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The Hair Ribbon	By : UrocissaOrnata Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 11807 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Hair Ribbon

By Urocissa Ornata

urocissaornata@yahoo.com

It was well after 5:00 p.m. when Yahiko and the rest of Kaoru's students finished up their class and left the dojo. Yahiko had grown over the past few months, Kaoru noted with a smile as she walked the group of young men to the gate. His hakama were looking a little high against his ankles. She barely resisted the urge to tease him about it; she had promised not to embarrass him in front of people from town who respected him so much that they wanted to study kendo with him.

"Think I'm late for work," Yahiko said with a sigh, glancing up at the sky to judge the low angle of the sun.

"Tae-san knows you come from class on Thursdays," Kaoru said, and he nodded.

Kenshin waved to the group with one soapy hand as they headed toward the gate; he was elbow-deep into a pile of laundry. Yahiko would have stopped to talk to him were it not for his schedule, but instead he called over to the former rurouni and let him know he'd be back tomorrow.

Kaoru locked the gate after her students and cast a sidelong look at Kenshin, who looked like he'd be working on the laundry for a while longer. That's boring, she thought. The crisp coolness of the autumn air was making her restless, and she'd felt a little distracted all day while she taught her classes. Another glance at Kenshin, and Kaoru felt her cheeks begin to color. She knew what she needed. Maybe she could start hinting at it now, and her charmingly clueless rurouni might figure it out by bedtime.

Kenshin lifted his head at that moment and caught his breath. Kaoru was watching him, her teeth pressed against her lower lip delicately, her face a little too flushed even for her workout that afternoon, and one hand pressed against her bound chest. She smiled when she caught his eye, and then looked away resolutely toward her destination. She wasn't just walking toward the dojo, she was more sashaying in that direction.

He could take a hint when applied with a hammer. And that was probably the best way to describe Kaoru's "hints"--subtlety was not her strong suit. Although, now that he thought about it, there were times when she was so subtle as to be completely indistinct, and he usually wound up with a lump on the head for something he had no notion of. Such an idiosyncrasy might drive some people crazy, but to Kenshin, it was one of the traits he loved in her.

Kenshin returned his attention to the unfinished laundry, but desire flared up within him quickly. He scrubbed at the dirt-stained hemline of one of Kaoru's hakama and let out a slow, controlled breath. Later, he promised himself. Later, he'd give her exactly what she wanted.

But that promise did nothing to abate the steadily growing flame of his desire. His nerves were beginning to hum with anticipation--it was not unlike the heightened sensation he experienced prior to every battle he'd ever fought. He could detect a soft breeze through his hair and the blades of grass under his sandals. He could feel the individual fibers of the thick fabric of Kaoru's hakama in his hands, and the cold water heavy with soap against the skin of his hands and arms. He could also feel his own hardness and the quickening of his heartbeat, and closed his eyes. She was his, damn it, and he would have her just as he wanted her.

Kenshin quickly wrung out the hakama and rose to flip the fabric over the clothesline. Laundry could wait until after he'd dragged her to their room and taught his little kendo instructor what happened when she flirted with him like that. He took a step toward the dojo when another idea struck him. He turned slowly back toward the clothesline, running his eyes up and down a long strip of silk that was hanging there, nearly dry. He didn't need to consider that idea for long. Seizing one end of the fabric, he took off toward the dojo, coiling it loosely in his hand as he moved through the grass with silence befitting a former samurai.

He paused outside the open door and, staying low, peeked around the corner. She had lit a few lanterns, since the sun was well into its descent and the large room got dark quickly. Eyes closed, Kaoru was moving around the room with her bokken in a difficult kata, the light against her body casting multiple faint shadows around the room. Her footwork was true and confident despite the form's complexity and each slash, stop, and thrust of the wooden blade in her hands was steady and solid. He noted all this with possessive appreciation, his violet eyes glinting with flecks of gold. Her skill only forced his need for her higher; she was the only woman in the world who could appreciate his love for the art of the sword, and he loved her fiercely for it.

Kenshin's eyes traveled across the dojo to the wall where bokken were displayed on wooden racks. Those racks were simply pieces of wood about three feet long mounted vertically along the wall, with curved notches for swords to rest between them. Quickly, he judged the strength of those racks and noted that one of them was devoid of bokken. She must have taken them down to be polished. A feral grin spread across his face. Perfect.

One small part of him, the side of his personality that best fit the mild-mannered rurouni persona he so often displayed, couldn't quite believe what he was about to do. The rest of him argued that she had asked for this, after all, at least in the abstract. Regardless of whatever protests he could think up, Kenshin knew her kata was coming to a close and remembered that it ended with the practitioner facing the opposite way from which she started. His chance was coming, and he would take it. He slipped off his sandals without taking his eyes off her.

