Birthday Fever

I’m pretty new here at AFF and I’m liking what I see so far. This is the first fanfic I’ve posted here so I hope everyone approves.

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Birthday Fever by Sephiress

The November temperature had chilled the entire area around the Aoiya. The large cherry and sakura trees that once were full of blossoms and foliage were fast becoming bare before my eyes. A harsh breeze suddenly blew over the path I walked upon, and instinctively I clutched my beige trench coat closer and looked up to the approaching restaurant. On any other day, I would be at the temple right now. I’d be sitting in a traditional lotus position in my beige yukata and awaiting my green tea from a certain weasel girl.

But today is not just any day… no not at all. Today is her birthday, her eighteenth birthday.

It wasn’t until I woke up today, did it really hit me. Misao was eighteen, a woman now. It seemed so impossible… Just yesterday she was the little girl I taught how to use kunai. How could she have grown so much when I wasn’t looking? How?

But it’s true, as much as I digress. My little Misao-chan really isn’t little anymore.

And so for today, and today only, I, Shinomori Aoshi, broke from the norm and decided to skip my daily meditation. My feet continued along the dirt path and soon I was walking into the Aoiya.

The restaurant is, as usual, bustling with activity. In fact, there seem to be more customers around then normal, most likely because the majority of the visitors are friends of our little ‘family’ and wish to see Misao on her day. I’m betting Okina threw her a party, it wouldn’t be surprising of the old man.

But looking around, I can tell something is wrong. No Okon or Omasu taking orders; no Shiro and Kuro in the back kitchen.

No Okina groping womens’ rears…

Yup, something is defiantly amiss.

Walking past the tables, past the kitchen, I move into the hallways of the house. Unlike the restaurant, it is dead silent here in this part of the Aoiya. The silence is getting to me, this is not how life is normally in the Oniwaubanshuu headquarters. I reach out my ki to find anyone familiar, particularly one special birthday girl. My senses pick three, no four, of them up in Misao’s room.

So I climb the stairs and walk to Misao’s door, recognizing the four ki to be that of Okina, Okon and Omasu, and of course, Misao herself. But before I can slide the shoji open, a voice from behind the door stops me in my tracks.

“Oh Kami, this is just awful. I can’t believe this is happening.” It was Okon and for some reason, she sounded oddly remorseful.

“Well what are we going to do now? All those people down there are expecting Misao-chan to come out so we can celebrate. What will they say when we tell them she won’t be coming?”

“We’re just going to have to tell them the truth, Okina. Misao is in no condition to come out, even for her own birthday. We should just let her sleep.”

Three ‘hai’s” could be heard and followed by the sound of footsteps as the shoji slid open before me. There Okina and the two women stood, a little shocked to see me standing there.

“Oh Aoshi”, Okina said before I could ask about what I had just heard. “It’s terrible. Misao-chan is sick on her own birthday!”

I could have let out a sigh of relief. Because of the way they had been talking, I was almost afraid she had been badly hurt. Thank God. Misao, hurt...that didn’t abode too well with me.

Okon and Omasu suddenly pushed Okina out of their way and peered up at me.

“Aoshi-sama, can you do us a favor? Shiro and Kuro are setting up guest rooms since Kaoru-san and Himura are coming to visit for Misao’s birthday with their new baby. And we have to go let the guests know about Misao being sick and all. So, would you please keep an eye on her while we’re gone? Please Aoshi-sama?”

For a moment, I wanted to say no. What did I know about taking care of Misao?! …Oh wait, that’s right, I watched over her for nearly her entire childhood.

I nodded my head, the usual placid look on my face. Okon and Omasu bowed their heads in thanks and dashed down the hallway, dragging Okina with them. A small smile twitched at my lips at the sight, but it went away as soon as I remembered what I was doing here.

Misao. Sick. Right.

I walked into the room and immediately noticed the dark state. The shutters had been drawn and no candles had been lit. In the center of the room, there Misao lay on her futon. Her hair was unbound from its normal braid and fell in waves around her angelic face. The covers had been drawn back off her body and a thin sheen of sweat covered her skin. And when I say skin, I mean skin. She was clad scantily, her onmitsu shorts sitting low on her hips. She wore no top, the only covering on her chest being her cloth breast bindings. A wet towel lay on her forehead causing droplets of water to drip down her fevered cheeks ever so slowly.

Shit. Did the room suddenly get hotter?

