Stirring from her slumber Misao stretched her arms above her head much like a cat would and then dove back into the warmth surrounding her. Though her eyes were closed, her arms instantly roamed the bed to find the man she snuggled against last night. When she couldn’t feel him against her, Misao snapped her eyes open and blinked around the room to find it void of Aoshi. Her eyes turned to the opened window as it was a cool overcast day and a light drizzle had begun. Misao instantly sat up in the bed from the clatter occurring outside the bedroom door and observed with wide eyes as a shirtless Aoshi moved into the room with a breakfast tray in his hands.

"Hmm, I don’t know whether I should feed you breakfast or have you for breakfast." Blushing brightly at his words Misao was soon wide awake when Aoshi placed the tray over her blanketed legs before sitting down on the right side of her.

"That’s um…very crude Aoshi…" Misao mumbled and felt her heart thumping in her chest at the light chuckle escaping Aoshi’s lips.

"You loved it." He murmured before removing the covers off certain dishes and placed them on the bedside drawer. It appeared last nights confessions had loosened Aoshi up even more and then he was back at her side and pouring some juice into a crystal glass. Misao’s eyes however were drawn to Aoshi’s broad chest as his heady musk cologne wafted through the room while his body and hair glistened slightly and had the scent of rain to it too.

"Good morning to you too." Misao muttered trying to contain her blush.

"What would you like first?" Aoshi questioned as he sat at Misao’s side.

"Well actually I’m not really a breakfast eater." Misao mumbled once more before watching confusedly as Aoshi stood on the bed, her head tilted way back to look upon his disheveled features.

"Everyone needs breakfast Misao, now move slightly forward." She did as Aoshi requested of her and her entire body began to hum with butterflies as he sat behind her petite form. His legs were spread wide to accommodate her perky butt between his thighs and his back was pressed against the headboard while her own was against his chest feeling the coolness of his lean muscles against her warm skin. Aoshi brought his right hand over Misao’s shoulder and plucked a strawberry from the silver margarita glass which was full to the brim with ripe juicy berries.

"Open…" He softly commanded against her ear as Misao gave into the temptation at being fed by Aoshi and moulded against him as he continued to feed her. Misao began to relax more and more into this certain role that she’d been given by Aoshi. Though he seemed very much into the whole dominance, it appeared he didn’t mind playing a little servant to her either. Cracking a smile Misao flicked out her tongue as she took the mulberry from Aoshi’s thumb and index finger.

"Do you want to play Misao?" Aoshi murmured as he looked over Misao’s shoulders to notice the small smile gracing her now red and purple coloured lips thanks to the berries she’d been consuming. Bringing up the last of the strawberries, Aoshi tilted Misao’s head back against his shoulder and as her lips parted to catch the fruit within her grasp, Aoshi’s lips decided to get in on the action as well as he lightly brushed them against the side of Misao’s throat. Never once hearing a protest from Misao, the fruit was soon forgotten as Aoshi decided to give Misao one of the greatest "wake up" calls she’d ever have. His lips caught hers sensually and held them in place until he was satisfied he had explored every crevice in her mouth. She tasted sweet to him and a light grunt lodged into her throat at the loss of his lips.

"I think it’s safe to say…I get to have you for breakfast after all." Aoshi sultrily replied and as the tray of food was pushed aside Aoshi moved his legs over Misao’s and locked her in place, not allowing her to turn fully around to embrace him. Instead he wanted Misao at his mercy and with that in mind as well as the little happy sighs she was making he went to work in pleasing the young woman before him. Directing Misao’s arms up over her head, he positioned them around his neck and grinned lightly as she subconsciously began flicking her fingers through his damp hair. Oh she was already half gone and he hadn’t even started with her yet.

"Tell me what you want?" Aoshi murmured huskily in Misao’s ear before placing little kisses against her bare skin since she was still only dressed in her satin boxes and tank top. Flicking out his tongue Misao’s voiced hitched in her throat.

