Blanket Scenario: Aoshi and Misao

Disclaimer: This fanfic is based on the story and characters of Rurouni Kenshin, created by Watsuki Nobuhiro. I’m just borrowing his creations for a spell, no copyright infringements were intended. I’m not getting paid for this Kiddies! This is my own private obsession!
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Here is part three. I changed a few things because I wanted there to be more of a sense of true, overwhelming passion. When I read it again, I realized that Aoshi said more in one scene then I think he said in the entire TV series, forgive me if it's out of character but once a dam begins to break the water pushes until it all flows out, there is no way to stop it. I happen to like Aoshi's explanation, but I'm the writer so that's a really big bias! ^_^
By all means, READ THE WARNING!!! THIS IS A GRAPHIC LEMON!!!
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LEMON WARNING: This work of fan fiction contains extreme graphic instances of sexual intercourse. (Well, it's not THAT bad, but I thought you might want to read it more if I said so! *^_~*). If you are underaged, go read something wthout this stuff, if you get easily offened by sexual situations, you had best go and find some less strenuous forms of reading material. What's offered here is lust in a pure and *almost* unadulterated form.
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Blanket Scenario: Aoshi and Misao

Part 3

Brain Child of Miss_Led


“Daijoubu, Aoshi-sama. The pain is going away like you said. It was only bad for a moment.” He was glad to hear her words and kissing her pulse point lightly, he nestled his head into her neck until she was ready to go on. Aoshi moved after only a few seconds. It seemed that he couldn’t keep his hips from shifting the slightest bit to sink further into her warm depths. Misao gasped in his ear, moaning at the added pressure. Aoshi tired his hardest not to move until she was ready but he shifted again unconsciously, seeking to lose himself in the molten fire within her. Misao’s nails scored his shoulders again as her muscles contracted around him, cutting off any further motion and escape.

Aoshi bit her shoulder gently to keep from moaning out loud as a shudder swept his body. Gently freeing her sweet skin, he growled quietly in her ear, “Misao, DON’T do that again! At least, not yet.” Misao giggled underneath him at the tough guy attitude he was putting on, when she knew he wouldn’t move for the world at that moment. Aoshi growled again as Misao’s body rocked against his in time with her laughter. Aoshi groaned and nibbled on her ear, in a half-hearted effort to distract her. He only proceeded to elicit more giggles from her and gave up the effort. She was trying his control, in a minute she’d be learning a whole lot more then she could ever have expected.

He sighed, the motion settling him in her to the hilt. Misao’s muscles contracted again as her tender flesh stretched to accommodate him. She moaned softly as Aoshi moved, seeking to impale herself further upon his staff. Aoshi knew she was almost ready for him. He held himself still as he began to feel her hips rising against his own asking for more of him. In a few minutes Misao was sweating, every few seconds he could feel her muscles close around him, her eyes were slightly glazed and she was biting her bottom lip.

Leaning his head down, Aoshi kissed her softly, slowly withdrawing himself from her heat only to push his way back in with agonizing slowness. Misao looked at him then, her eyes in complete focus. "A-a-oshi-sama! It’s starting again…” She braced her hands against his chest as he levered himself up on his elbows. He moved again this time drawing out even further to plunge back arduously. Misao’s body arched off the futon as she moaned with unsurpressed passion. Aoshi’s head sunk to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it deeply as Misao’s hands crept into his hair, trying to pull him closer.

He reached up to untangle her fingers and leaned back holding himself at arms length though he was still fully sheathed within her. Misao was grinding against him; he withdrew himself entirely so that he would have her full attention. Misao whined in frustration as the object of her fascination was taken from her. She looked up at him reproachfully and placed her hands on his hips urging him back to finish what he had begun.

Aoshi held firm until she looked at him again. The sides of his mouth turned up at the look of total consternation she wore. He gave her a long possessive kiss, looking into her bright eyes as he did so, then retreated to his former position above her to look over her flushed form. “Misao, I told you before that I was going to punish you for tying me up. I think now would be the perfect time to do so.” The side of his mouth tilted wryly. Misao’s face held a wary expression. Aoshi meant to hold her on pins and needles for a moment, it would only make the affect of what he had planned ever better. Misao bent her arms upward from her sides to clasp his wrists as his hands rested on either side of her shoulders.

“Aoshi-sama,” She began in a tenuous tone, “punish me later but I don’t think this is the time…” His eyes twinkled mischievously once again. Misao need only look at him to know that he was enjoying her torment immensely. He shifted his weight to one arm and tweaked her nipple with his free hand, eliciting a squeak from Misao. The hand then swept over swept her body, stopping at the crook of her knee. Curling his fingers around the soft flesh behind her knee, Aoshi lifted her leg over his arm to rest the crook of her knee in the inner curve of his elbow. Slowly, he shifted his weight again to do the same thing with her other leg.

