From: YagamiDebu@aol.com If you guys feel it should continue (Wedding, kids, happily ever after, etc., then don't hesitate to join aoshimisaofics@egroups. I still can't believe that I wrote something (even if it's only a paragraph) that wasn't a filk.... Challenge: The Aoiya is very quiet that night. Misao wants to get a drink from the kitchen and to get there, she *must* pass Aoshi's room. When she actually passes his room, she notices that the candle is still burning. Just out of curiousity, she poked a tiny hole through the paper on the sliding room and peeked into the room. Her Aoshi-sama is resting on a low table with some papers lying around. The window is wide open and Aoshi's chest is exposed because the left sleeve his of yukata has fallen off his shoulder. Misao feels a tingle of excitement in her innocent heart and pulls the sliding door noiselessly to get herself into Aoshi's room. [Dee's part... first is the worst...] Misao crept in until she was right next to her Aoshi-sama. As she brushed his bangs away from his face, Misao almost gasped, "Kirei." His features were softened and showed more emotion when he was unguarded in sleep. She noticed for the first time the fact that half of his chest was visible. Her first thought was . She was tempted to touch the scar left by Himura's succession technique, feeling this overwhelming urge to try to heal his scars, both physical and emotional. She gave in to that urge, thinking while leaving feather-light kisses all over his chest. It seemed like that thought jinxed her because she heard a light moan from Aoshi "Misao...." [April-chan] Misao stops still and stares at Aoshi's sleeping profile. It was one simple word.. "Misao", yet it caused her heart to stop in that one moment.. "Misao..." There it was again! A faint murmur, but it was there all the same. A slight crease forms between his brows. Is anything wrong? And, as if he hears her innermost thoughts, Aoshi's face relaxes. His face is calm.. almost a smile. Misao bends her face towards him. She is almost afraid to breathe, to believe.. She leans in closer... closer.. Aoshi's porcelain features are thrown into relief by the candlelight. Too close. His mouth is partly open, as if in invitation. It would take only a slight incline of her head, it would take only a split second and.. [Ashfae] Contact. Just the slightest brushing of her lips against his, only barely touching at all. She hadn't even meant to do it, hadn't thought...but now here she was, kissing Aoshi. Unbelievable. Misao's entire world was frozen still for a moment; she was completely unaware of anything aside from the fact that *she was kissing Aoshi.* Until he stirred, moved back, and she jumped back in horror. She was frozen again- incapable of leaving, running, of any movement. In silence she watched him wake up, his eyes opening and staring at her with astonishment and confusion. One eyebrow raised in question, and Misao found herself babbling. "I'm sorry, Aoshi-sama, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...uh, wake you, or anything, or be in your room, or..." <...kiss you...> Her voice faded away, unable to say those words. He watched in silence, leaning on the desk with one elbow, yukata still open in front- but now Misao was too ashamed of herself to look at him. She stared at the floor, her face completely red with embarassement, hands clasped so tightly behind her back that the blood had drained from them. She closed her eyes for a minute, biting her lip. "You...you said my name..." she whispered, as an explanation or a plea for mercy. "Misao." She couldn't look at him, she just *couldn't*. "Misao." His voice was oddly gentle; she'd never heard her name spoken like that. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and made herself look up. His face was still impassive, but the look in his eyes was...almost kind. She hadn't seen him look at her- at *anyone*- like that since before he went away. Not for years... As Misao swallowed over the lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat, Aoshi reached out a hand towards her. Slowly- feeling as though any second she was going to fly to pieces- Misao reached out her own hand and took it. Aoshi used their clasped fingers to pull her towards him, and then into his lap, where he held her in a loose embrace. Misao was still biting her lip and fighting tears as his arms wrapped around her, his chin resting on top of her head. She buried herself in his chest, feeling the heat of his skin on her cheek. They sat there for several minutes as she calmed down. Sort of. "You...you're not...angry...with me?" The words forced themselves out of her lips. She wouldn't be able to bear it if he was angry with her. "No." "You're