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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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Chapter16: You're to have, not to hold
Neither Saitoh nor Tokio uttered a word on the way to her house. She was too unsure of her state to start a conversation that could only end up in an argument, as always. And Saitoh seemed still furious at her, for a reason that she didn't get.
By the time they arrived, she was back in the comfortable blur of exhaustion numbing her mind, taking once more her rambling emotions away. Maybe she'd manage to cope, after all.
Her house was not the mess she had expected, the blues had been more careful than usual in their search. She noticed with relief that the doors of the living were closed. She went to her bedroom; he followed her but waited in the corridor. She gathered clothes for the next day...today, and her accessories in a small travel bag.
She was closing the front door when she felt an icy wind blowing in her veins. Somebody was watching her. She dropped the key, retrieved it with trembling hands. Now she was getting paranoid. She turned to Saitoh, only to see him scanning the surroundings, a predatory look in his eyes. Oh Gods, she was not hallucinating...he had felt it too...was he going to leave her alone to check on it? She fought the irrational urge to clutch to his arm and ask him to stay.
As he turned to her, she did the best to hide her fear and compose herself. Did he see it? He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and dragged her forwards, walking rapidly to the car. He was still looking around when he pushed her on the passenger seat.
***
He stopped the car in front of a hotel near the City Hall. She knew the place; the DA seldom used it for witness protection. One room on each floor was double, with only one main entry located in the first one and no windows in the room on the edge. Perfect for safety purposes.
She threw her bag on the bed of the "witness bedroom" and sat on it, looking straight in front of her, but she wasn't seeing anything. Was she going to faint, she wondered, welcoming the idea, welcoming the darkness...No. She wasn't.
Saitoh was observing her. She had been terrified, at least she understood now that she was in danger and wouldn't be difficult about getting bodyguards. He understood less why he had stayed with her instead of going after the observer. He had felt protective...like he did now.
He saw her palms clenching. He had seen her doing that before and more frequently during the last days, it was a telltale sign: she was trying to regain control. Each time that she had been in shock lately she had lost control of herself for a while, then had absorbed it and had gone on as if nothing had happened. Why didn't she give up and just let go? Denial was certainly a way to deal with shocking events, but at a certain point they had to be accepted. There was a limit to human resistance and she had her share. The annoying thought that his own attitude had pushed her farther to the limits made him...not very proud of himself.
Shaking the feeling away, he opened the mini-bar and found a little bottle of vodka. She needed a drink.
"Have that."
She waited to answer, her nails digging in her palms.
"Leave me alone," she snapped, still not looking at him.
"Do I have to make you?"
She wanted to yell at him not to order her around. She had fallen in that trap before, though, and knew that if she didn't stay calm her emotions would be too strong for her to control. She grabbed the bottle and gulped half of it.
"Satisfied?"
He didn't answer, staring intently at her.
The alcohol burnt her stomach and the bitter taste awoke her senses. The blur she had been in vanished once more, definitely this time, and the shock finally hit her. She tried to think about her duty, about something she'd have to do in order to control her emotions again but her brain refused to work. There was a lump in her throat. She was about to burst into tears. In front of him.
He made her feel vulnerable. If he weren't here she wouldn't feel that weak. She didn't know what to think anymore, she couldn't forget how safe she had felt with his arm around her. Why did he stare at her like this? Like he was worried about her? She'd preferred him to be cruel and sarcastic, so she couldn't fool herself into believing that he cared for her safety. Or for her. Making her want him to comfort her. How could she want comfort from Saitoh Hajime? He was the last person on earth who could give that to her. She was only the toy in his little mind games. She couldn't afford the price of a more complete victory than what he had already gotten.
Why didn't he just leave her alone? She knew that her tears were close, she wasn't sure that she could hold them any longer, but she'd be damned if she broke in front of him or let him know how miserable she felt. Her gaze fell on the bathroom door. Seizing the first stupid pretext that came to her mind, she stood up and walked towards it, hoping that she still sounded controlled enough.
"Thanks, I feel better. I need to take a shower. You can leave."
She didn't wait for an answer and closed the door behind her, swallowing a first sob.
