Behind Closed…Bushes?
By Shin Sankai
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The humiliation of it all sent me spiralling towards the bottom of the crystal clear river. I stared up at the bank, to where Misao was fully standing, wide eyes gazing worriedly into the cold water, watching me sink further and further. By now I’d taken my hand from my pants, hoping to god Misao couldn’t see that well into the chilled water and blinked my eyes once, taking note that the water far above me had been disturbed. Ripples would be rolling above the surface and before I knew it another body was in the water, making many bubbles as they swam towards me.
Misao’s mouth was moving, she trying to yell to me underwater as she stretched out her hand, fingers grazing against my own. To my surprise I was reaching out to her, asking for help, asking to be taken back to the surface. She was kicking her legs furiously and her tiny hand, which wasn’t as tiny from what I remembered it was years ago, took hold of my wrist and jerked my entire body to her own. I wasn’t dead weight after all.
I could see Misao’s blue eyes clearly now and shivered not because of the coldness of the water, but because Misao had pulled herself closer, arms linking around my upper chest area as she kicked with all her energetic might back to the surface. I felt compelled to do the same, finally, and we both gasped for air once we broke the surface.
Survival instincts instantly had kicked in now as we both tread water, while our lungs heaved for air. Misao couldn’t help but slump against me. She had done all the work after all.
I linked my arm casually around Misao’s narrow waist and swam her to a shallow bank about 100 metres from where I’d first fallen into the river. She crawled to the dry bank, which was covered in lush grass and sat on her butt, knees raised and elbows holding her up as they dug into the softness of the earth. Bushy shrubs were behind her, making this area seem quite secluded then where I first was. After finishing my scanning the area, they instantly moved back to Misao and widened at her lack of attire.
“Misao…you…” I was stuck for words, looking over at her as water dropped from her beige slip. This was not the usual attire I’d seen Misao in previously. This flimsy looking material, which was stuck to her slender but supple form was like a second skin on her and happened to be the undergarment of a woman’s kimono. It seemed that as I plummeted to the bottom of the river, Misao had ridden herself of geta, obi and her kimono and all that was left was this ankle length garment and then an even smaller one underneath this one.
She looked good…better then good actually.
I quickly shook my head of that thought and instead dropped to my knees into the sand, still in the river as it rippled around my waist. My eyes couldn’t help but move back to stare at Misao once again. I’d become addicted to her instantly.
Her head was arched backwards, she looking up at the afternoon sky and bringing in gulps of air. We ninja, usually breathed from our stomachs, but Misao was currently heavily breathing from her chest, the beige material of her slip pressing against the binding she wore. Everything on Misao was soaked through and I could even make out the hardness of her nipples.
By now my own breathing had slowed considerably and my eyes rested on my hands currently situated on my thighs. Thank goodness my pants didn’t need any adjusting, not that it would be easy to do since they were currently plastered to my lower body.
“Aoshi-sama, what the hell were you thinking?” Came the sudden and slightly breathless yell from Misao. Her eyes were blazing directly at me as I lifted mine to meet hers. She was sitting on the bank, in the mud, her slip dirty, as were her hands as they dug into the ground. Fury at my worrying her as I went head first into the river was evident in her ki.
I spoke no reply as my eyes watched Misao shift in her seated position, the beige material parting to reveal pale slender skin of her bare feet, ankles, shins and partial knee.
“What in Kami-sama’s name made you fall into the river anyway?” She continued on, ranting away, not even the least bit worried about how much of her skin she was showing me. “I mean, what was so important that you blocked off your senses like tha-” She never did finish, as I couldn’t help but rise abruptly from the water and with feet making squishing sounds in my shoes (while the water splashed around me) I made slow steps towards the sitting Misao. Her lips were still parted, but her eyes were now trained all over me. They started at my drenched hair, moving down my face, over my shoulders, my soaked gi clinging to my upper body, revealing taunt muscles beneath. As her eyes lowered further and further down my body, I tried to will my lower half to not pay so much attention. However, my mind and my body for once were not synchronised.