sure?" "Yes. It's all right, Misao." She could feel her heart pounding as quietly, so quietly that she almost didn't hear, he whispered, "You don't have to be afraid." She pulled back a little bit so that she could look up at him. "I wasn't afraid of you, Aoshi-sama. Just of...disappointing you. Or something." "You could never disappoint me." He kissed her forehead lightly, then the skin just next to her eye. And then, just as she was sure that she really was going to fly to pieces, he used one of his hands to tilt her chin upwards, and kissed her on the lips. [Khursten] She could feel it. Every brimming moment of his lips, cornering every inch of her mouth. Happiness. Eternal bliss she has never felt before yet... this thing... She felt a sudden guilt in her she could not contain. This seems all wrong. This may be correct for them, but for society... An honourable society like Kyoto... This is a form of disgrace. She could feel his hug getting tighter as they involve themselves into a more passionate kiss. Aoshi poured his heart out. Years of repressing his inner self, all he needed was her to make him feel his true self. He pressed his mouth to hers, making their tongues entwined to a- Misao pulled Aoshi away from her, and with teary eyes, she left his room and ran to hers. Aoshi sat in shock. This was what they both wanted but why did she run away from it? Misao slid past her door and went its darkest corner and cried. She couldn't handle it. She may have wanted it, but she has to stick with this. As an Oniwabanshuu she wouldn't allow herself to do such things even if it may hinder her from loving the only man she would love to please. She wept harder, with tears of regret, remorse, and hatred for the society they live in. Ironies that love must face. One must tread a path to live a life in love. Yet, to live it is a danger in itself. Misao continued to weep in the corner, crouching more to herself as she feels a lot worse thinking about how good it felt to kiss Aoshi's lips. With her index finger, she tried to trace and feel Aoshi's kiss. His lips, his tongue, his warmth. Every memory of that short minute came back to her slowly. How sad that it had to end that way. Misao wept harder as the door of her room slowly opened. As she sat in the corner, she couldn't see who it. From her position, she couldn't see the shado of the man to enter her room. The man held two kunais in his hand. and was looking around the room, as if searching for smething. Misao wiped her tears and crawled to her drawer where she has kept her kunais. Crawling slowly, she hoped not to get the attention of the guy. She could now see the shadow of the man. The candle at the other end of the room, showed the man's wispy hair being blown by the wind. Indeed it was a cold night. The man walked in the room, and she could- The light from the candle went off. A kunai was thrown to cut the light, making the room more dark. Misao couldn't see a thing, but could hear the man's movements, coming closer to her. She crawled back to her drawer, opening to get her kunai as she suddenly felt a chile at the base of her neck. "Drop the kunais and tell me what went wrong." spoke a voice behind her. She could feel him moving closer as she could feel the kodachi's tip almost pinching through her skin. "A...A-" She was in tears as she heard his voice. She stood up and tried to look for the direction of the voice. The kodachi at her neck was already taken of, but now, she could see no sight of the man who has invaded her room. She walked around looking for the man, but she couldn't see a thing. Only a fraction of light seeped into her room, showing only her futon and her floded blankets. She heard a loud thud as her door was closed. Silence. She could only hear her breathing And his breathing... She tried to turn around and look for him, but she still saw nothing. "Gomen nasai, Aoshi-sama. But, I just felt-" As she turned he head she saw Aoshi standing in front of her, with his chest exposed to her, and upon seeing those scars Misao could remember his skin and his warmth. "I understand. What hindered you is what hindered me for almost half of my life. The very reason I left you here is not only for your protection, but aslo for the coming moment to repay the things you did for me." Aoshi's image started to double, and to multiply to every time Misao turned to his direction. < The water-flow technique...