Thankfully, she was asleep, otherwise my poor celibacy treated body might have gotten a little too happy at Misao’s current state of undress.

I knelt next to her futon and watched as she lolled her head to the side as though sensing my closeness. Her movements caused the damp cloth on her head slid off and my hands automatically went to fix it. And while I did so, my fingers brushed her skin and Misao shuddered beneath the touch, her eyes peeking open slightly.

“Ao-Aoshi-sama?” She said huskily, peering to see if it was really me.

“Hai.” She sat up in her futon, and my eyes could not help but wander to the movements of her chest as she did so. Stop it Shinomori, you stop right there before we go into dangerous territory.

“What are you doing here Aoshi-sama?” She was so adorable as she said that, it almost made me smile.

“I’m here to take care of you Misao. Are you feeling any better?”

She nodded, but her eyes dulled and saddened a bit at my answer, as though it wasn’t the response she was looking for. I was confused for a moment, and then it hit me. Shinomori, you are such a baka sometimes! You haven’t even said it yet!

“Misao…” She looked back up at me, and for once I allowed a smile to grace my face…just for her, only for her.

“Happy Birthday.”

For a moment she looked stunned, as thought she wasn’t sure I had really said it. But then her eyes widened and one of her 1000 watt smiles came to the surface, lighting up the room better then a million fireworks.

“Arigatou Aoshi-sama! I didn’t think you would remember!” She practically launched herself at me and my arms came instinctively around her so she wouldn’t fall. Right then and there I was relieved I wore so many layers of clothes, lest I feel her hot lithe little body wrapped up against me. But, my was it getting warm in this room.

“Hai Misao, I wouldn’t forget. I even got you a gift.” Her eyes widened at my words and it gave me an excuse to pull her body off mine so I could pull her present out of my pocket. She watched with an intent gaze as I pulled the small black box out of my trench and handed it to her.

“Wha…Aoshi-sama…” Her voice faded to a whisper as her hand fluttered over the box, almost like she was scared to open it. Her fingers lifted the lid while I held my breath in anticipation. Would she…

“I-it’s beautiful Aoshi-sama.” I released the breath I was holding and watched as her eyes filled with tears of happiness. Her smile was so gentle and womanlike that it enchanted me. I pulled the box softly from her hands and lifted the treasure inside out.

It was a magnificent silver necklace that had caught my eye one day in the market. The thin silver chain was especially long and would fall right above the wearer’s chest. At the bottom was a small pendent in the shape of a tear drop, encrusted with many different shades of sapphire blue. At the bottom of the droplet, the gems sparkled dark as midnight and faded into lighter hues as they rose to the top. At the very tip was a single white diamond to complete the drop. It was the most beautiful piece I had ever seen and it had reminded me so of Misao that I bought it without caring about the cost.

I coaxed Misao to turn around and placed the chain around her neck. As I did the clasp, I leaned close and breathed in the heated scent that had surrounded her since I walked into the room. Her skin was dewy with perspiration and so inviting that I could not help but bring my lips to her nape and kiss the skin there.

“Aoshi…”

It was the most beautiful sound in the world. My name on her tongue, free of any honorific. Just my name, whispered in the huskiness of my Misao’s voice.

My Misao. Mine alone.

The simple way she had uttered my name was my absolute undoing. My lips moved around Misao’s nape and over the line of her jawbone to her lips. Her head tilted to allow more room and then my mouth was on hers, hard but gentle, in a flow of passion that was craving to be released.

I let her mouth go since my lungs were dying for air. Misao’s breathing was as labored as mine, and I still could not keep my eyes off her swollen lips. I pulled her into my arms and onto my lap so I could kiss her again, more thoroughly. My fingers became lost in her mass of silk hair while our lips met again, a moan emitting from her as I slipped my tongue in between her lips and toyed with her own shy tongue.

So hot…the heat was rising up to engulf us, and before another thought crossed my mind, the heavy trench was off my shoulders and flung across the room, my lips never leaving Misao’s. But, much to my surprise, it was her that pulled away.

“Aoshi”, she rasped. “Why…do you really want-”

I silenced her with my finger over her lips. How ironic, that she had loved me all her life, and now was the one questioning our actions.

“More then anything my Misao…I’ve always wanted you.” I pulled her closer and pressed the hardness of my manhood into her inner thigh to show her just how serious I was. Her eyes widened at the feeling and a moan tore from her mouth as her head fell back. I took the opportunity to ravish her neck with my teeth and tongue, careful not to go too fast for my inexperienced lover.