She had tried not to rush but Saitoh could see she was escaping his presence. He wondered once again why he didn't like when she avoided him. He had always thought that seeing her absolutely vulnerable would please him. It didn't, and the realization was not pleasant either. He wished he could still pretend that he wanted to hurt her. He didn't hate her. He didn't despise her. He actually felt like being *nice* to her. Shinomori was obviously not the only one to lose his mind tonight.
She was crying. He could hear faint sobs under the noise of the rushing water. He fought with himself for several minutes and he lit a cigarette, hoping to calm down. He knew what was going to happen if he got close to her. He was oddly disgusted at the thought. Like he had been furious at her at the hospital; when she had assumed that he intended to taunt her. Weakening her without pity, until she fell. Sleeping with her when she was vulnerable. Wasn't that the point of the game? Wasn't that why he had played with her, until she surrendered?
It wasn't about games anymore.
He didn't know what he wanted from her, didn't know why he had started that game to begin with.
He had to leave this room. Stay in the other, and find a way to get over that woman for good. He didn't need anything in life. Only certainties; and he had no more when it came to her.
***
When Tokio came out of the bathroom with the hotel's robe closed around her body, she wasn't feeling better, only empty and ashamed of herself. She had been unable to stop her tears, crying on everything: Soushi, Misao, Enishi and worst of all, on herself. She couldn't believe she let pressure overcome her so easily. She lived on pressure. Yes, she had a lot to go through. But she was used to violence, she had been stalked before, she had had contracts upon her head, she even had been shot once. How come she reacted like a...a...sissy? She sighed. It was all his fault.
He wasn't there anymore. The door of her room was closed. She sighed again and lied on the bed, closing her eyes. She had to rest. As she was falling asleep, images of the dead body in her living began to unroll in her head, followed by the other bodies, Soushi, Misao...She was home, there was somebody watching her...she got closer to the window, and met Seta's mad eyes...
She bolted, fully awake again. The room was hot but she was chilled. She finished the vodka bottle, with no real effect. She went for her cigarette pack and cursed, it was empty. She realized that she hadn't smoked for some time. Maybe that was why she had been so nervous. Yeah, right.
He had some cigarettes...She couldn't go there. She knew what was going to happen.
She wanted it to happen.
She needed comfort, and there was only one way to get that from him.
***
She opened the communication door; steam was escaping from the bathroom. She got in, he was under the shower, the curtain open, and as he had probably felt a presence he was already going for his gun on the tablet. He froze as he saw her.
She untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor, observing his eyes narrowing with desire, his features tensing as he detailed her body.
Saitoh felt the rush of his blood as she stood naked before him. She still had some marks he had made on her milky skin. Her wet, long ebony hair was sticking to her curves. He remembered the feeling of that body beneath his...
She took two steps forward, standing in front of him in the shower, staring into his eyes.
He slowly reached for her, ordering huskily "Go away" at the same time.
"I can't..."she simply answered.
The next second she was pressed against him, his lips were on her neck, his strong arms around her. She liked the feeling of his wet skin, the water running on it like on leather, the smell of it...The water was hot but it felt fresh comparing to the heat that his body was giving to her.
"You shouldn't be here," he murmured, nibbling at her earlobe, trailing his mouth on her jaw.
"I know...I don't care" she uttered, panting as his hands were stroking up and down her waist, brushing the side of her breasts each time.
His lips finally claimed hers, in a ravenous kiss, and in a sigh of surrender she held him closer to her, molding to his hard body. His mouth was ravaging hers, he was violent, she was wild; she felt the taste of blood in her mouth, which only excited her more, as she didn't know if it was hers or his. She was forgetting everything, except for the sensations that his touch was provoking, holding onto him with desperate need, protesting when he pulled off to suck on her neck again, throwing her legs around his waist as he pushed her to the wall.
"I want you...now..."she pleaded, feeling him swelling more against her, he was throbbing, soon he would...
Just like his fantasies, her legs around his waist, her body moving restlessly against his...It was not enough, still. He lifted her but instead of entering, he carried her to the bedroom and rolled on the bed with her.
"Not that fast..." he growled.
