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				Sketchy & Frisky 
		
		Chapter 2: Jumping the Gun




	"So it wasn't that bad? Geez, I was afraid you'd fuck up and like..get off or throw up or something."
		Aoshi looked over to the man with spiky brown hair and grimaced.
	"That's the last time I do a favor for you." Aoshi murmured, taking a bite of his yakitori. 
	He and Sanosuke were having a quick lunch downtown since Sano was just dying to hear the details of Aoshi's brief stint as model. Aoshi could tell Sano was a little disappointed that he hadn't embarrassed himself, and immediately his mind went into plotting several revenge scenarios.
	"So Aoshi, I heard you're going to actually model for Weasel girl." 
	"Weasel?"
	"Misao-chan." Sano replied, tossing his empty takoyaki pack into the garbage.
	"You know Misao?" Aoshi asked, arching an eyebrow.
	"Yeah, my pal Kenshin's dating Misao's friend Kaoru so we all pretty much hang out together. I know there's some thing about models not associating with students, but it's not really a rule." 
	"I see. Yes, I agreed to model for her."
	Sanosuke smirked.
	"Got a little crush, Snowflake?"
	Aoshi narrowed his gaze at Sano and smirked.
	"Remind me to tell Megumi-san just what it is you do for a living." 
	Sano paled visibly at that remark.
	"Shit man it was a joke." Sano murmured.
	Aoshi stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and kicked an empty can as he sighed.
	"She's nice though. Cute." Aoshi murmured.
	"Yeah she's a cool chick, short and stubborn and easily pissed off, but cool. And anyway, any girl who can sucker punch Kenshin has guts seeing as Kenshin's a pretty tough guy."
	Aoshi thought of the short, frail looking red head and blinked. 
	"If you say so." he mumbled.
	He checked his watch and noted it was 11:45.
	"I got to get going. I'm supposed to be at her place at 12."
	Sano smirked, and reached into his wallet, tossing a small packet at Aoshi.
	"That might come in handy you know. Good luck Stud!" Sano said, chuckling as he walked away from Aoshi who looked at the packet in his hand. 
	A condom.
	Aoshi made a mental note at that point to begin the downfall of Sagara Sanosuke.
	Buttoning up his beige trenchcoat, Aoshi began walking towards the address Misao had scribbled down wondering what was in store for him. Sano had hit pretty close to the mark with the crush comment. It wasn't that he was infatuated with Misao, he hardly knew her. Something about her though just stuck on him. She was cute, that was undeniable and her smile was amazing, and then there was that fact that Aoshi couldn't help but wonder certain things about her.
	Had she been attracted him? Could he always get her to blush? How would she react him being naked with her underneath him? 
	Aoshi marveled at how one girl could inspire such hentai thoughts in his usually stoic mind. Once more he found himself praying nothing decided to 'act up' during their session. Rubbing his eyes he stopped when he noticed he had reached her address and walked up and knocked on the door.
	A few seconds later the door opening to reveal Misao....a paintbrush between her teeth.
	"Oh Ashi, co oh ih." she mumbled, and Aoshi interpreted it as 'come on in'. He stepped inside and noticed several things.
	The wall all had various pieces of art on them, there were papers and pencils and pens everywhere....and Misao was wearing a lavender tank top and the shortest denim shorts Aoshi had ever seen.
	He was screwed.
	He followed Misao into the other room that had a couch and cavases everywhere. She had set up a backdrop of blue velvet for him and had her easel set up and took the paintbrush out of her mouth and set it down on the palette. 
	Aoshi removed his trenchcoat and set it down on the couch, leaving him in jeans and a semi-tight fitting black sleeveless tee-shirt.
	Misao glanced him over and drooled, trying to busy herself with the task of putting dabs of paint on her palette.
	'Stop it girl, it's bad enough you've been picturing him naked for days...damn...not helping.......must...be strong.'
	"Um, I think I'm going to start with quick charcoal sketches then start painting so if you want to just...um, get undressed the bathroom's over there." she mumbled, pointing to the first door in the hall.