Misao felt like she was being folded in half. Her lower body felt very exposed, the fact was confirmed when Aoshi’s sex took a long unguarded sweep down her unprotected regions to rest its tip within her. Her back arched at the sensation and she wrapped her ankles around his back trying to draw him in further. She could feel every sensation in drastic relief from this position and Aoshi knew it. “Misao, I’m going to use one of the Oniwabanshu’s title techniques to punish you, a revised form of it, of course” His sex slid deeper as he punctuated his next words, “and in a few minutes you won’t care at all. The only thing you’ll know is what you’re feeling.” With those words he started to rock back and forth within her in long deep strokes.

The feeling was incredible. Misao’s eyes closed as she concentrated on his movements, answering him with her writhing body and inner muscles, moaning her delight. Suddenly the pleasure was everywhere, all over her body at once. Her eyes opened to see a blur of Aoshis above her. ‘The Oniwabanshu’s flowing water technique, Kaiten Kenbu!!! He’s using the technique on me!!!!’ Misao pushed her hips up against him as the feeling within her intensified. She wasn’t sure how he had managed to variant the technique to work in this type of situation, but the occurrence was incredible. There was a bit of panic in her but then she remembered his words, ‘Do you ever think I would hurt you physically?’ The thought comforted her and Misao gave herself over to Aoshi completely.

It seemed like he was everywhere at once; his mouth melting her on the outside while his sex burned her from within. She was powerless to stop his takeover of her senses, and like he had predicted, she no longer cared. Aoshi’s body was almost ready to collapse with the forces of his passion. He had expected to teach her a lesson, but he never knew that his lesson would turn in to a double-edged sword. His body was burning up as she took his strokes and returned them with her own impassioned fervor. Misao had given herself to him and, in doing so, had forced Aoshi to do the same with her. He couldn’t take much more.

Misao grabbed his hips as he thrust hard into her, she moved with him taking and returning the action. The friction was almost too much to bear. This was nothing like the first time he had set her body on fire, this new feeling was beyond description. All she could do was cry out and move with him. From what her muddled mind could discern, Aoshi had lost his control as well. They were now nothing more then a blending mass of sensitive flesh, each responding to the tune of the others body.

Then it happened. Aoshi froze above her, sweat pouring off of him, only to thrust into her several times more as his body shuddered. When the final thrust hit her deeply inside, Misao lost her grip on reality as well, giving herself over to the light once more. She felt a molten heat inside of her that made the bliss even better. Aoshi rode wave after wave of pleasure as he felt her shudder again beneath him, around him, making him spend every drop of his passion all for her. He collapsed on top of her breathing heavily, eyes closing softly as he sought a moment’s rest from the real world.

Misao’s arms were crossed in a loose embrace around Aoshi’s shoulders. In the cold air, steam rose from their feverish bodies, cooling them as they lay entwined on the futon. She stirred, at last regaining some semblance of reality once again. Stroking her lover’s brow absently, Misao thought over the happenings only just past. She’d never know that it could be this way between a man and a woman. Of course she’d heard things, yes, but why would she ever believe any of the fanciful tales of being swept away by a man? She loved Aoshi, this was fact. In her reality, she didn’t exist to him, but here in this cabin Aoshi had shown her that to him, she was the only thing real.

Misao didn’t know how to handle the battering of emotions that attacked her as she lay, at last, with her loved one in her arms. He’d known just how to touch her to make her burn and yet she was so unskilled. She wondered then how many had gone before her, if he’d used his ‘punishment’ on many women before her. She knew it was ridiculous to think such things, she had him at last didn’t she?

“Aoshi-sama?” He stirred against her, his eyes blinking open then falling shut. He’d felt her tense up beneath him, but he wasn’t ready to let her pull him away from the bliss of their silent contact just yet. He snuggled his head closer to her own with what little amount of strength he had remaining. Aoshi wasn’t sure he’d be able to move if Misao asked him to. She’d drained him of everything he had and he’d been only too happy to comply. Her hands shook him softly as if trying to wake him from slumber, he wasn’t asleep but he preferred to pretend that he was for the moment. “Ne, Aoshi-sama? You didn’t fall asleep did you???”