“A-Aoshi…sama…?” Those innocent blue eyes were still staring at my groin area. It appeared Misao wasn’t as innocent as I thought she was. I was certain she’d never gone to bed with a man, but perhaps Okon and Omasu had talked to her about certain…things.
Misao let off a soft gasp, as my hand had not so gently taken her chin in its firm grip. I wanted to be soft, sweet and gentle for her, but the urgency to taste those lips were clawing to the surface. I was bent towards her, still towering over her sitting position as I was raised up on my knees before her and felt my thumb and index finger tighten as I tilted Misao’s chin higher. Her eyes were wide, questions flashing through them as to what I was going to do, but consent to do this very act had never for one second crossed my mind as I spread my lips upon Misao’s. She instantly stiffened at the contact, this being very new to her and it wasn’t long before her orbs softly closed, eyelashes fluttering against her pink cheeks while one of her tender hands had risen to clench my left shoulder.
This was my consent. This was what I wanted. This is what I needed.
I broke for a moment, listening to Misao’s pants as she peeled her glazed eyes open to look upon me. So many emotions flickered within them, tender love, confusion, desire and even fear. I could rid her of confusion with words, but I’d never been good with words and therefore I would hope my actions would speak louder. Her fear would glide away as I showed her just what desire and love could do to a man.
I paused to just stare at her.
Desire…? Yes, I truly desired the young developed body before me. Wanted desperately to watch it quiver and shake beneath my touches.
Love…? Do I truly love Misao?
“Aoshi…sama…” She practically purred my name between those swollen lips of hers. And I’d finally gotten my answer.
It had been years since I’d taken a woman to bed, but perhaps deep down I’d only ever wanted to have one woman in my bed and she was right here, before me, all grown up.
I’ve loved her for so long, but only since I’ve returned to the Aoi-ya has it changed from the love of a guardian for his ward, to just me, Shinomori Aoshi, the man, the monster, desiring to be loved, to have her love.
I knew I had Misao’s love all along, but now, now was the time to ask if I could take it from her, to guard it, keep it within my usually closed off heart. Now was the time for me to continue on with life, to love her, just like Misao had been doing for her entire life.
“Misao…” I spoke her name like it was the oxygen I breathed. My larger hands grabbed hold of her face and as my eyes stared into hers, while the pads of my thumbs rubbed against the softness of her cheeks, I felt my head tilt once again to encase her lips with mine once more. This time the kiss was different. Misao now responded clumsily against me, trying desperately to tell me how much this meant to her.
“Its okay…” I breathed calmly against her moving lips, mine quirking slightly as she blinked owlishly up at me. “For now, I’ll show you how much you mean to me.” I didn’t know where these words were coming from, but the weight on my shoulders began to lessen as Misao’s lips turned into an embarrassed smile. Her teeth darted out to chew on her lower lip and I couldn’t help but lift my index finger to pry it away. Just as I did that, I felt warmth against my finger and realised Misao had boldly experimented with her tongue, wanting to taste my skin to see if it settled well with her.
“G-Gomen!” She muttered, head bowing slightly as heat rushed to her cheeks. Her hands were fisted against her thighs and her eyes clenched closed. Did she think I would be displeased with her wanting to taste me?
My body shifted, clothes making the usual squishy sounds when clogged with water as my arms instantly went out to Misao. I picked her up instantly, making her gasp before her arms latched around my shoulders and neck.
“Aoshi-sama wha-” She stopped as I moved back into the shallow area of the river, my knees buckling beneath me as I sat on them. Misao was kneeling before me, eyes full of wonder, of what was going to happen next even if she shivered against the coldness of the water.
I leaned towards her once more, only this time, my lips moved to her neck. I placed experimental butterfly kisses along the column of her tender skin, listening proudly to her sweet ‘ah’ of affection and surprise at this new tactic. I moved from Misao’s right side, to the front and to her other side, lavishing her skin with my lips, making sure each piece was imprinted with my touch.
