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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 7

Aoshi’s normally calm façade had crumbled in an instant of pure panic. His heart felt like it was ready to jump out of his chest and he could hardly catch his breath as he struggled to regain his composure. Misao had just about offered herself to him out in the courtyard. However subtle the gesture had been, he had known what it was from the second she bared her pearly white shoulders and he had run.

His traitorous body was on fire with the knowledge. The long strides he took had him in the safety of his room in no time and the door was firmly closed behind him before he took a chance to breathe. His chest shook as he gulped in air, trying to force the ever present images of Misao, naked and crying out his name, from his mind for the millionth time.

Rushing to a corner of the enclosed space, Aoshi knelt quickly before a basin of cold water. Tugging his gi back, he tried the wash the heat of his desire from his aching body. He finished undressing quickly and flopped back onto the futon, naked and wet, hoping the air would cool the fire in him as he dried.

Outside the jilted Misao pulled the yukata firmly over her shoulders with a deep sigh. She wiped a lone tear that managed to escape after the blunt rejection doubling her resolve to finally wim Asohi. He would not escape again.

With the decision made she turned and went to look for the innkeeper. This morning she would have a bath, and so would Aoshi. She arranged for a breakfast of steamed dumplings, rice and tea to be delivered to her room and went to find Aoshi.

His room, as always when they traveled, was right next to hers. She rapped smartly on the doorframe and waited for a reply.

“Hai.”She didn’t wait to see if he said anything more but entered the room. Aoshi had been expecting the innkeeper to bring breakfast to his room and leave it just outside the door. When the door closed he looked over his shoulder expecting to see a tray, instead he saw a wide eyed Misao.

Standing up quickly, Aoshi wrapped the blanket around his waist trying to salvage his modesty. It was obviously too late because Misao was staring at his groin with a new curiosity. He thanked Kami-sama that he had not been aroused when she had entered.

Unsure of what to do after encountering Aoshi’s naked form sprawled on the futon, Misao wondered at the sheer masculine beauty of him. Aoshi had battle scars which marred his chest and abdomen, even some on his thighs, but he was still beautiful. His muscle tone was perfect, not overbuilt and bulky but lean and strong with not an ounce of fat on him.

Misaowas almost ashamed as she thought of how soft she was with her round little belly and soft arms. ‘No wonder I’m not a great martial artist,’ she lacked the strength that was necessary to fight properly. The thought was followed by a piercing arrow of shame for not being able to properly carry the Oniwan as the leader they deserved.

Aoshi watched the emotions play across her face and wondered at the doubt he saw, but he HAD to get Misao out of his room, she was in a very vulnerable position while she stayed. “Misao, why are you here? Did I tell you to enter?” The words dragged her gaze back into focus and a flush stole over her cheeks

“Gomen-ne Aoshi-sama, demo…I’m having a bath prepared for us and breakfast will be served in my room after we are done.” The words were stammered quickly before she lost her conviction, her courage had already begun to wane when she looked into his ice hard eyes.

“Us?” Aoshi raised in eyebrow as Misao flushed bright red. He silently wondered if the flush continued beneath her clothes before he caught himself and slammed his thoughts back to attention.

“Well, that is for you and I, meaning not together,” Misao turned a shade brighter and looked up at Aoshi, “That is unless of course you...want it to be?”

He fumed at her impertinence even as his gut clenched in response to the offer. She was trying his resolve and his patience. His head was swimming with thoughts of her naked and pink in a warm bath straddling his thighs as he finally took his release inside her firm walls. He almost swooned as he felt his member stir under the blanket.

He couldn’t stop the desire she wrought in him and here she was encouraging it! It was incredulous. Focusing on the object of his desire, he walked purposely towards her hoping to teach her a lesson about playing with a fire she couldn’t control.

Misaodidn’t shrink back as he approached but he knew she was unsure of herself. As he walked Aoshi dropped the blanket covering his maleness and reached up to grab Misao by the shoulders. He pulled her in towards him with a roughness he was unaccustomed to.

Misao winced at the harsh touch but continued to look Aoshi square in the eyes. He was close enough that she could feel the engorged male part of him pressing into her belly though her yukata. His hardness fascinated her, but Aoshi was angry, very angry. The fire in his eyes was icy cold, turning them midnight blue, but there was more, a kind of wildness barely leashed that she’d never seen before.

His voice was the timber of rough, velvety gravel. “Why? Why must you tempt me?” He shook her roughly as he spoke. “A day ago you thought I had raped you, now do you wish I had?” Grabbing her chin in his fingers, he twisted her head up, her lips only a hairs breadth from his own.

He waited long enough for her eyes to dilate with fear before cruelly inflicting her with a bitter, heated kiss meant to scare her away. Misao flinched as their lips crushed together, his teeth biting at her lip and sucking hard, but she refused to be scared by his presence. Instead she gave into the man in her dreams and arched against his aching member.

Aoshigrowled into her mouth savagely as stars danced in his vision. The thread of control he had been struggling to repair weakened as the soft woman in his arms molded to him. A hand slipped down to her hips and pulled her into his length harshly as he ground his pelvis into her stomach aching to bury himself in her softness.

Misao’s breath caught in her throat and a low moan escaped her as she felt the change in Aoshi, the overwhelming desire leaking from his every pore. Forgetting to hold her yukata, she reached up to his neck and pulled Aoshi’s mouth closer, forming a tighter seal between their lips.

It only took an instant for Aoshi to snap back to reason as the warm skin of her belly rubbed against his sex. Her yukata had fallen open and they were plastered naked skin to skin. He tossed Misao back onto the floor without thinking, his chest heaving as he struggled to find his clarity.

She fell back hard on her bottom in a sprawl on the tatami. Her legs wide open and her knees bent, her yukata had almost fallen off her shoulders. She was spread open for him to see her charms. Holding herself up with her arms behind her, she tossed her head to clear the strand from her gaze so she could glare up at him from the floor. Her hair was spread around her like inky black silk, playing hide and seek with her pert breasts and rosy nipples.

Misao’schest heaved with indignation as she watched Aoshi come to the realization of the position he had placed her in. His member twitched in tell-tale recognition of her open nakedness and she heard a ragged breath rush into his chest. He turned quickly and grabbed his pants from the floor before he had the chance to take in any more of the forbidden sight in front of him.

Misaorefused to move, she sat there waiting for him to acknowledge her but he staunchly ignored her presence. On the inside Aoshi was only a step away from falling to his knees and worshipping the small goddess on the tatami. He was so hard even the brush of his pants was torture against his straining member as he waged war on the desire that threatened to overwhelm him. He’d never faced an advasary so strong,

Aoshi looked at her from the corner of his eye as he reached down to retrieve his gi from the floor. She left him no choice. If he stayed with her she would be ruined and would never find a suitable husband. She was acting the child as always now. As she obstinately looked at him from the floor, a pout formed on her lips making him want to kiss her even more. For all the life of him, he could never see the amazing woman before him as a child ever again.

Drawing the walls of ice up around his shattered emotions was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, but he somehow managed. The change was instantaneous; he went from a lost tortured man to a fearless, unquestionable leader in moment. Misao felt the change even before it was complete and knew she had lost.

One single word was all he could muster as he pointed to the door. “Out!”
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