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True Gifts Lemony Fresh Extra	By : Rissa2878 Category: Rurouni Kenshin > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

‘She’s been drugged. There’s nothing I can give her now that they’re in her system to counteract it and I’m not even sure what she was given. She’s crying for help that I can’t give her… Oh Misao, what have you done?’

Aoshi’s head snapped up as a bout of thrashing ensued on the bed before him. Misao’s hands were once again tugging on the remainder of her clothes, baring her legs to his hungry eyes. Aoshi’s gaze traveled up their length, leaving him dreading and needing what he would find.

Misao’s legs were daintily encased in tall, light blue stockings. They conformed to her slim calves and stretched over her knees to boldly encase her thighs in a tight embrace. At their ends were two frilly confections that seemed to be holding the stockings in place. Their motion entranced Aoshi as the young woman thrashed again.

It took all of his remaining self control not to get up and go to her, but the sight of the wanton girl before him surpassed all of the dreams he’d denied himself for the past few months. Aoshi’s attention was abruptly draw away from further exploration of her womanly secrets as Misao started to whimper when the tingling in her body began to spread out from her center like icy needles.

Aoshi watched in fascination as a trail of goosebumps became visible through the sheer fabric of her under-kimono. His eyes trailed upward, locking on the dark pewter of her nipples as they pressed against the thin fabric. Misao’s back arched as if she was so sensitive she even felt the heated caress of his eyes.

Shaking his head, Aoshi tried to free himself from the haze of lust, which hung about the room. It was only then that he realized Misao was calling his name. He leaned forward to crawl toward her futon.

“Aoshi-sama, please make it stop! Make it stop! I hurt!” Inside, Aoshi was being torn apart by her frantic pleas for a help he could not give. ‘Misao, forgive me, I can’t… I… We… I’m sorry.’

Falling to his side on the floor next to the futon, Aoshi lay his cheek against the rough tatami mats, desperately hoping the drugs would wear off soon. Deep within, he knew that the effects had only just begun to set in. For the rest of the night Misao would be a slave of her bodily desires, tortured by lack of fulfillment.

Reaching out he clasped one of her small hands with his own, wincing at the fevered heat of her skin against his palm. Misao quieted for a bit as Aoshi stroked her hand gently with his thumb, but soon she was overwhelmed by the fire in her body once again and tried vainly to tug him closer.

“Misao… You don’t know what you’re asking me for…” Aoshi offered in a quiet plea.

“Aoshi-sama, please!” Aoshi’s breath caught in his throat as Misao opened her eyes to look directly into his own. For a single moment the drugs appeared to have left and sanity once again reclaimed as she made her cry for help. In the next, she was thrashing against the covers again. Aoshi stared at her in a dumbfounded daze.

‘Does she know what she’s asked me for? Does she really want me to do this….? Misao...’

Aoshi felt trapped. It was the only way he could describe the panic that overtook him as he looked upon Misao. Underneath the panic was a much stronger emotion, need.

He needed her like he’d never needed anything in his life. The soft fire that raged within Misao seemed to be the only thing that could lift the chill from his icy heart. The heat that enveloped him, even from several feet away, was what sustained him. Before Aoshi had realized it, he was sliding across the floor to hold her.

Misao squirmed and whimpered as Aoshi’s arm wrapped around her oversensitive skin. He pulled back abruptly and lay a gentle hand on the soft expanse of her stomach. Misao’s body seemed to come alive as she trembled under his touch.

He’d waited too long; the narcotics had made it nigh impossible to touch her without causing pain due to the intensity to which her skin was sensitized. Very carefully, Aoshi stripped Misao’s clothes back from her body, trying his hardest not to notice the delectable sight of her breasts as they tightened under the onslaught of the chilled air. He tried not to notice the way her thighs parted in invitation as he sat up to remove her stockings, baring her secrets to his eyes.

However, Aoshi’s body betrayed him. He could feel the weight of his member pulsing in anticipation. As the smell of her reached his nose, his nostrils flared in response to the heady scent, which lured him in as surely as any bee to honey.

His hands slipped up the length of her legs of their own accord, stopping to thread underneath the frilly garters that had so delighted him. He dragged them down her legs, his breath catching as Misao arched with his movements, pushing herself closer.

Finally, he was able to remove the confections. Bringing one of the soft accessories to his face, he inhaled deeply as the lace tickled his nose. Aoshi looped it around his wrist and turned his attention back to the semi-conscious Misao. She was still creening his name, but where the cry had been painful before, now it was reduced to a simpering entreaty of longing.

Placing a hand on either of her knees, Aoshi sunk down into the cradle of her thighs, resting his head on her breast. Misao shuddered in response, instantly bucking under his weight, but Aoshi’s body was an immovable force upon her.

They lay like that for many moments as Aoshi fought with himself over what he was about to do. He knew that she would not remember anything the next morning, but he would. ‘Will I be able to face her bright smile tomorrow? '

'Misao, if I do this I’ll have slipped even further into the evil I created for myself…’ As he contemplated his choices, Aoshi slowly rubbed his cheek against Misao’s breast, absently noting the tightening of her nipple from the slow caress. Misao’s hand came up to tangle in his hair, stroking his head, as his skin rubbed against her own.

