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Author’s Note : I will use this small bit of space to direct your attention to something
I consider very important. Not long ago, I was shifting through stories, taking
a peak at the reviews some of them had collected over the weeks when I read
something awful. I had heard of tasteless reviews but never
actually read one. Imagine my surprise when I finally discovered one of
those almost mystical messages. The words were very harsh and attacking the
author personally and no word of encouragement or even one of advice. I was
facing the real thing, a hellish Flame. The few little reprimands I relieved
from frustrated readers over my poor use of the English grammar looked like
harmless little unlit matches. I’m asking here for
your comprehensibility and judgement. Some of the fan fictions writers out
there are still teenagers. I don’t mean to say that
they are not mature, but some still lake some experience that only time gives
us. You can’t know everything when you are 15 years
old or sometimes even less. In all honesty, I started writing fanfics at 13 years old and got my first one online by 14. I had learned English watching t.v and
barely knew a thing about proper grammar, needless to say that I wrote like an
elementary student. Not just that, but by that time, even though I was
passably good in composition in my mother tongue, I didn’t know much about plot
conception and characterisation. I had only wrote
short stories and essays for French classes. My point is, if you are to leave a
review, do so that the author can learn something from you. A “your story’s
bullshit” won’t help the story get any better. Be
tactful when you write a review. There are living human being
behind those fancy or wacky pennames. Keep that in mind.

Disclaimers:
Rurouni Kenshin is property of Nobohiro Watsuki-sama. There is no money coming out of my fictions.

Warnings:
Although I tend to use more metaphorical way of describing amorous activities,
it does not change the fact that this story contains graphic (or explicit
description) of lovemaking. If you are offend by such innuendo,
do not read any further. I dislike flames and I have a rather sharp tongue.
Unless in dire need for strong retribution, I suggest you
strain from harsh comments.

Whispers

by Evil Karyta

“To all the fights I've conquered and behold

The times have changed and I will now move over
slowly...”

Lostprophets, Start Something, Sway

A light breeze breathed by, lifting in the
gentle blue glow of the moonlit night a few stray cherry blossom petals at its
tail. The air, deeply tinted with the sweet fragrance of the soft pink flowers,
was enough to sooth pain of memory from the weary minds. The mild warmth of the
night spoke of a summer soon to come, but still there was a chill to the night air,
contrasting to the warmth of day. Above, the dark velvet of the heavens shown
softly with the weak glow of the stars, their shine diminished by a thin yet
present sheet of powdery clouds.

Though, as a short man, soft long red hair
flowing freely around his shoulders, set a bare foot on the damp grass, the
horizon had already started to darken, the stars beginning to hush away one by
one as huge dark clouds loomed over the far edge of Tokyo. A frown crossed the man’s gentle
features as his soft blue-near-violet eyes scrutinized the threatening beasts
riding the high winds and gliding at an even pace toward the dojo.

A string of light, brighter than any lantern
could shine, flickered under the clouds, turning their imposing coloring into
softer shades of bluish grey, but keeping their menacing complexion, if not
turning even sinister looking. A low rumbling reached the man’s ears a dozen
seconds later; the storm was introducing itself. He let out a small sigh, his
gaze sliding down to stare at the grass at his feet, thoughts drifting as the
breeze picked a stronger blow.

The blades of dark green swayed, swiped by
the wind, a slight difference to the now usual scenery. For weeks now, the red
head had been spending his every nights keeping watch here, at this exact
place, watching as the sky slowly shifted from the deep shadows to the soft
glow of dawn before he would return to his room and sleep away the few
remaining hours to day. All his waking night were spent sitting on the wooden floor
of the veranda circling the house, right under this window, Kamiya Kaoru’s
bedroom window to be more precise.

Since he recovered from the battle for his
solution and for his absolution, Himura Kenshin had turned it into a routine to
keep silent and vigilant guard under the same window every night. For his
physical wounds might have healed, but the ones wrenching his heart had not,
and gruesome memories turned into shadows that hunted his dreams. He could
still smell the sent of her blood spilled over the wall as the lifeless doll, a
devious contraption of his late wife’s brother, laid in a heap, heart pierced
by a sword pinning her to it like a vulgar piece of paper. His heart still
ached from the horrid pain of seeing the one he held the dearest, light faded
from her beautiful eyes, staring in nothingness after death had claimed her
soul. The simple memory of it was enough to make his eyes sting with barely restrained
tears.

It was all his fault, and he would have
deserved such pain for the suffering he had caused for what he had thought to
be the greater good. But the price was too much, if
the life of Kaoru was what it took for him to find forgiveness for his sins, he
would willingly forsake his soul to eternal damnation. She was worth any
sacrifice.

A low rumble called Kenshin back from his
sorrowful thoughts. He turned his back to the courtyard, climbed back on the
veranda and sat under the window. The strengthening wind blew at his silken
locks, the tips of the shorter ones tickling his face and the retired swordsman
turned his melancholic amethyst back to the looming threat in the sky. Bright
blue strings of lights would burst from the thick clouds at random, as they
stretched over the city. The darkness was slowly reaching for the dojo.

Pushing stray hair away from his face, he
counted the seconds between lightning and thunder, trying to estimate the
distance separating the dojo from the storm. He leaned his head back to the
wall behind him, careful as to not make any sounds as his skull gently hit the
hardness at his back. He shifted his hold on his sheathed reversed blade, the
hilt resting right next to his ear.