"Y-Your touch…"

"Where do you want it Misao?" Aoshi remarked once more wanting Misao to say it aloud and he felt her sigh when his hand fluttered over her nerves against her stomach.

"E-Every…where…" Came the groaned reply as she blurted that out when Aoshi "experimented" with grazing his index finger over a hardened nipple.

"So be it…" Aoshi happily replied as his hands began caressing Misao’s eager body all over. His lips attacked the side of her throat while both hands groped and massaged her plump breasts. It wasn’t long before her little satin top was cast to the side and Misao slumped against him, chest having and legs subconsciously opening at his requesting hand as it casually moved its way down to her heated centre.

"OH!" She gasped aloud when greedy fingers moved into the waistband of her boxers and underwear and searched out her heated flesh. Once there, Aoshi began a stroking pattern over her sensitive lips, grinning at Misao’s wetness as he lid a finger within her yielding folds. He had to gulp down his own groan at how willingly Misao was giving herself over to him as so he continued to masterfully play with her. As he stroked her, his thumb grazing her responsive nub every now and then Misao moaned happily when Aoshi darted his tongue into her mouth once more, trying to mimic exactly what his right fingers were doing to her down below. He stroked the fires within her as Misao began grinding her hips into his hand while also concentrating on the fact that he fondled with her breasts, especially her overly sensitive nipples.

"Oooooooooh…Kami-sama!" Misao groaned happily as she milked Aoshi’s fingers with her essence and felt the sticky dampness against her underwear. She breathed heavily, chest heaving as she slumped against Aoshi and felt his cool lips press a light kiss against her sweaty temple.

"We haven’t finished yet." Aoshi warned as he leaned Misao forward and onto her hands and knees and slowly removed her shorts and panties from her supple creamy butt and let them hang against her bent knees. Looking over her bent form Aoshi couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of Misao wet and ready for him in such a position. Resting up on his knees Aoshi leaned forward and over Misao and placed his clothed crotch in between her spread thighs and listened to her moan ecstatically at the hardness pressed against her.

"Don’t play…AH…with me…" Misao gritted through clenched teeth as Aoshi rocked carnally against her, his chest against her back, one hand keeping him balanced above her while the other sensually rubbed her forgotten breasts.

"Playing is…half the fun…" Aoshi breathlessly voiced back and his grinding grew a little faster and rougher as Misao moved her hips against his. Her head was bowed, chin resting against her chest and soft ‘ahs’ were breaking through her lips even though she tried to keep them in check as she bit her bottom lip trying to hold onto her release as much as she could. It of course was useless when one had such a hot and extremely experienced guy grinding his erection into her nether regions and yet they weren’t even joined properly. As Misao was chanting ‘hold on’ over and over in her mind she let out a shrill cry when the hand that was fondling her breasts moved down to play with her heated core once more. Feeling herself orgasm in an all mighty way, Misao felt her release trickle slowly down her thigh before she slumped heavily down onto the bed, her breathing not once slowing down as her heart thumped loudly against her rib cage. Misao’s entire body was slack and she felt like she couldn’t move and relented as she allowed Aoshi to roll her over onto her back. Aoshi’s eyes glowed possessively and predatorily as he looked over the spent Misao as she lay sprawled before him.

"A sight I’ll never tire of." Aoshi murmured to himself before stripping himself of his pants and then he lay in between Misao’s thighs. He watched her back arch as he moved forward, the head of his manhood slowly inching its way into her centre. His lips found Misao’s, giving her one of his famous heart rendering kisses as he began a fast rhythm knowing Misao was ready to head into oblivion once more. He knew after the first two, he’d made her extra sensitive to his touch and so it wouldn’t be long before she’d clamp around him. Not only that but her little whimpers and moans were getting him off as their hips glided erotically together, effortlessly bringing release to each other. Misao clutched at Aoshi’s shoulders and Aoshi groaned heavily into her hair. A warmth flooded Misao’s womb, eyes growing wide even though Aoshi slumped against her and they both allowed their hearts and breathing to return to normal as she stewed over what had just happened.