My hands became busy with the breast bindings that covered more of her luscious skin. They moved over her back and up to where the cloth was tied into a knot. I was agonizing slow in removing them, wanting my dear Misao to enjoy this tease to the fullest. While I did so, Misao took it upon herself to run her hands under my onmitsu top, removing it as her fingers fluttered over the muscles of my chest.

Her bindings removed, I lay Misao down onto the futon, looking divine amongst the sheets with her chest heaving. She stared up at my muscled abdomen, to my chest, up to meet my own heated gaze.

Her gasp was music to my ears as I leaned down and took suckle on her small rounded breasts. Sweet…she was so sweet tasting that I could drink of her forever. Misao moaned my name and it only encouraged me on as I switched breasts, my tongue tracing the outline of her nipple. My fingers drifted low and hooked into the waistband of her shorts and undergarments, pulling them off in one swift movement.

“Aoshi!!” Misao voice took on a high pitch when I slipped my two of my fingers inside her heat. She was so wet already that my member twitched in anticipation. But my desires would wait. I want Misao to know what it is like to fall into oblivion first.

I moved my digits in and out of her, taking on a smirk as her impassioned gasps turned to shrieks. She was so tight and warm and slick that I could only imagine what her insides would feel like after she came for the first time. I watched Misao’s face as I moved my thumb against her now-stiff nub. Her eyes clamped shut and a cry escaped her mouth at the double pleasure I was inflicting on her most private part.

“Oh Kami, Aoshi…Aoshi!!” She was close, closer, and then she was falling over the edge of reality into a realm of pleasure. Misao’s eyes were closed tightly and her neck arched as her body went limp beneath me. Her musk spread around the room as I removed my fingers and licked her erotic juices off. While Misao drifted down and recovered from her first orgasm, I stripped myself of my pants and fundoshi and positioned myself over her. Her eyes opened slowly and a small smile graced over her features at me, silently giving me permission to continue.

“Misao, this will hurt for a moment. But it will go away quickly and I will make it up to you.” She only smiled at my words and looked at me with so much trust that it melted any remaining ice over my heart. Right then and there, I knew I could never live without this woman.

I slid into her with one swift stroke and we both gasped at the feeling. My thrust had broken through the barrier of her virginity, but it only took a moment for her to nod to me to go on.

My dear Misao, let me show you the way to heaven.

Rocking into her, I set a steady pace that sent Misao moaning instantly. Her hands came up and dug into my shoulders almost painfully. But I did not care. Her warmth and wetness around me was just too perfect and I found myself thrusting longer and deeper just to savor the feeling of being inside her.

Of course, this would not due, Misao being Misao. Her cries demanded a faster cadence and I couldn’t deny her anything right now. My pace became faster and my lover did her part and pushed back into my strokes. Her screams were pushing me to the edge and it was taking all of my willpower not to go before her. But I was losing that battle fast.

“Aoshi, Aoshi…onegai.” She was so close that all she just needed to be thrown over the edge. My fingers moved back to the pearl of her pleasure and rubbed it roughly. Misao let loose another scream and her walls clenched around me to an almost painful proportion. Her muscles spasmed around my length as she reached a violent orgasm. The feeling was enough to push me to the pinnacle of my own orgasm and I let out a shout of my beloved’s name as the light took me and I fell into paradise.

We both lay on the futon soaking up the glory of the aftermath. I clutched Misao to me, our chests pressed together as our hearts slowed down from our activities. There were things I needed to say to her, about where our new relationship would take us. But as for right now, I was too exhausted and so was she.

“Misao…” I whispered her name, wanting to ask if I had hurt her. It had just occurred to me what a bad move this could have been, her being ill and all. But when she did not respond and I looked to her face for an answer, my fears were resolved by the gentle smile that fell over her slumbering face.

The little imp.

But she was my little imp and that’s how it would stay. I watched her for a while, drinking in the perfection of her features. The sapphire necklace I had given her still lay nestled between her breasts, the silver chain glistening beautifully. It would appear that Misao received two presents from her Okashira this year.

And perhaps another one tomorrow morning. *wink wink*

Happy Birthday Misao, Happy Birthday my koishii.

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Please please please review. This is my first lemon ever and I want to see what everyone thinks before I go and dive into citrus writing again.

Ja,
Sephiress