The routine had started. After settling
himself as cosy as possible, regardless of the temperature, Kenshin would
stretch his senses enough to hear Kaoru’s soft
breathing. The sound of the soft, rhythmic intakes and outtakes, the mumbled
expressions as she was lot in a dream, the barely audible sighs and the sound
of her weight on the wood as she would turn and toss on her pallet; it was all
so very appeasing. He knew he could rest without a fear when he kept watch like
this, in the moonlight or soft rain, right under her bedroom window.

However, something was different tonight.
When the settled wanderer rested his upper body against the hard wood of the
outside walls of the house and the whispers of her breathing drifted through
the material, he sensed the change immediately. Her breathing was shallow,
short and raspy, almost as if each intake was in fact a sob. A sharp feeling of
dread gripped his heart and he turned his body so he could press his ear to the
wood, hands on each side of his head. Clear summer pale summer blue iris
shifted to winter aurora as they turned from left to right, concentrating only
in hearing what was about inside the sleeping room of the raven-haired kendo
master.

He could feel her presence in the room. She
was, from his estimation, lying on her bed a few dozen meters away from the
window where she always laid her futon. The once shadow assassin sighed when he
could not pick any other presence within the four walls beside the lovely
woman. Fear, although, returned to him when she took three very quick breath
followed by a rustle of sheets and a slight cracking of the floor. What was
wrong with her, was it a nightmare, was she ill or worse? Kenshin blinked, he
had not sense any hostile presence inside, but there was the possibility that
maybe someone was in there.

The red haired did not like that perspective.
If someone were actually in there, it would have to be a very well
disciplined warrior, focussed well enough so no one would notice. Would it be
such a case, Kaoru was indeed in grave danger. A distant voice screamed for an
alternate possibilities, scratching at the far corners of his imagination, some
of which he barely dared to think about, and most of them believable scenario.

The rurouni frowned, pressing his ear more
firmly to the wall, fingers spreading trying to grip at the only barrier
between him and the young woman. There was an odd sound that he only could
interpret as that of a foot sliding over the sheets as if someone was trying to
push their body further up the beddings. She seethed in sharp breaths and
released them with a whisper of a cry for each. Kenshin’s expression deepened,
not quite able to grasp what would cause Kaoru to push herself up her bed.

He stole a glance up to the rim of the
window, his mind already arguing over reasons to peek inside. Finally, when his
black haired host gave a jagged gasp, he jolted up and let his eyes, now
darkened to a worried violet, wonder around the room through the glass. The
room was gently bathed in shadow and he could only see
the outline of the light furniture and simply decorated bedroom. His gaze
scanned from the left corner where the bamboo chest in which she kept her
training clothes rested to the right one where a growing pile of dirty white
linen rested, seemingly forgotten. Kenshin blushed realising that those were
probably her under-clothing.

Everything seemed to be as usual, not a trace
of intrusion or struggling, each object neatly drawn up where it belonged, no
dust, not even stray everyday accessories beside the pile by the far right
corner. The red returned to his cheeks as when his eyes returned to that
particular spot and memories flooded his mind. Kaoru had never accepted for him
to wash such intimate clothes and frankly, he was too embarrassed, too much to
think of some form of any kind of protest replies. Shaking his head as if
discarding the thought, he turned his attention back to his careful observation
and turned his eyes to the semi-darkness that covered the floor like a shear,
see-through grey cloth.

The red head saw movement where he had
predicted the young woman’s pallet would have been, but warped as it was in the
enveloping nocturne light, he could not make out much more than a dark
silhouette. A sudden bluish light swathed the room and bared before him the
reason behind the erratic breathing. Kaoru’s curving body shown in soft
electric blue light for barely a second, but it was enough, just enough for him
to see what was ‘needed’ to be seen.

His fingers, which had been gripping the
ledge of the window as a leverage for his head to not go too far up and be
detected, slid down the time soften wood and his hand fell limp at his sides.
Mouth slightly agape, eyes round and wide, still staring at the human-shaped
mass of shadow, now a once again safely hidden Kaoru, shielded in the intimacy
that offered darkness. If the under-clothes of the lovely kendoka had coloured
his cheeks for a moment, what he saw was enough to make him blush so furiously
that the tint of his heated face would have rival that of his bright mane and
he feared that it would not fade from there any time soon.

There he had saw his precious, innocent
Kaoru, covers roughly pushed aside, a corner still hanging from her bent left
leg, the right one spread wide, toes curling, the binding of her night attire
loosen, her white yakuta parted revealing glowing soft flesh. The water drained
from his mouth, his lips drying at a fast pace and he blushed even more
profusely when his mind pushed the image once again in front of him as thunder
resounded around him. Her hand… Her lovely,
swordsmanship craved hands had been touching herself there… and there
was nothing he could do to push the ghost of the image away from his
consciousness, or even sub-consciousness for the matter.

