Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Venomous Revelations ❯ That Night ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Serenitychan13 
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.10.2004 | Updated On: 01.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 756 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.10.2004 | Updated On: 01.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 756 | Status: Completed
Venomous Revelations
A Romantic Drama by: Serenity-chan
POV = * *
Thoughts = ' '
Speaking = " " (Did I really need to say that?)
That Night
"Aoshi?" asked Misao as she tried to get ready for bed. "What happened to me? How did I get sick in the first place?"
"Don't worry about it," he responded, catching the end of her braid and gently working it loose. "You just rest. Do you need anything?"
"Miso soup!" chirped Misao, smiling. "Don't you remember? That was the only thing you could ever cook without burning!"
'Misao would remember that, wouldn't she?' thought Aoshi.
He smiled a little.
"I have a feeling Hyottoko would have eaten it even if it was burnt black," he said dryly.
Misao laughed and let herself fall back on her futon. Aoshi kissed her forehead and got up to get Misao some soup. What she had said brought back so many bittersweet memories, just in that one name. The sad thing was, she was right. Unless he was making miso soup, he couldn't even boil water without burning something. At least he was able to make one thing, which was more than the Kamiya girl could say. @ [ ] @
"Here," Aoshi said softly, setting a steaming bowl of miso soup in front of Misao.
Misao smiled and tentatively dipped one fingertip into the bowl. It was hot and she gave a small, pained squeak as she jerked her finger back. Before she could suck on it to relieve the burning, Aoshi caught her hand. He let his icy blue eyes fall half-closed and gently flicked his tongue over her fingertip. When the steam stopped a little bit, he dipped her finger in the bowl again and brought it once more to his lips. He drew her fingertip into his mouth, suckling contentedly and letting his eyes shut completely. Misao gently pulled her finger free and caught Aoshi's larger hand in hers.
"Mine," she said pseudo-petulantly.
She dipped Aoshi's finger in her bowl and held his hand with both of hers as she brought it to her lips. The pad of his callused finger felt uniquely pleasant against her tongue and she continued to suckle long after the taste of miso was gone from his skin. At the continuing sensation of Misao's little tongue fluttering over his fingertip, Aoshi groaned and tried to free his finger. He was a man after all and couldn't help wanting her lips and tongue focused on another part of him.
(AN: My friend told me to put that. >_<)
"Misao..." he groaned hoarsely. "Not tonight..."
Misao reluctantly relinquished his digit and reached for her soup bowl. Aoshi silently watched her drain it, hoping Megumi was right about those herbs being a relaxant. Misao seriously needed rest. Her wrists were still in bandages and her face was getting pale with fever as another wave of poison went to work on her systems. No sooner had the last drop of soup disappeared on Misao's lips than her bowl slipped from her hands. It fell on her futon and she collapsed.
Aoshi took her limp form in his arms, showering soft, quick kisses all over her face. He held her close to his chest, waiting for the dramatic initial effects to wear off. Misao soon started to stir just a little, her movements slow and her eyes fluttering.
"Aoshi?" she asked, sounding soft and sleepy. "Can you tell me something?"
"What is it?" inquired Aoshi, nuzzling his lips against her temple.
"What was I like as a little girl?" asked Misao, laying back in Aoshi's arms. "How did you get stuck with a crazy little weasel?"
"Weasel?" Aoshi repeated incredulously.
"Don't ask..." growled Misao, pouting as she remembered that jackass cop calling her a twerp and saying she looked like a weasel.
"Weasel..." mused Aoshi, his eyes sparkling. "It fits you."
Misao bristled, but before she could explode, Aoshi had captured her lips with his.
"*My* weasel," he purred, emphasizing that she was his as he kissed the tip of her nose. "So small and cute and clever..."
He smiled and tilted his head at her, knowing he had won that just out of sheer flattery.
"Oh alright," Misao gave in. "But only you can call me that. I'm not taking any crap from Rooster Boy or Yahiko-chan anymore..."
Aoshi laughed as he pulled back the light blanket on Misao's futon and raised one eyebrow.
"May I?" he asked, to which she nodded.
Aoshi stretched out on the soft futon and settled in on his side. Misao lay down facing him, cuddling up against his warm, muscular chest and sighing contentedly. Aoshi wrapped both arms around her and held her close. He kissed her forehead and snuggled as close as he could get to her warm little body.
"I'll tell you tomorrow," he said quietly, his voice deep and husky - letting her know just how tired he really was. "Right now, just let me hold you..."
Misao smiled a little and nodded, nuzzling into his neck and pressing kisses to his skin.
"Aoshi?" asked Misao.
"Hm?" he grunted sleepily.
"I love you," whispered Misao, tilting her head up and inviting Aoshi to kiss her.
Aoshi made a soft, sleepy noise and gave Misao the tender kiss she desired.
"I love you, Misao," he replied, trailing gentle kisses over her eyelids. "And I apologize for taking so long to tell you."
He nibbled her lip and looked deep into her jade-green eyes.
"And now..." he continued, trailing kisses down her throat. "All I want to do is show you..."