> The cold air made Misao shiver. And now, as she observed Aoshi do his water-flow technique in front of her... she could feel her bones shaking, either out of chill but more of the fear of what will happen next. "Misao, one thing I realised after so many years..." She heard as she felt him loosen her hair tie as he moved. Her braided locks unbraided themselves, as Aoshi still moved in his water-flow movement. "... society does not dictate one's life, but we do." She felt Aoshi come to a stop, tugging her ribbon and pulling her towards him. She could feel again his warm torso in front of her chest. < Misao... you dictate your life...> Aoshi leaned forward, with his nose touching Misao's. "You look a lot more beautiful if people get closer to you." He locked her mouth with his lips and once again Misao could feel a sudden rush of warmth in her body. She wrapped her arms around Aoshi's neck as he kissed her deeper, far searching for the one before, hoping to reach through Misao's heart. She answered openly with a kiss as passionate as his, more assured and loving than before as they caught themselves in each other's embraces. Aoshi left Misao's lips but probed the other parts of her face... her cheeks, her ears, her jaw, her neck, barely breathing as he gave her small intimate kisses which delighted Misao as she ran her fingers through his hair, moaning with pleasure as Aoshi kissed more of Misao's body. As he hugged her closer, she could feel Aoshi's warm torso over her abdomen. Aoshi cannot contain the raging heat inside of him that he has decided to take this to a higher level. He stopped for a while and looked intently at Misao's eyes which is sparkling with joy and passion. "Aoshi-sama..." she whispered. She kissed him fiercely as Aoshi tugged her ribbon from behind and dropped it to the floor. Her shirt was now loose and Aoshi slowly took it off as he kissed Misao on her lips. [Haru/Neko] The shirt flew to the other end of the room as Aoshi discarted of it as if it were a nuisanse. He barely heard Misao's little gasp as he deepened his kiss even more. Thirst. He felt the most ravaging thirst, like a wanderer in the desert, dreaming of aosis. It had been too long, too long since passion ignited in him, and now it hit him with the magnitute of an inferno. There was no longer shame for wanting, shame for desiring. He didn't even want to think of it lest he should ruin the moment. In the back of his head a little voice told him to go slow, that he'd scare the girl, but his senses were in the brink of insanity, like a drowning man fighting to find air. The more he felt her tongue caressing him, the more he wanted to breath her taste, to drink her smell. *Ambrosia* he thought... he hungrily went for her neck again, moaning in the process, and bringing his hands underneath her to tug on the straps that bound her breast. Misao gasped again half sensing his teeth grazing her delicate skin on her neck, and the other half feeling the exquisite feeling of his cold hands ravaging her burning body. Her thoughts were all scrambled, as if someone had shook her brain and coated it with syrup. The last vestige of guilt now gone form her conscience as he heard Aoshi utter those passion filled words: "You dictate your life." Well, if this was her life... she wanted this, and wanted it now. She felt dizzy, as if she were lacking oxygen... she could feel him on top of her, breathing hard and desperately. His smell slowly penetrated every inch of her thinking mind, mingling with her own, forming an unique perfume of lust, yearning, and love. She wanted him to feel it too, she wanted him to share the pleasure by her hands too... "Ah..." another moan came out of her as the straps on her chest came undone with the swiftness of a fleeting bird. The cool air blew on her now exposed self, and she could feel the goosebumps forming on her breast. *Heaven...* his mind said... the straps that were on his way now gone. He loved the sensation of his bare chest in contact with her soft virginal skin. He raised himself quickly and passed his arms throught the sleeves of his yukata, which now settled on his hips. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, and he could see her form reflecting the moonlight. He saw innocence and maliciousness, both mixed in that little body that rose and fell with rapid breathing. *Mine* his body reacted with a instinctive possessiveness... this wasn't himself, he decided. Some other entity had borrowed his rationale, and was acting on its own, setting fire everywhere. Aoshi was afraid for an instance. He was losing control... his most secure ally, the only thing that kept his mind from blowing at any minute... control. He needed it, like a narcotic addict that has to shoot drugs into his veins, just to make sure the world isn't cumbling in front of his very eyes. Could he let go? Could he-- She could feel it... his covetous gaze piercing her nakedness. She blushed momentarely, in shame and fear. Would he find her disgusting? Would he hate her for it? No, she shook her conscience mentally, this wasn't right, *Aoshi-sama would never do that.