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The Devil Wears a Pinstriped Suit	By : Sosoru Category: Rurouni Kenshin > General Views: 24776 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Six

The past twelve hours or so had been very much a roller coaster ride and it had reached one of the lower points. I got drugged the previous night, almost got laid in the morning, then my kid sister stops through and fucked with the flow of things

If her timing was any worse... I thought as I leapt off of Kenshin and began to put on my clothes.

I covered the receiver and whispered for him to get dressed as I tried to think of something to stall Misao. It's not that she was particularly hard to pull one over on; I was just trying to figure out how to explain Kenshin being here the next morning and his car not being in the driveway. I also wanted to rip her head off. How many times have I told her not to come to my house unannounced? Boy, oh boy, she was going to get it.

"Kaoru, you there," I heard on the other end. Damn it, Kaoru, think of something.

"Well, Misao, I'm in the back of the house right now, can you stop by later?" I asked her, hoping she'll decide to leave.

"Are you so sick you can't get out the bed? Oh my god, I must call the doctor and have him come over. You must be deathly ill," she exclaimed. I heard her fiddling with her phone as she looked up our doctor's number. The girl simply didn't know when to shut the hell up and go away.

"Damn it, Misao, don't call the doctor, I'll be at the door in a second," I yelled, irritated to no end.

"Oh,ok!" she replied, her voice chipper again.

I hung up the phone and checked myself in the mirror to make sure I appeared somewhat decent. I looked back to see Kenshin fastening his pants and smoothing them over. I knew my look was less than reassuring, but only because I was trying hard to control my temper so I wouldn't strangle Misao when I opened the door. Kenshin put his hand on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. I was forced to calm down a little and look at him.

"What should I do? Act like I'm not here or be out in the open?" He asked.

"Perhaps you should sit in the kitchen or something. Start some coffee so we don't seem so suspect if I can't get her to leave," I said.

"Sounds like a plan," he replied, making his way to the kitchen. I took in a deep breath and walked to my front door. Misao could be seen trying to peer through the textured, frosted glass. I rubbed the bridge of my nose and opened the door.

"Oh, sister, you are alright," Misao cried, leaping into my arms. I stumbled back as I braced all her weight and put her down. Too much damn energy.

"Yes, I'm fine. I can't talk long, I have to get ready for work," I lied, still trying to get her to leave.

"Oh, let me fix you some coffee of something," she offered as she invited herself in, making her way to the kitchen. Cool, just where Kenshin was. I walked casually behind her as to not make her suspect. I heard her squeal and something break right before I entered my kitchen.

"Just tear up my shit, eh," I said, most annoyed. I picked up my dustpan and brush and handed it to Kenshin. My favorite mug, too.

"I'm sorry, Kaoru. Your sister startled me and I dropped it," he said, kneeling down to help me.

"I didn't mean to scream, I was just surprised to see him there," Misao apologized.

"Whatever," I said as I watched Kenshin discard my mug that stated, "It's all about me," in bold type.

"Why didn't you tell me Kenshin was taking care of you? Would have saved me a trip, I thought you were all by yourself," Misao said. Who would have known a half-truth would have kept her away?

"I never got a chance to get it out, Misao, but we can handle it from here. Thanks for being concerned," I said rather coldly. I didn't mean to sound like such a bitch, but I was really irritated now. First she messed up my screw session, then she made Kenshin drop my favorite mug. What's next?

"If you say so," she said in low tone, her feelings slightly hurt. "Ok, well, call me later."

She kissed me on the cheek, grabbed her purse and saw herself out the door. I felt kinda bad. I didn't mean to chew into her like that, but I had to get her out my house before I killed her. I leaned against the counter and look at Kenshin, who also seemed relieved Misao had left.

"You must really think I'm an ass now. It's not that I don't love her, she's just a walking headache," I said, giggling a bit. Kenshin smiled and walked over to me, rubbing my arms.