	Aoshi merely arched an eyebrow at her and peeled his shirt off, tossing it to the couch. He unbuttoned his pants and took them off, placing them on top of his shirt.
	His back was facing Misao now, who was rapidly turning shades of red as Aoshi glanced at her from over him shoulder. He smirked at her as he took off his black boxer-breifs and Misao could swear he was doing this deliberately to fluster her. She watched as he walked over to the backdrop and stood with a hand on his hip as he faced her.
	"How do you want me to pose?" he murmured.
	Misao scratched the back of her head and fought to control the blush that seemed to always grace her cheeks around him. 
	"Ummmmm....I think some quick ten minute poses, like three. Just pick whatever's comfortable for you." she murmured, as she kneaded her rubber eraser and set it down next to her sticks of vine charcoal. Taking a deep breath she glanced over to Aoshi, who had set himself into a kneeling pose. He was resting on his shins with his hands on his knees and looking straight at her. 
	"How's this?" he asked, enjoying the delightful shade of pink that graced her cheeks. 
	"Uh, that's good." she said, plastering a smile on her face as she studied the pose and began sketching a few lines. Her hands trembled slightly for her slowly fraying nerves as he kept staring right at her. She willed herself to be profressional and concentrated on the sketches.
	For the next post Aoshi got into a lotus position and it reminded Misao of someone meditating, albeit, naked. Despite her nervousness, Misao had to admit that Aoshi was a terrific model. Not only was he extremely good-looking, he was also apparently quite flexible. And with that Misao's thoughts turned perverted rather quickly. 
	"Are you all right, Misao?" Aoshi asked, noticing her eyes glaze over. He wondered if perhap she got charcoal dust in her eyes or something.
	"Huh? Oh? Oh yeah, I'm fine! Just fine." she stammered, feeling embarassed. 
	'I really am a shameless hussy!' she mused and breifly grinned as she continued working.
	After the third pose they took their first break and Misao looked around for something to cover Aoshi up with, despite that he appeared to rather comfortable walking around naked. Aoshi watched her wander into the hallway and walked over to her sketchpad to see how her sketch came out.
	He was once again impressed at how well she captured him, using sweeping, gestural lines. Her shading technique complimented the lines given the sketch a lively quality.
	"Well it's not much, but it's something." Misao's voice called out as she walked back into the living room with a green towel in her hand for him.
	Unfortunately she overlooked the small figure doll and tripped over it, the towel flying out of her hands as she began to fall to the ground. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist steadying her and when she blinked she noticed she was staring into Aoshi's chest and soon realized she was practically pressed up against a naked Aoshi. Aoshi looked down at her a smiled, placing her bands back in place gently.
	"I suppose I can't help having a girl fall for me." he murmured and Misao was torn between laughing and smacking him on the arm when she opted to quickly move away from him instead. 
	Aoshi shook his head and took the towel from the floor, wrapping it around his waist.
	"Misao, do I make you THAT nervous?" he asked, walking over to the couch and sitting down. Misao blinked and sighed, grabbing a bottle of water that was next to her and walked over to the couch and sat next to him.
	"Well, it's nothing personal Aoshi, it's just...I've never done this before." she murmured, leaning back and resting her head against the wall.
	Aoshi chuckled softly.
	"You make it sound like you hired a prostitute and not a model."
	She gasped at glanced at him with wide eyes, then smiled  and shook her head.
	"Well come on, you got to understand where I'm coming from. It's not everyday I have such a good looking guy posing naked for me all day. Geez, the only time I see a guy naked is in class anyway." she rambled, then slapped a hand over her face in embarrassment at having revealed so much to Aoshi. 
	Aoshi smirked and draped an arm over her shoulders and leaned closer to her.
	"Well look at it this way Misao, now you can say you had such a good looking naked guy all to yourself." 
	Misao blinked and then flicked him gently on his forehead.
	"You, Shinomori Aoshi, are a tease." she accused.