Placing my right hand at the back of Misao’s neck, I tugged on the braid of her hair, letting her know I wanted her to tilt her head back, which she did without much thought. The arch of her neck was perfect. This time, I ran my tongue over her skin, feeling Misao’s pulse quicken and listened to her breath turn to quick pants. There was now small moans breaking from her lips and I was certain a healthy flush would be rushing across her cheeks.
I didn’t for one moment take my lips from Misao’s skin and instead began to bring my hands into the act, slowly peeling the sleeves of Misao’s slip from her shoulders. More perfect skin was before my very eyes as I kissed each shoulder tenderly. By now Misao had slackened, as there wasn’t as much fear and tension within her body anymore.
Going back to work, I removed each arm from their sleeves and made sure to pay homage to as much of her bare skin as possible. I finally pulled away to gaze upon her as she sat on her backside in the river, with her slip resting against her slender waist.
“Ah…I…” Misao began, my keen observation watching her eyes flicker about, before my right hand wrapped around her left wrist as she was raising her arm to try and cover herself from view. The binding had been soaked through after all.
“Do not be embarrassed.” I heard myself voice. “I want to see you.” There was that adorable flush I could bring upon Misao with a mere stare let alone words. “Will you let me see you?” At the jerked nod of her head and the biting of her lower lip I pressed a kiss to the palm of Misao’s hands before drawing them to my waist. Her cheeks grew redder, perhaps she thought I intended her to feel my lower region, however, this was not the case, yet. I directed Misao’s arms around my body and let her fingers feel the white ties that held my onmitsu top closed. With a few hesitant tugs, the ties became loose and floated downstream, my gi parting open to reveal my scarred chest to Misao.
“Aoshi-sama…” Her voice was but a whisper while I felt the soft glide of her fingertips move over a part of the scar I’d gained from Himura. “You’re…so beautiful.” I couldn’t help but blink at her soft confession as Misao leaned forward to rest her forehead near my heart. This isn’t exactly the way I’d planned our first interaction to be, but to be called beautiful after everything I’d done; it sent a very powerful feeling towards my chest.
I moved my arms around Misao, holding her quietly against me. It wasn’t long before my fingers began stroking her binding and they instantly stopped when I located the end of her wrap. With very careful fingers, I untucked the corner of the wrap and slowly began to watch it expand and collapse against Misao’s back. I pulled away, noticing her eyes were closed as my hands glided the binding away from her skin. I bent down, kissing her upper chest area each time a new piece of skin was revealed to me. By now Misao’s breath was back to small pants and little ‘mm’ and ‘ah’ sounds were breaking from her throat.
I couldn’t help but take in a deep breath as I leaned Misao back against the sandy bank, observing the water spatter about her body. It washed over her stomach and abdomen area while the occasional splashing of the cool water made ripples glide down Misao’s flushed skin. It was time to taste more of her as I leaned over her body, lips pressing a kiss between her small but well developed and plump breasts.
Scooping up some of the cold water I decided to trickle it over Misao’s nipples, listening to her gasp as her eyes popped open and her chest arched towards me. I couldn’t help but smirk at the sensitivity of this very woman lying before me.
Moving onto new territory, I flicked my tongue against Misao’s hardened nipple and listened to a small cry of passion escape her lips. I decided to pay homage to her sensitive upper body just a little more.
Somehow during the course of my actions, Misao’s legs had pried open slightly and I’d placed my knee between her thighs and only just realised this when I felt the clenching of hers tighten against mine. Pulling away from her breasts, I looked down to see my knee was right against Misao’s crutch and though her eyes were screwed shut and her eyebrows furrowed, her lower body was innocently, experimentally rubbing against my knee. I pulled away, listening to Misao’s whine of agony as her eyes flew open to stare questioningly at me.
“Its alright…” I reassured her and pulled Misao to sit up in the water on her knees once more. As I went to cup Misao’s check, she instead took it with hers and pressed kisses into my palm. I was setting off a fiery lust filled passion within Misao that she truly wanted to release herself of as she splayed kisses over my fingers, to my wrist and moved up my forearm.