* But still, her heart beat in anticipation, waiting for the next move. There was silence, which grew longer and longer as the two lovers pondered on their situation. Misao had to do something, the wait would soon turn uncomfortable, and crash the whole atmosphere. And she knew, this was the last opportunity, after this, it would be void or eternal bliss. Double or nothing. And with a flick of an eye she saw it, in his deep pools of blue: fear; mimicking her own. They were just the same: two little kids afraid to ask their parents for the toy they most definately wanted, looking for clues, seeking a breach. And before she could react, her right hand rose by itself; gentle and inviting. *Aoshi-sama...* *Open..., the doors are open Aoshi... she gave you the key...* should he take it? *Misao...* He slowly took his left hand and squeezed hers, assuringly. It was their pact. No more holding back... should he lose control, she'd be right there to catch him, and so would he be there for her. Explosion. He ravenously returned to her lips, now in complete surrender. He would show her... everything. *Aoshi-sama....!* His lips back on hers, sucking, biting. She let out a little whimper as he began to fondedle her breast, pulling gently on her nipples. His tongue slipped between her upper teeth and lips... a new sensation... a new pleasure. She couldn't keep her hands idle either, they savagely worked their way up and down his muscled back, untill they reached his side... *Hmmm...!* Aoshi moaned, her little hands were sending delightful tickling sensations to his spine. In a counter move his own hands went down to the the belt of her shorts, ripping them. [Khursten's second installment] Aoshi stopped for a while and gazed at Misaos' beauty.He followed the contours of her body with his eyes, he realised how many years he has left out. He had the advantage of seeing her grow up, but he has never took notice how beautiful Misao has become. The shape, the fullness... he felt as though a goddess was in front of him. His eyes glowed in delight as his heart blazed in love, wanting more of this lithe- Concurring thoughts stopped by a slap. A slap. He felt Misao's palm slap his face. He looked at her in confusion. Her forehead was creased in lines with dismay, and she slapped Aoshi's face again and again, each slap a lot harder than before. (Note: Khursten smirks) Aoshi didn't understand this. At first, he could feel her happiness, and now, the dismay and the anger inside her. < What did I do? > "Misao..." He whispered as Misao slapped him again in the face. "Misao." he blocked her hand with his before she could hit him again. His cheek was throbbing in pain, yet it was soothed by the sight of Misao's loveliness. Misao looked at him and lunged towards his face and kissed him violently. Her lips parting his as he could feel Misao's weight on his chest, her hands, running through his hair as he loses breath as Misao kissed him intensely. Aoshi was surprised the random turn of events but he passionately accepted her kisses. He drew his head back to breathe. Misao moved closer to him and whispered in his ear "Don't treat me like a kid." Aoshi smiled and kissed her in the cheek. "Then you won't be treated one." (Note: HEY! Don't you guys like it so much when Aoshi flips his sword to do Kaiten Kenbu Rokuren. :) Nothing just crossed my head. Okay someone whack me!) Aoshi slapped her and he could see her eyes of blue slowly whither with radiance because of tears. He tugs her hair and looked closely at those eyes... now all frail and fearful. He leaned on her and kissed her violently, as Misao grasp Aoshi's hair simultaneously feeling a finger massaging her organ. Hormones raging. Pleasure in its ardent form. Misao gasps for air as she feels Aoshi's finger travel beyond her organ, deepening his thrust each second. "A...A..." she moaned in delight, momentarily biting her lips as Aoshi continued his massaged. Before she could climbatize Aoshi stopped and she could hear rustling from somewhere. She could smell her womanly scent as Aoshi's finger surveyed her face. He closes it in her mouth and she sucks his finger madly, tasting her juices, feeling as if it were Aoshi's own... Stop for words as Misao's thoughts reverted. She could feel Aoshi's hands probing. perhaps it was time to show him that he was no girl anymore. She may be innocent, but she has heard of stories people may laugh at. He leaned towards her and she could feel his hardness touching her womanhood. With a desire for longing, Misao sat up and pushed Aoshi down with a kiss. "It's my turn to play with you." She teasingly kissed Aoshi's lips, as she explored Aoshi's