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Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. I don�t own Rurouni Kenshin. The characters belong to Watsuki, but the plots, ideas, OCs and text are *mine*.
WARNING AGAIN: This chapter contains a NC-17 lemon.
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Chapter 10: Wicked games
Kaoru welcomed them with a warm smile. �I�m so glad you came! Come in!�
They all sat at around three tables that had been gathered in the middle of the room. Tae and Sae had already brought beer for their three most regular clients.
�Misao-chan, milk or lemonade?� the older sister joked.
�I�ll have a beer too,� she answered with a smile, containing her anger. After the way she had behaved today, she really wasn�t in position to react to her teasing, Misao thought. She still was a kid compared to the others. She smiled again to Kaoru, who was behind the counter and was obviously furious at Sae�s bad joke.
�I�ll have tea.�
�Of course, Shinomori-san. You should come here more often, you know.�
He didn�t answer.
�Red wine for me,� Tokio ordered.
Meg whispered in her friend�s ear �After last night you can still bear the view of it?� before saying out loud: �Orange juice, please.�
Saitoh was smoking silently. Tae approached him, her gall fading.
�Ano�Detective?�
�Sake. Warm.�
�Hai!� she said quickly, before returning to prepare the drinks, joining Kaoru and her sister at the counter.
There was an awkward silence, which was not even broken when the twins put their glasses in front of them.
Tokio sighed. Could she be spared to make a speech for once? She always had to be sensible, diplomatic, and to lecture people: picture perfect boss, so boring and so unlike her. She didn�t want to take any responsibilities now. But everybody, bar Saitoh, was looking expectantly at her�
�To Okita,� she said simply.
They all lifted their glasses and toasted. It released some of the pressure, and when food was brought most of them were talking animatedly. Well, except for Saitoh, of course, who was indifferent to everybody; and Aoshi observed the others as usual. Sanosuke and Misao were playing darts with Tae and Sae. Megumi was stopping now and then her conversation with Enishi and Tsunan to send some remarks to the ex-thug anytime he missed. He of course answered with a flirtatious tone, and she ended up insulting him.
Tired of witnessing one of their endless arguments, Tokio went to sit at the counter.
�Thank you, Kaoru-san. I appreciate your gesture. We all needed a little time to breathe.�
The young girl glanced at the table.
�Is he okay?�
�Saitoh? He�s always like this��
�I meant Enishi. I know it�s none of my business, and I�m nosy to discuss your decision, and I�m not a cop but�.Do you know how this story affected him? He can react so violently�he has so much hate in him.�
As the girl looked genuinely worried, Tokio forgot her annoyance at her intervention.
�He isn�t alone, Kaoru-san.�
�Yeah, right, I used to think so too,� she mumbled, washing furiously the dirty glasses.
Tokio noticed that Saitoh stood up, finishing his last cup of sake and deposing it on the table in a definite gesture. He passed by them and went out of the pub. Tokio crossed Aoshi�s eyes, and shrugged. She was already surprised that he had come and had stayed so long. Anyway, she didn�t want to think about Saitoh, his behavior or motivations now.
Kaoru�s boyfriend came out of the kitchen.
�I�m finished for today. I think it�s time for me to go home now. Hisashiburi desu, Takagi-san.�
�Kenshin, won�t you stay a while?� Kaoru pleaded.
�Kaoru-san, I didn�t know Okita-san well. My place is not here. And it would upset some people. Just call me when everyone is gone, I don�t want you to walk alone at night. Takagi-san, I�m sorry for your loss.�
Tokio had repressed a bemused grin imagining Himura protecting Kaoru, as she was probably stronger than him. But the violet eyes were sad and gentle and she nodded to him with a serious and warm smile.
She knew that Kaoru and Enishi had dated for several years and couldn�t understand what the former had found in this little man. Stability? Probably. Loosing her father last year had been very hard for the young girl. The old Kamiya was crazy about her, and Tokio remembered the adoring smile which Kaoru had for him as a teenager. Usually she interrupted even the conferences and private meetings to bring a bento to her father.
Kaoru had played a large role in Tokio�s decision not to tell the entire truth to the media. She wasn�t intimate with Kamiya�s daughter, but she knew enough to realize that she would be the first casualty of washing publicly the previous Mayor�s dirty laundry. That sweet girl didn�t deserve this.
She felt suddenly depressed. The others were still drinking and getting more and more careless. She wasn�t in the mood. She tried, but she couldn�t. Waving goodbye to Aoshi and Enishi (the others were too busy or too drunk to notice), she left the pub.
***
Tokio didn�t want to go home. Going back to work was probably not the best idea, but it was all she came up with. Correction: the only sensible solution she could come up with.
