Blanket Scenario: Aoshi and Misao
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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7,994
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4
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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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This is part 4 of my Blanket Sceneario! I have to say that the little scene in this is much more graphic and steamy than the rest of it put together. This is one of my favorite scenes, the emotions expressed in this part were exactly what I needed the characters to have, a sense of completion. I left part 5 for the wrap-up and reality check. I hope you enjoy this last bit of steamy before the end of my Blanket Scenario!!!
As always, I have a few ppl to thank:
Hiko- For moral support! And the helping hand.
Nicky- For putting up with my complaining again!
Naga- For a good read! Thanks for the imput!
And another friend, Adam- For the honest, outside male opinion.
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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 4
Brain Child of Miss_Led
“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…..”
He 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? The cold patter of her tears drummed against his neck as she trembled softly in his grasp. ‘I’m tired of her tears! Why must I always be the cause of her pain!’ His insides twisted as he swallowed the knot in his own throat. The gentle cage of his arms tightened around her as he clasped her, unable to hold back the tide of his emotions any longer.
When he spoke, his voice against her chest was rough from emotion, “Misao, I don’t want to ever hurt you again or cause you pain. I’ve been a fool for too many years and I’ve broken your heart so many times I’ve lost count. I don’t know how you ever forgave me. I still can’t forgive myself for some of the things I’ve done to you. When I fought with Himura-san the last time, when I was twisted with revenge and evil for what happened to the others, he explained to me the error of my thinking. He told me that I had lost my way, and was dishonoring the other members of the Oniwabanshu name...and that you had asked him to bring me back to you.
“I went berserk and attacked him; he didn't even defend himself. And in the instant that he struck me with his Ama Kakeru Ryuu no Hirameki, he showed me my mistakes. He showed me that I was not only dishonoring them, but also dishonoring you and everything you believed in, everything you lived for. It stuck a chord so deep that I can still feel the pain of that truth even now, and it was what woke me up from the darkness...you saved my life, and I love you for that. I think I did from the first time those big blue eyes of yours looked into mine so many years ago. Even then you didn’t know what was good for you, as soon as you could walk you became my shadow, my redemption.” Misao’s tears has stopped, her trembling ceased as well.
Aoshi’s body was taunt next to her own, as he awaited her response. She pushed back on him lightly raising his head. Aoshi’s face was drawn and his eyes were distraught. Misao’s breath caught in her throat as she looked upon him. ‘He just told me! After all these years could it be true? Oh, Aoshi-sama!!!’ Misao’s eyes glistened with tears of joy. Before they could spill over Aoshi slid upwards to gently kiss them away. “Aoshi-sama!” Unable to say more Misao pulled him close and kissed him softly. He returned the caress and deepened it. He hadn’t been discouraged when she had not stated her own feelings, he knew the truth of them all too well. He could wait until she was ready to tell him herself. Until then, they had the rest of the night.
Aoshi broke the kiss and grinned. Misao’s eyes widened in shock and she gasped audibly. Tentatively reaching a hand up to his face, she traced the curve of his lips. “Aoshi……” It was more of a sigh then a word, but it made his eyes flash and dance in joy. He sucked her finger into his mouth and nibbled on the tip, she tugged gently to retrieve her digit, but his teeth closed around it, refusing to let go. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at her finger caught in his mouth and he could tell she was thinking of retaliation. He sucked hard to get her attention again. She looked up at him sharply; her body was tingling again. She didn’t know it would thirst for his touch so soon after their first encounter.
Aoshi saw her eyes change color to a darker blue. He knew what it meant and his body responded with a fierce vengeance. ‘Kami-sama, I think I’ve unearthed a monster! And I am certainly going to have the time of my life keeping her happy.’ He shifted slightly to remove his weight from her body again. Misao followed his movements and found herself straddling his hips, looking down on him from above. She blinked several times in rapid succession as she wondered what he wanted her there for. “Aoshi-sama?” She earned a flinch from him as she spoke. They were in one of the most intimate positions known to man and she was still being formal. He swatted her hand away as she reached down to caress his face.
