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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: There is a graphic lemon (NC-17) in this chapter.
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Chapter 11: The sweetest way to die
She stirred. She was exhausted and feeling good. Satisfied. She smiled lazily. She probably had a nice dream. It was so rare lately for her to wake up in a good mood. She opened her heavy lids. The room was bathed in the first lights of dawn, a few, weak rays of sun playing on the wall. It was not her wall.
It was not her bedroom.
Oh. No.
She closed her eyes again, trying to deny the facts, in vain. She was crazy. She was a fool. She didn�t even have the excuse to be drunk and�
The biggest mistake was that she had stayed all night. She had to get out of here.
She felt his hand still resting on the small of her back. They had both ended limply on their stomachs. She propped herself on her palms and made a turn to look around, cautiously, holding her breath as he shifted, groaning. He didn�t wake up but his arm was on her thighs now. His back was scarred with the red marks that her nails had traced. She looked at his face. Even sleeping he had a severe expression, though with his piercing eyes closed, he seemed oddly relaxed. She extended a hand to brush the rebel strands of hair falling on his eyelids, and cut off her gesture just in time. Just make things worse, Tokio.
She slowly moved his hand, managed to sit on the edge of the bed. Where were her clothes already? She shook her head as she remembered how she had gotten rid of her panties in the car. She spotted her bra near the bed. Her shoes were in the lobby, with her jacket, as she had thrown them away when they had gotten in. And he had ripped off her dress somewhere on the way to the bedroom. She hoped that she could still look decent enough in it. She had to walk from the apartment to her car in daylight, after all. She stood up on her limp legs.
�Where are you going?�
She whirled around. He was still lying on the bed, his eyes opened now, scrutinizing her body, an appreciative smirk spreading on his face. She felt a rush of heat on her cheeks. Gods, she was reacting like a virgin after her first night. She was trying to ignore the other rush that his stare was provoking in her, which was definitely not maidenly.
�Are you going to cover yourself in the sheets?� he mocked.
He stretched his arms, displaying nonchalantly the muscles of his shoulders and torso. She watched them playing, fascinated, recalling the feeling of them under her hungry touch, and the way these arms had hold her tight, almost breaking her�..Get a grip, stupid. She lifted her chin.
�I don�t know why I should� she shrugged. Good. Be distant.
�You looked like you were going to. So?�
�Isn�t that obvious? I was leaving.�
�Without saying goodbye?�
He was having fun. She was hopelessly trying to get the haughty composure which she used at work. Except that she was standing naked in his bedroom, her long hair framing her body, hiding one breast, but stressing outrageously the rest of her curves and the whiteness of her soft skin, which was slightly bruised here and there. Wearing the marks he had made. Except that she had spent half of the night in his arms, for the wildest sex encounter he had ever experienced. The contrast was so exciting. Did she think she was going to escape so easily? Did she expect to be the one deciding now? He moved slowly on the bed, sitting in front of her. She was at arms� reach.
�Oh, please. I don�t know what happened to us last night��
�Really you don�t?� His lips twisted in an ironic grin.
She let out an exasperated sigh. She was even more arousing when she was angry.
�We both know that it was a mistake. I told you it wouldn�t solve anything.�
She shook her head. She couldn�t believe that she found herself in this situation. If he said a word of that, how could she have any authority on her team anymore? She was the only woman at that level of command hence all these machos would be too happy to use her privacy against her. She just gave him a way of destroying her. She shouldn�t let him see her concern, so she went on, her voice even, indifferent�
�Well, it�s done. Now we just have to forget about it. And��
�Not let it affecting our already messy professional relationship? Wasn�t that obvious from the beginning?� he ended coldly.
She let out a sigh of relief. �Yes. Of course it was.�
As he saw her relaxing, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, circling her limbs with his legs.
�But we�re not on duty yet. We can forget about that later.� He was still holding firmly her waist with his hand, but the other was caressing teasingly her belly. He smirked at her puzzled voice.
�You just said��
�I said later. Can you say that you don�t want more?� He dipped his tongue into her navel, licking slowly, feeling her stomach clench. �I have my answer, don�t bother to lie.�
�So what? Listen, Saitoh�Oh!� She jerked her head back as his mouth trailed lower.
She still smelled of their lovemaking, which only made him want her more, images of the last night playing in his head. Her hungry eyes, her greedy touch, her cries for more, her whimpers of pleasure�.She had pushed him to the limits of his physical strength, never letting him dominate her, no matter how many times he had tried�.and he still wanted to try.
She tried to get out of his arms. As she didn�t succeed, she glared at him. �Everything will get more complicated�.�
�You sound afraid.� He kissed her again, his tongue playing at the junction of her legs. �Are you scared that I use last night against you?�
She knew it. He wouldn�t hesitate to do that. She panicked.