Nature did not intend to let it go either as
the furious clouds lashed out with yet another lightning bolt, illuminating the
glorious image of Kaoru. Lids covered her brilliant sapphires, her mouth
forming a perfect little ‘o’ as she added more pressure from her moving
fingers, her cheeks taking a lovely flushed pink as she arched her back to get better
access. Her lips formed silent words as the raven-haired beauty shoved her head
to the right, her face now completely turned in his direction. Should her eyes
flutter open, Kaoru was bound to see him. Still, he was frozen in place, his
body unresponsive to his brain’s panicked command to
turn and face the other way.

Rain had started to pour, he noticed moments
after another lightning struck the heavens and tortured him further more by
showing him the forbidden moment he had stumbled upon for a third time. All
reason drained from him, his senses centered on her, watching as her form moved
in the darkness, and drinking in the sight of her bathed in the flashing light
of the storm. Her whimpers where hushed by the booming of thunder, but the
whispers of words were still audible between the pitter-patter of the large raindrops
wetting the roof and the ex-samurai as well.

He could see, as the storm raged and provided
momentum light, Kaoru’s movement becoming more frenetic which each passing
second, her hands working her up to that little private heaven of gratification
where he now longed to join her in. She had no idea, no idea at all, of the
effects she had on Kenshin. He felt his body trembling lightly as want surged
through his veins and drugged his mind. It was now
definitive; he could no longer look away, completely spell bounded by her
innocently erotic actions. It made it even more entrancing having the knowledge
that he had just peeked into something infinitely private, something he was not
supposed to witness, ever. Still, there he was, lavender eyes grazing softly
the flushed body of the pleasure warped young woman.

“Kami-sama…”
he whispered, his own voice husky and his breath hot.

It seemed to tear him out of his silent
fascination and he gradually turned his back to the window and slid down the
wall, very, very slowly. His shoulder hit the hilt of the sakabatto and as if
time had suddenly ticked off and slowed, it slid down to the left and fell down,
bouncing a few times before it rolled a bit to the left after hitting the
floor. The blush would not leave his cheeks and his emotions were in turmoil.
He could barely control the tremor of his hands when he lifted them to press
his palms to his face in a weak attempt to hurl the vision away. No matter what
the red head did the memory of her exposed body was still fresh upon the screen
of his mind, the sound of her breathing and soft moaning persisted inside the
room fuelled his imagination, alternating reality and creating a vicious ach at
his loin.

“… hin …”

The wanderer blinked, hands leaving his face
when he lifted his head and tilt it slightly to the left. Was his mind playing
tricks on him? Just now, that soft sensuous whisper had sounded just like… but
no, it could not be, it simply could not. The rush of hormone that his little
voyeurism had triggered must have been altering his sense of hearing. Never the
less, Kenshin turn his whole attention to the gentle sounds coming out of the room,
barely audible over the rumble of thunder and the whining wind.

“…enshih… nuh…”

There, there it was, once again. Her
intelligible mumbling was starting to whisper a clear word. Kenshin straightened
his back against the wall, chin lift and eyes staring at the roof above. No,
there was no way he would allow himself to begin to think that Kaoru could
possibly… Closing his eyes, he let out a breath he did not know he had been
holding. The torturous events of a man’s ‘earthly vengeance’ had
permitted him to find an answer to his guilt, but left deep raw wounds at his
battered heart. Although he felt that Tomoe had forgiven him, there had been so
many bloodshed and he still felt tinted by every drop his sword had drawn those
days long ago…

Nothing had really changed much since they
had returned from the island. In a way, it seemed as if all remained the same.
Although Kenshin’s conviction that this place, this dojo that prone a sword at
the service of life instead of death, was his home, that one place where he
felt he truly belonged. However, he could not simply shrug off the weight of so
many sins. Even though his feelings, body and soul starved to give into the
innocent girl’s lovely affection, Kenshin knew he could not possibly give in.

Oh, the
red head had been fully aware of the girl’s emotion for farm much longer than
any of his friends would think. His own affection for the sweet woman warming
his heart since the early times when it had been only him and her and now that
he had somewhat ‘atoned’ as she had put it a few days ago, most though
he would soon confess his soul to her. Nothing was so easy; he had come to
understand that fact at a very young age. His deeds, they had been all too
much, even if they were done in that name of greater
goods and whatnot had left him dirtied. Indirectly, probably because of too
much time spent lone, the sky as his roof, the word ‘unworthy’ and ‘stained’
were deeply engraved within him, keeping him politely distant from the young
woman.

“… uhn… keh…
ihnh…”

The tormented man closed his eyes, head bowing
and hands fisting tightly in a desperate need for something to keep his body
firmly rooted to his post. Shutting away her distant, breathless plea was all
he could do. Not thinking about it was the best solution. Focus on the low
rumble of thunder, the swaying of the trees surrounding the Kamiya household,
the rustle of the leaves at the branches roughly shoved from side to side and
the melodious chant of rain pouring down.

Kaoru’s soft moans and whimpers took a more
urgent tone and the knocking of her heels, hips and elbows on the floor. Each
gracious gasps and sighs were harder to ignore than the previous one, taunting
him, filling his rebellious mind with new, and very detailed, pictures of what the
young woman was doing at that moment. Kenshin could feel the painful
punctuation of his fingernails as they dug into the flesh of his palms, hoping
the pain would kill the growing discomfort in his hakama.