However, a ‘gah’ like sound broke from her lips as my arm was soon forgotten as both hers promptly clutched onto my other arm, and more precisely the forearm as she gazed wide eyed into the water to see my fingers were hidden between her legs.
“Um…Aoshi…AH!” Another spark of fear and passion grew within Misao at never having someone touch her below as I softly did. I was purely testing the waters and even though I’d frightened her, the clenching of my arm grew less and less as Misao mewled at the new feelings I was evoking within her body. Parting her lower lips, I began to feel her tightness as I slowly drew one of my fingers within her.
At the choked sound Misao made and the biting of her short nails into my forearm, perhaps I was moving too fast for her to comprehend all that was going on. I withdrew my digit from her and pulled slightly away.
“Misao, am I hurting you?” She once more chewed on her lip while her hands let go of my arm as she decided to rest her opened palms against my chest. “I want you to tell me what you feel.”
“I…gomen Aoshi-sama, it was just, very surprising is all.”
“Was it hurting you?” I questioned strongly once more, wanting a truthful answer from her. If she was too afraid or it hurt her too much already, then now was not the time to continue. My body’s needs would have to wait for Misao. She’d waited so long for me to realise she was here all this time and I would do the same if needs be.
“Iie, it was just…strange. I’ve never…” She broke off then, not wanting to finish out of embarrassment and she needn’t finish, as I knew exactly what she was talking about.
“Its alright, I’m glad.”
“Glad?” She looked so perplexed then and I leaned forward, my eyes on hers as I pressed my lips to hers once more. The kiss was sweet and tender, not full of the passion as it was before, making sure Misao knew of my actions, of what this one kiss meant. I was glad that I would be the first and only man to have her completely.
It wasn’t long before Misao finally read these actions and her hands lifted up to cup my cheeks, her eyes slipping closed as she drew me in for her own passionate kiss.
It wasn’t my intention for Misao to take control, but for just a moment, I would allow her to. Her hands roamed down my face, onto my shoulders as she pulled my gi away. The material fluttered down to lock against my bent elbows and Misao pulled away to look upon me once more. Her eyes were bright with emotions as she leaned forward to begin kissing my scarred body, tasting me. The feathery touches instantly began to make my lower half twitch. Grabbing her shoulders I pulled Misao away and shook my head at her.
“Do not rush yourself Misao. I want today, to be for you.”
“But I…” I was certain she would proclaim she wanted to touch me, to taste me, to do all the things I was doing to her to me, however, that day would have to wait.
“Let me…love you…make love to you Misao.” Her eyes watered and she thrust her arms around my shoulders, hugging me tight as she nodded against the side of my head. Little bolts of electricity went straight to my groin as Misao’s soft breasts connected with my hard chest.
I felt Misao shiver against me and picked her up and out of the water, making my way to the dry muddy bank and glanced around. I found a grassy soft area behind some bushes and promptly sat down on my backside with Misao in my arms. I sat crossed-legged with only my trousers and shoes still on, while Misao was leaning against me, beige slip still around her waist and her legs spread apart on either side of my crossed ones.
We rested behind the bushes for a moment until I felt Misao loosen her hold on me and drew back to look up at me. Something was clearly on her mind as she chewed her lip once more.
“Whatever you are feeling, you can tell me Misao.” I voiced while prying her bottom lip from her teeth once more.
“I…ah…I really love you Aoshi-sama!” She blurted out whole-heartedly. There was that bashful smile that I could never turn away from. I placed my right hand against Misao’s cheek feeling her tilt her head into my palm.
“That is good to know, considering our situation at the moment.” I listened to her let off a small giggle of happiness. It was very refreshing indeed, but perhaps now was not the time for giggles when so much had been left unfinished.
My arms crept once more around Misao, fingers deftly playing with the little nerves at her lower spinal area. Misao shivered and it instantly made my lips twitch into a small smile. This surprised Misao instantly; the upturn of my lips, something she’d never seen before and the soft pads of her fingers traced over them.