"I've noticed," he said, looking at me with eyes filled with more than lust. I felt like I wanted to melt as I took him into my arms.

"Well, let's get your car back so you can handle your business," I said, knowing the moment had been ruined. I reached for my car keys but his hand covered mine before I could get them. I looked at him, surprised. His violet eyes seemed to flicker gold again and it felt like my heart skipped a beat. He leaned his body against mine. I could feel his member straining against his pants. I breathed in and out rapidly, trying to catch air, but it alluded me. He placed his hand under my chin, tilting it up as to look deeper into my eyes.

“I haven’t finished handling my business,” he said as he took my lips and kissed me needingly.

My hands dropped and fiddled with his pants so that they were soon falling to his ankles. In a swift movement, he turned me around and slid his hands down my sides and between my legs, feeling me through my jeans. I backed my rear against him to feel him grow larger. I felt him undo my zipper and my pants fell slowly to my knees. I tilted my head and arched my back to kiss him again before he plunged into me from behind. We both savored the moment of penetration before moving in a synchronized rhythm. He placed a hand on the mid of my back, making me bend over further as he continued to work himself in and out of me. I bit my bottom lip as I felt every inch of him enter me. His tip hit bottom with every skillful stroke. A whimper escaped from my lips as he grinded harder. He moved a hand under my shirt and took a nipple into his fingers and began to tease it.

"Kenshin," I sighed as I pressed myself against him.

As much as I liked to get it from behind, I also liked to be in control. I began to step back and move away, taking off my shirt and pants. Kenshin did the same, with a smirk on his face. I giggled and ran towards my room, where we’d have more space. I jumped on the bed like a little kid, waiting for him. He walked in, his member at attention, his smirk still upon his face.

“What are you doing, you little devil,” he said low as he climbed on the bed.

I giggled again and pounce on him, laying him on his back, like I had him earlier. I clawed his chest and took his nipple into my mouth and sucked on it eagerly. He sucked his teeth and exhaled as I continued to pleasure his body. Before he knew it, I was riding his member, my hips rolling like a belly dancer. He grabbed me by the waist and began to thrust hard, making sounds bellow from my diaphragm. I moved myself so I was somewhat squatting down, tipping the control to me once again and I worked myself down onto him, penetration so deep I could feel his boys slapping against my entrance. Then, I felt that tingle, that sensation that meant my zenith was fast approaching. Kenshin, as if he were reading my mind, pulled me close to him and rolled me onto my back, all without withdrawing. “Is this how you want it?’ he asks me seductively.

Ohhhh, I LOVE dirty talk!

“Yeah,” I moaned as he puts his hands behind my knees and pressed them down to the bed. Yeah, I’m that flexible. I arched up to get more of him inside and he pounded with the fury of a man about to reach his peak. My whimpers, which had turned to moans, were now screams as he drilled me. I felt my walls tightening and my temperature rise. I grabbed my sheets and writhed beneath Kenshin as my cup ran over and my muscles contracted in sweet release. I clawed at his back, which only made him thrust harder as he groaned and emptied himself into me. Both of us momentarily spent, Kenshin lowered himself beside me and kissed my cheek, his member still partially erect and inside of me. Oh my word, if that wasn’t a good lay. My chest moved up and down rapidly as I slowly recovered from my orgasm. Kenshin wasn’t doing any better, he was panting, wiping the sweat from his forehead. A wealth of thoughts ran through my head, and I’m sure many more were going through his.

“What made you change your mind?” I asked, my voice nothing more than a whisper.

“Didn’t change it, just made it up,” he replied. “I just don’t want you to regret it, like you said you did the other times,” I said genuinely. “I wanted to do it. I made up my mind. There is nothing to regret,” he said, taking my lips, quieting me, quieting my fears.