"We didn’t…use protection." Misao spoke a little horrified even though it felt exceptionally good when there wasn’t something around Aoshi protecting him from her constricting walls.

"Are you menstruating?" Aoshi murmured quietly into Misao’s ear as he kissed her flushed cheek lightly before dropping his head onto the pillow beside her own.

"Well…no…but…"

"I wanted to feel you…and fill you completely." Aoshi quietly explained and felt Misao nod her head before her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and held him close against her sweaty skin as her womanhood throbbed lightly from the after glow.

After about twenty minutes of being "crushed" by Aoshi’s weight Misao moved slightly and he took it as she wanted to get up. He slowly removed himself from her and rolled over onto his right side allowing Misao to sit up. With a smirk on his face he noticed his little bite marks against her neck and the plump outer flesh of her breasts.

"I need a shower." Misao muttered as she brushed damp bangs from her forehead.

"Need any help?" Aoshi spoke as he watched Misao get up, for once not caring that she walked around in the buff in front of him as she grabbed some clean clothes and lingerie from the draws and closet.

"No because you’ll only be there to distract me."

"And there is a problem with that?" Aoshi rolled over onto his stomach, hands holding up his chin as Misao walked towards him, placed a kiss against his "pouting" lips before heading towards the bathroom.

"We have to be somewhere in a couple hours and you and I in the shower would certainly take up that couple of hours since I know exactly what you would have in mind." Aoshi watched Misao wink back at him, glad she’d relaxed even more and was actually coming out with some kinky attitude which he really did like as she closed the door to the bathroom not allowing him to sneak inside.

XxXxXxX

Emerging from the bathroom in a long black skirt and deep purple button down top that rested at her hips, Misao found Aoshi still sprawled on the bed with his head resting in his forearms and head tilted towards the large window. Her eyes roamed the expanse of his back and down to rest hungrily on his tight buttocks as he had not bothered to cover himself up. His entire skin was lightly tanned all over with puckered scars here and there but Misao confessed to herself that just made him appear even sexier then he already was to her. Having tied her hair back in a low ponytail, Misao moved onto the bed and straddled Aoshi to sit upright on his firm backside.

"Are you getting up today?" She hummed lightly as she leant down to brush her lips over Aoshi’s back before feeling him shudder and then instantly his arms thrust out, his body turned and she blinked owlishly as she stared up at his smirking face. She wondered yet again how in the hell she ended up being on the bottom…though with that intense look burning her very soul as a tongue prided open her lips…who was she to complain! Moaning lightly Misao tried and finally succeeded in shooing Aoshi off of her responding body and murmured for him to shower and dress as she had a surprise. Of course as Aoshi left, the thoughts roaming his mind were not even close to what Misao had in store.

XxXxXxX

Heading out the door dressed in black trousers and deep blue shirt, Aoshi followed Misao quietly as they both headed down to the lobby, numerous guests looking at them or more importantly their joined hands and watched silently as they left the lobby and got into the limousine Yahiko was driving.

"So where are we headed?" Aoshi received nothing but silence as Misao gazed out the window, bangs blowing freely in the cool breeze. Frowning slightly at her unresponsive ways Aoshi reached out and clutched Misao’s chin diverting her face (mainly her eyes) back to him.

"What is this surprise?"

"A surprise doesn’t mean I tell you." Misao mockingly voiced and watched Aoshi sigh as he sat back into the leather of the limousine and refused to meet her lightly smiling face. She liked playing with him, but this subject was extremely sensitive and wondered how he’d go as soon as he recognised the woman they were going to meet.

