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Title: Crave

Author: Gemini

Summary: Kaoru wishes for something more.

Rating: NC-17 [ M/F, solo]

Pairing: Kaoru/Kenshin

Feedback: Sure. Advise me.

Spoilers: Jinchuu Arc

Disclaimer:Rurouni Kenshin is property of Nobuhiro Watsuki, Sony, Shonen Jump and...umm...other people. Not me. Huh. I thought I had posted this before...I guess not. I've gone crazy! (Again)

Kaoru shifted restlessly in her futon, her blankets tangling around her legs. Outside, a fierce autumn wind blew, rattling the storm doors on their tracks, sighing through cracks and generally being a nuisance. Tomorrow, she would have Yahiko rake up the leaves that were sure to be scattered all about the dojo grounds and check to make sure none of the roof tiles had flown off. Her eyes crinkled as she grinned mischievously. Sometimes it was very useful to have Yahiko around, especially when there were things to be done that she hated doing herself. Between the little brat and Kenshin, who took care of the laundry and cooking, she rarely had to do anything she didn�t like.

Her thoughts turned to the swordsman as they often did late at night, when she tended to spend the time pondering their relationship, or lack of, and the general enigma that was Himura Kenshin. He had been rather adorable that afternoon, playing with Ayame and Suzume while Dr. Genzai had been away attending a birth and she and Yahiko practiced.

During a particularly eventful game of hide and seek, the girls had tricked him into tripping face first into the full laundry bucket. Of course, Kaoru doubted Kenshin had really been tricked. He was never as clumsy as he allowed himself to appear. More than likely, he had wanted to make the girls laugh. And they had. Ayame and Suzume had giggled hysterically and then chased the soaked young man around the dojo until Dr. Genzai had appeared to take them home.

Kenshin had seen the group to the gate before going behind the bath house to wring out his kimono, since his only other outfit was currently just as wet as the one he was wearing, flapping in the breeze with the rest of the clean laundry. That was where Kaoru had found him a few minutes later, on her way to the storage shed to find a practice dummy for Yahiko to beat on.

Kenshin had pulled his hair out of its usual ponytail, the dark red strands clinging wetly to his face, neck and back. His strong hands twisted the faded material of his kimono, forcing the water from it, a small puddle forming at his feet. She felt a faint flutter of desire in her belly as she watched his muscles bunch under his pale skin, her eyes wandering over the many scars on his chest and abdomen.

She surreptitiously checked her mouth for drool and the movement caught his attention. He looked up and their eyes met. For a long moment, something unspoken sparked between them and Kaoru found herself stepping forward, wondering if this would be the moment, the moment when everything changed.

Kenshin broke eye contact first, turning his attention to his damp kimono. �Good afternoon, Kaoru-dono.� He said lightly, his tone neutral.

Kaoru retreated a few steps and forced a smile on her face. Today would not be the day, after all. �Good afternoon, Kenshin.� she replied, striving for the same tone. �I see the girls got you.� She waved her hand at him, indicating his wet clothing.

He chuckled. �Indeed they did. Those two are quite crafty.� He finished wringing out his kimono and shrugged it back on. He looked rather disheveled, in a sexy way and she found herself wishing she could grab the rurouni, drag him back into her bedroom and show him just how she felt.

He swept his hair back into a ponytail and quirked an eyebrow at her. �Is there anything I can do for you, Kaoru-dono?� He asked politely.

She blinked, her fantasy interrupted. �Oh, no. I was just going to the storage shed. There�s an old straw dummy in there I wanted to get out for Yahiko.�

�Do you want me to get it for you? I don�t mind.� He offered.

She shook her head. �No, no. Don�t worry about it, Kenshin. Go get dried off.�

He nodded and turned to leave.

�Wait, Kenshin, I think the sleeping robes are dry. Maybe you should go put one of those on and hang up your wet clothes. It�s a little chilly today and I don�t want you to get sick.� she called after him.

