Blanket Scenario: Aoshi and Misao

Disclaimer: This fanfic is based on the story and characters of Rurouni Kenshin, created by Watsuki Nobuhiro. I’m just borrowing his creations for a spell, no copyright infringements were intended. I’m not getting paid for this Kiddies! This is my own private obsession!

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My personal thanks to:
Nicky- for giving me a swift mental kick and telling me to get on with it. Turned out well, ne Nicky-san? -smiles and hugs-
Hiko- Hee, hee. Thank you for your honest, male opinion. And also for letting me torture you with this piece of steamy fluff.

If you want to see a beuatiful peice of fan art that I recieved for this story, go here: http://www.nabiki.com/miss_led/rk/AMcuddle.jpg
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LEMON WARNING: This work of fan fiction contains extreme graphic instances of sexual intercourse. (Well, it's not THAT bad, but I thought you might want to read it more if I said so! *^_~*). If you are underaged, go read something wthout this stuff, if you get easily offened by sexual situations, you had best go and find some less strenuous forms of reading material. What's offered here is lust in a pure and *almost* unadulterated form.

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Blanket Scenario: Aoshi and Misao

Part 1

Brain Child of Miss_Led


Aoshi picked Misao up from the snowdrift. They had been traveling since dawn and the blizzard had been waging for hours already. In an attempt to try and stay warm Aoshi had ordered Misao to keep moving after him. She was wrapped in a short coat but her legs were covered by only a tall pair of woolen socks. For the most part she was as bare as always. The snow reached his thighs, which meant that it was damn near waist high for the smaller girl behind him. Her breathing had been labored and he knew she would not make it much further. Yet she had made no complaints, even though he could hear her teeth chattering in the cold and heard her stumble time and time again only to rise, continuing her struggle.

Once more she had fallen down into the snow, but this time she did not made it back to her feet. Misao’s strength had finally given out. Aoshi had turned to have a look at her and found himself retracing his steps to lift her smaller frame into his arms. Her legs would carry her no further, so now his would work for the both of them. He hefted her up and snuggled her freezing body high against his chest, trying to give her some of his warmth, but Aoshi knew that he was as vulnerable to the cold as she was. It was only a matter of time before he too succumbed to its clutches. He had to find shelter.

He trudged on through the snow, for how long he wasn’t sure, but he could feel his legs getting more and more numb. Misao’s body was turning a startling shade of blue and Aoshi was at his wit’s end. Were they going to die here in the middle of this godforsaken forest? Surely, with this much snow, no one would be able to find them until the spring thaw. He lifted heavy feet again to move but he tripped on a buried log. Misao went flying from his arms to land in the powdery snow before him. Fighting his way through the ever deepening white blanket over the ground, he finally reached her. Misao appeared unhurt, but they had gone off the path when he had fallen.

Aoshi collected the unconscious Misao from the snow once again and was about to move back to the trail they had been following when he saw a snow covered hut under the trees to his left. It was so well hidden that he would never have been able to see it from the path they had been traveling had he not tripped. Looking up to the sky in surprise, Aoshi thought that maybe the gods had heard his prayers after all. He didn’t dwell on the point, opting rather to hurry for the shelter.

He leaned against the low door of the cabin and it opened without protest. Bending over, he walked into the room, shifting Misao to accommodate the action. Gazing around he saw that it was slightly larger than it had first appeared from the outside. There were no windows, but he could easily discern several objects in the cabin by the light filtering in from the open doorway. In a far corner, there appeared to be some sort of bedding, there also appeared to be a small fireplace built into the back wall, but little else.

He laid Misao down on the floor gently and moved towards the pile of bedding. There was a rough, dusty, straw-filled futon and an old, woolen blanket stuffed with a layer of down. Bending down to get a closer look, he picked up the cushioned mat and shook it to displace some of the dust. As he did so a great cloud of fine particles rose to engulf the room; Aoshi coughed hard as he breathed in a good portion of the powdery dust which swirled around him. Standing as he held the mat in his arms, he walked to the fireplace and spread the lumpy bed piece on the floor in front of the hearth. He hoped that there was enough kindling to build a fire. The former omnitsu Okashira walked over to Misao and picked her up, he then placed the unconscious girl on the futon before turning to close the door. He was worried about her health; Misao had been frighteningly cold when he touched her.