�Stop now. Stop!� She was trembling, both in pleasure and anger. This man was dangerous. One touch and she was melting; he had too much power over her. She couldn�t let him have his way again. He had lifted his head to watch her. She sighed once more, disgusted at her own disappointment. She just wanted him to go on and enjoy the feeling. She could explain yesterday, find some excuses for her behavior, but this morning was different.
�Are you threatening me?� she couldn�t help to ask.
�What do you think? I won the title of bastard of the year.�
�You�re not really serious,� she realized at his sarcastic tone. Was that his way to tell her he wouldn�t? She gazed at his face. The lust was still there, but�
Saitoh couldn�t understand his own reaction. He only intended to lure her into bed again, to satisfy his need. He could have by sexual persuasion. He could have by unbalancing her, by dominating her. But when he saw the shame on her face whereas she was enjoying his touch, he had realized he wanted more. More than what? He could destabilize her; that should be enough to win the game. Maybe it was just not funny to toy with her if she got too weak�
Her hands, which were resting on his shoulders, trying to pull him away, shifted delicately around his neck. Thrills of anticipation went down his spine.
�Be honest with yourself� he coaxed, as her eyes were still uncertain.
He was right. It was hypocrite to deny it. It was stupid to make all a fuss about it now. She wanted him beyond any sensible consideration. The faster she accepted it, the faster she would learn to deal with it. Maybe if she surrendered, he would lose interest in her�
Without a word, she buried her hands in his hair, pulling him close. His eyes burned with more intensity. She shivered when his lips touched her again and was waiting for more, but he pulled off. He seized her waist and laid her on the bed, spreading her legs, settling between them.
�I don�t think that you�ll be able to stand when I�m done,� he promised, ducking his head as she caressed his nape seductively.
Last night, each time had been violently intense. They didn�t utter a word, couldn�t get enough, didn�t have time for long foreplays. They were driven by a crazy impulse to mate. Now, he was deliberate, thoroughly tasting her, taking all his time, his tongue traveling slowly up and down her folds. She was getting wet for him. He could hear her heavy breath; it was ragging already. He lapped her little bud with the tip of his tongue, teasing it endlessly, until it unfolded fully, begging for more touches.
�More�..Give me more�..� she sighed, in a voice so sexy that his own pulse fastened. She was pulling on his head, but he had no intention to give it to her soon.
Taking her clitoris in his mouth, he sucked deeply on it, rewarded by soft, desperate cries. Her hands left his head, to grip his shoulders. She shrieked as he sucked harder, her head moving restlessly on the mattress, her legs spreading even more. His teeth replaced his lips, he nibbled lightly on her delicate skin, and she writhed under the sensation. He maintained her firmly with one hand, and started to tease her entrance with one finger.
She moved her hips, trying to force him to enter, but he withdrew it at once, testing his power over her. She moaned in frustration, only to sigh her contentment again as he curled his tongue around her bud, lavishing it tauntingly. Satisfaction ran through him, as he realized that he could now control the slightest of her reactions. Could he get her to beg? He wanted to hear her pleading voice�.
Tokio felt she was about to explode. She knew what he wanted. He wanted to drive her crazy with need. Well, he managed to. His rebel bangs were tickling her mound, adding to her torment. Her walls were tightening wantonly, but he refused to fulfill her need for more caresses. The pressure was building little by little, and she was depending on his knowing tongue playing with her core. What if he stopped? She was so afraid he would�
�Please�..please �..�she ended up repeating, as his torture became unbearable.
He felt triumph spreading through him as she at last begged him. Only then he started to stroke hardly on her core, delving his tongue in it, deeper, faster, tasting her sweet, swollen flesh, her excitation, getting drunk on it. She arched her back off the bed, propped on her hands, her head jerked back, her body sweating, trembling.
�Oh Saitoh yes, like this, go on, oh faster� she was whimpering, her breath getting shorter and shorter. She squealed when he found a more sensitive spot, gave it little licks, grazed his teeth on it.
He wanted her to die, thought Tokio. How could she stand something like this? The pressure was building too fast now, it was too strong; when it released her heart would just stop with the shock. Her hands had no strength left already, and she fell back on the bed. He went on even more forcefully, it was so good, it was aching, she couldn�t have it anymore, she couldn�t get enough. She couldn�t breathe.
�I can�t�..Too much�.�
She was ready. Delicately, he entered her hot, wet warmth with his tongue, even so slowly.
She felt every nerve of her body tense at the intrusion of his hard and soft muscle. Her climax struck her, and she lost the ability to think or feel anything but the waves of it thundering through her body.
He felt her climaxing, groaning in victory as she screamed. He kept on licking, penetrating her again, maintaining her on the crest, even when she had no forces left to do anything but sobbing her pleasure incoherently.
�Yes, yes, oh no more I can�t please oh yes�.� Last night they had fought, she had matched him, no matter how far he had driven her, she didn�t let go until he had. They couldn�t say who had led. Now, she just let him complete control. He knew he couldn�t have it this easily otherwise.
