PREYS
by Kamorgana
Disclaimer: RK is not mine. I borrowed the characters for fun. Don't
sue me!
WARNING AGAIN: This chapter contains a NC-17 lemon.
Preys
Chapter 10: Wicked games
Kaoru welcomed them with a warm smile. "I'm so glad you came! Come in!"
They all sat at around three tables that had been gathered in the
middle
of
the room. Tae and Sae had already brought beer for their three most
regular
clients.
"Misao-chan, milk or lemonade?" joked the older sister.
"I'll have a beer too," she answered with a smile, containing her
anger.
After
the way she behaved today, she really wasn't in position to react to
her
teasing, she thought. She was still a kid compared to the others. She
smiled
again to Kaoru, who was behind the counter and was obviously furious at
Sae's
bad joke.
"I'll have tea."
"Of course, Shinomori-san. You should come here more often, you know."
He didn't answer.
"Red wine for me."
Meg whispered in Tokio's ear "After last night you can still bear the
view of it?" before saying out loud: "Orange juice, please."
Saitoh was smoking silently. Tae approached him, her gall fading.
"Ano? ...Detective?"
"Sake. Warm."
"Hai!" she said quickly, before returning to prepare the drinks,
joining
Kaoru
and her sister at the counter.
There was an awkward silence, which was not even broken when the twins
put their glasses in front of them.
Tokio sighed. Could she be spared to make a speech? She always had to
be
sensible, diplomatic, and lecture people. Picture perfect boss, so
boring
and
so not like her. She didn't want to take any responsibilities now. But
everybody, bar Saitoh, was looking expectantly at her?c.
"To Okita," she said simply.
They all lifted their glasses and toasted. It released some of the
pressure,
and when food came most of them were talking animatedly. Well, except
for
Saitoh, of course, who was indifferent to everybody; and Aoshi was
observing
the others as usual. Sanosuke and Misao were playing darts, with Tae
and
Sae.
Megumi was stopping her conversation with Enishi and Tsunan to send the
ex-thug some remarks anytime he missed. He of course answered with a
flirtatious tone, and she ended up insulting him.
Tired of witnessing one of their endless arguments, Tokio went to sit
at the counter.
"Thank you, Kaoru-san. I appreciate your gesture. We all needed a
little time to breathe."
The young girl glanced at the table.
"Is he okay?"
"Saitoh? He's always like this?c."
"I meant Enishi. I know it's none of my business, and I'm nosy to
discuss
your
decision, and I'm not a cop but... Do you know how this story affected
him?
He
can react so violently... che has so much hate in him."
As the girl was looking genuinely worried, Tokio forgot her annoyance
at her intervention.
"He isn't alone, Kaoru-san."
"Yeah, right, I used to think so too," she mumbled, washing furiously
the dirty glasses.
Tokio noticed that Saitoh stood up, finishing his last cup of sake, and
deposing it on the table in a definite gesture. He passed by them and
went
out of the pub. Tokio crossed Aoshi's eyes, and shrugged. She was
already
surprised that he came, and stayed so long. Anyway, she didn't want to
think
about Saitoh, his behavior or motivations now.
Kaoru's boyfriend came out of the kitchen.
"I'm finished for today. I think it's time for me to go home now.
Hisashiburi desu, Takagi-san."
"Kenshin, won't you stay a while?"
"Kaoru-san, I didn't know Okita-san well. My place is not here. And it
would upset some people. Just call me when everyone is gone, I don't
want
you
to walk alone at night. Takagi-san, I'm sorry for your loss."
Tokio had repressed a bemused grin imagining Himura protecting Kaoru,
as she was probably stronger than him. But the violet eyes were sad and
gentle, and she nodded to him with a serious and warm smile.
She knew Kaoru and Enishi had dated for several years, and couldn't
understand what she had found in this little man. Stability? Probably.
Loosing
her father last year had been very hard for the young girl. The old
Kamiya
was
crazy about her, and Tokio remembered the adoring smile Kaoru had for
him
as
a teenager. Usually she interrupted even the conferences and private
meetings
to bring a bento to her father.
Kaoru had played a large role in Tokio's decision not to tell the
entire
truth
to the media. She wasn't intimate with Kamiya's daughter, but she knew
enough
to realize she would be the first casualty of washing publicly the
previous
Mayor's dirty laundry. That sweet girl didn't deserve that.
She felt suddenly depressed. The others were still drinking, and
getting
more
and more careless. She wasn't in the mood. She tried, but she couldn't.
Waving
goodbye to Aoshi and Enishi (the others were too busy or too drunk to
notice),
she left the pub.
***
She didn't want to go home. Going back to work was probably not the
best
idea,
but it was all she came up with. Correction: the only sensible solution
she
could come up with.