Turning back to Misao, he began to assess the situation. They were out in the middle of nowhere, with no one around for miles. Misao was going to freeze to death if he didn’t do something soon. He needed to warm her up, quick. Aoshi rummaged through his coat and clothes looking for matches, all he came up with were a few soggy ones at the bottom of a jacket pocket which was full of snow. He was sure that if Misao had any on her they would be in the same condition. Fire was no longer an option. He wandered up to the side of the mat, kneeling down next to it to get a closer look at Misao.

The thigh-high socks she wore were frozen stiff. They would have to be taken care of first. He slipped his hands into the tuck of her obi and withdrew one of her kunai. He unlaced her boots and tugged them off her feet; they made a dull thunking noise as each landed on the floor behind him. Then he placed the tip of her kunai underneath the top edge of the sock closest to him. Drawing the knife down, he carefully separated the two halves of the frozen fabric and uncovered her leg. It was a dull shade of purple. Aoshi froze in horror for an instant, before he went on to make quick work of baring her other leg.

He flipped Misao over carefully and lifted her jacket to untie her obi. After pulling the strip of cloth from her body, he then proceeded to collect the multiple kunai that had been comfortably nestled between it and her middle. Running his hands over the back of her calves, he rubbed briskly in a vain effort to generate some heat and circulation in them. Seeing that his efforts were of no avail he turned her onto her back once again. He pushed her short coat and shirt from her shoulders; her breasts were bound underneath. He noted with an almost clinical thought that her breasts had grown over the past few months. Pushing the thought aside, he continued with his ministrations. After removing her coat and gi he got up and grabbed the blanket from it’s resting place on the ground, it was old and musty but it would serve his purpose well. He shook it out carefully so as to not disturb any more dust and settled it over Misao. After doing so, he reached underneath the blanket from his spot next to the futon and carefully removed the rest of her clothes. Soon afterward, he walked to a corner and settled in to wait out the storm.

Misao woke up a short time later to the delicious feel of warmth around her. She felt strange though, as if something was missing. Her eyes popped open in shock when she realized that she was naked except for the binding on her breasts. Rolling onto her side, she surveyed the room. It was very dark and the air around her was still frightfully cold. She heard a soft noise and peered into a dark corner where it had originated. Standing up, she carefully arranged the blanket around her body and reached out a foot to walk over to the noise. She pulled it back instantly after the first fleeting contact with the ground; the floor was freezing! Looking around for her socks, she found the remnants lying soggily next to the futon. Misao bit her lip and stepped onto the floor. She made a tiny sound at the first contact but then hesitated no more.

She rushed over to the corner to confirm her suspicion. There, just as she had thought, huddled a shivering Aoshi up against the wall. Leaning down to grab his hand, she was shocked to find that it was icy cold. He moved then, awakening from a cold induced trance to look up at her. His eyes were blank as if he no longer knew who she was. Misao slapped his cheek softly and his eyes came back into focus. Aoshi pulled back, huddling closer against the wall, as if to ward her off.

“Misao get back on that futon before you freeze to death!” His tone was harsh. For the first time in her life Misao decided that it was time he listened to her. She squared her shoulders for the battle of wills she was sure would follow her next statement.

She looked him evenly in the eyes as she spoke, “No.” His widened slightly in shock as he realized she was defying him. He stood up quickly, fully intending to carry her back to the futon himself. Misao made him pause as she gave him a look he could only think of as cold; almost, he mused, what his eyes must seem like at times. She spoke again, this time with an authority he had not been anticipating. “You’re freezing cold and fully planning to die up against that wall, I’m not going back to that futon unless you come with me.”