body. With her soft lips she caressed his wounds, trying to feel all the pain he experienced in his youth. Never has he been touched by a woman in this manner. He moans in passion as Misao teased him with her lips. < Aoshi-sama... > He groaned as he felt Misao's hand fondle his hardened mass. She carefully stroked it to his delight, and she could hear his breaths running faster and faster to a point of ecstasy which, like what he did to Misao, left him hanging. He sat up and looked at her. Her pools of blue radiating with love and passion. He touched her face with his hand as she leans her face to it, feeling its warm hands soothe her cold pale skin. "Misao..." Aoshi looked at her once more. This virginal body. Innoncence, it slips past the gates after this. Misao will truly be woman after tonight. Out of love and passion he kissed her once more, and Misao couldn't do much but openly accept. (Note: John! Say hi! John: Hi. Khursten: Gomen minna, but since I am not really experienced on this and john is... Perhaps I need his help in writing this. I couldn't type the words... So I just let him do the details for us, ne? john: It wouldn't be the same. Khursten: Ai-ya! keep this chat going, ne? John: Stop that aiya stint of yours.. it's annoying. Khursten: aiya! aiya! aiya! John: the more I won't write! Khursten: Please johnny-puff? (puffy eyes) john: I hate taking up creative writing in college! Khursten: yatta! i'll tell you what happens next and then you type ne?) [John's installment] (note: You didn't have to put that? John: It's still my work. Khursten: You're just typing for me! It's still my thoughts!! John: Well... You want a deal or not? Khursten: Aaarrgghh! It's 7 in the morn so type! John: Man.. talk about your net account. your past your 30 hours. tskk.. tsk... khursten: Write!!) [John's Installment] Entwined in a lovers embrace, Misao could feel Aoshi all over her. His lean mass covering her nakedness, she felt nothing more but sheer ethereal ecstasy. Aoshi had a burning passion inside him. "It's about time." he thought. "She'll be finaly mine." Aoshi kissed Misao slighlt at her chin as she breathed the serene wind for the last time. "Don't disappoint me tonight." She whispered to him. "I promise you'll be happy afterwards." He answered as she could feel his rod (From John: Should I say that? Khursten: Why are you stopping? John: Are you hyperventilating? Khursten: No! And change rod to more Mcnaughtish term!) he answered as she could feel his manhood slowly entering her virginity. She moaned in pain as it gradually enters into her. She bit her lip as Aoshi struggles through her tightness. "A... A..." she screamed in sheer joy as he finally got in, and he could feel his lips slithering down her torso. He rhthymically rides her, giving each of them sensations they have only encountered now. To each moment, they feel a momentous peak which they couldn't describe. Misao begged more of Aoshi. She wanted him to draw all the passion out of him. beads of sweat fall down of their bodies, as they moved faster. Aoshi struggles to keep himself. He could hear Misao breathe faster. She could hear him breathe faster. Her short moans of pleasure aroused him intensely that he decided he wanted her... badly. He motioned harsher and Misao could feel his thrusts getting deeper and deeper and deeper into the core of her being. Then there was... ... utopia. Their backs arched in an unanimous moan of ecstasy. Their passionate bodies freeze in eternal bliss and slowly limp itself as it ends. (Note: My turn! I can do this now. Thanks John. John: No problem... the deal okay? Khursten: you know... you could make it in the fanfic industry. John: In your dreams. Involve myself with this is too much.) [Khursten's installment] Aoshi looked at Misao's face and he sould see her moist face, smile in sheer delight. He could hear her heavily breathing as she savors the moment. He cupped her face with his hand and gently kissed her lips. She softly kisses him back and looks at his face. "Aishiteru, Aoshi." she whispered to him before she hugs him in total joy. Aoshi smirked as he heard this. "Aoshi-sama! You smirked!" exclaimed Misao. She hugged him more as she heard him laugh for the first time. "I thought you dropped the formalities." "Eh... It's pretty hard, ne? I have to get used to it, Aoshi-sa" her words were cut as Aoshi wrapped themselves in a blanket and kissed her again with his soft lips. --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Register now and you could win a Volkswagen New Beetle at LiQ.com! Click below, 'cause it's going fast! While you're at it, check out our great entertainment products at fantastic prices! 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