�Thank you, Kaoru-dono, I think I�ll do that.� he said over his shoulder as he turned the corner.

�Grr...the idiot!� The memory rankled Kaoru. She turned over again, this time onto her back and stared at the ceiling. He should have made a move. Hell, she should have made a move. There had been a moment when it would have made perfect sense for him to close the distance between them, wrap her in his strong arms and ravish her, or vice versa. She wouldn�t mind ravishing him. Instead, he had ended the moment with his polite, distant greeting.

She replayed the memory of his bare chest and strong hands, of his wet hair clinging to his handsome face, feeling the heat pool between her legs as her memory melted into fantasy.

Fantasy Kenshin was always more willing to take the initiative than Real Kenshin, who seemed to avoid it. She closed her eyes and allowed one hand to stroke lightly down her chest. What if he had kissed her? She bit her lip and slid one hand into her sleeping robe, brushing kendo roughened fingers against her breast, breathing in sharply as she felt her body begin to respond.

In her mind, Fantasy Kenshin pushed her against the wall of the bathhouse, kissing her roughly, his calloused hands tugging at her practice uniform, tearing at chest bindings until he could feel bare flesh. He toyed with her breasts, rolling taut nipples between his fingers as he slid his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned quietly as her hands mimicked his actions. Hastily, she untied her robe and pushed it aside, running her fingers lightly down her belly, enjoying the prickles of sensation.

Meanwhile, Fantasy Kenshin was busy divesting them of the rest of their clothing, tossing it all away with disdain as his violet eyes hungrily drank in her body. �You are so beautiful, Kaoru.� he whispered in a hoarse voice before nibbling lightly on her ear. She felt his strong hands on her thighs, pushing them apart, opening her to his hungry gaze. �I�ve wanted this�for so long.�

�Oh god, me too.� Kaoru murmured softly as she slid a finger inside, wishing it wasn�t hers. She found her rhythm, adding a second finger and rubbing the small tangle of nerves between her legs with her thumb. Her free hand rose to squeeze her breast and she bit her lip again to keep from crying out too loud. A small part of her wanted to be loud, wanted Kenshin to know what he did to her, how much she desired him, wanted him to hear her as she orgasmed, crying out his name. The wall that separated her room from his was thin, after all. But, she held back, as she always did, a secret fear that her affections were not returned keeping her from acting out her fantasies.

He was inside her, filling her, his face buried in her hair as he whispered brokenly how much he desired her, how much he loved her. She could almost feel the rough wood of the bath house against her back as he moved, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping his shoulders, fingernails leaving red, crescent shaped marks on his pale skin.

She could feel the familiar build up and moved her hand faster, reaching for that elusive goal. And then she was there�the delicious shimmer of pleasure from head to curled toes, his name escaping her lips in a strangled gasp as she let go. After a long moment, she pulled her fingers from her body and lay boneless, exhausted and satisfied on her futon.

It took her a few minutes to get her breathing and heart rate under control. She opened her eyes reluctantly, the fantasy dissolving, leaving her alone. Sighing, she pulled her sleeping robe closed and squirmed around until she found both ends of her wayward sash. Tying it off with a sloppy knot, she then untangled her blankets and pulled them around her. She hated the feeling that always followed: the loneliness, the longing for him. Even though she enjoyed the fantasies while in the midst of them, she nonetheless felt the emptiness so much more keenly when she was done. She could have him in her fantasies, but not in her reality. She felt tears rising up and she hastily wiped them away with a corner of her blanket. �Kenshin, you idiot!� She whispered fiercely.

In the dark room next to hers, Kenshin ruefully agreed. He was an idiot. An idiot with exceptionally good hearing.

---Many thanks to wombat for inspiring the above notion and to my first reviewers who ended up being unofficial beta readers: RikiTikiTavi and Ariane. Thanks for the suggestions!
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