Misao froze, pushing away from him a little. Her eyes widened in fear. Aoshi leaned closer and laid a soft, chaste kiss on her lips. When he pulled back, he smiled gently and tilted his head at her, assuring her that he meant no harm.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "I'll just hold you tonight."
He wrapped his arms around her and gently turned her on her other side.
"But do you think I could steal a kiss or two in the dark?" he asked in his deep voice, kissing her cheek.
"Mmm..." hummed Misao, snuggling back into his warmth.
"Maybe a little nibble on your ear?" growled Aoshi, nipping the outer shell of her ear with his teeth.
"Oh!" squeaked Misao when Aoshi bit down a little harder.
"Or on your throat?" he continued, nibbling his way down the side of her throat. "Just let me feel you..."
Misao shuddered in Aoshi's arms, fear cutting her heart again.
"I won't do anything you aren't ready for," Aoshi promised.
"Well... there is one thing I'd like you to do..." mumbled Misao, blushing.
"What is it, pretty one?" asked Aoshi, unable to stifle a yawn.
"Kiss my shoulders, please," whispered Misao, her face practically glowing pink in the darkened room. "The other night I dreamed about going to sleep in your arms... You kissed my shoulders until I fell asleep..."
When no verbal response came to her ears, Misao figured that Aoshi had drawn things out too long and had fallen asleep. She snuggled up with her back against his chest. Then Aoshi's large hand slid across her shoulder, stroking her smooth skin. He eased her up closer to him and bowed his head to caress her right shoulder with his lips. As he brushed his mouth over her skin, he ran his hands palm-down over her stomach. Misao gasped and the muscles in her stomach tightened.
"Hmm..." Aoshi murmured against Misao's skin. "Seems someone likes their belly played with..."
*He fluttered his fingers over her stomach, eliciting a soft moan from her. Gently, he laid her down on her back and slipped under the blankets. Misao writhed as Aoshi's warm, wet lips and tongue teased the skin of her belly. A quiet "ah!" escaped her lips as he began to nibble on the sensitive skin around her navel. Then he stopped.
"Why did you stop?" whined Misao, squirming in frustration.
Aoshi scooted up beside her again and continued kissing her shoulders.
"You need rest," he said softly. "*And I don't want to go too far. We'll save that for later..."
(AN: * - Again, my friend's idea. Remind me to smack her.)
He nuzzled her shoulder with his lips again and tucked his chin into the curve where neck and shoulder met.
"But---" interrupted Misao.
Aoshi squeezed her tight and pressed a kiss to her neck.
"Uh-uh," he grunted sleepily. "Just cuddle now... Good night, my love."
"Good night, Aoshi," whispered Misao, kissing her lover's forehead and closing her eyes.
*My friend told me to put this too...*
A Romantic Drama by: Serenity-chan
POV = * *
Thoughts = ' '
Speaking = " " (Did I really need to say that?)
That Night
"Aoshi?" asked Misao as she tried to get ready for bed. "What happened to me? How did I get sick in the first place?"
"Don't worry about it," he responded, catching the end of her braid and gently working it loose. "You just rest. Do you need anything?"
"Miso soup!" chirped Misao, smiling. "Don't you remember? That was the only thing you could ever cook without burning!"
'Misao would remember that, wouldn't she?' thought Aoshi.
He smiled a little.
"I have a feeling Hyottoko would have eaten it even if it was burnt black," he said dryly.
Misao laughed and let herself fall back on her futon. Aoshi kissed her forehead and got up to get Misao some soup. What she had said brought back so many bittersweet memories, just in that one name. The sad thing was, she was right. Unless he was making miso soup, he couldn't even boil water without burning something. At least he was able to make one thing, which was more than the Kamiya girl could say. @ [ ] @
"Here," Aoshi said softly, setting a steaming bowl of miso soup in front of Misao.
Misao smiled and tentatively dipped one fingertip into the bowl. It was hot and she gave a small, pained squeak as she jerked her finger back. Before she could suck on it to relieve the burning, Aoshi caught her hand. He let his icy blue eyes fall half-closed and gently flicked his tongue over her fingertip. When the steam stopped a little bit, he dipped her finger in the bowl again and brought it once more to his lips. He drew her fingertip into his mouth, suckling contentedly and letting his eyes shut completely. Misao gently pulled her finger free and caught Aoshi's larger hand in hers.
"Mine," she said pseudo-petulantly.
She dipped Aoshi's finger in her bowl and held his hand with both of hers as she brought it to her lips. The pad of his callused finger felt uniquely pleasant against her tongue and she continued to suckle long after the taste of miso was gone from his skin. At the continuing sensation of Misao's little tongue fluttering over his fingertip, Aoshi groaned and tried to free his finger. He was a man after all and couldn't help wanting her lips and tongue focused on another part of him.
(AN: My friend told me to put that. >_<)
"Misao..." he groaned hoarsely. "Not tonight..."
Misao reluctantly relinquished his digit and reached for her soup bowl. Aoshi silently watched her drain it, hoping Megumi was right about those herbs being a relaxant. Misao seriously needed rest. Her wrists were still in bandages and her face was getting pale with fever as another wave of poison went to work on her systems. No sooner had the last drop of soup disappeared on Misao's lips than her bowl slipped from her hands. It fell on her futon and she collapsed.