The short ride soon ended as Aoshi watched Yahiko get out, opening the door for him and with a hand extended to help Misao out even though he was looking around the relatively quiet park. Wondering why Misao would come here of all places Aoshi observed as she waved him to follow, this time not even taking his hand in hers. The thin line of his lips remained, as it seemed Misao wasn’t one for openly showing her feelings in front of the public…or perhaps it was because of him and she didn’t want people to see her a proper businesswoman mixing with him. Not knowing what else to do but follow, he weaved his way through the rows of trees and haltered immediately as the wide span of the park was spread out for him to gaze upon. Finally looking over at a bench he noticed a woman with long black hair sitting down with her back to him.

"Misao what did you do?" Icy green eyes focused on Misao’s face as she gulped down the lump in her throat and squeezed his hand.

"She doesn’t have to know who you really are. I just want you to face her." Lightly being pulled by Misao, Aoshi stiffly made his way over to the park bench and watched as Megumi turned her maroon eyes staring over at him before lifting them to Misao’s.

"This is an acquaintance of mine, Aoshi." Misao voiced leaving off his last name for certain reasons and with a light smile she guided the rigid man to sit down beside her and opposite Megumi.

"Oh, well what is it you wanted to speak to me about? You know I am a very busy woman." Misao couldn’t help but snort at this and flipped some hair over her shoulder almost mimicking Megumi herself.

"What you mean to tell me you’ve stopped wallowing in self pity now?" Maroon widened slightly at Misao’s behaviour but didn’t say anything as her eyes were drawn back to Aoshi who was cupping his chin as his elbow rested on the table top and was looking at the swaying leaves in the trees.

"So, Aoshi-san what is it that you do?" Megumi questioned and without making eye contact with the woman he answered as loosely as possible.

"This and that, I’m all over the place really."

"I see… So how did you meet dear Misao-chan here?" Ocean blue eyes fumed silently at Megumi for the ‘chan’ part and turned to face Aoshi as he looked bored on the outside but she knew inside his stomach would be churning in nervousness around his step-sister.

"She broke down in my neighbourhood."

"You don’t like talking much do you?" Megumi questioned as her hand went out to lightly glide over his forearm, which instantly Aoshi pulled away, a thin line against his lips as he stood up from his seat.

"Would you like a drink Misao?" Jerking her head affirmatively Misao watched along with Megumi as Aoshi walked off.

"How did you find such a hot guy Misao-chan?"

"Like he said, he helped me out when I broke down."

"I see…"

"Don’t even think about it Megumi-san. I know that scheming voice and don’t you even think about trying to take him away from me."

"So he does mean more then an acquaintance." Misao frowned at Megumi’s words. She liked the woman, but sometimes she just seemed like such a man chaser that she couldn’t stick with one…namely Sagara-kun…and Misao prayed to all Gods that she wouldn’t think twice about Aoshi for obvious reasons.

"Yes he does, so leave him be." Placing up her hands at Misao’s strained voice the two of them watched as Aoshi ordered some drinks from the vendor, but Megumi’s breath caught in her throat and her heart pounded heavily in her ears as she watched a certain spiky haired male walk up to the exact same vendor.

"Sa-Sano…" Megumi muttered before turning her eyes to Misao.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! I just wanted to talk!" Misao fanned innocence and from the viewpoint she noticed that Sano began talking to Aoshi and he back to him. Could her plan possibly get any better? It seemed to because Aoshi motioned his hand to where he was sitting, his "unguarded attitude" coming forth as he politely questioned whether Sano wanted to join himself and the two women he was stuck with. While Megumi tried to hide herself behind a magazine she’d brought with her, Misao observed the two men come towards them.

"Suck in that stubbornness Megumi-san and get back your man!" Misao growled as she switched seats and sat next to the now timid Megumi.

"Misao I got this guy to join us." Aoshi muttered as he came over with tea and watched as the cinnamon eyed young man pointed at the two women.

"Weasel and Fox, what the hell are you doing here?" Blinking at the slightly put out male Aoshi watched as he decided to sit down, a narrowed look on his face as he greeted Megumi through clenched teeth.