“Misao… please don’t hate me for this.” Aoshi sighed the words against her in guilty resignation. Tilting his head back he captured the nipple he had teased into life with his lips, eliciting a cry from Misao.

Her body convulsed as he slowly tugged the hard nub into his mouth, nipping her lightly with his teeth before bathing the peak with the slick heat of his tongue. The hand tangled in his hair clenched, tugging forcefully. Aoshi freed her captive breast only to wage a small war against its twin with his fingers, squeezing and pinching a reaction out of it. As it hardened beneath his touch, he followed up with his mouth, suckling her.

Misao was unable to control the fierce moan that broke free from her. Aoshi raised his head instantly and claimed her lips, hoping dearly that she hadn’t woken the entire household. He shifted his body to the side to free her to his touch.

Wedging a thigh between Misao’s, Aoshi held her hips down with his hand to keep her from bucking as he kissed her. Misao was beyond the point of control. She was making noises even as his tongue delved into her mouth. He couldn’t wait any longer or she would be screaming.

The hand at her hip moved to cup her upper thigh, pausing for a moment before moving on. When Aoshi’s fingers found her at last, she was damp with anticipation. She moaned loudly at his first touch.

Aoshi cursed softly before lifting her head onto his arm so he could wrap his other hand around her mouth. Sliding a finger down the moist valley of her sex, he dipped it into her wellspring. She clenched instantly around him, her back arching off the bed as a stifled cry echoed softly in the chamber. Removing his digit carefully, he sought out the radius of her passion.

The fevered nub pulsed against his fingers as Misao’s hips rotated against the subtle pressure he applied. Ever so slowly, he began to rub the pad of his finger against her, biting his lip to keep from claiming her completely. Misao’s cries magnified and Aoshi was forced to clamp a hand over her mouth tightly as he worked his fingers between her legs.

Misao was breathing heavily from her exertions. With one last buck against him, she arched into his hand and shuddered. Aoshi waited many moments for her harsh breathing to calm but as he finally removed his hand from her mouth he was startled to find that it was he who was breathing so hard.

Only then did he realize how tight his normally comfortable pants felt, or that his head hurt where Misao had tugged out a few of his hairs in her fevered abandon. The sensation was small next to the overwhelming pressure of his sex as it throbbed against his leg. Resting his face against Misao’s shoulder, he forced his body to calm. It was agonizing being so close to the object of his desire and not able to claim her.

For the moment Misao was still, her face replete with satisfaction. Aoshi knew she would stay that way for only a few moments before the vicious cycle began to repeat itself. He rested his torrid mind for the time, trying his best not to think about the situation. Beside him Misao murmured. Sighing, Aoshi looked up to regard her face, his hand absently stroking her stomach.

So much had changed in their relationship over the last few weeks. Misao had argued with him constantly to see her as an adult, never knowing how much Aoshi had already seen and refused to acknowledge for fear he might regret it.

Looking at her now, he wondered if he’d be able to live without her if ever she actually did give up on him. Silently, he hoped that she wouldn’t but broke off the thought as quickly as it surfaced. ‘Misao needs a life with someone who can bring her happiness. Someone who can smile without the fear of his soul ripping him apart. A man who can lov….’ Letting the words in his mind drift away, Aoshi brushed his lips over Misao’s mouth. It parted under the light touch and Aoshi seized the opportunity to taste her again.

Dipping his tongue into her mouth he elicited a small sigh from her as she twined her arms around his back. Aoshi deepened the kiss and coaxed the weary Misao to return the sensual caress of his tongue as he nipped her lower lip. He continued his exploration, nuzzling her neck and leaving a trial of kisses and bites down her neck. The skin of her neck was soft and fragrant, reminding him vaguely of a field of fresh flowers. Aoshi breathed her in and kissed a path to her chest, stopping to bury his face in the small valley of her breasts.

Misao’s body had burned with desire a few minutes before. Now as the air cooled her she began to shiver, a trail of goosebumps surfaced in the wake of Aoshi’s hair as it brushed softly against her skin. Reaching her arms up Misao attempted to pull the warmth she sought higher, to cover her body again. The warm spot seemed to be resisting as it created even more goosebumps across her abdomen. Misao protested with a groan through her drugged haze.

Stifling a small growl of frustration Aoshi wrapped his body around her again. His dark, woolen Ninja gear was a stark contrast to the silver glow of Misao’s skin reminding Aoshi of the Chinese symbol of Ying and Yang. Only in this version, the positions of light and dark had been reversed and darkness was about to swallow the light. Aoshi smiled cynically and moved to rise. He had a long night ahead of him, the more time he spent away from Misao the safer they both were from the other. Picking up a blanket from the corner of the room Aoshi tucked Misao in and retreated to his vigil from the foot of her futon.
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