He was on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with his legs, containing her helpless moves. She let out a half-sob, she needed him too much...he wanted her too...why didn't he...She stilled as he caressed her wet hair, soothingly, his gaze traveling on her face, resting on her lips. She shivered, it was as if he kissed her with his eyes and the urge she had felt faded away, replaced by a less imperative but deeper yearn.
Her breath was steady again, her eyes locked with the amber orbs. She trembled when she realized what she really wanted from him. She didn't merely want him to take her. There would be no return if she let him know...
"Make love to me," she asked softly, reaching for his cheek with her hand.
Air seized in her lungs at the intensity of his stare. He rubbed his mouth against hers briefly before he lowered his head to taste her breasts, taking one peak in his mouth with deliberate slowness. He curled his tongue around her nipple, savoring the sweet flesh between his lips, teasing the other with one hand. She arched her back, trashing her head, sighing, her hands pressing on his skull in a silent plea for more. He suckled deeply, nibbled lightly with his teeth, getting more and more excited at her wanton reaction. Her skin was so delicate, so fine, and so sensitive to his touch...he got rough, yet she didn't care and was asking for more...she was so perfect.
Her fingers drew the muscles of his torso, of his stomach, lighting a line of little fires along his body. He trailed his mouth to the other peak, shuddering as her hands reached his manhood, caressing it with feather-like touches, only to increase the pressure steadily. He wasn't sure he was going to last if she went on like this...Her little palm rolled on the top of it, and he couldn't repress a groan, letting go of her pale globes to stare into her eyes. She was watching him under her lashes, desire flashing in silver bolts.
She lifted her back off the bed, still stroking him, kneeling in front of him with a seductive smile on her swollen lips. He bent down, his pulse fastening as her hands increased the beat again, and took her bottom lip between his teeth to tug on it. She bit him back and their kiss went wild, they were fighting for control, one of her hands leaving him to wind around his shoulder while he had taken her breast in both his hands, massaging, petting, brushing his thumbs on the peaks, then slowly drifting lower, to her stomach, her bottom...Both of them were unable to shut their moans under the building pressure.
Her desire was overwhelming her again. He was so hard, she felt so empty, she couldn't wait, knowing how good it would feel to have this thick, soft member deep inside her...She drew closer, trying to press herself against him.
He gripped her waist to stop her. He knew that she wanted to have it now, to make him so aroused that he would have no choice but take her or die.
"I said not that fast," he warned, bemused, seeing the silver eyes shining in frustration. He gasped as her nails dug in his wounded shoulder. She looked confused for a moment then smiled again, wickedly, as she trailed slowly her lips and her tongue on the bruise with enough pressure to hurt him, her thumb drawing carelessly little circles on his tip at the same time. The combination of pleasure and pain made him close his eyes and jerk his head back.
"Maybe you should know what you do to me...what you did to me the other morning," she suggested, her voice a soft threat.
He let her pull him back on the bed and she went on exploring his body, laying open-mouthed, wet kisses down, languidly, until she reached the hard planes of his stomach, his navel, making his muscles clench tightly.
When she reached his member, she had him tied up with anticipation. She didn't touch him immediately. She gazed at his face and smiled again. "Maybe you'll be more understanding afterwards..." And she scooted her head, placing soft kisses on his tip. He tightened his fists. Her tongue replaced her lips, licking teasingly, it was not enough for him and the relief that seized him when she closed her mouth around him didn't last, as she was only taking the red head in, that was blissfully good but it wasn't enough either. Each appeasing suckle was followed by a quick lap on the top, each time he expected relief only to be teased more. She was driving him mad; he barely resisted the urge to pull on her head so she'd take him deeper. When he let out groans of pleasure, she stopped her heavenly aching caress to lick his full length, up and down, her tongue rolling on the head, sending shivers through his whole body. He was sweating, loosing control as she tortured him with the promise for more.
"Go on," he ordered, panting.
Tokio wasn't sure she could get more than that from him. He wouldn't beg. She liked his taste, she wanted more too, more of that power over him. She finally took him fully in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the throbbing head, the moves of her hands completing the rhythm of her lips.