Misao knew she’d done something that upset him. She was almost certain it had happened when she said his name. ‘Misao no baka! Aoshi-sama, iie! Aoshi just professed his love to you and here you are being distant. He wants to be close to me, right now it means in every way we can.’ Misao leaned forward to rest her head on his chest. Unconsciously, Aoshi reached up to thread his fingers though the silken curtain of her hair. “Sumen, Aoshi. I don’t want there to be any distance between us, if I say –sama it’s out of habit.” She felt a tug on the back of her neck and looked up to meet his glowing eyes.
“Arigatou, Misao.” And with that he kissed her with every ounce of passion hidden in his soul, his hands roaming over her body, toying with her most intimate parts as he readied her for another bout of passion. It didn’t take long until she was panting above him, her nails digging into his chest like a cat kneading his skin. Her heart was beating frantically underneath the palm which cupped her breast. He could feel her wetness against him. Aoshi was burning to have her, but this time he would let Misao do the taking.
Misao looked down at him as he coaxed the smoldering embers of her desire back into a raging inferno. She knew he was waiting for her to do something but she wasn’t quite sure what. She got her answer when he pulled her hips down to grind her sex against his own. She knew he was ready for her the moment she had straddled him and, if anything, his member had only seemed to pulse harder every minute. She leaned forward and reached behind her to take him in her hand. With his help she fitted him inside of her then slowly sank down upon his length.
She felt a curious bolt of pleasure slam though her nervous system before she even got halfway down. The pleasure only got more intense the more of him she took in. The first time had been earth shattering, but his fullness inside of her now was magnified tenfold by her position. Misao could feel every inch of him in startling detail. Aoshi’s hands clasped her thighs, his fingers grasping her soft flesh as he fought for control again. He didn’t know why but being with Misao like this made him test the limits of his restraint, and he found himself losing the battle time and again. This time he was determined to take it slow, to let her do things at her own pace.
Misao seated herself to the hilt upon him. Her inner muscles quivered in response to the welcomed invasion of her body. Aoshi’s hands snuck up to her hips again and shifted her against him. Misao moaned as a shard of ecstasy seemed to billow outward from where they were joined. She squeezed her thighs and lifted herself against him. Dropping back down a few inches to be lovingly impaled once more. Aoshi’s hips flexed upward to meet hers before they came to rest again on the floor. Both he and Misao were breathing hard, not from exertion but from desire.
Misao rocked her body against his and found an even more pleasurable sensation as the center of her passion ground itself against his pelvic bone. Her muscles took to pulsing around his flesh and Aoshi pumped his hips upward in a swirling motion as she rode him. Misao’s head rolled back and she braced herself by reaching back to place a hand on his thigh. The other rested on his forearm as he pulled her hips back and forth in time with his motions.
Within minutes Misao was writhing against him uncontrollably, searching for more of him. Aoshi obliged and pulled her head down to rest on his shoulder. His knees came up as he braced his feet against the futon; his arms closed like steel bands around her as he moved in long deeps strokes within her. Misao moaned incoherently, the pleasure too intense to focus on anything but the feel of him. She worked herself free if his grip so she could rest her elbows on either side of his head to support her weight. With that accomplished, she arched her back and began to slide herself against him in time with his strokes.
Misao could think of nothing but him and the sensations he was causing her to feel. Her eyes opened when his motions slowed. She looked down to find Aoshi’s face twisted into a grimace. “Aoshi!! Did I hurt you?” The words were panicked as she pushed out of his strong arms to sit back, the motion sliding him all the way into her depths again. Aoshi groaned as his body was wracked by a shudder. Misao rested back from him, waiting for a response. She was more then a little scared by his reaction.
“Misao……” The word came out in a raspy voice as Aoshi’s head rolled upward, his shoulders arched off the mat and rivets of sweat poured off his body. He was breathing hard, like it was difficult for him to take in air. Misao was just about to move off of him, when his hands reached up to firmly hold her in place. Her muscles tightened spasmodically around him and he gasped, “Misao I can’t hold back any longer!” Understanding finally dawned, the girl smiled and leaned forward. Pulling his head up to her own, she kissed him hard as if to punish him.