Despite her earlier distraction of flirting with Kenshin, Kaoru found it effortless to concentrate on her kata. This form was getting easier and easier, and that was satisfying to know, since it had taken her years to study all of its subtleties. It was like she was in another world when she practiced kata, a world in which her mind and body were one and she could let the power of the pattern flow through her like water. She slid her foot to the side and whipped her bokken around, then stepped forward and thrust it toward an invisible attacker facing toward the back of the dojo, eyes still closed, and held that position.

To her utmost surprise, something knocked the bokken out of her careful position and someone charged into her, lifting her off her feet. With a startled yelp, her eyes flew open and she raised her weapon to beat the snot out of whoever it was that had tackled her.

"K-Kenshin?!" she exclaimed as soon a she saw his red hair and plum-colored gi. "What are you--"

With controlled force, he stopped just as he reached the wall, and Kaoru found herself pressed to the wall between the empty racks that ordinarily held several bokken between them. She couldn't keep from gaping at him. "What is going on?" she demanded.

He raised his eyes to hers and she gasped involuntarily. There was fire in his eyes--a golden fire within depths of amethyst--a possessive fire. His mouth was set in a smile that was part mischief, part daring, and part masculine smirk. "I got the hint," he said matter-of-factly in a low voice that made her shiver.

'I' and not 'this one,' Kaoru noticed immediately, and swallowed dryly. She was trapped in his gaze; her mouth opened to say something but she didn't know what. She didn't know how he could force her to look at him like that without a word, but he kept his penetrating stare on her as he moved closer and kissed her fiercely.

The heat that Kaoru had felt earlier, the heat that had directed her into teasing him on her way back into the dojo not twenty minutes before, flared up within her almost immediately. As he parted her lips with his tongue and plunged in, she could feel a column of yearning in her lower abdomen. She began kissing back feverishly, but she couldn't hope to match his fervor. It wasn't until they parted for a quick breath that she realized her bokken was no longer in her grasp--it was on the rack above her head, and he was holding her wrists in a grip she didn't think she could break even if she wanted to. She didn’t know exactly why, but that knowledge only made her yearning stronger. For all his forcefulness, there was still an undercurrent of gentleness; she knew on every level that he would never hurt her.

He lost her quickly in the kisses that followed, enjoying the way she moved beneath him and how much she tried to match his passion. It was the perfect time to do what he had planned, so he did it--he brought her arms up over her head, holding her wrists together. With his characteristic speed, he twined the strip of silk--one of her hair ribbons--around her wrists and the bokken on the rack above her head. It was at a perfect height, not too tall that she would be uncomfortable but yet not too low that she could move the wooden sword out of the rack and get free. He pressed his body to hers, and she could feel his hardness close to the area where she felt the most need for him, which only made her need him more.

He pulled away to look up and survey his handiwork, and that was when Kaoru realized what he'd done. "Kenshin, what--" she began, but he interrupted any protest she might have with another fierce kiss and his roaming hands. Her eyes flicked to the open dojo door--but she had remembered to lock the gate...

She wasn't angry or turned off, Kenshin noted with satisfaction as she responded to his touch--more incredulous than anything else. He let her come up for air and put a finger to her lips, holding her eyes with his once again. "I want you here. Now," he said. Kaoru sucked in a breath, her head swimming under his hypnotic gaze. He gave her just long enough and then looked away, lashes low, and took a tiny step backward, saying, "Unless, of course...you don't..."

"No! I mean, I do!" Kaoru said before she could even think about it. This is the dojo! some part of her mind screeched. You can't do...IT...here! Something about the way he looked away made her squelch that little voice of propriety as quickly as it had protested. Even though there were scant inches between them now, it felt to her like a chasm. She tried to move toward him but her bound hands kept her from closing the distance entirely. "It's just...here?" she said weakly.

"You started it," Kenshin pointed out impishly, dropping his demureness. "I can't help it if I can't wait long enough to get you back to the house." He brought his gaze back up to her with a smile that was pure seduction but grounded in genuine love. She was powerless to protest at all--not that she really wanted to. Something about being in a different room, particularly the dojo, and especially finding herself completely at his mercy was too alluring for her to turn down.