Saitoh gritted his teeth under her onslaught. God she was good, after her wicked playing he couldn't get enough of her caresses, her lips, her hot little tongue, her wet mouth...It was pure bliss, the pressure so strong that he wasn't sure he could control his release...His body was on fire, and she kept on teasing the flames. He tried to reach her, but his breath was too ragged for him to talk, his tension to high for him to move.
"I'm..."
She just sent a quick look at him, and went on, faster...deeper...her mouth was so tight...he couldn't get harder, he couldn't take it...
He exploded finally, his body rippling with ecstasy as he spilled himself into her mouth.
Still panting, he felt her settling next to him, her arms on his chest, her head resting on them. He opened his eyes to meet very satisfied silver ones.
She sighed. "I guess I have to wait a little while to get what I want..."
"I'm not sure. I tend to behave no better than a teenager with you," he groaned. "Maybe you can have the good sides of it too."
Pride, nothing else, she thought. She didn't care. She bent to whisper in his ear. "I wanted it. I wanted you to lose control because that's exactly how you make me feel."
He turned his head to take her lips again, the now familiar need renewing with abnormal speed as he reached between her legs and felt how wet she was, as she was moaning under his bold touch...
"Not like this, Hajime...not alone..."she murmured between two hot, long kisses.
The light in her eyes...sweet...she was sweet and delicious and she wanted to be his...
He reluctantly started to stand up, but she held onto him, her head buried on the crook of his shoulder.
"I'm sure I'm clean. Are you?"
Placing his hands on her neck, he tilted her head back to meet again her clear eyes. He nodded slowly.
She smiled, a soft, warming smile, which filled his mind and captured him. This smile was for him...she was for him, only...
He rolled on top of her, cradled between her long, smooth legs, his hands still cupping her face, stroking her cheeks, enjoying the feeling of the velvet skin under his palms.
She sighed when he flexed his hips to enter her. He was closely watching her face; he wanted to remember every second of it. There was nothing between her skin and his...He penetrated her slowly, so slowly, inch by inch, savoring the softness of her warmth, the mix of pleasure and tension spreading on her face, the desire in her silver pools. He was halfway...
"Hajime..." she pleaded softly
"Do you want me? Say it..." he urged, going just a little farther. His own restraint was killing him, his whole body was rigid and painful with it, but he was driven by a deeper need.
"I want you...so much..."she whispered, one hand brushing lightly the rebel strands of hair falling on his face.
He controlled the mad impulse provoked by her answer, her tender touch, and he went on slowly until he was completely sheathed into her, until she let out a soft cry...
"Say you're mine..." His own voice was almost a plea.
"I'm yours...all yours...Take me, Hajime..."she answered, eyes clouding with need.
Sliding his tongue into her mouth he moved slowly, shivering as her walls tightened around him. She felt like heaven... Her arms were gripping his shoulders, the stinging of her nails on his bruised skin contrasting with the smoothness of her, and though he was going to die with the overwhelming sensations, he still compelled himself not to rush. She was whimpering in his mouth, he was doing that to her...

He had her bucking against him, he had her clutching to him, he had her...The idea made his control snap; he quickened his moves, she became more and more incontrollable, writhing restlessly, closing her legs around his back, accompanying each stroke, trying to take him deeper...Her response was driving him crazy.
He slid his hand between them, teasing her more, wanting her to be as close to madness as he was. She cried out, breaking the kiss, burying her head in his neck...He hadn't expected such a strong reaction, it was too early, she had to come with him...she didn't want to be alone...He felt her teeth sinking in his flesh, it hurt just a little, but enough for a red screen to blur his eyes, for his desire to take control of his mind.
"I'm coming soon...wait for me...mine..." he breathed into her ear.
He was thrusting violently now, his hand rough on her swollen bud, she cried out again, he went frantic, her desperate sobs exciting him to the point where he wasn't aware of anything but her so feminine, welcoming body beneath him...
"Oh...Hajime...don't leave me again...HAJIME!"
They found release almost at the same time, her scream mixing with his, their bodies tightly entwined, rolling together in the flow of their common bliss, their lips blindly joining and holding on to each other even in the aftermath of the storm.
