

These were the shouts that woke the new couple up the next morning. Misao smiled. She felt guilty about getting lost and worrying her friends….but boy was she glad that she was so bad at directions!

She rolled away from a still sleeping Aoshi and put her shorts, bandages, and shirt on. Covering the naked Aoshi with the blanket, she scooted to the door to yell to her friends. Maybe the next time they made love, they would actually be in a real bed…

 

 

 

 

Two Months Later

 

Misao couldn't help another glance down at the rock on her finger. She still couldn't quite believe that she was really going to marry her Aoshi. But he had proposed last week, and there was NO WAY she was going to say no, so…

Kaoru looked over to catch her admiring it again. She had helped to pick it out, and she had to admit that the pink stones set off the diamond beautifully. Kaoru smiled. Kenshin, Yahiko, Sano, and herself had spent hours searching for them that morning. She had heard about how bad the fight was, and had been anxious when they hadn't returned home that night. First thing in the morning, she had dragged Kenshin and Yahiko and Sano out with her to look. Not that they weren't worried…but 5 am was early for anyone! She needn't have worried. Misao had taken care of Aoshi beautifully. Megumi had taught her well. She didn't know exactly what else had happened up in that shack, but she had a guess…and she couldn't have been happier for them She had known that it would have only been a matter of time…

Misao sighed contently. She was finally going to be a bride, and then a wife…and then a mom! But she decided to keep that to herself for a little while longer…