“… enshi.. hin…”

He felt as if the divinities were
mocking him. How much longer would it take her to reach a climax at last? His
restrains were at the brink of shattering with the delicious sound of her sweet
sobbing. Kaoru heaved a particularly sharp breath, and he could imagine her
shifting so her fingers would reach deeper as the whispers of her movement
drifted to his ears. Beads of sweat pearled at his forehead, mixing with the
raindrops, his blush threatening to faint him, and frankly at this point,
Kenshin would welcome the loose of consciousness.

“… gods…” was his rasped whisper when the heaves were torn once
again by a row of blinding light.

One moment, the violent flare lit the sitting
samurai and the second everything was envelop in darkness once again. Thunder
crashed, the storm now nearly above the city and with the last of roar quieted,
Kaoru’s lips managed to, finally, utter in a shaking breath the name she had
been struggling to articulate. Shortly after, a second bolt of light lit the
courtyard and the red head had vanished, the only token of his earlier
presence, his forgotten weapon, bathed in the tears of the clouds.

With the stealth of the shadow assassin he
had once been, Kenshin had moved from his guarding post as swiftly as the wind
blowing savagely across the lawn and was now standing in Kaoru’s doorframe, one
hand gripping the sliding panel, the only thing keeping him from walking in.
Deep, sparkling amethyst stared into the darkness finding, more out of memory
than actual sight, the prone form of Kaoru.

It seemed that her efforts were just about to
be pay for, her back arching graciously from the pallet. The shoji was slid
shut with a soft tap that none of them seemed to notice and Kenshin took a step
toward the writhing black-haired woman. Lightning illuminated her delicate
frame once more and, from the close, the sight of her astounded him. Her silken
strands had come loose from the gentle pull of her night braid and spread
gracefully around her flushed head and upper body. A few stray locks stretch
across her chest, slightly damp and glowing with a thin layer of glistering
sweat. His breath caught. Such beauty, such wild grace, such tempting luxury,
and it was his name that her mouth kept trying to shout, only to be distort by
her short breaths.

Silently, as if the man’s feet never actually
touched the tatami, Kenshin knelt down by her bed, entranced by the mere
presence of her. She had yet to be aware of his presence and the sweet nothing
of her pleasure-warped whispers seemed to be so much more melodic now that he
was next to her. It echoed and reverberated on the walls, filling his sense of
hearing so well that the raging storm faded to a distant murmur.

He lift a trembling hand to her face, fingers
a breath away from her hot skin, itching to touch and feel as he quietly
observed her expression, the hue of red still tinting his cheeks. Kaoru was
barely starting to register his presence, still too caught up in her pleasure.
She was panting, her eyes tightly shut, her lovely face red-hot and brow
dampened. His eyes grazed the curve of her neck following the deep arch in of
her torso, the slump of her young breast, the smooth curl of her taunt stomach
to her generous legs and to her firmly planted heels, which pushed her into a
gracious bow. The last string of his resolve shattered when his name once more
delicately touched her lips and Kenshin bent down, fingers gliding ever so
gently over the contours of her jaw.

“Forgive
me…” he murmured into her ear before planting a light
kiss on her lob.

His digits slid down the curve of her neck
and further downward as his lips traced down a line from her cute ears too
nibble at the junction of her chin to her neck. She was vaguely aware of his
touch and her lids lifted to reveal dark pools of nightshade blues. Lifting his
head, Kenshin held her confused stare. After a moment, his mouth returned to
tease the knot of particularly sensitive nerves at her neck before he slid
lower down her throat to kiss and nip her collarbone.

Kaoru gasped when his fingers reached the
swell of her right breast, the fold of her yakuta barely covering the tip of
it. His touch was delicate, unsurprisingly as his gentle nature had suggested
it long before he would actually touch her. The red head’s hand fanned over the
soft mound of flesh, palm applying gentle pressure to the middle of her chest,
the smallest finger sliding under the fold to brush over the erected nipple,
sending a shiver of delight through her body.

His hands were cold; his clothing wet from
the downpour tumbling on Tokyo, hair louse but clung to his lean
body. Kaoru kept here eyes open, vaguely seeing the roof above her, lost in
confused delight, mind barely registering the events taking part around her.
The movement of her hands ceased and her body slowly drifted back down on the
futon. Meanwhile, the rurouni had gently pushed aside the cloth that failed to
cover her entire chest, his hot, silken lips gliding down across her flesh to
depose an affectionate kiss at the pike of her breast. Left hand languorously
taking loving care of the unattended twin, the fingers of his right one brushed
down her skin to join Kaoru’s now still hands.

“…
Kenshin…?” she breathed out, the single question voiced out her complete
confusion.

“Shhh…” he whispered. “There are many things this unworthy one
can ignore.” He said, his lips grazing her flesh with every word, his breath
warm on her skin. “Such as his own desires…” He added with a brief suckling of
her nipple and she felt his lips curved on her at the sound her small gasp.
“But there is one thing this Unworthy One could never ignore.”

Kaoru closed her eyes as Kenshin brushed away
her hands and his fingers replaced them. The tips of them started to move over
the tingling her early actions had created. A sigh escaped her parted lips and
the raven-haired lifted her lips once more, pressing herself
to his hand.

“He would
never ignore the soft voice of his loved one when she calls him,
that he would not.”