He moved in close again and kissed her first on the lips, then moved down to her jawline and then her neck. Kaoru let out a soft moan that encouraged him further; he traced the muscles of her neck with his tongue all the way up to her ear. Her hands flexed and relaxed in their bindings. She wanted to touch him, and it was quickly getting maddening that she couldn't. He pulled away for a second to tease her nerves, then went back in with open-mouthed kisses, tracing delicate patterns with his tongue. His hands traveled from her face down her body and over her bound breasts, noting that her nipples were discernable against the tight bandages and her gi. He continued lower; his fingers found the ties of her hakama and undid the knot. The heavy fabric tumbled to the floor around her ankles. A heartbeat later he had reached within her gi and tugged loose the cord that held one side of the fabric to the inside of the other. He let it fall open, revealing her bindings and her underwear.

Kaoru opened her eyes and watched him, wanting him to remove those bandages soon. He knew this but couldn't give her what she wanted--yet. Instead, he crushed her body to his and kissed her some more, and his hands worked on loosening his own clothes. Around his kisses, she looked down and could see his raging erection as he undressed, and felt a pulse deep within her like a gong. He left his gi on but open like hers, a gesture that was both sweet and sexy.

"Hmmm..." Kenshin paused and considered her bindings. He could tear them, but they were close enough to her skin that he wasn't sure if he could do it without hurting her. Instead, his hands found the knot at her side she had tied that morning.

"Heyyyy, that tickles!" she exclaimed as his hands brushed her sides. Squirming enticingly under his touch, she stuck her tongue out at him as he chuckled at her reaction. He swiftly undid the knot and the bindings uncoiled around her torso. He helped them down with his hands, making her squirm more and her now freed breasts bounce enticingly between the parted curtains of her gi

Kenshin clucked at her as he noticed mild red marks delineating where each layer of fabric had been wrapped around her. "You tie this too tight," he murmured, cupping his hands around her breasts gently. He ducked his head and began kissing her along each reddened line.

"I...have to..." she said breathlessly as his mouth moved over her skin. She suddenly desperately wanted him to play with her nipples, which were standing out proudly now that they were released of the constraint of her bandaging. Kaoru arched her back into his face as much as her bound hands would allow, and he chuckled into her skin at her need. "Ohhhh...come on...a little lower," she moaned, and he looked up at her wickedly.

Instead, he swiftly slid his hand between her legs, his fingers brushing delicately against her clitoris. She sucked in a long, shaky breath between her teeth, rolling her head back against the wall. He took his hand away and her brow wrinkled as she groaned in protest. He gave her more for a few heartbeats and pulled away, and before she could protest once more, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, tracing it with his tongue while his other hand, slick with her moisture, played with the other.

"Kenshinnnn," she growled, her voice too sultry to truly convey any danger.

"Yes?" he said innocently as he suddenly pulled away from her chest and ran both hands along the inside of her thighs.

She tried in vain to suppress a tortured giggle. "That tickles...and--and you're...gonna pay for this! All of it!" she declared haltingly.

He kept her legs parted and leaned close to her ear. "You first, my love," he whispered as he found her opening and plunged in, taking her with one swift stroke.

She gasped loudly and he didn't give her time to catch her breath. He circled her hips with one arm and tilted her body slightly to give him better access--she was now standing on the balls of her feet. He withdrew almost all the way, paused just long enough to make her ache for him, and drove into her again strongly. He repeated this a few times and she moaned, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath.

The column Kaoru had felt within her moments before now encircled him, throbbing spasmodically and driving her desire higher. This was different than the feeling she had in the past when he'd touched her core until she fell apart in his arms. It was deeper, like an earthquake was rumbling within her body, stoked by the intoxicating sensation of his manhood sliding against her inner muscles.

Kenshin's need couldn't be greater, and after a moment of teasing her, he couldn't help but change his rhythm. Her hips moved against his as he pounded into her again and again. He watched her breasts bounce in time with his thrusts and felt her breath against his face as she panted irregularly. Her face was fixed in an expression that was part ecstasy, part yearning; her eyes were screwed shut and her lips parted, her head against one of her arms, still tied above her. She bit her lower lip absently from time to time, almost as if to keep from crying out. That wouldn't do.

Kenshin wanted to hear her call his name as she reached her peak--then he would allow himself to reach his. He leaned forward a little and took one of her nipples into his mouth again, and with his free hand brushed his fingers against the tiny nub at her core. Kaoru wanted nothing more than to bury her hands in his hair, to grab something or reach for something that would somehow control her crazy ascent. The fact that she couldn't was just as much frustrating as it made her want more. "Trust me, I've got you," he said, his voice strained with arousal. He looked down at his hand playing with her most sensitive area framed by their parted gi, and below that, his penis disappearing into her over and over again, and moved faster.