Aoshi took her limp form in his arms, showering soft, quick kisses all over her face. He held her close to his chest, waiting for the dramatic initial effects to wear off. Misao soon started to stir just a little, her movements slow and her eyes fluttering.
"Aoshi?" she asked, sounding soft and sleepy. "Can you tell me something?"
"What is it?" inquired Aoshi, nuzzling his lips against her temple.
"What was I like as a little girl?" asked Misao, laying back in Aoshi's arms. "How did you get stuck with a crazy little weasel?"
"Weasel?" Aoshi repeated incredulously.
"Don't ask..." growled Misao, pouting as she remembered that jackass cop calling her a twerp and saying she looked like a weasel.
"Weasel..." mused Aoshi, his eyes sparkling. "It fits you."
Misao bristled, but before she could explode, Aoshi had captured her lips with his.
"*My* weasel," he purred, emphasizing that she was his as he kissed the tip of her nose. "So small and cute and clever..."
He smiled and tilted his head at her, knowing he had won that just out of sheer flattery.
"Oh alright," Misao gave in. "But only you can call me that. I'm not taking any crap from Rooster Boy or Yahiko-chan anymore..."
Aoshi laughed as he pulled back the light blanket on Misao's futon and raised one eyebrow.
"May I?" he asked, to which she nodded.
Aoshi stretched out on the soft futon and settled in on his side. Misao lay down facing him, cuddling up against his warm, muscular chest and sighing contentedly. Aoshi wrapped both arms around her and held her close. He kissed her forehead and snuggled as close as he could get to her warm little body.
"I'll tell you tomorrow," he said quietly, his voice deep and husky - letting her know just how tired he really was. "Right now, just let me hold you..."
Misao smiled a little and nodded, nuzzling into his neck and pressing kisses to his skin.
"Aoshi?" asked Misao.
"Hm?" he grunted sleepily.
"I love you," whispered Misao, tilting her head up and inviting Aoshi to kiss her.
Aoshi made a soft, sleepy noise and gave Misao the tender kiss she desired.
"I love you, Misao," he replied, trailing gentle kisses over her eyelids. "And I apologize for taking so long to tell you."
He nibbled her lip and looked deep into her jade-green eyes.
"And now..." he continued, trailing kisses down her throat. "All I want to do is show you..."
Misao froze, pushing away from him a little. Her eyes widened in fear. Aoshi leaned closer and laid a soft, chaste kiss on her lips. When he pulled back, he smiled gently and tilted his head at her, assuring her that he meant no harm.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "I'll just hold you tonight."
He wrapped his arms around her and gently turned her on her other side.
"But do you think I could steal a kiss or two in the dark?" he asked in his deep voice, kissing her cheek.
"Mmm..." hummed Misao, snuggling back into his warmth.
"Maybe a little nibble on your ear?" growled Aoshi, nipping the outer shell of her ear with his teeth.
"Oh!" squeaked Misao when Aoshi bit down a little harder.
"Or on your throat?" he continued, nibbling his way down the side of her throat. "Just let me feel you..."
Misao shuddered in Aoshi's arms, fear cutting her heart again.
"I won't do anything you aren't ready for," Aoshi promised.
"Well... there is one thing I'd like you to do..." mumbled Misao, blushing.
"What is it, pretty one?" asked Aoshi, unable to stifle a yawn.
"Kiss my shoulders, please," whispered Misao, her face practically glowing pink in the darkened room. "The other night I dreamed about going to sleep in your arms... You kissed my shoulders until I fell asleep..."
When no verbal response came to her ears, Misao figured that Aoshi had drawn things out too long and had fallen asleep. She snuggled up with her back against his chest. Then Aoshi's large hand slid across her shoulder, stroking her smooth skin. He eased her up closer to him and bowed his head to caress her right shoulder with his lips. As he brushed his mouth over her skin, he ran his hands palm-down over her stomach. Misao gasped and the muscles in her stomach tightened.
"Hmm..." Aoshi murmured against Misao's skin. "Seems someone likes their belly played with..."
*He fluttered his fingers over her stomach, eliciting a soft moan from her. Gently, he laid her down on her back and slipped under the blankets. Misao writhed as Aoshi's warm, wet lips and tongue teased the skin of her belly. A quiet "ah!" escaped her lips as he began to nibble on the sensitive skin around her navel. Then he stopped.
"Why did you stop?" whined Misao, squirming in frustration.
Aoshi scooted up beside her again and continued kissing her shoulders.
"You need rest," he said softly. "*And I don't want to go too far. We'll save that for later..."
(AN: * - Again, my friend's idea. Remind me to smack her.)
He nuzzled her shoulder with his lips again and tucked his chin into the curve where neck and shoulder met.
"But---" interrupted Misao.
Aoshi squeezed her tight and pressed a kiss to her neck.
"Uh-uh," he grunted sleepily. "Just cuddle now... Good night, my love."
"Good night, Aoshi," whispered Misao, kissing her lover's forehead and closing her eyes.
*My friend told me to put this too...*