“Aoshi…you…smiled for me.” Misao let off a small gasp as my hands had unsuspectingly been creeping around her body as they drifted up her abdomen to take hold of and cup her plump mounds of flesh.
“My name…sounds good…without your honorific.” Her blush was back instantly as I rolled my thumb and index fingers across her nipples, pinching when necessary making Misao’s body jolt above mine. This brought her womanhood just that little closer to my already straining member.
I spread my hands all over Misao’s upper body, listening to her little moans and groans of passion as she melted against them. As my mouth delved upon hers, my hands went to work at the small thin tie holding the rest of Misao’s slip to her. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to see all of her before me…and so the knot was gone and the material slipped away. I pulled back once more, my teeth dragging against Misao’s bottom lip before I gazed down at her lower regions. The heat, the smell, it was indescribable as I cupped the back of Misao’s neck, plundering my tongue into her surprised mouth while my left hand crept down to cup her heated and moist centre. She twitched against my touch, but began to battle my onslaught of kisses with her own.
When I touched what had never been touched before, Misao jolted once more, only this time she didn’t jerk away in fear or shock. This time, her knees dug into the grass below, as she rubbed experimentally against my two digits. This action made her gasp aloud, her lips breaking from mine as she tilted her head back, eyes looking widely up into the afternoon sky. Her hands clenched strands of my black hair as I suckled against her neck while I slowly began to enter her warm tightness with one digit. Instinctively Misao’s thighs clenched slightly and I drew my unoccupied hand down and massaged one bare hip, feeling the tension leave as my index finger moved deeper within her.
“Nn…” Misao moaned lightly and jerked once more when my thumb rubbed against her sensitive nub. Her head wasn’t arched anymore and instead her sweaty forehead was pressed against mine, her gasps of desire brushing over me in lengthy pants as her warmth uneven breathing mixed with mine. “Aoshi…” It was really good listening to my name being moaned from her kissable lips.
“Kiss me Misao.” She blinked strangely at my words before crushing her lips to mine. Just as she did that my middle finger took one long stroke and moved its way into Misao taking homage there like my index finger. She’d been so engrossed in the lip lock that she hadn’t felt it. She wasn’t feeling much until I moved my fingers and observed her break loose from my lips and look down at my hand. It instantly had her clenching my shoulders while her cheeks turned red as she watched my hand move, sending my fingers in and out of her in a fluid motion that had her squeaking as her first orgasm hit her before she even knew it.
“Ah, what…” Misao could hardly speak as she slumped against me, trying to draw in breath, but she was so close to being stretched as far as I could take her without entering her and it was time for her to be thrown over the edge into oblivion once more.
“AH!” She squealed loudly as I pinch her nub while withdrawing my fingers. I lifted them, to show her flowing juices coated against my fingers and slowly brought my tongue out and licked one of my fingers clean. Her eyes had widened, unsure of what to think of the matter, but I gave her no chance to think much more of it as the cleaned digit was pressed against her lips. Misao tentatively parted her own and took my finger into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my knuckle to investigate her own unique flavour.
I removed my wet finger and trailed it down Misao’s body, watching her shiver while her hands clenched at my shoulders, nails biting the skin, but not breaking it.
“Do you know, what I was doing Misao?”
“H-Hai…” She mumbled out and I took hold of one of her hands, drawing it down my chest to let it rest against my hardened groin. Misao’s eyes darted between my groin area and eyes and just before she could innocently dart her hand away, obviously never feeling a man’s genitalia before, I placed mine protectively over hers.
“Don’t be afraid. You have done this to me.”
“I…did this to you?”
“For quite sometime now.” Misao squeezed lightly and I couldn’t help the groan of satisfaction break from my throat. As I only had one eye open I witnessed Misao break into a wide grin and then she continued to fondle me, her eyes very much at attention to watch me twitch and squirm against her.
It was all too much; I had to stop her before it was too late. I clenched her hand, making her jolt from her wondrous attentions of me, as she looked puzzled up at me.
“No more…” I confessed with clenched teeth. She may be new at this, but she was a fast leaner that’s for sure.