Aoshi brow wrinkled slightly, Misao poked him in the side and he groaned loudly. There was a loud indrawn breath and a hastily breathed out reply, “Un-uh.” Aoshi finally managed to hold one eye open for more then a few seconds to look at her. Her brow was furrowed and she was biting her already swollen lower lip. One side of his mouth curved upwards in a lop-sided attempt to grin, he didn’t have the energy to make it a smile. He looked deeply into her eyes and knew she was troubled. Aoshi took a deep breath to gather his strength and rolled off of her. Taking her with him as he moved, he settled her soft body against his own, resting her head against his chest then wrapped an arm around her and proceeded to reach down for the discarded blanket.

He covered them both with it and lazily caressed her back beneath the covering. Misao was thinking about something and it was upsetting her. Aoshi noted that he’d always been able to tell what she was thinking but there was something new to the feeling now, a closeness… intimacy. He smiled inside as the word warmed the dark place in his soul, but his mind still badgered him to find out what was wrong. “Misao, what are you thinking? You’re very quiet…” She started as his words penetrated her thoughts. She was ashamed to be caught dwelling on the past, mainly his.

“N-n-nothing. Nothing at all…..” She was lying and it irked him to know that she would hide something from him after what they had just shared. She felt his arm twitch against her. ‘He knows…’ Misao ducked her head so he could not see her face. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to face the after effects of their joining. There was so much that she didn’t know about him, she knew him better them anyone on earth, but at times Aoshi was still a stranger to her.

Aoshi had enough of her withdrawal from him. He twisted onto his side facing her and turned her chin up to look her in the face. “Misao, tell me what’s wrong. Don’t tell me nothing when I know that you are troubled.” She looked at him in silence her eyes pleading for him not to ask her, his answered her with unwavering calm. She knew she would have to tell him eventually, there was little she could hide from his probing eyes. She sighed deeply, breaking eye contact with him, and rested her forehead on his chest as she sorted her words.

“Aoshi-sama, you seemed like you knew what you were doing very well a little while ago. I don’t know anything.” Aoshi’s eyes narrowed, ‘So that’s it. She’s wondering about my experience and she thinks she isn’t good enough for me! Baka, if anything, I’m not worthy of her.’ He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and pulled her closer as she continued, “It takes years to master the Kaiten Kenbu, your, um, variation would have taken a bit of practice to perfect, ne?”

He almost passed out when she said the last sentence. Did she really think that lowly of him? Aoshi groaned and sat up for the second time that night to turn his back from Misao. This time she didn’t try to comfort him, instead she pulled the blanket more securely around herself as if it was a shield from the words she knew would come. Aoshi had some experience, that was no lie, but from what Misao had just told him, it sounded as if she thought he was the local brothel’s best customer! Aoshi wiped his palm heavily over his face wondering how to explain this to her.

“Misao, I’m not going to lie to you. I have been with other women. It has been a long time. When I was a boy and you were still hiding behind your mother’s skirt, I was a wild tennager. Back then I did a few stupid things, then for some godforsaken reason, Okina saw something in me and decided to make me the Okashira of the Oniwabanshu after your grandfather passed on. I had responsibilities then so I settled down to tackle them; I wasn’t living for just myself anymore, I had to become a rolemodel. I always had a strong link with my fellow omnitsu, but I was the perpetual loner within the group and they would follow me without thinking because I was the only one with a set goal in life. I think this is why Okina chose me.

“But there was also you. I’d made a promise to your grandfather to look after you, I wasn’t expecting for you to end up looking after me, which you have done faithfully for many years. I don’t know what life would be like without you beside me. The little girl whom your grandfather left in my care grew up and now the woman that she is keeps me sane when my sorrow threatens to overwhelm me. As for my ‘technique’ I’ve never used it before the way I used it tonight. I’ve never before felt a need so overwhelming to please another as I have with you.” He stopped then to finally turn and look at her. Misao’s fingers were fisted into the blanket her knuckles white with the strain of her hold. Her head was down and shadows hid her face from his view. “Misao…..”

Aoshi leaned down to her, wrapping his arms around her to rest his forehead under her chin, she embraced him lightly unsure of the effect of his words. What had he just told her?

<><><><><>Yes!!! What?!? What?!?<><><><><>

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Author's Notes: Can you believe that I'm even biting my nails after reading this section again? Yes! What did Aoshi mean?!!?? Is he finally gonna open up! Mou!!! My Muse won't tell me anything. So there's no teasers for you guys, I'm just going where the words take me......I hope this wasn't too rough and tumble for anyone. I thought it would be neat to have Aoshi adapt one of those, oh-so-nifty, Ninja tricks to the bed life, makes for interesting past-times, ne? Sorry this section is smaller then the other but it is the most important so far.