Kaoru’s whole body curved upward, granting
him more access, eyes wide open, mouth agape in a silent cry. Her senses were
already heightening with every brush of his soft lips, every stroke of his
talented fingers, but his declaration was what sent her body off the edge.
Kenshin smiled lovingly, watching her as she reached her release, giving in to
those powerful sensations with such innocent grace, he felt his breath had been
stole away.

His mouth had left her chest, his right hand
brought up to stroke the silken strands that formed a dark aureole around her
pretty head, thumb idly caressing her forehead. Shining
amethyst eyes staring into tinkling sapphire that stared into nothingness,
unfocussed and blind to all that was part of the known universe for a wonderful
moment. She freed a breath she did not know her lungs had been holding
in, blinking her eyes feeling the pleasurable residuals of her blinding
rapture. So this, this was what it was like to know the loving touch of
Kenshin.

Kaoru open and close her nocturne sky orbs,
once then twice. Kenshin… Kenshin was here! She turned
her head to stare at the smiling man. The swordsman was leaning on his forearm
and she could feel the tender hand sliding through her dark hair, his purple
gaze gently probing hers. She reached out a hand to touch his face hesitantly,
her warm fingertips grazing the reddened skin of his cheeks. He closed his eyes
and leaned into her touch, turning lightly to the left to press a kiss to her
palm. His expression was that of a peaceful man watching with her with ease and
joy to his heart. The light blush over his cheekbone bestowed him a charming
boyish look.

“Kenshin…”
she uttered in amazed surprise. “Kenshin.” She
repeated realising that it was he and not some cruel fantasy. “Kenshin!”

She warped her arms around his neck, pulling
him to her in a fierce hug. Taken by surprise, the once wanderer stumbled down,
eyes wide as sake cups, a startled sound escaping his mouth. His wet clothing
was press to her heated body, cooling her flesh but giving her confirmation of
his presence by her side. He smiled, warping his arms around her and returning
the lovely gesture, burring his face in her hair and
inhaling deeply her natural fragrance.

“Yes
Kaoru…” he whispered, kissing her temple, gently pulling out of her arms and
moving his legs so he was straddling her. “I came when you called.” His smile
was warm and his hands held her head affectionately.

“You… heard
me?” Her face grew very hot at the simple thought of it.

He nodded.
“I was sitting under your window.”

She
frowned. “What were you doing there?” There was a slight taste of indignation
in Kaoru’s voice.

“Oro!?” The red head blinked. “This
unworthy one was merely standing guard on you, that he
was.”

Kaoru eyed
him suspiciously and then her gaze softened. “There no need for that Kenshin.
No one is ever going to get to me again; I would never allow it to happen.”

Her eyes watered as she remembered the not so
distant events of crazed brother trying to avenge his deceased sister. She
could not help but feel pity for the white haired young man, even with the
knowledge of his evil treachery; thanks to her mystic
boken merciless pounding of Sanosuke’s thick skull. Kaoru’s finger slid across
the retired assassin’s brow, a loving smile spreading over her rosy lips.

“I don’t
ever want to be a bittersweet memory such as Tomoe had become to you. I could
never find rest if something like that should happen.”

So many emotions flashed over his soft gaze,
his expression shifting from melancholic reverie to a gently loving one once
again after shifting through a dozen undesirable ones. Kenshin’s smile though,
held a tinge of sadness when he bent down to rest his forehead on her
shoulders, his arms once again gripping her body in a loving embrace.

“Kaoru.” he
murmured, his mouth caressing the crook of her neck. “Sweet,
innocent Kaoru.” His grip tightened, needing to feel her warmth cradled
to his chest. “… undeserving… unworthy of you.” He mumbled, emotion tightening
his throat, words hard to pronounce.

“Never
Kenshin…” she gripped his head so she could stare at his face. “You hear me.
Never would you not be worthy of what I have to offer.” Her gaze was firm with
resolve. “You gave the world so much, and even though you had to…” her voice
trailed and she chose to live a part of her sentence unfinished. “You did what
your heart told you had to be done,” saying this Kaoru pressed her hands over
the rhythmic beat on his chest. “Don’t you dare let it get between us once more!”

Kenshin blinked, staring avidly into her
sparkling jewels, seeing the truth, the conviction that had strongly resounded
in her passionate words. With a second of hesitation, he gently, cautiously
traced his lips over hers. The touch was concise and their gaze locked for a
second before he crushed his mouth over hers, all reason for his feelings to be
bared before her gone like the storm that once seethed above the dojo not so
long ago.

He nipped at her lower lip, a silent plea for
acceptance, and she parted, allowing the gently demanded access. Kaoru sighed,
shifting lightly, bending her knees and reaffirming her hold on around his
shoulders. Acceptance at last, was Kenshin’s fevered thought as the taste of
her filled his mouth. His hands return to life and slid over her barely clothed
frame, callous fingers caught in the fabric sporadically.

With heart-warming gentleness, his palms
pressed at her side, fingertips snaking over her stomach in a blind search for
the knot of the yakuta’s sash. When he found it, his lips sensuously trailed a
line of butterfly kisses down from her face to her throat and further down to
her breast. This time, however, she was not only responsive, but actively
answering each of his feather light touches with just, her hands buried in his
wet, crimson mane, pulling his face to her and uttering wonderful squeaks of
delight.