	Aoshi's smirk faded and his other came up to grasp her chin as he moved his face closer to hers and watched her eyes widen slightly as his lips were only a breathwidth's away from hers. He watched as her lips softly parted and smirked.
	"Perhaps I am." he said, standing up and walking back over the backdrop.
	Misao blinked and furrowed her brows as she stood up grumbling and went back to her easel.
	"Bastard." she mumbled audibly.
	Aoshi shook his head at her and posed standing to the side with his body facing her slightly.
	"Look at this way, I'll only ever tease you, and trust me you'd enjoy it."
	Misao clucked her tongue and shook her head, realizing her nervousness had lessoned quite a bit. Perhaps it helped to get to know him better and talk to him.
	"So Aoshi, aside from ending up naked in girl's living rooms, what else do you do for fun?" 
	"Pratice kenpo and swordsmanship, read, drink tea."
	"Oh, very exciting."
	"And what do you do when you aren't ogling naked people?" he countered.
	"Go to movies, shop, read manga, watch anime, and find as many desirable sources of caffeine as I can."	she murmured as she began mixing paint.
	"Interesting." he murmured, and she could detect the mocking tone in his voice.
	"Oh quite." she replied.
	"Do you work?"
	"Yep, I work for my university doing deliveries for the office."
	"Do they make you wear a hat or something?" 
	Misao giggled.
	"No, they make me do deliveries naked."
	"Oh? Can I request your delivery services then?" 
	Misao sighed and began painting.
	"Yeah right, who'd wanna see someone scrawny like me." 
	Aoshi glanced at her frowning. She hadn't striked him as the insecure type, and while she was short she wasn't scrawny at all. She was quite pretty in fact.
	"I'd raise my hand but I can't break pose here." he said.
	Misao's hand stilled and a smile broke out on her face.
	"Just for that I'm cooking you some hot pot for dinner. Can't have you passing out from hunger."
	"You could just give me CPR."
	"Funny, very amusing." she countered.
	Both began wondering just how much truth there was in their words as they worked on for the next couple hours, taking breaks here and there so Misao could begin cooking and Aoshi could rest his muscles. Over that time they talked more and got to know each other better. Misao wondered how it was that knowing so many people mutually that they had never met before and Aoshi had commented that he was actually quite anti-social in real life and his current behavior was a rare occasion. 
	"Oh and why am I so special?" she murmured.
	Aoshi smiled at her.
	"I suppose I just can't help it. You're too cute to not hit on." 
	Misao shook her head at him and began working on the blue background.
	Twenty minutes later they breaked for dinner as Aoshi now donning the towel followed her into the kitchen, which was filled with the delicious aroma of beef hot pot.
	She set out two bowls and took the pot of the stove and took a large spoon and served Aoshi then herself as she sat across from him.
	"Idatekimasu!" she said cheerfully, snapping her chopsticks apart as they began to eat.
	Aoshi placed a piece of meat into his mouth and chewed then looked at the bowl of hot pot, then at Misao.
	"That's really good Misao. I thought artists were supposed to be starving?" 
	Misao snorted.
	"Please, I grew up in a family that runs a restaurant. Starving is NOT in the equation." 
	"So the lady can cook as well? I may never want to leave at this rate." 
	Misao choked in a piece of carrot and coughed softly, taking a sip of her soda.
	Aoshi finished his bowl and walked it to the sink.
	"So you're telling you've never had a boyfriend?" he asked.
	"No...not really. I guess I'm just not that appealing." she said softly, setting her chopsticks down and bringing the bowl to the sink as she began to do the dishes.
	"Want me to dry them since I already have a towel handy?" Aoshi asked, leaning back against the counter.
	"No, that's fine. I usually let them dry in the wrack." she said, setting them in the drying wrack.
	"You're not unappealing Misao, in fact I think you're rather cute." he murmured, nudging her arm with his elbow.
	"And you're not so bad yourself, even though you really are a tease."
	"But a good-looking one, correct?"
	Misao rolled her eyes and quickly grabbed her dish towel and whacked Aoshi with it.