"Ken...shin...I..." she gasped. From the sound of it, she was just on the edge.

"That's it," he encouraged her.

The next moment was like a small explosion--she screeched his name and cried out loudly, throwing her head back as her body trembled around him. He kept up his thrusting for just a little longer and she called for him again, until he felt his own orgasm rushing upon him, and lost himself within her.

Several moments later, Kaoru became distinctly aware of the rushing sensation in her ears and the feeling of Kenshin's arms wrapped tightly around her body under her gi. He was still buried to the hilt within her, and she took a moment to feel the aftershocks of the earthquake caused by the muscles within her. He groaned as she tensed and relaxed muscles she hadn't really thought too much about throughout her life, and she found herself grinning recklessly at the thought of having some power over him despite her position.

Speaking of that, she could feel her hands growing cold and prickly. "Kenshin," she said softly, but his face was pressed against her shoulder and he didn't move to reply. "Kenshin...my arms are getting a little tired," she said, more insistently this time.

He lifted his head and blinked at her, his eyes now a warm, smoldering purple that made her feel tingly all through her body. "Sorry," he apologized quickly, and reached up to undo the knot that had held her hands fast. Slowly, he brought her arms down and rubbed them over the sleeves of her gi with his hands, bringing blood and feeling back into them. It was a little awkward as he pulled out from her, and her body protested that move, but he drew her close to him in a tight embrace and she was glad to hold him back. Both were still shaking in the afterglow.

Their embrace was interrupted by a low growl. Kaoru's eyes widened and she looked down at her own stomach, then winced. "I'm starving!" she groaned, and Kenshin had to laugh.

"This one will fix dinner as soon as the laundry is brought in," he said, and stooped down to collect their clothes, quickly gathering the fabric on the floor. In fact, it was too quickly. Kaoru eyed him suspiciously.

"Kenshin, what was it you used on my hands, there?" she asked, trying to keep her voice nonchalant.

He didn't look up at her as he donned his clothes, which was a clear sign that he knew he had done something he shouldn’t. "Oh, just a spare bit of silk," he said as casually as he could.

She spied a corner of a familiar shade of indigo sticking out from his clothes and lunged for it. Kenshin's pleasure-dulled senses didn't catch her until it was too late. Tugging the slippery length of silk from where he had attempted to stash it in the sleeve of his gi, she held it up and looked at it. "My hair ribbon," she said, pronouncing the words very distinctly, her jaw half-open in incredulity.

Swiftly, Kenshin leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek and dashed out of the dojo before she could catch him. "Dinnerwillbereadysoon!" he called over his shoulder, grinning as he made a clean getaway.

"Ohhhhh you are gonna get it!" she screeched after him, but had to stop to put her own clothes back on. Her underwear was soaked; she'd have to change it soon, but for the time being, she turned to the sword rack, jumped up to snatch her bokken from the top, blew out the lanterns and followed Kenshin out of the dojo. She'd have to do something to get him back for this, she thought with a silly grin. She'd just have to figure out something good enough.

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Notes:

This is mostly a little vignette I thought up while in the midst of writing another longer fic that will tackle the immediate aftermath of Kenshin's showdown with Enishi, especially areas of development that Watsuki left to the imagination. I am currently on the second chapter of that fic; the first chapter is limey but parts of the fic will, of course, feature plenty of lemon 'n' limey goodness.

I wrote it all in one sitting and didn't pay too much attention to exposition or details. It turned out less...harsh than I'd originally envisioned. I've read many fics that transform Kenshin into his Battousai persona, and enjoyed them very much. At the same time, I guess I started taking it in the direction of writing Kenshin as someone whose personas are not so indistinct. Some authors treat him almost as if he has multiple personalities, and I find that to be an interesting and tantalizing perspective, but I haven't read as many lemon fics that tackle Kenshin as someone whose psyche is more unified, and I'm attracted to the road less traveled.

I also kind of thought that if Kenshin's Battousai personality took over, he might be fairly rough with Kaoru. I do think she could take it and have a lot of respect for her character as a martial artist (something that was not given its due either in the manga or in many fics, IMO) and a strong person. But as much as I originally envisioned this as a darker lemon with a very forceful Kenshin, as I was writing it, I put in a lot more play, teasing, and desire on Kaoru's part. As a bondage fic, it's pretty tame, but I'm sure I can rectify that problem in future fics. What can I say...except this fic had a mind of its own!

Timeline-wise, this takes place maybe a couple months after Kaoru returns home. It will be meant to be read in the context of the larger fic that I'm still working on.

Feedback is much appreciated, especially since this is the first lemon scene I've written. Until next time!
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