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Twish's Note: Installment 3!!!! Can I
say I was inspired? *big, wide grin* Although... dark cloud hangs over
the horizon... Yes, I do have a story, this in not all lemons. But this
has probably the most sensitive one. I hope you all like!!!!

I still am so thankful
for all
the reviews and the high votes *blushes
deeply* My readers rock!

Tsuki-san --- Thanks for
the review, sweetie... and for the record... your "Bad Kid" fic on the
other side distracted me so much i could not work at home... I had to
finish it--- please update! :D

PS. I love food, and of
course, architecture, so there's plenty of boEvenEven in the lemons.
o__O They cover a lot of room, what can I say? :D

PPS. I hadn't proofed this very well, so please pipe up if something
needs to be changed, edited, etc. I'm still immersed in work but
somehow this was bubbling out of me and in my excitement, I didn't edit
well.

Suggestions are very
welcome!!! :)

I'm still hoping that...

Everyone who reads this is of age, because
the language is rather basic and Yes, there is a lemon in this chapter
too. So if you are under 1eep eep your childhood a little longer and
don't grow up so fast on us, ok? ;) However... its really up to you :)

Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin and all
characters are never to be mine, just on loan... i solemnly promise not
to use them for greedy means except possibly furthering writing skills.
*wide, gap-toothed grin*

Internal Affairs

Chapter 5 – The Normal Rules Do Not
Apply

Aoshi stepped out of
the shower
and smelled something cooking while he changed into clean clothes. He
smiled. What is she doing now? And that thought
made him frown.

Somehow, in the span of
a few
hours, he felt as if Misao was already a part of his private life. That
was
unacceptable. But it was unavoidable.

What did you expect?
That you could invite her here for a few days and
keep things as they were in your life? Aoshi, you really are either an
asshole
or a blockhead.

Aoshi preferred to keep
the
nagging voice of conscience to the back of his mind as he jogged down
to the
kitchen to see what was the answer to the first question.

>&nb>

-o-

“Wow. I think I died
and went
to breakfast heaven. Where did you learn how to cook like this?” Aoshi
couldn’t
stop from gobbling up the pancake and fresh strawberry combo Misao
decided to
spring on him for breakfast.

“My grandpa has a
restaurant. I
grew up with him.” She replied, licking away a spot of whipped cream
that clung
to the edge of her mouth. She looked good in one of his robes, although
they
were far too long for her. The V formed by the navy blue cloth against
her
extremely fair skin was getting more interesting by the second.

Hell, who am I
kidding?! She could wear a sack for all I care and I’d
still be turned on!

His question startled
Misao out
of her musings, and she did not have an answer ready. He
never asked me where I came from… why the sudden interest?

“Relax, Misao, there’s
no wrong
or right answer to this one. I was just curious.”

Her mouth formed a tiny
surprised ‘o’ before she answered. It was just innocent curiosity after
all.

“Well, he was the only
one
there for me after I was orphaned when I was small… so yeah, I do love
that old
coot to pieces although he does have a penchant for chasing after
pretty women.
Who happen to be just slightly older than me.” She grinned, turning the
somber
mood light.

Aoshi wiggled his
eyebrows at
her impishly and said “Hmmm… we might just have something in common
after all!”

Misao giggled,
imagining Aoshi
with a pink beribboned goatee and chasing after her in his boxers. The
wall
around her heart was slowly dropping stone by stone the more she spent
time
with her enigmatic boss. Of all her boyfriends and flings, there really
was no
one like him. That last thought brought herself up short. She had no
business
thinking like that about him. He was so far out of her league. Just enjoy the sex and leave it at that.
You’ll just get hurt in the end.

Aoshi felt her change
of mood
before he saw it. What the hell
happened?! Here I was, trying to learn more and… zip. Fucking hell?! I
must be
losing it in my old age… He frowned at Misao’s departing back as
she
started to carry their dishes to the sink. This caused him to curtly
reply,
“Misao, there’s no need to do that. I already have a housekeeper who
comes
during the week to do it.”

The minute the words
were out
of his mouth, he regretted it. He saw her stiffen up, and turn around
after
putting the last of the dishes, her stare shuttered and blank. And she
chirped
in that vastly annoying false cheery tone of hers, “Sure, whatever you
say,
boss!”

As she started to pass
by him,
he stopped her with his voice.

“Misao, don’t.”

She slowly turned to
face him
and he hated himself for what he saw.

Big aqua blue eyes full
of
hurt.

So, without pausing to
think of
the consequences, he engulfed her in a big hug.

“Misao, don’t be hurt,
please.
This weekend, in this house, there is no ‘boss and personal assistant’
shit,
its just you and me--- just two consenting adults having a hell of a
weekend to
remember.” He murmured this against her hair, realizing that it was the
first
time he had seen it left unbound. The unbelievably long silky tresses
were
putting his thoughts elsewhere but he tried to push it out of his mind
for the
moment. But his body had other opinions.

Misao’s heart fluttered
again. Maybe he does care… a tiny piece of hope
started to blossom in her once more, and she lifted her eyes to him
again,
teasingly, and asked “Okay, so no boss and secretary titles here… how
about
‘master and slave’ type? I wee-eel dooo anytheeeng my masssster
wantsss…” she
said in a sexy hiss, her mouth just an inch away from his, eyes that
were hurt
a moment ago now smokey with desire.

The corners of his
mouth curled
up as he pretended to consider her statement.

“Anything, Misao?”

“A-nee..thingg…” She
purred.