She realized that while she was fighting with her depressing thoughts, her legs had led her to the office anyway. She opened the door of the section�s room and froze. There was already somebody in there. The smell of cigarette reached her senses before she saw his face, chiseled by the darkness of the room and the light from the corridor. She knew that she was lost as their eyes met.
She couldn�t say that she was surprised. Somehow she had known. She let go of the door. It closed behind her in a soft bang. His eyes where glittering in the dark. They had that golden shade again. Her pulse fastened in anticipation, she couldn�t slow it down. Still gazing at her, he crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, expectative. No way out. She had a choice, though. It was useless to fight, yet�
He had won. She had come to him. Saitoh felt the urge to dive on her, but he had to wait a little more. He needed a complete victory over her. She looked like a trapped animal� yet suddenly her expression changed. She walked to him with assurance, not trying to hide the strength of her want anymore. Goosebumps spread on his skin.
He stood up only when she was inches in front of him. So close�Eyes to eyes, they didn�t make a move for a while, letting the tension grow, and explode finally.
Grabbing her by the waist, he crushed her to him, as she wounded her arms around his neck, impatiently bringing his head closer to hers. They kissed with open mouths, tongues meeting before their lips, not bothering with teasing touches. She moaned and tried to press even closer to him, although his arms were holding her so tightly that his embrace was almost painful. He groaned in her mouth, aroused at her boldness, at her feminine body yielding to him while their tongues where dueling, tangling in long, thorough, hungry strokes. He couldn�t let go off her mouth, of that bittersweet taste and soft warmth. He was growing hard, so fast he could barely stand it.
Oh God it felt so good. He was hard already, his tongue was hot and insistent, his muscles were clenching tightly, he was pure strength, she needed more of him. She rubbed herself against him as she started to tug on the buttons of his shirt. His hands cupped her bottom, pressing her forcefully against his erection. She closed her lids and whimpered, giving up on his collar to try his trousers. She wanted him right now, so much her hands were trembling and she didn�t seem able to open the bloody buttons. She felt him swelling even more under her questing fingers, as he lifted her and deposed her on the desk.
He broke the kiss and jerked his head back, trying to resist the tension. He didn�t remember he had ever been that aroused by a woman. Only her hands touching him through the fabric were painfully blissful. She didn�t seem in the mood for any foreplay either. She cursed, as she lost her grip on his zipper and was trying to find it again�.blindly, as she lifted her head, her mouth questing for a new kiss. He took her lips once more. Jolts of pleasure waved through him as she finally freed him, her hands wandering on his length, tentatively. He shifted her dress up to her waist. She kept on stroking, moaning as he trailed his fingers between her thighs. She was soaking wet, he found out as he reached the silk fabric of her panties, quickly pulling them lower. She was directing his manhood to her entrance, craving to have him inside her, when she suddenly released him and pulled off his chest, breaking the kiss.
�What�� he hissed venomously.
�Condom�� She was panting heavily. �I don�t have�.Do you?�
Shit. She was right. And no, he didn�t have some with him. Reluctantly, they arranged the order of their clothes. As their eyes met again, he noticed that she was now self-conscious. He brought his face to hers and licked her bottom lip, deliberately.
�Listen to me. We�re going to my place now and there is no discussion. Give me your car keys.�
She looked at him a second only, before she reached for what he had asked for in her pocket.
None of them talked on the way to the parking, and she sat obediently on the passenger seat as he opened the door for her. He installed himself on the driver�s seat and started the car.
She was trying not to think. She knew that it was a mistake, but considering how far they had been it was hypocrite and useless to pretend that nothing had happened and stop there. Who was she trying to fool? She wanted him and didn�t care about anything else right now.
He glanced at her. Her dress was high on her thighs. He couldn�t wait to be inside her. As soon as they were out of the parking, he ordered: �Open your legs.�
She turned to him, startled. His eyes left the road one second to send her a hot, imperative look. She complied, chilling in anticipation.
He kept only one hand on the wheel, and, still focused on the road, reached her legs with the other, parted them, caressing the soft mound through the silk. She sighed, closing her lids.
�Touch me more,� she whispered.
He smirked. �I�m driving. I can�t give you all my attention now.�
Her eyes fluttered open, crossing his briefly. She smiled evilly. Playing again? She was not bad at games either.
�How much time until we arrive?�
�15 min.� He had raised a brow.
�Help me a little,� she murmured seductively. She was so excited already�
She shifted a little on her seat, leaning into his hand, breathing heavily as he stroke her slowly. She pressed it against her, his fingers feeling her wetness dripping again. She took his hand in both hers, and tucked it into her panties. She moaned as the cold tips of his fingers met her heated flesh. She directed his hand to her core, massaging, using it to pleasure herself, showing him what she liked. He followed her rhythm, and she began to moan loudly.
�Oh, yes, here�.it feels so good��
She was getting more and more excited, moving her hips, clenching his hand between her thighs, leaning more so he could enter her with his fingers. He was not passive, stroking her wherever she led him, yet she was using him as a mere tool. He was used to domination and this was new. So erotic. She let out a cry, and he felt her arousal running through his own body.
The road.
She was arching her back now, one hand having left his to grip her seat, sustaining her. He was observing her from the corner of his eyes. She was so sexy, getting her pleasure in front of him, without inhibitions. He liked that. He turned into his street when she let out a long, satisfied whimper, her walls clasping tightly around his fingers, her climax flowing, her hand pressing his convulsively between her legs. She collapsed on the seat, panting, as he withdrew his hand to park the car.
�Satisfied?�
She smiled, still breathless: �It was nice, but I was hoping some screaming-out-loud sex.�
His eyes glittered, golden flames burning high in their depths. �I think we�re going to have that.�
***
Everybody had left the bar, even Tae and Sae. Enishi had gone out with the others, pretending he was going home too. He came back though. Something had attracted his attention earlier and he wanted to clear it up. Privately.
Kaoru was startled as he appeared on the doorstep, walking slowly down the stairs.
�What were you talking about with my boss?� he asked, his voice slightly threatening.
She considered lying for a while but she lifted her chin, her green eyes gazing straight into his.
�I heard from some clients yesterday that you would be working on the Slayer case. I wanted to know if she had really measured the consequences.�
�And what gave you the right to?� he whispered, glaring at her coldly.
�Enishi, I�m sincerely worried about you. I know better than anyone your obsession with this, your nightmares, and the way you lose control sometimes. It�s not��
He tossed his head back to laugh sarcastically. �You know? You know nothing! You can�t understand, Kaoru. I�m not sure that you even tried seriously.�
She tightened her fists. �How can you�! YOU always rejected my help, getting distant, shutting me out. YOU never let me understand. You had these violent reactions sometimes, and never explained! I know you�d never hurt me physically, but you frightened me! You don�t know what it is to sleep near someone and seeing him getting crazy��
�You don�t have this kind of problems with your lapdog, I guess.�
�Not a word on Kenshin. He�s the most caring person on earth; he�s reliable, and gentle. He loves me and understands me��
�You give a new definition to �finding one�s boyfriend in the dumpster��
�Shut up! We were over before I met him, so you don�t have any right whatsoever to insult him.� She had retrieved her calm. �He has suffered, has been living in the streets, he has lost everything, but he didn�t let bitterness and hate taking over him like you did. He is there for me. You were never there, Enishi. You went for undercover missions, accepting the most dangerous ones, not even giving a shit that I was worried about you or the problems I could have. You were not even here for me when my father died.�
�If I were so wrong, you should be relieved not to care about me anymore. We broke up, good riddance. Which leads me to repeat my question: why did you talk to Takagi?�
�I thought that we could be friends, no, that we were still friends, therefore I was still caring about you. It was a mistake. I won�t waste one more thought on you. As I said, you still can come here with the others if you want but never speak to me again if it�s to be like this.�
He had never been that cold towards her than when he answered. �Perfect. But if you nose into my business again, you will regret it. O shiawase ni, Kamiya-san.�
She watched him leave, blinking as the door slammed behind him.
She returned to her cleaning task, saying out loud: �I don�t care, I don�t care�, while hot tears were running down her cheeks.
To be continued�

Author�s notes:

I think that the title of the chapter gets clearer with that NC-17 version�.ahem.

It was impossible for me to �cut� the lemon between the R and NC-17 version. I tried but it was too abrupt�one of the reasons why I don�t post on certain sites anymore, I�m tired of chopping my chapters because of prudery, lack of responsibility and intolerance.

Thanks to Mara, first of course for the mere fact that I could post the complete and real version of this chapter on her site at the beginning, but also for her very thorough check on the continuity and grammatical errors. I had the �final cut�, so the remaining mistakes are only mine!

Thanks also to Firuze, her advice has been precious on this chapter too, on the lemon part and the last scene specially!

Next chapter: another lemon, and Saitoh and Tokio start to realize that their relationship might not reveal as casual as they thought.
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