Working fast, the rurouni got rid of the
sash, pulling her into a sitting position, his mouth never once stopping their
exquisite re-exploring of her mounds. Then he stirred away, taking in for the
second time the adorable vision of her. Kenshin stroked her cheek with his
thumb, smiling at her face before he kissed her once more, his hand sliding to
her shoulders, following her smooth contours. Again, his mouth trekked down to
the crook of her neck, a trail of delight in his wake.

Sliding his fingers under the thin cloth that
covered he shoulders, he slowly pulled the fabric down, discovering more flesh
to love and touch as he did so. Kaoru, far from giving him the privilege of
being the only one allowed pleasuring the other, letting her hand roam his
torso, discovering at leisure those magic little knots of nerves that sent
shivers of bliss through him.

“Humh… this…” she exhaled, lost in pleasant reveries created
by both of their actions.

“Hum?” he
inquire, mouth too preoccupied to create intelligible words.

He never got a clear answer, a soft moan was
all she would utter as she was now pilling his drenched gi off his shoulders
and gently massaging the cool, smooth flesh that was once
hidden. She bent her neck, her teeth nipping the top of his lob, making
him grunt, his lazy suckling of her left nipple growing more fervent. Kenshin’s
left hand gripped her hip, the fingers of his right one delicately caressing
the soft skin at on underside of her breast, mouth moving to nip at the side,
leaving a redden mar on her pliant flesh.

She uttered a strangled cry, surprised by the
pleasure he was giving her and she felt the red head chortle, conveying a
tender smile to her face. Kaoru lashed languorous attention at his left hear,
her hands wondering freely over his bare back, circling around his waist and
taking hold of the piece of white linen that kept his hakama in place.
Whispering wonderful wordless expression of love and enjoyment into his ear,
the midnight haired young woman pulled at the knot and, with a slow arch of her arm,
discarded the binding item. The wanderer blinked at the feel of his loosen
clothe and looked up to gape in silent awe at her adorably mischievous grin.

Seizing her face in a gentle grip, he dusted
breezy kisses all over it, pushing the lovely woman back to the futon. She
giggled, his lips tickling and the retired samurai smiled. Her every reaction a
constant amazement to him, each of her expression, even the one she showed him
before, seemed to be new to him, tinted with joy and elation. He pulled back,
his hands turning to his clothing, loving purple iris watching her in silent
adoration as he discarded his soaked gi and hakama. Returning to her, Kenshin
kissed her stomach up to her lips, grazing his bare skin over hers, a shiver of
pleasure sending both of them trembling.

He cupped her thighs, parting them and
nestled between her legs, pouring tender attention on her throat. Kaoru blushed
feeling a warm hardness poke at her heated flesh. Her hand quested down
languidly down his chest, out of shear curiosity, teasing at his equally
sensitive nipples, scrapping at the taunt muscles of his abdomen and inching
further down, warping her fingers around the center of his pleasure nerves. He
gasped, forgetting what he was doing to lay limp over her, enjoy the tingling
sensation of her innocent exploration.

“Kaoru…”
came his ragged whisper.

The kendoka kissed the top of his head, the
only place available to her lips at that moment, her free hand tracing up and
down his spine and she started to return the pleasure he gave her. Kenshin
groaned, hugging her to him and nipping at her neck, her breathless gasps
adding to his pleasure.

He unconsciously grinded his hips at the feel
of a particularly pleasurable stroke, squeezing himself into her palm and
hissed at the sensation. Feeling encouraged, Kaoru redoubled her efforts, her
long, roughened fingers discovering the feel of him. Every one of her tentative
touches rewarded by either a surprised gasp or a low grunt, and sometimes her
name in a breathy murmur, his reactions were mesmerizing. The young woman’s
pride was smiling inside her, thrilled by the simple knowledge that it was her
doing that causing this all.

“K… Kao… ru… hunh...”

It was such a sweet melody, tickling her lob,
as it was hushed into her ear. The movement of the red head’s hands seemed to
lose their carefully elaborated cycle on her chest and turned to a pair of
blind, erratic travellers trying to map out every inches of her body. They slid
over her counters, following the soft curves, gripping her flesh here and there
as if the man was trying to gain some sort of support. The dark haired girl
moaned exceptionally loud, shocking even herself, when he sank his teeth
pleasurably at the base of her throat and then soothing the non-existent pain
away with the velvet touch of his tongue. In an answering reaction, her grip
tightened on him and a coarse cry escaped his lungs.

“Uh…
Kenshin…”

Said man took a deep breath, his nostrils
full of her unique spring flower sent, and moved his hips once more. He could
not tell if he wanted her to wait to be one with her or simply let go as her
caressing hand induced him to. Unable to make a decision, he instead rained
more fevered kisses over her skin, pausing ever few seconds to gasp, push into
her hand or whisper her name as the most beautiful endearment she ever heard.

Suddenly, his hand grip her elbows and pushed
both of her arms away from him, his hands gliding over her skin to twin with
her own, almost pinning them above her head, his hold too gentle though to be
overpowering and she felt she could free herself at will. The ex-assassin
locked gaze with her, his eyes a captivating dark shade lavender.