I felt his member grow again as he began to move, thrusting into me again. We spent a good deal of the day in the bed, on the floor, on the couch and in the kitchen, but there was a time where we had to stop and I had to let him go home to his little woman. We took a shower, where we shared each other again...well, a few more times, and grabbed a bite to eat before I dropped him off at the pool hall where he left his car. I leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Don’t worry about Carter, I’ll think of something to calm him down,” I told him, rubbing his thigh.

“He’s not who I’m worried about,” Kenshin admitted.

I wanted to chuckle but only because I knew what he meant. Yeah, your husband disappearing for about 20 hours would be pretty hard to explain away.

“Well, you’re a lawyer. You should be good at twisting the truth,” I said to him, trying to reassure him. He chuckled and patted my head like an older brother would do his younger sibling.

“Yeah, well, let me get going, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, opening the door and exiting.

I waved to him as he got in his car. I stayed there for a moment to reflect, then I drove away.

~_~_~

Kenshin looked at the passenger seat of his car and noticed his cell phone. He then patted himself down, wondering how he could have not noticed his holster was empty. He picked the phone up and began to flip through his missed calls, knowing there should be tons from his wife. To his surprise, there were only four, three from Tomoe and one from Aoshi. Oddly enough, no messages. Kenshin put his phone down, started the car and made his way home, all the while thinking of a good alibi. He really couldn't think of one. "Yeah hun, a woman I have been attracted to since the second I laid eyes on her got slipped the date-rape drug. After she came to, I fucked her brains out."

Nah, that wouldn't sound too good.

Kenshin took the long way home and pulled into his driveway almost an hour later. He noticed Tomoe's car in the driveway and began to feel the pressure. No, he had to compose himself. He couldn't allow her to smell his fear. With a deep exhale, he grabbed his cell phone and made his way in his house, expected to be barraged with a session of twenty questions and probably some uppercuts.

"Kenshin!" Tomoe exclaimed as she leapt into her husband's arms. Caught off-guard, it took a moment for him to reciprocate the embrace.

"Sorry I didn't call," he said, wondering what the hell was happening.

"Don't be sorry, hun. Aoshi told me everything," she said, kissing his cheek.

"He did?" Kenshin said, puzzled.

"Oh, everything's ok. He told me about the girl that got drunk and both of you took her to the hospital and they kept you guys for questioning. You didn't call because they took your cell phone. Aoshi told me you were resting when I called him. Oh, honey, how sweet of you to go through so much trouble for some drunk you didn't know. So selfless, that's why I married you," Tomoe blabbed.

Kenshin couldn't believe she bought that bullshit story. What's worse, he couldn't believe Aoishi would cover his ass like that. He hadn't done anything like that since...since he was playing females left and right. Kenshin kissed his wife's forehead and made his way to the bathroom, leaving Tomoe confused.

"What's the matter, dear?" she questioned.

"Nothing, just need to wash my face," he lied as he shut the bathroom door. He quickly dialed Aoshi's number and impatiently waited for him to pick up.

"Finally made it home?," Aoshi asked, his tone sarcastic.

"Why in the hell did you tell Tomoe that outlandish story?" Kenshin almost yelled through the phone.

"That's all I could think of. She called me around five in the morning asking me why YOU weren't answering your cell and hadn't come home. I figured you were out doing your dirt, so I covered your ass," he said matter-of-factly. Kenshin sighed and balled his fist. If he were to continue this affair, he would have to be careful. He did not want to get caught up.

"Yeah, sorry. Thanks, man," Kenshin said.

"Whatever," Aoshi replied and quickly hung up.

Kenshin put his cell phone down and look in the mirror. He thought the man that stood there was different from the one he knew five years ago. He hadn't changed, only suppressed his former self. The only difference was, he wasn't dealing with a girlfriend he could just throw aside, he was dealing with a woman he made his wife and loved dearly. Yet, he still made the decision to step outside his marriage for a woman who he cared for deeply, but would never make his wife or love as he loved his wife. He wanted her. He wanted them both. He wanted it all. He had jump out the frying pan and into the fire.
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