She realized that while she was fighting with her depressing thoughts,
her
legs had led her to the office anyway. She opened the door of the
section's
room and froze. There was somebody already there. The smell of
cigarette
reached her senses before she saw his face, chiseled by the darkness of
the
room and the light from the corridor. She knew she was lost as their
eyes
met.
She couldn't say she was surprised. Somehow she had known. She let go
of
the
door. It closed behind her in a soft bang. His eyes where glittering in
the
dark. They had that golden shade again. Her pulse fastened in
anticipation,
she couldn't slow it down. Still gazing at her, he crushed his
cigarette
in
the ashtray, expectative. No way out. She had a choice, though. It was
useless
to fight, yet...
He had won. She had come to him. He felt the urge to dive on her, but
he
had
to wait a little more. He needed a complete victory over her. She
looked
like
a trapped animal...
yet suddenly her expression changed. She walked to him, with assurance,
not
trying to hide the strength of her want anymore. Goosebumps spread on
his
skin.
He stood up only when she was inches in front of him. So close... Eyes
to eyes, they didn't make a move for a while, letting the tension grow.
And
explode finally.
Grabbing her by the waist, he crushed her to him, as she wounded her
arms
around his neck, impatiently bringing his head closer to hers. They
kissed
with open mouths, tongues meeting before their lips, not bothering with
teasing touches. She moaned and tried to press even closer to him,
although
his arms were holding her so tightly that his embrace was almost
painful.
He
groaned in her mouth, aroused at her boldness, at her feminine body
yielding
to him while their tongues where dueling, tangling in long, thorough,
hungry
strokes. He couldn't let go off her mouth, of that bittersweet taste
and
soft warmth. He was growing hard, so fast he could barely stand it.
Oh God it felt so good. He was hard already, his tongue was hot and
insistent,
his muscles were clenching tightly, he was pure strength, she needed
more
of him. She rubbed herself against him as she started to tug on the
buttons
of
his shirt. His hands cupped her bottom, pressing her forcefully against
his
erection. She closed her lids and whimpered, giving up on his collar to
try
his trousers. She wanted him right now, so much her hands were
trembling
and
she didn't seem able to open the bloody buttons.
She felt him swelling even more under her questing fingers, as he
lifted
her
and deposed her on the desk.
He broke the kiss and jerked his head back, trying to resist the
tension.
He
didn't remember he had ever been that aroused by a woman. Only her
hands
touching him through the fabric were painfully blissful. She didn't
seem
in
the mood for any foreplay either. She cursed, as she lost her grip on
his
zipper and was trying to find it again... blindly, as she lifted her
head,
her
mouth questing for a new kiss. He took her lips once more. Jolts of
pleasure
waved through him as she finally freed him, her hands wandering on his
length,
tentatively. He shifted her dress up to her waist. She kept on
stroking,
moaning as he trailed his fingers between her thighs. She was soaking
wet,
he
found out as he reached the silk fabric of her panties, quickly pulling
them
lower. She was directing his manhood to her entrance, craving to have
him
inside her, when she suddenly released him and pulled off his chest,
breaking
the kiss.
"What?..." he hissed venomously.
"Condom?..." She was panting heavily. "I don't have... Do you?"
Shit. She was right. And no, he didn't have some with him. Reluctantly,
they
arranged the order of their clothes. As their eyes met again, he
noticed
that
she was now self-conscious. He brought his face to hers and licked her
bottom
lip, deliberately.
"Listen to me. We're going to my place now and there is no discussion.
Give me your car keys."
She looked at him a second only, then reached for what he had asked for
in her pocket.
None of them talked on the way to the parking, and she sat obediently
on
the
passenger seat as he opened the door for her. He installed himself on
the
driver's seat and started the car.
She was trying not to think. She knew it was a mistake, but considering
how
far they had been it was hypocrite and useless to pretend that nothing
happened and stop there.
Who was she trying to fool? She wanted him, and didn't care about
anything
else right now.
He glanced at her. Her dress was high on her thighs. He couldn't wait
to
be
inside her. As soon as they were out of the parking, he ordered:
"Open your legs."
She turned to him, startled. His eyes left the road one second to send
her a hot, imperative look. She complied, chilling in anticipation.
He kept only one hand on the wheel, and, still focused on the road,
reached
her legs with the other, parted them, caressing the soft mound through
the
silk. She sighed, closing her lids.
"Touch me more," she whispered.
He smirked. "I'm driving. I can't give you all my attention now."
Her eyes fluttered open, crossing his briefly. She smiled evilly.
Playing
again? She was not bad at games either.
"How much time until we arrive?"
"15 min." He had raised a brow.