	"Ow, okay okay you win."
	"Good, now get back in there and pose so we can finish up." she ordered, pointing to the living room.
	"Are you so eager to see me go?" 
	Misao blinked, her smile fading as she was dismayed to realize she didn't want him to leave so soon now that she was comfortable around him. She could talk to him easily and the more time he was there the more attractive he became to her.
	"Let's get back to work." she mumbled and walked past him into the living room and Aoshi frowned, wondering where her cheery mood had gone. Right after he had joked about her being eager for him to leave her face just seemed to fall. He wondered if maybe she really didn't him to go. In all honesty, he didn't feel like leaving either. 
	Stepping back up to the backdrop he got back into pose as Misao lifted her paintbrush and finished, her mood much gloomier. She had given up with men, they never took an interest in her but now she had a funny, smart, charming man here NAKED in her living room and she was just supposed to call it a day soon? 
		'Maybe we can hang out socially sometime...' she thought, and glanced up at Aoshi when she furrowed her brows, noticing the backdrop was starting to fall down.
	Setting her paintbrush down, she cleaned off her hands and walked over to it, grasping the velvet as she tried to pin it back up into place. One of the straps to her tank top moved and slid with her movement, and Aoshi noticed. 
	"I'm sorry, Aoshi. I'll just get this fixed in a sec." she mumbled, fidgeting with the material when a large hand covered hers, gripping her wrist gently to turn her around. 
	Aoshi wasn't sure what had come over him, but he didn't want to leave. He wanted........
	"Aoshi?" she whispered, as one of his hands went to her waist to pull her closer, the other moving through her bangs to cup her cheek as he lowered his face to hers until finally he claimed her lips in a searing kiss.
	He broke it off and backed away slightly.
	"Misao, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...." he couldn't finish his words however.
	Because Misao jumped him. Literally.
	Falling back onto the blue velvet with Misao now atop of him, he felt her slam her lips again his in fevered kissed as she ran her hands through his hair. He grasped the edge of her tank top and pulled it off of her as she lifted herself up slightly so he could get her tank top off. Tossing it aside, Misao kissed him again and moaned when she felt his tongue slide into her mouth to tease hers. His hands moved to cup her now bared breasts, his fingers tracing circles over then until he stroked fingers across her nipples, causing her to practically pur as she moved her hips against his in response.
	He groaned when he felt her rubbing against his hard member and the texture of the velvet against his back. His hands moved to unbutton her shorts and unzip them as she helped him slip them down her shapely legs and kicked them aside. His hands slid against her black underwear to cup her bottom as she stretched over him and suckled at his neck and leaving marks where she went.
	Misao could feel him against her clothed center and began moving her hips a little as he rubbed herself against him, eliciting a quiet growl from him as he sat up and switched their position so that she was now beneath her, her lovely pale skin complimented by the blue of the soft velvet. He tugged at the waistband of her underwear, slipping them off. Aoshi took a long glance down at her naked body and smiled softly as he pressed a soft kiss against her earlobe.
	"You're so beautiful, Misao." he murmured, and gently bit her earlobe as he moved away from her to get his wallet out of his jeans, getting the little 'gift' Sano had given him.
	Misao was sitting up, watching as Aoshi crawled slowly back over to her. He smiled softly as he brushed his lips against hers softly and laid her back onto the velvet as he tore the packet open and put the condom in place.
	Looking down into her eyes, he brushed his fingers against her cheek as he positioned himself between her legs.
	"Is this...your first time?" Aoshi asked softly.
	Misao nodded, blushing a little.
	"Misao, I'll stop if you want me to. Just say the word." he whispered, his blue eyes warm.
	Misao wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around her waist, shaking her head.
	"No, please...keep going..." she murmured, burying her face in the side of neck as Aoshi slowly slid into her. He groaned in agony at how tight she was, and heard her gasps muffled against his neck as he reached her barrier and thrust quickly into her. She bit into his neck as the pain washed over her, and Aoshi stayed still and stroked her back to relax her until the pain began to fade. 