***
Saitoh was the first to wake up. He didn't repress a satisfied smirk as he felt her arms around him, although it vanished when he realized that he was holding her possessively by the waist. This time he couldn't pretend that he wasn't affected.
His life was duty and he had never let anything or anybody come into the way, distract his mind. Nothing else mattered. He still rented his apartment because he refused any string attached to him. He wasn't even sure that he would have befriended Okita unless they had been partners. If he wanted a woman he took her to bed, for a night or several when the opportunity presented itself. He had always left when they had asked for more, tried to involve him in a relationship or just to know him. He had never wanted any of them to call his name or talk to him during sex. Never let them take control of his senses, less his mind. Never had thought of them as "his". And certainly never kissed them until they fell asleep afterwards.
He looked at her sleeping face. For the first time, he allowed himself to think how beautiful she was. His eyes were drinking the sight of her delicate, resting features, the aristocratic arc of her eyebrows, the sensuous curve of her raspberry pink lips, the thick lashes resting on her high cheekbones...Not only he had wanted, but he had needed from her what he had always refused from all the others. He had needed to hear her asking him to make love to her, calling his name, telling him how he made her feel. He didn't want to merely have her but to possess her.
Had he always felt that this would happen? Probably. Okita had told him he was unfair to her several times. True, he admitted finally. But it was safer to think that he just despised her. When did he make the first mistake? The first time he kissed her, surely. Or maybe earlier, when he let his dislike growing into hate. He had always felt that getting closer to her in any way was dangerous for him, but he had lately forgotten that hate established a connection that despise didn't. And now she was lying in his arms and he wanted her to stay there. He didn't know what he felt towards her anymore.
He had been worried about her last night. That wasn't good...
Well. He was, in some way, caring for her, and didn't mind having a certain intimacy with her.
It was the first time that it happened to him, it was bothering, but it was not *that* bad.
Accepting it would make it easier to control. They could have a little affair, then they would get tired of it and resume to a professional relation, probably less tensed once all that would be behind them.
She stirred, smiling. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed at him for a while, a cautious expression appearing on her face.
He reached for his cigarette pack and his lighter.
"That's what I came for in the first place..."she grinned, taking the cigarette he was offering to her.
He put the ashtray on the bed next to them.
"I hope you're not too disappointed," he answered, sarcastic.
"Mmm..." She savored the first puff. Was there something better than smoking after sex? Apart from sex with Saitoh...
She finished her cigarette, wondering what to do. They had been so close, too close. Was he going to end things here? A part of her hoped he would, because she was unable to. The other part was afraid he would. She tried to decipher his expression.
He raised a brow at her silent question, bent to give her a quick kiss, and resumed smoking.
She rested her head on his shoulder, trying not to smile.
She felt good, she felt safe. Last night's fears and events appeared like a faraway nightmare. She had never asked, never needed, never even thought of being comforted by any man she had been with. And certainly never imagined that *he* could make her feel that way. Being with him was different...it could last, maybe...
Was she mad?
They could have a short affair, no more. They were working together; they were too different. Oh, they couldn't pretend to hate each other anymore, still they didn't like each other. She couldn't believe that she was ready to have feelings for him just because sex with him was amazing. Her stupid crush, due to her present weakness, was going to disappear after a few weeks of routine. The word "denial" popped in her thoughts. Shut up.
"Once it's over, it will probably be easier to work together," she forced herself to say.
She was sensible about that too. Good, he thought, stopping there his moronic introspection, which suggested that her detached comment bothered him.
To be continued...

Author's notes:

Thanks to Mara for her so many corrections of this chapter!

Precisions: I indulged again, Saitoh is too much like Superman (IRL, don't expect this kind of performances too often, especially from a 35 years old). Sorry (^-^). This is only a fiction...this is why they also give up on condoms so fast. Of course, blood tests are to be done before stopping the use of condom with one stable partner (and another kind of contraception is necessary to avoid any unwanted pregnancy). This is maybe too politically correct, but these issues are too important, I don't want to spread false ideas or encourage dangerous behaviors. Bear with me please (^-^).
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