"Help me a little," she murmured seductively. She was so excited
already...
She shifted a little on her seat, leaning into his hand, breathing
heavily
as
he stroke her slowly. She pressed it against her, his fingers feeling
her
wetness dripping again. She took his hand in both hers, and tucked it
into
her panties. She moaned as the cold tips of his fingers met her heated
flesh.
She directed his hand to her core, massaging, using it to pleasure
herself,
showing him what she liked. He followed her rhythm, and she began to
moan
loudly.
"Oh, yes, here... it feels so good..."
She was getting more and more excited, moving her hips, clenching his
hand
between her thighs, leaning more so he could enter her with his
fingers.
He
was not passive, stroking her wherever she led him, yet she was using
him
as
a mere tool. He was used to domination and this was new. So erotic. She
let
out a cry, and he felt her arousal running through his own body.
The road.
She was arching her back now, one hand having left his to grip her
seat,
sustaining her. He was observing her from the corner of his eyes. She
was
so
sexy, getting her pleasure in front of him, without inhibitions. He
liked
that. He turned into his street when she let out a long, satisfied
whimper,
her walls clasping tightly around his fingers, her climax flowing, her
hand
pressing his convulsively between her legs. She collapsed on the seat,
panting, as he withdrew his hand to park the car.
"Satisfied?"
She smiled, still breathless: "It was nice, but I was hoping some
screaming-out-loud sex."
His eyes glittered, golden flames burning high in their depths. "I
think we're going to have that."
***
Everybody had left the bar, even Tae and Sae. Enishi had gone out with
the others, pretending he was going home too. He came back though.
Something
had attracted his attention earlier, and he wanted to clear it up.
Privately.
Kaoru was startled as he appeared on the doorstep, walking slowly down
the stairs.
"What were you talking about with my boss?" he asked, his voice
slightly threatening.
She considered lying for a while, but she lifted her chin, her green
eyes gazing straight into his.
"I heard from some clients yesterday that you would be working on the
Slayer
case. I wanted to know if she really had measured the consequences."
"And what gave you the right to?", he whispered, glaring at her coldly.
"Enishi, I'm sincerely worried about you. I know better than anyone
your obsession with this, your nightmares, and the way you loose
control
sometimes. It's not..."
He tossed his head back to laugh sarcastically. "You know? You know
nothing! You can't understand, Kaoru. I'm not sure you even tried
seriously."
She tightened her fists. "How can you...! YOU always rejected my help,
getting
distant, shutting me out. YOU never let me understand. You had these
violent
reactions sometimes, and never explained! I know you'd never hurt me
physically, but you frightened me! You don't know what it is to sleep
near
someone and seeing him getting crazy..."
"You don't have this kind of problems with your lapdog, I guess."
"Not a word on Kenshin. He's the most caring person on earth; he's
reliable, and gentle. He loves me and understands me..."
"You give a new definition to 'finding one's boyfriend in the
dumpster'..."
"Shut up! We were over before I met him, so you don't have any right
whatsoever to insult him." She had retrieved her calm. "He has
suffered,
has
been living in the streets, he has lost everything, but he didn't let
bitterness and hate taking over him like you did. He is there for me.
You
were
never there, Enishi. You went for undercover missions, accepting the
most
dangerous ones, not even giving a shit that I was worried about you, or
the
problems I could have. You were not even here for me when my father
died."
"If I was so wrong, you should be relieved not to care about me
anymore.
We
broke up, good riddance. Which leads me to repeat my question: why did
you
talk to Takagi?"
"I thought we could be friends, no, that we were still friends, so I
was
still
caring about you. It was a mistake. I won't waste one more thought on
you.
As
I said, you still can come here with the others if you want but never
speak
to
me again if it's to be like this."
He had never been so cold towards her as when he answered. "Perfect.
But
if
you nose into my business again, you will regret it. O shiawase ni,
Kamiya-san."
She watched him leave, blinking as the door slammed behind him.
She returned to her cleaning task, saying out loud : "I don't care, I
don't care", while hot tears were running down her cheeks.
To be continued...
Author's notes on the lemon version:
I think that the title of the chapter gets clearer with that version...
ahem.
It was impossible for me to "cut" the lemon between the R and NC-17
version. I tried but it was too abrupt...
The review response is on the ff.net version, but there are two persons
I would like to thank here too.
Thanks to Mara, first of course for the mere fact that I can post the
complete and real version of this chapter, but also for her very
thorough
check on the continuity and grammatical errors. I had the "final cut",
so
the
remaining mistakes are only mine!
Thanks also to Firuze, her advice has been precious on this chapter
too, on the lemon part and the last scene specially!
See you!
Kamorgana.
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