“Kaoru…” he
sighed, burying his face into her neck, breath tickling her skin. “… The things
you do to this unworthy one…” Kenshin feathered kiss on her soft lips. “The
things you make him feel…”

Having looked at her the whole time, his
mouth tracing a whisper of his words lightly on her lips as he spoke, the red
headed samurai let his lids cover his loving gaze and took a small breath,
smiling.

“The care…”
he continued, his hand massaging the muscles of her arms tenderly. “The love…”
he brushed his lips across her face, neck and trailed down to her chest where,
in a soft murmur, a moment before he would suck in the gracious pike of her
breast, “the desire…”

Kaoru exhaled a sharp shriek; the divine care
of his mouth had distracted her from his hands. Kenshin had expertly changed
his hold of her wrist, now contained in his left hand and the right one had
drifted down swiftly and un-noticed. His fingers touched her core, toke her by
surprise and made her cry.

Suckling a line toward her throat, the red
head adjusted their position, sliding further up between her thighs. He was
suddenly charging a fierce attack of her mouth, freeing her hands to warp his
arm around the young woman, pulling her closer to him. It took barely a moment
for Kaoru to notice that she was once again free of her movements and lost no
time twist her arms in a firm but tender grip, giving into the depth and
passion the kiss.

Kenshin smiled aware of the success of his
distraction tactic and, with the guidance of his fingers, pushed the tip of him
into her soft core. He drank her surprised yelp, the sound making her chest
tremors and he stood stile, opening his deep violet eyes to discover stunned
indigo orbs staring at him. The man blinked, he had lifted his head lightly and
now their uneven breaths were mingling in their mouths. Her muscles twitched
reflectively, sending a soft rush of pleasure through him and he shuddered
starving to move deeper inside.

“K… Kaoru…”
He and touched her cheek gently to gain her complete attention. “This unworthy
one doesn’t have much, that he does not.” His gaze was
softly smiling, his eyes giving Kaoru the impression of adoration a divinity
would have had a mortal seen them. “He offers you the only thing he’s got.
Himself… if… you would have him.”

Kaoru
blinked. “I… I have a condition…”

He looked
startled and slightly nervous. The gentle motions of his fingers grazing her
face ceased. “Wha… What is it?”

“I want
Himura Kenshin with his past, his present and his future… as a man who knows
himself worthy of Kamiya Kaoru.” The light that shown in her
eyes made him smile.

“This…”
then he caught himself seeing the beginning of a frown darkening her features.
“… I” he smiled, “will pledge my life to become this man.”

She smiled back, her eyes shining pleasantly,
everything about her openly accepting him. Kenshin pressed an affectionate kiss
to her mouth, pouring emotion into the other with blissful abandon. Mind was
lost replaced by a dangerous mix of want, love and need. Pleasure clouded his
judgement and he moved, a gasp making him blink once more. The ex-assassin was
nipping a not of flesh under her jaw, Kaoru’s spin had been tugged by reflexive
muscles and turned into a fine bow, her chest softly pressed to his.

He had moved further within her, not quite
reaching the barrier yet, however. He groaned, his fingers digging into the
soft flesh of her hips and pushed again, feeling the
obstruction. Her gaze was confused and the young woman when he looked back at
her. Kenshin’s expression soften, his brow already shining with a thin sheet of
sweat. She focused her eyes on his and smiled.

“Don’t
worry.” He said.

“I’m not.”

Her trust warmed his heart and fuelled his
desire. With infinite care, the red haired swordsman pulled his hips backward
to nearly leaving her velvet warmth. She turned a puzzled gaze at him and met
with a knowing glint in his purple orbs. Amorous induced hands brushed away
stray tendrils of ink black silk from her flushed face. She observed him watch
her, dazed by his expression. It resembled that of a boy who saw something very
pretty for the first time, awe visible in his soft eyes, and tried to copy and
deeply imprint the image in his mind. Her lips curved in a shy smile, her
fingertips gently stroking the line of red hair on his forehead before sliding
through the soft mane and uncovering his eyes.

Kenshin trusted forward once again, Kaoru
closed here eyes for the pain she was told would come.
The red haired man stopped once more and pulled back before he would pierce
through the membrane. She fluttered her lids in blatant bewilderment. He merely
kissed her forehead, soothing the moist spot with his thumb and rolled his hips
once more. He did so several more times, until he saw her expression change
from a puzzled to one of birthing rapture. Only then did Kenshin give into
temptation, pressing his lips forcefully on hers and burying his passion fully
into her. He softened her cry of pleasurable pain with the fervent, almost
bruising, caress of his lips and tongue.

The lower part of his anatomy stood still,
his breath coming rasp but far from panting at that moment. Kenshin shuddered,
a grown rumbling in his throat and he crushed her body against his.

“Kaoru…” he
muttered. “Kaoru, Kaoru, Kaoru…” The once country wide feared shadow assassin was chanting her name in a
delicious worship.

When the raven-haired woman caught his waist
in a light grip, Kenshin began a slow, even rhythm, taking deep breaths in,
whispering pleasure broken confessions of love. She answered each with an
approving moan and a tentative rotation at their connection. He groaned feeling
her hands touch him at, seemingly, all place at once. He was aware of her, only
her, the rest of the world a distant concept.