“Baka! I don’t want you to hold back, Aoshi. I love you. No matter what you do, I’ll always be there beside you. I want to always be there to hold you in my arms after the day is through. Make love to me.” Aoshi had stopped breathing the second she had started to talk, his eyes were wide with wonder as the words she spoke finally reached him. ‘She told me!!!’ His inner child paused in awe, the more passionate man within registered the words /make love to me/ and set forth to make sure they were both blissfully happy before he was through.
His mouth placed a small kiss in the center of her forehead as they held each other for a few minutes. But the forces of desire raging through their bodies would not let them rest for long. Within a short period of time Misao was leaning back, permitting Aoshi’s hands to explore her body again as she moved upon him. This time the motion was slow and languorous, almost lazy. It only made the feeling that much sweeter to the both of them as their passion built to it’s previous blaze.
Then, with their arms around one another, the all-consuming light overtook them once again, but this time they were there together as each held the other captive with their eyes. As the tremors in their bodies subsided, Misao fell to Aoshi’s chest and into a deep slumber. They stayed like that for many minutes until Aoshi felt her shiver. The air in the cabin, though heated from their exertions, was still very chilly. He carefully eased himself out from under Misao and set her down next to him. She mumbled in her sleep, throwing her arms around his neck.
Fumbling around for the blanket, Aoshi threw it over them for the third time that evening and wove his limbs together with Misao’s wrapping them in an intimate cocoon of protective warmth. He watched her for a few moments longer as her breathing finally clamed and she lapsed into dreams, snuggling closer. “Aishiteru, Aoshi-anata…..” The words made him smile as he too drifted off into the waiting arms of slumber.
<|><|><|>-Collective warm fuzzy sigh-<|><|><|>
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Author's Notes: I wasn't intending for this to be round two but it sort of happened when I sat down to write this. I got stuck in all of the emotional stuff cause I'm not good at writing it. I think I sort of copped out on that. Many thanks to Hiko for giving me a few lines of spontaneous inspiration that got me over the hurdle, -hugs-. As for the emotional content, I think I did a very good job of blending it with the physical. You'll see the development is more subtle in the next chapter, but Aoshi and Misao are very touchy feely AND emotional.
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This is part 4 of my Blanket Sceneario! I have to say that the little scene in this is much more graphic and steamy than the rest of it put together. This is one of my favorite scenes, the emotions expressed in this part were exactly what I needed the characters to have, a sense of completion. I left part 5 for the wrap-up and reality check. I hope you enjoy this last bit of steamy before the end of my Blanket Scenario!!!
As always, I have a few ppl to thank:
Hiko- For moral support! And the helping hand.
Nicky- For putting up with my complaining again!
Naga- For a good read! Thanks for the imput!
And another friend, Adam- For the honest, outside male opinion.
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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 4
Brain Child of Miss_Led
“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…..”
He 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? The cold patter of her tears drummed against his neck as she trembled softly in his grasp. ‘I’m tired of her tears! Why must I always be the cause of her pain!’ His insides twisted as he swallowed the knot in his own throat. The gentle cage of his arms tightened around her as he clasped her, unable to hold back the tide of his emotions any longer.
When he spoke, his voice against her chest was rough from emotion, “Misao, I don’t want to ever hurt you again or cause you pain. I’ve been a fool for too many years and I’ve broken your heart so many times I’ve lost count. I don’t know how you ever forgave me. I still can’t forgive myself for some of the things I’ve done to you. When I fought with Himura-san the last time, when I was twisted with revenge and evil for what happened to the others, he explained to me the error of my thinking. He told me that I had lost my way, and was dishonoring the other members of the Oniwabanshu name...and that you had asked him to bring me back to you.
“I went berserk and attacked him; he didn't even defend himself. And in the instant that he struck me with his Ama Kakeru Ryuu no Hirameki, he showed me my mistakes. He showed me that I was not only dishonoring them, but also dishonoring you and everything you believed in, everything you lived for. It stuck a chord so deep that I can still feel the pain of that truth even now, and it was what woke me up from the darkness...you saved my life, and I love you for that. I think I did from the first time those big blue eyes of yours looked into mine so many years ago. Even then you didn’t know what was good for you, as soon as you could walk you became my shadow, my redemption.” Misao’s tears has stopped, her trembling ceased as well.