He let go of her, settled his elbows on each side of her body, and combed slowly the messy hair out of her face, searching for her eyes. He wanted to see the pleasure he gave her reflecting in them. His all body tightened as he finally darted his gaze in her widened silver pools. Tokio was lost between bliss and anger. She lifted her head to kiss his lips, cupping his face, her tongue entering his mouth, part of her grateful for the incredible climax he just gave her, part of her mad at him for toying with her like this. She couldn�t let him win, she just couldn�t. Her kiss was gaining force as her passion renewed, turning aggressive, revengeful. Little by little she was pushing him back, until she was sitting on his lap, his tip brushing against her center, both of them shuddering at the contact. He reached blindly for the condom box on the nightstand, but had to break the kiss to find one. She let her mouth trail on his hard jaw.
�Don�t tell me its empty,� she murmured.
�We used some, not that much,� he smirked, opening the little pack.
�I was afraid we did�� She shifted so he could get it on. She could have done it but she didn�t want to stop touching him, even for a second, his shaped back, his broad shoulders, his hot skin�.She licked on his neck, feeling his pulse increase again under her touch. She thrust her hips forwards when he was ready, and threw her head back, moaning with delight as she felt him inside, filling her.
He bit the base of her neck, once more surprised and satisfied at her eagerness. �You�re so greedy�.�he growled, starting to move inside her, in long, teasing strokes.
She wanted control, he could feel it, but he wouldn�t give it to her. His mouth went lower, closing around a nipple, sucking on it, until she moaned again, and then reported his attention to the other one, observing her smiling with pleasure. She was so insatiable, he was never sure that he would satisfy her, and the challenge only aroused him more�She showed him how much she enjoyed him, and his touch, and his body taking her. She wasn�t afraid of his wild side, neither of her own. Yet this time, he would at last tame her�
�So are you�..so much that you will lose control�.� she finally answered in a purr.
She tugged on his hair to lift his head, and gazed into his eyes as she began to move faster, enjoying the mad desire filling the golden depths in spite of his attempts to keep a steady, slow rhythm.
�This time, you�re going first�.�she assured, before offering him her opened mouth.
Unable to resist, he took it, in a demanding, violent kiss, drowning in his want for that wicked, tempting woman, who was his prey one minute and his hunter the following. She was responding eagerly, her mouth welcoming his tongue as her inner walls were welcoming his strokes, closing tightly around him. She was pliant, yet in her surrender she was victorious. He couldn�t control himself, no more, his blood was boiling, his sweaty body screaming for release, he had possessed her many times last night and his tip was hurting now under the pressure, yet he wanted to make it last, he had to, it was good and he couldn�t loose�
She broke the kiss, panting, and stroking his hair she murmured softly: �Hajime�now��
Her sweet, sexy voice calling his name undid him. He thrust once more and an irresistible storm ran through his veins, his body shaking with the power of release, an animalistic sound escaping from his lips. He rolled back on the bed, taking her with him, as she let out a soft sigh of ecstasy, her orgasm prolonging his pleasure until he welcomed oblivion.
***
She was lying on top of him, her head resting on his chest, her long hair spread on both their bodies like a silk shawl. Her breath was steady since she had dozed off. He fought the urge to caress the ebony mane, the velvety skin. He compelled himself to shift her aside, leaving her body, and to get off the bed to get rid of the condom. Back from the bathroom, he grabbed his ashtray and cigarettes, trying to rationalize.
As he sat again next to her, she stirred and mumbled: �What time is it?�
�Seven.� He held her a cigarette, lighting it for her, and she installed herself next to him.
They smoked for a while in silence.
�It can�t happen again,� she finally murmured.
He nodded.
He could deal with physical intimacy. That last time had been different. It was not that she took control, it was how�.He didn�t want to dwell farther into that disturbing turn of events.
She crushed her cigarette in the ashtray, left the bed, retrieved her bra and went out the bedroom.
Once she finished dressing, she hesitated. She wanted one more kiss, she wanted to feel his lips on hers, knowing it was the last time. She needed closure. But�
He lit another cigarette as he heard her close the door.
To be continued.

Author�s notes:

The title of the chapter refers to a song, The Cardigan�s �Paralyzed� ( Persson/ The Cardigans, all rights reserved):

This is where your sanity gives in/ and love begins
Never lose your grip/ don�t trip/ don�t fall/ you�ll lose it all
The sweetest way to die
It lies deep inside/ you can not hide/ it�s the meanest fire
Oh, it�s a strange desire/ you cannot lie/ it�s a needless fight
This is where your sanity gives in/ and love begins
Never lose your grip/ don�t trip/ don�t fall/ you�ll lose it all
The sweetest way to die
When your blood runs dry/ you�re paralyzed/ it will eat your mind
Did you hold it back/ it comes to you in slow attacks/ it�s the meanest fire.

I think it fits well this lemon, but as it had no sense with the non-lemon version, the title of the chapter is different.

Thanks to Mara for her precious help and suggestions, she once again checked thoroughly this chapter, and for the space here on her site!

Thanks to Firuze too for her support!

I don�t know what I could do without you two!

Next chapter: Back to work�and thinking does Saitoh some good.
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