In an innocent attempt to please him as well,
Kaoru unwrapped her thighs, planted her heels on the
soft futon, and levelled up her hips, meeting his thrust and giving him more
depth. It did brought more of the tingling to spread from her pelvis to delude
in her blood, drugging her mind with blissful sensations. It, however,
stretched her muscles in an odd way, not unpleasant
but not comfortable either, but to reach the pike of the wonderful experience,
she was willing to feel sore the morning after.

“Ken…shin… I…”

He was ravishing the side of her left breast,
his low grunts and soft moans vibrating over her stomach.

“Shhh…”

Kenshin nipped and sucked and Kaoru touched
and pinched what she could get, unknowingly driving him mad. Something was
building up, a promise of blinding pleasure was growing, becoming real with
each carefully deep thrusts, the young woman could
feel it and the heated actions of his mouth and hands were enough for her to
know that the red head was aware of it as well. Feeling the climax becoming was
torture, a craved torture, a sweet one, only a step away from that instant when
love became physical and not just spiritual.

“Hold… me…” he murmured, wanting her, needing her.

Kaoru could only tighten the grip of her
arms, crushing his face to her soft mounds and pushing more strength, more
determination into her movements. His hands pressed the curve of her back,
guiding her hips. All coherent thoughts had long since been
blown away, to feel was priority, and the rest was to be ponder over
afterwards. Between her soft pleas and his breathless whispers, the red headed
man felt the steer of release rising in his nerves. His skin was suddenly very
sensitive and Kaoru’s every touches felt like a bolt of pleasurable electricity
had hit him.

“K... Kaoru…”
the retired samurai tried to get his lover’s attention, his words muffled by
her tender flesh. “… Kaoru…” he repeated, his voice more
urgent, his head still pressed to her lovely breasts. “Kaoru… o… open your eyes…”

Kenshin had pulled his face away from her
chest and had reached up to graze his fingertips over her brown and caress the
gentle curve of her beautiful face. When he finally caught the crystalline blues
under the dark lashes, he smiled. She blinked, his cheeks were flushed, face
reddened, pearling sweat dripped from his brow and a few strands of fiery silk.
She had known what he wanted a fragment of second before he explained in a
rasped voice.

“I want you
to see what you do… hunh… to me…”

No longer able to support his head, Kenshin
led his forehead over hers, his hair, still somewhat dampened, sliding over his
shoulders and shielding them in intimacy. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed
a round in an adorable display of surprise. Her complete body curled into his
and she began to tremble, her arms reflexively warping around his shoulders.

He knew then that it was alright
to let go and with gentle fervour, he gripped her waist, spreading his fingers
over her hot flesh. His face nestled in her neck, Kenshin rocked his hips for
the last few thrusts and embraced her tightly, her
name rolling over his tongue as climax seized him in blinding pleasure.

Kaoru had turned limp in his arms when rationality
returned to him. He shifted his weight but did not move away from her, choosing
instead to pillow his head to her breast, his hands tracing random lines across
her shoulder. The raven-haired woman sighed and kissed the top of Kenshin’s
hair.

“Did I…
harm you?” he sounded hesitant, nervous even.

“It was
un-noticed…” there was a pleasant tone there.

Silence
dominated the room once more, then, “Why were your clothes wet?” She was simply
curious.

“There was
a storm…” he turned his head and kissed her chin.

She blinked.
“And you didn’t notice?”

Kaoru felt
her red-haired swordsman nod. “My attention was elsewhere…”

The young
woman blushed and she both heard and felt him chuckle. “Hey!” her exclamation was soon followed by a gentle knock of her firmly tightened
fist.

“Oro!?” Kenshin rubbed the tender
spot at the back of his head and stared at her in astonishment. “Ow…”

She giggled.
“Pervert…”

He smiled
warmly and bent neck to catch her lips. “Pervert maybe…” he said between
kisses. “But I wasn’t the one touching myself…”

Kaoru’s eyes shoot open and narrowed. A resounding
‘bonk’ filled the room.

“Ow!” The ex-assassin pulled himself up with his left arm,
rubbing the soar area or his skull.

Kaoru
snorted and crossed her arms. “Pervert…” was her only explanation,
but her eyes were shining with mirth.

He laughed hole heartedly, warping his arms
around her torso and crushing her in a tight hug. His laughter was soft, his
breath tickling her ear and she could not help but smile… then laugh as well, the
sound turning into a warm, comfortable blanket for them to cuddle into.

Fin

a/n: The idea of the fanfiction
actually came along with it. The beginning was completely different, then ideas
came by themselves and I simply had to oblige. I wouldn’t
call this one-shot my best lemon… however, I think I got a certain touch to it.
My goal here was to toy with possible reactions. I’m
not sure if it got out of character. You tell me… but I have to say something, who would resist when one would hear their name so softly
whispered as their loved one rides the tides of bliss on their own?

As a side note… There are things I tolerate when it comes to criticize my hard work.
(Believe me, it takes several days or months for me to
write a fanfic, and a large amount of sleepless
nights) The things I don’t want to hear is complains
about my grammar. I not a native English speaker and I will never be. My
mastery of the written language is, thus, arguable. I know it,
you know it… why tell me? Especially when you, writing your
review, you do twice as much mistakes. If you can’t
even write properly in your review, don’t complain about my gap. It’s useless. The ‘do as I say not as I do’ doesn’t work well on me, and I doubt it does anything to
much anyone else as a matter of fact.
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