Aoshi’s body was taunt next to her own, as he awaited her response. She pushed back on him lightly raising his head. Aoshi’s face was drawn and his eyes were distraught. Misao’s breath caught in her throat as she looked upon him. ‘He just told me! After all these years could it be true? Oh, Aoshi-sama!!!’ Misao’s eyes glistened with tears of joy. Before they could spill over Aoshi slid upwards to gently kiss them away. “Aoshi-sama!” Unable to say more Misao pulled him close and kissed him softly. He returned the caress and deepened it. He hadn’t been discouraged when she had not stated her own feelings, he knew the truth of them all too well. He could wait until she was ready to tell him herself. Until then, they had the rest of the night.
Aoshi broke the kiss and grinned. Misao’s eyes widened in shock and she gasped audibly. Tentatively reaching a hand up to his face, she traced the curve of his lips. “Aoshi……” It was more of a sigh then a word, but it made his eyes flash and dance in joy. He sucked her finger into his mouth and nibbled on the tip, she tugged gently to retrieve her digit, but his teeth closed around it, refusing to let go. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at her finger caught in his mouth and he could tell she was thinking of retaliation. He sucked hard to get her attention again. She looked up at him sharply; her body was tingling again. She didn’t know it would thirst for his touch so soon after their first encounter.
Aoshi saw her eyes change color to a darker blue. He knew what it meant and his body responded with a fierce vengeance. ‘Kami-sama, I think I’ve unearthed a monster! And I am certainly going to have the time of my life keeping her happy.’ He shifted slightly to remove his weight from her body again. Misao followed his movements and found herself straddling his hips, looking down on him from above. She blinked several times in rapid succession as she wondered what he wanted her there for. “Aoshi-sama?” She earned a flinch from him as she spoke. They were in one of the most intimate positions known to man and she was still being formal. He swatted her hand away as she reached down to caress his face.
Misao knew she’d done something that upset him. She was almost certain it had happened when she said his name. ‘Misao no baka! Aoshi-sama, iie! Aoshi just professed his love to you and here you are being distant. He wants to be close to me, right now it means in every way we can.’ Misao leaned forward to rest her head on his chest. Unconsciously, Aoshi reached up to thread his fingers though the silken curtain of her hair. “Sumen, Aoshi. I don’t want there to be any distance between us, if I say –sama it’s out of habit.” She felt a tug on the back of her neck and looked up to meet his glowing eyes.
“Arigatou, Misao.” And with that he kissed her with every ounce of passion hidden in his soul, his hands roaming over her body, toying with her most intimate parts as he readied her for another bout of passion. It didn’t take long until she was panting above him, her nails digging into his chest like a cat kneading his skin. Her heart was beating frantically underneath the palm which cupped her breast. He could feel her wetness against him. Aoshi was burning to have her, but this time he would let Misao do the taking.
Misao looked down at him as he coaxed the smoldering embers of her desire back into a raging inferno. She knew he was waiting for her to do something but she wasn’t quite sure what. She got her answer when he pulled her hips down to grind her sex against his own. She knew he was ready for her the moment she had straddled him and, if anything, his member had only seemed to pulse harder every minute. She leaned forward and reached behind her to take him in her hand. With his help she fitted him inside of her then slowly sank down upon his length.
She felt a curious bolt of pleasure slam though her nervous system before she even got halfway down. The pleasure only got more intense the more of him she took in. The first time had been earth shattering, but his fullness inside of her now was magnified tenfold by her position. Misao could feel every inch of him in startling detail. Aoshi’s hands clasped her thighs, his fingers grasping her soft flesh as he fought for control again. He didn’t know why but being with Misao like this made him test the limits of his restraint, and he found himself losing the battle time and again. This time he was determined to take it slow, to let her do things at her own pace.
Misao seated herself to the hilt upon him. Her inner muscles quivered in response to the welcomed invasion of her body. Aoshi’s hands snuck up to her hips again and shifted her against him. Misao moaned as a shard of ecstasy seemed to billow outward from where they were joined. She squeezed her thighs and lifted herself against him. Dropping back down a few inches to be lovingly impaled once more. Aoshi’s hips flexed upward to meet hers before they came to rest again on the floor. Both he and Misao were breathing hard, not from exertion but from desire.
