Author’s Notes: Meh, I lied. I figured I’d throw you guys some PWP lemony goodness.

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                                    Scent of a Woman

                                    By Silver Miko

            Remember Misao, just a few drops on your pulse points and it’ll get the desired reaction.

            Misao looked down at the vile of liquid in her hand and clutched her fingers around it nervously as she paced in her room back and forth, her movements restricted more than usual by the shimmering black yukata she wore.

            Megumi’s words filtered through her mind over and over and her pacing ceased as she opened the vile and applied some of the liquid on her skin at her pulse points, the spicy and floral fragrance filling her senses with warmth as she came to her decision and headed for her shoji door. Sliding it open, she stepped outside onto the porch and made her way to her destination, absently noticing the rain pouring down in the courtyard as her she felt her skin flush slightly from the damp air.

            She had remembered telling Kaoru and Megumi on her last visit to Tokyo that nothing significant had occured between her and her beloved Aoshi-sama yet. Both had been surprised and thus Megumi had patted her shoulder and declared she would help as eighteen was really ‘too old to not be a woman.’

            Misao had been confused at first as to what Megumi meant until Kaoru explained in a conversation that made the short ninja girl blush. It seemed Megumi attributed womanhood to loss of virginity.

            As so Megumi had concocted an aphrodisiac for Misao, which was guaranteed to ‘set the Ice Man on fire in no time’.

            She made a silent prayer that Aoshi would not reject her as a wavering hand pressed against his shoji door.

            She was going to seduce Shinomori Aoshi.

            As she slid the door open she stepped inside quietly and looked around, slightly panicked that Aoshi was nowhere in sight.

            Then all too quickly she heard the shoji door slam shut and felt herself whirled around and felt Aoshi’s arms on her shoulders.

            “Misao, what are you doing here.” he asked, peering down into her ocean blue eyes with his own ice-like blue ones and Misao gulped noticing he was only attired in his dark violet-black onmitsu pants, his chest bare for her viewing pleasure.

            “I...wanted to talk with you for a moment.” she said, fighting the impulse to stutter as his warm hands let go their hold of her shoulder and he stepped away, moving to his desk to sit as he didn’t bother to put a shirt on.

            Not that Misao was one to complain.

            She followed, moving around to sit before him on the desk like she often did though made sure to cross her legs as they became slightly revealed from her yukata. Aoshi didn’t seem to notice as his gaze seemingly didn’t stray from her face.

            “What is it you want to speak to me about, Misao?” he asked, noticing she wasn’t wearing her usual beige gi and pants sleep wear, but something feminine...and...revealing.

            “Well...after my visit in Tokyo I’ve come to realize....that I...I...Aoshi-sama, what do you see before you? A girl or a woman?”

            Misao could of sworn for a moment Aoshi had tensed, but his stoic expression was still there as usual. She leaned forward ever so slightly, hoping Aoshi would catch a whiff of the aphrodisiac. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them, looking her in the eyes.

            “What is this about Misao?”

            “I want you to answer the question. It’s important to me, Aoshi-sama. I’m eighteen and I’m not a child and yet compared to others my age I feel....like I haven’t really....you know, become a woman.”

            “Why would you think that?”

            “Well...” Misao said, unconsciously playing with the neckline of her yukata. She didn’t notice at that point when Aoshi’s eyes dipped to watch her hands as he moved them back to her gaze.

            “Yes?” he asked, wondering where this was going, and partly knowing where this was going. He was sure what was worse, his sense of dread or sense of anticipation. Her question..had thrown him off guard.

            He was only too aware of the answer, but reluctant to reveal how he saw her lately.

            “Well, many my age have...well they’ve experienced....they’ve known physical intimacy and..I haven’t...and I....”

            Aoshi couldn’t help it when his grip on his chair caused the wood to crack as he stood up, towering over Misao.

            “And so you believe that because you’re a virgin you aren’t considered a woman?”

            “Y..yes.” she murmured, her head tilting up to look at him as he moved closer to her until her knees came into contact with his.

            “And who put that notion in your head? Himura’s woman or the doctor?”

            “Well...both really but I mean...I can’t help but think they’re right.” she said softly, looking down briefly and sighing as she prepared for a lecture that symbolized rejection.

            “Misao..” he began, his fingers brushing against her skin as he tilted her chin up, “there is more to being a woman than carnal relations.”

            Something is Misao snapped, ceasing her nervousness as flashing ocean colored orbs suddenly pierced his.

            “But I also want to know, Aoshi-sama! I want to know what it’s like to be intimate with the one I love! To be held afterwards by that person! I want to know what it’s like to wake up in your arms!” she said passionately, and then froze at her verbal slip up as Aoshi’s eyes widened to her confession.