“G-Gomen…” I cupped her face instantly, kissing her lips with fevered motions, allowing Misao to sink in my message that what she did was not wrong at all.
“I want…to be inside you.”
“I-Inside me?” Misao muttered back, her thoughts going back to my fingers as she gazed at my hand, but her eyes finally widened slightly. “Oh, you mean…” She pressed her hand to my manhood for emphasis and I nodded affirmatively in response.
Misao gave me her nod of consent and as I massaged her hips to relax more, I felt her shaky hands begin to loosen the tie of my uniform pants. They grew slacker around me and while I sorted myself out with Misao eyeing me fully at how I drew my hand into my pants to pull me out, I couldn’t help but smile when she shyly looked away when I revealed myself. She was bare before me, but still too shy to look upon what would soon be entering her.
“If you are afraid…” I began but watched Misao shake her head at me, her eyes trained on mine, not wanting to go any lower then my shoulders it seemed.
“Can I…um…touch you Aoshi-sama?” Sometimes it felt like I was her teacher again, but in cases like these it appeared I was. For now I would allow Misao to satisfy her curiosity and picked up her hand once more. I linked my larger fingers with hers before drawing her hand down and letting go. Her hands were far cooler then I had expected and I jolted when she ran a finger down my length. I was certain pre-cum leaked out and felt Misao’s thumb freeze over the tip. Had she felt it?
Our eyes met and I silently watched Misao raise her thumb, pushing it into her mouth, her tongue moving over my semen and I watched her face crinkle slightly. It was after all, a very new taste for her. The expression was all I could take and I felt my chest constrict slightly as vibration and sound erupted through me.
I was laughing.
Me, Shinomori Aoshi, stone cold and ruthless, who was half naked, bare for Misao to see and she naked above me, was actually laughing!
“Aoshi-sama…you’re being mean.” Misao pouted as she drew her thumb from her mouth and crossed her arms over her breasts. I was certain she loved hearing me laugh, her mouth twitching, trying to resist temptation of breaking into a joyous smile.
“You’re so expressive Misao, its very…adorable.” I placed kisses against her cheeks and then moved down her neck, to her shoulders and to her breasts. Her pants were coming back fast and with one hand against her back, shifting her closer, I guided my tip towards her opening and brushed myself against her centre for several moments allowing Misao to feel what was soon to be inside her. It of course would be very different to my fingers. I decided to allow Misao to sink onto me, this giving her the choice to create her own speed. I was certain if she were beneath me, I’d have rammed home already.
“Nng…” It was the beginning, my tip was moving inside her and my eyes were on Misao, watching hers clench closed, her knees digging into the grass, her toes curling and her nails biting my shoulders once more.
“Don’t…” I stalled as I felt myself go in a little further. “Don’t rush yourself…” This was purely torture for me as I clenched my hands at my sides, fisting them tightly so as not to take hold of Misao’s hips and push her down onto me.
“Mmph…” It was between a moan and a groan of pain as I sunk further into Misao. I could see the build up of tears at the corner of her eyes and instantly pressed my hands to her hips, lifting her slightly up. She was trying too hard, not relaxing enough.
“Wha-What are you doing?” Her eyes snapped open, a couple tears falling down her cheeks and I leaned forward to kiss them away.
“Relax Misao, I will not be going anywhere.” This seemed confirmation enough for Misao that I was in no hurry to her. Of course I was, I was ready to explode, but Misao needed to go at her pace. I’d rushed and surprised her from the very beginning that now was her time.
I let off a groan as Misao lowered herself once more to where she had been before. This time however I placed my mouth over one nipple and lowered my hand to tweak her sensitive nub. This made Misao shudder beautifully within my grip and slide lower onto me. It was agony, going this slow, but the panting of my name as Misao had bent her head to her chest, her hot breath fanning over my ear was reward enough for me to remain patient.