Once again she had shocked him. He looked down at her with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. Before him was a beautiful little contradiction in terms, the authoritative voice had come from a girl who was presently clad only in a musty, oversized antiquity of a blanket with one foot crossed over the other and her chin in the air. She looked more like a defiant kitten to him. Aoshi reached down and scooped her up into his arms. Walking the short distance to the futon, he deposited her squirming body back down where he thought she belonged. Ignoring her protests, he turned to walk back to his piece of wall when he felt a hard tug on his pant leg. He looked back to see a very angry Misao clutching onto it for all her life.

“Aoshi-sama, your clothes are soaking wet! I’m sure you’ve already noticed that fact, you’re going to freeze to death or get really sick! If you go back to that corner, don’t think that I won’t get up and try to make you move again. You would be much better off if you saved me the effort.” She blushed deeply and looked at her toes, which peeped out the far edge of the blanket. “You have to take your clothes off Aoshi-sama, I don’t want to lose you over something as trivial as this.” It was only then that the force of her worries hit him. Kneeling down next to her, Aoshi lifted her chin to make her look at him.

“Misao, if it were just me here I’d already have done that. But where do you want me to go if I have no clothes on? You’re the one with the blanket, remember? I don’t exactly think it would be proper if we shared. I can take care of myself, stay there.” With that he pried her fist loose from his pants and was turning to walk to the wall again when he felt a surprisingly vicious yank from behind. He looked back this time to see Misao on her feet with a death grip on the tail edge of his coat.

“Aoshi-sama, I’ll share the blanket if it means you won’t get sick. If it’s my honor you are worrying about, it would mean nothing if I lost you. Get out of those wet clothes and come lay down under the blanket.” He watched as her eyes misted over. Time seemed to stop as he stared at the now flowing tears that caressed her cheeks. He gathered her close to his chest and wiped the silver lines of cooling moisture from her cheeks.

“Daijoubu, Misao. Lay down and turn around.” Misao nodded against his chest and did as she was told. Aoshi was a bit confused about how to go on with the next stage in this charade but that last thing he wanted on his hands right now was an upset Misao. He was glad for a few things, however; he was cold beyond reason so the warmth would be welcome and at least Misao was awake now, ne? He peeled off the heavy trench coat and it dropped to the floor with a wet plop. Next came his shirt and under-shirt, shoes, socks and finally pants. He shivered lightly as the cold air caressed his naked skin. From where he stood Misao’s face could not be seen.

He eased down onto the futon next to her and picked up a corner of the blanket, pausing for just a moment in the cold air before scooting underneath it. He abruptly turned his back from Misao. Two things were instantly discerned in that second after successfully wrapping himself in the blanket. First, the blanket wasn’t big enough to cover the both of them this way. Secondly, Misao’s naked back against his own was the sweetest feeling he had ever known. Aoshi took a deep breath to brace himself and rolled over. He fixed an arm underneath Misao’s bound breasts and pulled her body up higher on the futon. He then fitted himself against her spoon fashion. Placing his arm under her head, he threw her braid over one creamy shoulder with his free hand.

Misao lay on her side, facing away from Aoshi self-consciously. She could hear his clothes falling to the ground behind her. With each sound, it seemed that it got harder and harder for her to breathe. When he had come underneath the blanket with her, Misao was almost certain she wouldn’t have a problem with the cold, she was blushing warmly all the way to the tips of her toes! Then, Aoshi had turned his back to her; she had been just about to give a sigh of relief when the blanket was jerked out of her hands. The cold hit her like a brick wall and she tugged on the blanket to move it back over her. She felt Aoshi take a deep breath against her back, he had rolled over quite suddenly then. Misao didn’t even have time to react he was so quick, and now her head rested on his upper arm and his body was wrapped around hers in a fetal position. It was the most she’d ever felt of any man’s body and she was unable to comprehend it all at once.

He had casually tossed her long braid over her shoulder and she grabbed for it instinctively. Aoshi had taken the movement as an opportunity to settle his arm beneath her breasts again. He held her tightly against him. Misao panicked for a moment, unsure of what to do. Then she felt his head rest against hers, his breathing tickling her ear. She took a deep breath of her own and wriggled back into the heat of his body, molding herself to him. Aoshi breathed in sharply behind her and froze.