Misao rocked her body against his and found an even more pleasurable sensation as the center of her passion ground itself against his pelvic bone. Her muscles took to pulsing around his flesh and Aoshi pumped his hips upward in a swirling motion as she rode him. Misao’s head rolled back and she braced herself by reaching back to place a hand on his thigh. The other rested on his forearm as he pulled her hips back and forth in time with his motions.
Within minutes Misao was writhing against him uncontrollably, searching for more of him. Aoshi obliged and pulled her head down to rest on his shoulder. His knees came up as he braced his feet against the futon; his arms closed like steel bands around her as he moved in long deeps strokes within her. Misao moaned incoherently, the pleasure too intense to focus on anything but the feel of him. She worked herself free if his grip so she could rest her elbows on either side of his head to support her weight. With that accomplished, she arched her back and began to slide herself against him in time with his strokes.
Misao could think of nothing but him and the sensations he was causing her to feel. Her eyes opened when his motions slowed. She looked down to find Aoshi’s face twisted into a grimace. “Aoshi!! Did I hurt you?” The words were panicked as she pushed out of his strong arms to sit back, the motion sliding him all the way into her depths again. Aoshi groaned as his body was wracked by a shudder. Misao rested back from him, waiting for a response. She was more then a little scared by his reaction.
“Misao……” The word came out in a raspy voice as Aoshi’s head rolled upward, his shoulders arched off the mat and rivets of sweat poured off his body. He was breathing hard, like it was difficult for him to take in air. Misao was just about to move off of him, when his hands reached up to firmly hold her in place. Her muscles tightened spasmodically around him and he gasped, “Misao I can’t hold back any longer!” Understanding finally dawned, the girl smiled and leaned forward. Pulling his head up to her own, she kissed him hard as if to punish him.
“Baka! I don’t want you to hold back, Aoshi. I love you. No matter what you do, I’ll always be there beside you. I want to always be there to hold you in my arms after the day is through. Make love to me.” Aoshi had stopped breathing the second she had started to talk, his eyes were wide with wonder as the words she spoke finally reached him. ‘She told me!!!’ His inner child paused in awe, the more passionate man within registered the words /make love to me/ and set forth to make sure they were both blissfully happy before he was through.
His mouth placed a small kiss in the center of her forehead as they held each other for a few minutes. But the forces of desire raging through their bodies would not let them rest for long. Within a short period of time Misao was leaning back, permitting Aoshi’s hands to explore her body again as she moved upon him. This time the motion was slow and languorous, almost lazy. It only made the feeling that much sweeter to the both of them as their passion built to it’s previous blaze.
Then, with their arms around one another, the all-consuming light overtook them once again, but this time they were there together as each held the other captive with their eyes. As the tremors in their bodies subsided, Misao fell to Aoshi’s chest and into a deep slumber. They stayed like that for many minutes until Aoshi felt her shiver. The air in the cabin, though heated from their exertions, was still very chilly. He carefully eased himself out from under Misao and set her down next to him. She mumbled in her sleep, throwing her arms around his neck.
Fumbling around for the blanket, Aoshi threw it over them for the third time that evening and wove his limbs together with Misao’s wrapping them in an intimate cocoon of protective warmth. He watched her for a few moments longer as her breathing finally clamed and she lapsed into dreams, snuggling closer. “Aishiteru, Aoshi-anata…..” The words made him smile as he too drifted off into the waiting arms of slumber.
<|><|><|>-Collective warm fuzzy sigh-<|><|><|>
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Author's Notes: I wasn't intending for this to be round two but it sort of happened when I sat down to write this. I got stuck in all of the emotional stuff cause I'm not good at writing it. I think I sort of copped out on that. Many thanks to Hiko for giving me a few lines of spontaneous inspiration that got me over the hurdle, -hugs-. As for the emotional content, I think I did a very good job of blending it with the physical. You'll see the development is more subtle in the next chapter, but Aoshi and Misao are very touchy feely AND emotional.