As I continued to play with my hands and my mouth, Misao went rigid against me, hands fisting at my head of hair as she moaned once more, her unique sent spreading over half of my manhood as Misao went into her second orgasm. She panted against my ear and I felt her hips loosen once more, she sliding down into my lap. It wasn’t long before a surprised scream and a sob broke from Misao’s lips as I was now buried to the hilt within her.
“Misao…?” I called softly out to her, noticing her eyes were clenched tightly closed, her teeth were dented into her lower lip, almost drawing blood, while a few more tears and dropped from her closed eyelids. This part I loved and hated most of all. It meant Misao was all mine and only mine…and yet it also meant I had hurt her. Of course it wasn’t intentionally, it had to be done, but her tears, her small quiet shakes ate at me.
“I’m…okay…” Misao finally whispered to me, hands finally dropping from my head. “Gomen, I pulled some of your hair out.” Trust Misao to apologise at a time like this.
“It’ll grow back.” I calmly voiced and placed my hands against her hips. “You ready?” With the nod I raised Misao slightly, watched her make that strange face again and lowered her back down. It would take a little more time and controlled movements before Misao would be moaning my name.
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As expected, as I guided Misao’s hips she began to move just that little bit more then what I would do with my hands and it sent shudders not only into her but to me as well. She was beginning to moan and pant and I loved it. It too was helping to bring me closer to the edge and it was all or nothing now as I gripped Misao’s hips tightly and began moving in and out of her in long fluid strokes.
“Ah, Aoshi…nng…” She truly was quite responsive indeed and with several more powerful thrusts, the sounds of our joining, the swish of bare sweaty legs against damn clothing was indeed, very arousing. Misao’s body went stiff above me and I felt the beginning of her release and in time slipped over the edge as well. It instantly made her gasp, the warmth, the power of conjoined releases made her scream my name to the forest as her arms were clenched around my shoulders and her sweat trickled cheek was pressed tightly against mine.
I was certain I would not be able to hear in that ear properly for the rest of the day.
As we both came down from the searing passion of love making, Misao was panting against my chest, arms slack but still wrapped around me while I buried my head into her right shoulder and neck area.
She was…my woman now.
At that I promptly fell on my back, making Misao squeal lightly as she rested above me, I still within her.
This feeling of completeness, it was something I’d never experienced before until now. Though it was long ago, I do remember bedding many women, but there would only be one who would forever remain within my heart.
“Aoshi…?” And she was lying above me, within my strong embrace and still joined with me. She would be bleeding, perhaps sore even and she would need to be cleaned up, as I would, but for now, I just wanted to remain behind these bushes, lying on the lush grass with her.
“Mm?” I didn’t have the strength to murmur much at the moment. Misao had me spent.
“A-Are we going to tell the others? Not about this, but just about how we feel?”
“I’m sure, in some sense…they already know.” Misao closed her eyes and rested her head against my chest.
This I would hold onto.
It was all beginning to change now. And I now realised that change was a very good thing.
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“Aoshi-sama, Misao-chan, where are you guys?” Came a voice from further down the river. Omasu had come searching for them, to tell Misao that her visitor had come back with what she requested of him. He in fact was a craftsman that Misao had gone to in order to make Aoshi new kodachi. He’d placed away his old ones, stating he never wished to see or use them again and she thought a new pair and a new beginning would do him wonders. Omasu knew that Misao had wanted to present him with them and ask if he’d help build the Oniwabanshuu with her once more.
Omasu made her way to where she’d found the two of them “training” as Misao had stated when she was found in that compromising position, but as she looked around all Omasu found was a pair of gloves and Misao’s geta, outer kimono and obi.
“What in the world are those two up to…” Omasu muttered to herself before she turned around and headed back to the Aoi-ya.
She would surely tell the others of her findings and couldn’t wait to press matters when the two of them returned.
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Author’s Notes: Dear Oneesan, gomen nasai it took so long, but hopefully it was okay. ^_^; Ah, hello! Its finally complete! YAY! Actually not really the way it was intended to come out, but oh well. I was going to have more lemon, but I’m all lemon-ed out and I’ve no idea why???? I made the last part Third Person POV just because. Thank you to all who read this.