“Aoshi-sama?” The worried squeak was the only sound Misao could muster at that point in time. The feel of his body pressed so firmly against her own was doing funny things to her thought process.

Aoshi’s voice was somewhat pained as he replied, “Hai?” The sound came out as a rough exhale above her ear. She felt him tremble the slightest bit as he held her. Worry overtook her abruptly; she turned her face up to see if she could get a better look at him. His was pressed into her hair and his cheeks were flushed. From what she could discern, Aoshi’s eyes were shut tightly and his faced looked pained. Misao pulled away and turned over in circle of his arms so she could look him in the face; their bodies were scant inches apart under the covers.

Aoshi groaned as she moved. He didn’t want to have to look at her, if she was going to torture him all night with her closeness, he would rather she do it with her back to him. He buried his face in his arm so he would not have to confront her. The less she knew the better. The affect her nearness was having on him was almost unbearable. Now she was facing him and it would only make it worse. He tried his hardest to forget she was there.

“Aoshi-sama?” It was a hesitant question to accompany the soft, cool hand that had just reached up to brush the hair from his face. Aoshi caught her wrist and forced it back to her side.

“Stop.” The word was a shaky order. Misao didn’t understand why Aoshi would tell her to stop when he looked so sick. Thinking he was still cold, she went to move closer towards him when his hand dropped onto her shoulder, holding her back. Misao was VERY confused. Worriedly, she raised a hand to test his furrowed brow only to found it pinned down in the space between their bodies. “Misao, I’m fine. Just turn around and go to sleep.” Misao refused to believe those words, how could he be fine? His face was beginning to shine with a thin film of sweat and he was shaking. Brushing his arm aside, she moved closer.

Misao stopped when she felt something warm against her leg and reached down to find out what it was. Aoshi gasped as first her thighs then her fingers made intimate contact with his newly hardened flesh. Clenching his teeth to keep from moaning, he sat up abruptly, his back to her. Holding her hand out in front of her, Misao stared at her palm. She had grasped something hard but smooth, long and wonderfully warm in her hand. That something, she knew, had been a part of Aoshi’s body. She blushed down to the roots of her hair.

“Sumimasen, Aoshi-sama! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I was just worried!” Misao moved forward to place her head on his back, wrapping her arms and the blanket around him. Aoshi reached up to lay one unsteady hand over her smaller ones. He was still stunned from her touch. It was exquisite madness to remain in her embrace for a moment more, but he couldn’t bear to push her away this time.

“Misao, you didn’t hurt me. I’m sorry I scared you.” He caressed her arm lightly as he said the words. After a few moments he came to a decision. Working her arms loose, he turned to face her. She could see all of him now, in glorious detail, before her. Aoshi waited on his knees before her with his hands on his thighs, his swollen flesh jutting out boldly from his body. He was strong and muscled, cords of it rippling over his body. His skin was smooth, its texture broken only by the slightly puckered marks of random scars. Misao pulled back from him, she’d seen naked men before, in her lifestyle as a Ninja it was inevitable, but none were her Aoshi-sama. Now here he was, baring everything to her and she was pulling away. Ashamed of herself, Misao bit her lip and looked up at Aoshi’s face shyly.

He was watching her with guarded eyes. She would never begin to fathom how completely vulnerable he was at that moment. Aoshi viewed Misao’s struggle with her emotions in silence. He saw her pull away, then the quick flash of embarrassment on her face before she had resolved to look at him. Deathly afraid that she would reject him, he looked away as her wide eyes found his. Silently he berated himself, ‘It was too forward an action; she’ll never want me now that’s she’s seen what she’s getting.’ Aoshi made a move to withdraw from her once more when he felt Misao’s hands clasp his own, the blanket around her had fallen back and the only thing blocking his view of her body was the cloth binding on her chest.