She gave a small shriek
as he
suddenly scooped her into his arms and ran up the stairs with her.
Amidst the
bumping and bobbing that she did, her shrieks of mirth could be heard
everywhere around the house until he threw her at his king size bed and
kneeled
on top of her.

His gaze was decidedly
rakish
as he said “Care to reconsider now, my pet?”

It was too much for
Misao, she
burst into laughter, gasping, “Mah—my pe-et? Pet?! Wh-who sa-ys that
nowadays?!” She said in between gulps of laughter. Aoshi started
tickling her,
causing her to laugh more and more until her sides hurt.

“So! You think that was
funny,
huh?” Aoshi wouldn’t stop tickling her until she was gasping for air,
turning
her this way and that, until finally she shrieked “Stop! Stop! Oka--, okay, you can call me a-ahhh haha that
tickles,
pet! Stop!”

As the giggles
subsided, she
found herself tangled up in his big robe--- and safely trapped under
his arms
and legs.

“You sneaky you!” And
took a
playful swat at Aoshi’s forearms.

“What? Can’t a guy have
the
upper hand sometimes?” Aoshi retorted, all worries of the world tossed
into the
backseat as he stared at Misao, his hand seeking the sides of his robe,
pushing
it off one of her breasts.

The teasing mood grew
serious
as she felt his hand cup her breast carefully, stroking her nipple into
a hard
nub with his thumb. This was new. The slow attack on her senses was
almost too
much for her. He rubbed and rubbed until she closed her eyes in bliss,
arching
her back into his hand, and he started nibbling on her long neck,
flicking his
tongue across her mouth, and just generally teasing her until her
gasping from
laughter turned into sounds of passion.

He knelt on top of her
as his
hands undid the belt of the robe, exposing her slender body to his
eyes. He
grinned as he saw the almost puritanical white panties she wore
beneath, like
what grade school girls would wear underneath their plaid uniform
skirts. Ah, Aoshi, you really are a pervert at
heart… glad to see there’s someone out there who understands you… He
slipped those off slowly down her legs without missing a beat in their
slow
sensual kissing, he doubted that Misao even noticed.
He stood up eventually, shedding his clothes
off where they fell, and Misao’s eyes snapped open, not moving from her
position as they both stared at one another.

He looks like a Greek
God--- all planes and muscles… All he needs is a lightning bolt...

She looks like a fallen
angel with all that long hair all over and white
skin… fallen for the devil that must be me…

Aoshi slowly went back
to the
bed, watching her with hungry eyes. Misao returned the stare, even as
he turned
her slowly around onto her back gently, as if she was a fragile doll.
She felt
him peel away the robe stuck to her body, and cover it with his as he
bit with
maddeningly slowness her shoulders. That simple touch made her rear her
head
back against him, as her excitement started building up. I’ve
never done this before… she thought as he licked the
connection between her neck and her shoulder. Then she gasped in
surprised
pleasure as his knee went into her crotch, rubbing her back and forth,
making her wetter and wetter as his hand
grasped her ass and kneaded it pleasurably. Her hands, useless, could
do
nothing but grasp the pillows under her head in desperate need as the
sweet
torture played on and on until she could hardly think, much less gasp.
She was
so lost that when Aoshi turned her to her side and lifted one of her
legs
aerobic style, she was temporarily nonplussed until his hand came from
behind
and slipped inside her, his other hand reaching underneath for her
breast and
he bit her shoulder simultaneously. The sensation was incredible! It
was as if every move he made made every cell of hers down her screech
in pleasure. She tightened around his penetrating
fingers and screamed his name at the instant climax it brought, not
caring of
the volume.

Aoshi knew his time had
come as
soon as her crying, gasping pleasure reached a part deep inside him.
His penis
needed a home too. So he draped her upraised leg on his hip backwards,
and
rammed himself full hilt into her warm, moist opening, his fingers
still
teasing the pleasure nub in her as he did so.

It was better than the
New
Year.

It was more explosive
than the
Fourth of July.

It brought them even
higher than
anything they had experienced in their lifetimes and their
movements were in perfect accord with each other that it was a song and
dance,
like a perfect completeness of a melody that only they could hear…

AND it brought them to
orgasm
at the same time.

As they slithered down
to the
realm of consciousness, no words were needed as they curled up in each
other’s
arms, perfectly content and still within each other.

-o-

The Saturday blended on
into a
Sunday without a hitch, and they had more memories to treasure for the
weekend.

The bathtub was not
spared as
their slick bodies rode on each other to Pleasantville.

On Saturday night,
Aoshi
crushed strawberries on Misao’s naked body and licked her off for
dessert.

Misao returned the
favor and
used cherries in syrup instead.

They did it doggie
style while
watching mating lions on the Discovery Channel.

Practically about half
the
sexual positions of the Kama Sutra was talked about and performed so
they could
know which lasted longer, bringing a lot of laughter and teasing and
some pain
as Aoshi tried a particularly acrobatic one and failed.

Misao laughed her head
off and
was punished by Aoshi brining her to the peak of pleasure twice before
giving
her what she wanted.

The looked at
themselves in the walk in closet mirror as Aoshi brought Misao’s hand
in his to pleasure herself, and rounded it off nicely with
a prolonged sixty niner inside the closet.

A naked Misao straddled
an
equally naked Aoshi on a barstool on the breakfast counter and fucked
him on
the spot before cooking breakfast Sunday morning.

Another episode in the
bath was
called for.

All in all, they did
had fun,
not knowing that a dark cloud hung over their happy days.

Neither knew it, but
disaster
was about to strike.
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