            “I...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have....Forget it.” she whispered softly as she moved to stand up to leave, only to have Aoshi lean forward and rest his palms on either side of her on the desk service, bringing his face mere inches from her.

            He inhaled softly, then Misao felt herself frozen to the spot when his lips brushed against the hollow of her neck and then she softly moaned when she felt his tongue caress the skin there.

            “You want to know, Misao? Very well. I will show you.” he whispered huskily into her ear, the richness of his voice making her shiver as he nipped her earlobe softly.

            “Yes, Aoshi-sama.” she murmured back, no hesitation in her voice. This was what she wanted.

            He kissed her then, not a sloppy, hard kiss...but not a gentle, meek kiss either. This was a kiss designed to inflame the senses with desire as his lips moved expertly over hers, tongues massaging each other as Misao purred and Aoshi leaned her back. His hands found the sash of her black yukata and slowly pulled the knot apart, revealing pale skin illuminated in startling blue light by a crash of lightning from outside.

            “You have indeed grown Misao.” he murmured, his hand reaching out to cup one of her breasts which caused her to arch her back slightly as Aoshi’s kneaded the soft mound and then lightly pinched her taut nipple as he trailed kisses down her collarbone and to her other breast, his mouth capture her other nipple as Misao could only groan and purr in pleasure at Aoshi’s ministrations.

            “Aoshi-sama...” she murmured, her breathing hitched as his lips moved further down her body, his hands parting her yukata parting completely as he pressed kisses past her navel, his hands parting her smooth thighs as he pressed kisses there, and Misao suddenly felt nervous.

            “A..Aoshi-sama, what are yo...Ohhhhhhh!” she breathed out when she felt his mouth against her rapidly dampening sex, and it was someone startling arousing to see Aoshi’s head between her legs as his lips and tongue worked magic on her, causing her to moan his name over and over as he then moved to stimulate the bundle of nerves at the crux of her womanhood until he felt her tense and shudder as she called out his name.

            Picking her up softly off the desk and moving to his futon, he laid her down gently as he moved over her, and Misao could hardly restrain herself from attacking him as her soft lips assaulted his tan flesh all over his neck and chest as her hands flew to his waistline to unbutton his pants as she began to slide them off of his body with his assistance.

            Soon enough they were flesh against flesh and Aoshi positioned himself between her thighs as he brushed her bangs out of her eyes.

            “This will hurt the first time, but never again.”

            She nodded, her arms caressing his back.

            “I know, and I trust you....Aoshi.”

            The way she said his name so intimately made him melt as he positioned himself at her entrance, slamming his lips over hers as he entered her swiftly and groaned as she bit down on his lip and cried out at the pain, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulder while Aoshi groaned at the pleasure of being within her.

            Misao struggled to relax her muscles as Aoshi began to slowly moved inside of her, and soon the pain began to fade into ecstasy as she experimentally moved her hips with his, moaning at how perfect it felt.

            “Faster...” she breathed out, and Aoshi complied as he moved faster in and out of her while she wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked her hips up to meet his in a dance of passion she had only before dreamed of.

            To Aoshi, Misao had never looked so alluring as she did now, crying out his name as her face emoted sheer ecstasy at what he was doing to her. It made him burn inside, a fire only she could bring on.

            Misao felt something building inside of her, growing stronger and stronger until she felt her body begin to shudder in absolute pleasure as she came, calling out to him as her body trembled forcefully. Moments later Aoshi had his own orgasm, moaning out her name as he collapsed atop of her and rested his face in the crook of her neck as both gasped for air.

            He draped his arm across her waist possessively and it was then Misao felt it against her neck. She sat up quickly and looked down at him in surprise.

            “Aoshi! You’re...smiling!”

            “Yes, and it’s because of you.” he said softly, stroking her cheek with his palm as he pulled her to lay down next to him and wrapped his arms around her as she rested her head against his chest. Aoshi had never felt more sated or complete in his entire life, and knew it would only ever be this way with her. His Misao.

            He pressed a kiss to her forehead and before falling asleep murmured, “You smell good.”

            Misao smiled softly at that, mentally noting to give Megumi a big thank you when she next saw her.

            Meanwhile in Tokyo.......

            “So Megumi-san, do you think Misao-chan was succeessful?”

            Megumi laughed, setting her tea cup down.

            “How naive you can be. Do you honestly think that was some sort of aphrodisiac?”

            Kaoru’s eyes widened.

            “You mean it’s not?”

            “Nope. It’s a mixture of spice and rosewater. Basically I gave her homemade perfume.”

            “But...why?”

            “She just needed a little encouragement.”

            “How crafty. I hope it went well still.”

            “Oh I have no doubt we’ll be attending a wedding soon enough. And besides, my real aphrodisiacs I save for free-loading roosters.”

            “What?”

            “Nothing!” Megumi said laughing slyly.

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 The end.

 Woot.