Aoshi thought he was in heaven for a moment and his redemption was Misao. He’d watched her grow, had cared for and protected her, and now she was to be his reward. His head bowed with some unexplained emotion came over him. Turning his palms up under her hands, he claimed her fingers tightly within his own grasp. Drawing her forward at what, to Misao, seemed to be an agonizing pace, she was wrapped in Aoshi’s arms again, her head being gently held to his chest. His skin was soft and warm, the muscles firm beneath her cheek. She rested there happily, but her curiosity got the better of her at last.

Misao was finally getting the one thing she wanted most in life and she didn’t quite know what to do with him. She was determined, however, to find out. Pulling back, she placed one of Aoshi’s hands to the side of her cheek. His eyes smoldered, their depths as dark as the stormy seas. She’d never seen his eyes like this before, and now she was caught in his gaze, a moth drawn to the flame. Aoshi leaned down; he pressed his lips to hers in an intense kiss, easing up at once when he felt her stiffen. She was innocent; this was most likely her first kiss. Aoshi wanted her to remember it well.

Sweeping his lips back and forth across hers, he teased her occasionally with the tip of his tongue. Misao was slowly forgetting her inhibitions as she leaned into the pressure of his lips, her body begging him to stop playing with her. Aoshi paused in his kisses, only a hair’s breadth away from her. Her small pants mingled with his sigh as he watched her eyes flutter open to greet his. The side of his mouth quirked as he read the emotions there. Running his fingers up her arm and across her shoulder blade, he reached around her back until they found the satin rope of her braid. He trailed the tip of it over the crook of her neck, down across the small width of her collarbones. Misao shivered at the sensation, her eyes growing wider at the sensuous feeling.

Aoshi carefully removed the golden casing from the end of her braid and untied the strip of leather lacing holding her tresses captive. He carefully separated the stands and let them fan out around her. She was even more beautiful with her hair down. Grasping a long stand framing her face, he slid his fingers down its glossy length. They brushed teasingly over the tip of her bound breast, the hollow of her stomach, then across the soft skin of her lower belly to finally rest in the nest of down between her thighs. Turning his hand over, he cupped her in his palm, slowly rotating it against her. Misao moaned deep in the back of her throat, her body arching into the luscious feeling.

She reached out almost instinctively to brace herself on his upper arms. Her legs spread at the gentle persistence of his questing fingers. Misao could take no more when his fingers parted her damp flesh to ease their way high up inside of her. She collapsed against his chest with an impassioned whimper as waves of pleasure rolled through her. “Aoshi-sama, stop!!! What are you doing to me??”

At Misao’s tormented cry, Aoshi tipped her head back and claimed her lips completely, deftly parting them with his tongue. Gently, he forced them to open wider as he tasted her, rotating his fingers inside her as he did so, causing Misao to grind her pelvis into his palm moaning at the intense feeling. “Aoshi-sa-ma! Ohhh!” Taking advantage of her soft cry, he bit her bottom lip and sucked on it, running his tongue over the tiny wound to ease the hurt.

He with drew his fingers from her tight center and pushed her back onto the futon softly. She was shaking beneath him, the passion having taken complete control. Aoshi grabbed one of her kunai from the floor behind him and maneuvered himself between her trembling legs. She had resisted only for a moment when he had slipped his hands amongst her sweet flesh to part them. He sat on his heels now taking in her innocent abandon and fiery, passion-flushed body. He brought the kunai to the fore so she could she it. Misao’s eyes widened with a bit of apprehension as he saw her weapon in his hand.

Aoshi placed a finger to her lips as he spoke to still her questions, “Hold still.” His voice was firm and warm, like brandy. He tucked the edge of the kunai under the topmost strip of the cloth binding over her breasts. With a motion so quick she could not see it, his hand was gone. Aoshi half-smirked as she looked up at him in wonder. A couple of seconds later the binding over her breasts burst open forcefully like elastic retracting.

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Author's Notes: I had to do something to break out of the funk my True Gifts Lemony Freshy Extra was putting my into. That piece was not supposed to be blatently sexual, so I used the urge to make this little piece of steamy fluff. I'm nervous about posting this cause it's my first lemon, but I hope everyone enjoys it!