	Aoshi began to move his hips, sliding in and out of her slowly as her moans began to become more and more pleasure-filled. Bracing his hands on either side of her, Aoshi shifted slightly and Misao gasped in pleasure as he moved inside her, burying himself to the hilt.
	She began moving her hips in synch with his as her hands fisted the material of the velvet, pulling until the backdrop fell and covered them in blue velvet. Neither Aoshi nor Misao paid attention to it. Misao began moving her hips faster, wanting to feel more and more of what Aoshi was doing to her, a maddening dance that was her up in the sweetest fire she'd ever known.
	She dug her nails into his shoulderblades as she felt a wave of pleasure hit her, gasping his name as Aoshi increased the tempo of their joining. He could feel himself losing control fast as he shifted once more to rub more against her sensitive spot as she chanted his name over breathlessly until her breathing grew louder.
	He felt her go still and then she screamed out his name as she came, spasming around him tightly which sent him to reach his own release as he groaned her name and slammed his lips against hers for another scorching kiss. Reluctantly leaving her, he made his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and came back to lay down next to her and wrapped his arms around her waist as he drew her to his side and pulled the velvet over them.
	Misao's eyes drooped as every muscle in her body felt heavy and tired as she rested her head on Aoshi's chest, wondering fuzzily at what she had just done before falling into a light sleep. Aoshi continued to her as his heartbeat began to slow back to normal, amazed by what had just happened. It wasn't as if he hadn't ever had sex before, but he had NEVER slept with a woman so quickly after meeting them. But with Misao...he had wanted her so badly in that one moment that it almost scared him. He was damn glad she felt the same.
	A little while later he felt her shift and watched as she sat up quickly blinking.
	"Oh my God...Oh my GODDDDDDDDD!!!" she yelled, standing up quickly with the velvet wrapped around her as she moved away from him quickly. Aoshi sat up slightly confused and watched as she tossed his clothes at him, and saw the panic in her face.
	"I...You..You have to go!" she said quickly, her face as red as a tomato.
	Aoshi just looked at her and then closed his eyes and sighed as he began putting his clothes back on, feeling a bitter disappointment fill his chest. As he put his shirt back on he walked over to her and put his hands gently on her shoulder.
	"Misao..I'm sorry if you're embarassed but I don't regret what happened. I really do like you." 
	She blinked and bit her lip, shaking her head.
	"I'm sorry too but this is...too much and I think it's best if just part ways and forget what happened." 
	"So you don't even want to maybe try dating or something." 
	Her eyes widened as she furrowed her brows.
	"We already jumped the gun as it is, I think it's just...best this way." she murmured, feeling she didn't really mean what she said. She just...couldn't deal with it all at the moment. The feelings, the aching, the ackwardness.
	"Excuse me, but I believe it was you jumping my gun." he muttered as he walked to door and opened it, but paused before he left.
	"I hope your painting goes over well since you seemed to have gotten everything you need from me. Have a nice life, Misao." he muttered and left, slamming the door lightly.
	Misao fought to remain still as every fiber of her being screamed to go after him. She slowly made her way to the couch and sat down, feeling tears well in her eyes and stream down her face as she began to sob and hugged her knees to her chest.
	She would never forget Aoshi even if she tried and she had pushed him away and out of her life before they could even really start anything. He was smart, funny, charming, sexy....and he told her she was beautiful.
	"Misao...you're a damn fool." she cried to herself as she got up on shaky legs and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
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	AN: Fear not folks, it's not over yet!!!!!! You don't really think I'm leaving them like that do you? Hmmph! Now I don't wanna hear ANYONE complaining about the length of the lemon scene. It is what it is for reasons so no 'it's too short'.
I'm not like yelling it's just a weeeeeeeeee annoying though. Ne, Lemooooooons? ::snickers:: Siete por favor!!!! 
	Hmm..I should get crackin of chapter 9 of Duet...ehhh.......maybe tomorrow. I'm not in the mood this weekened cuz it's 'that time' again. ::groans::