"Megumi…"

"Rooster…" She muttered back trying to gain back her composure.

"You are a piece of work you know that Weasel-chan." Misao parted her lips but Sano was already up on his feet. "I mean lying to me so you could make me see Megitsune again, what the hell were you thinking? What did you want to do? Rub it in my face that she walked out on me telling me I wasn’t good enough for her?"

"NO! THAT’S NOT IT!" Misao yelled back, hands slammed against the tabletop as this was going horribly wrong.

"Then what Misao-chan, please explain for I’m dying to hear this explanation since you’ve wasted my time seeing this punk?"

"STOP IT BOTH OF YOU!" By now other pedestrians had randomly stopped to see the very short Misao yelling at the top of her lungs. "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?" Misao seethed as she tried to lower her voice as she had the full attention of cinnamon, maroon and ice green orbs.

"Look we’ve all done stupid things in our lives and there is no amount of apologies that can make up for it. All one needs is to know that someone is always there for us so that we can go on living. I can’t believe the two of you are acting so childishly. You love each other, deep down you both know it so stop being morons and make up already!"

"Why would I make up with that?" Megumi spoke as though she were looking at garbage and turned her head away from Sano. If looks could kill the scathing comment was very much a slap in the face for Megumi…and Aoshi.

"Yeah well look whose talking! You can’t even keep your legs shut you had to go running to some fucking male prostitute. I couldn’t think of anything worse then selling your body just to get some action!"

"Sometimes…" Three pairs of eyes turned to look at Aoshi, his gaze not focused on any of them as he stared up into the sky as it began to drizzle once more. "…life deals you a hard bargain and when you’re young and alone you think there are less choices in life so you take the easiest path and then as time goes by you think ‘this must be it for me, this must be all I can do in life’ and before you know it you’re dragged in over your head."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Sano yelled but watched as Aoshi stood up and reefed Sano closer by the collar of his shirt.

"Don’t start sprouting hatred for people you don’t even know…or could even begin to understand." Letting go his ‘death glare’ was now focused on a wide-eyed Megumi. "He is not your father and will never be like him so don’t treat him like shit. You used to be better then that." With that Aoshi walked off, hands thrust into his pockets as ocean blue orbs frowned in sadness as he walked away.

"Man where did you pick up that psycho from?" Sano muttered as he straightened out his shirt but received a smack over the head instead. "Ow, what the fuck Weasel!"

"Misao-chan…is he a…"

"Yes…Aoshi used to be a prostitute. Now do you understand why he was so upset."

"You fucking kidding me! Him?" Sano yelled as he watched the fading Aoshi disappear into the landscape. "He’d make a fucking fortune."

"SANO!" Misao fumed and hit him again. So she wasn’t meant to tell them, but Megumi was a smart woman and would have said it allowed anyway.

"What? Sorry, geez will you stop smacking me woman!" He fumed as Misao sighed lightly and scratched the back of her head.

"I broke down in a very seedy area and was being harassed by some men. Aoshi came to my rescue and with that somehow I ended up inviting him back to the Suite."

"You sold your virginity to a male whore?"

"Will you shut up Rooster! I did no such thing…and I’m not a damn virgin!" Misao took in deep breaths as she sat back down, hands clasped together in front of her as she muttered out a confession.

"Ever since Jiya died, I’ve been so alone…so lost and really unhappy. Everytime I come to Tokyo I fill trapped in that penthouse as the quiet engulfs me, but with him there I’m no longer alone anymore. We really don’t have a lot in common, well except maybe drinking tea and yet I feel comfortable being with him. Aoshi has become a companion to me and one that I treasure greatly."

"Weasel listen to yourself, you’re talking about a prostitute like he’s important."

"HE IS IMPORTANT!" Misao bellowed before slapping her hand over her mouth. Her eyes wavered as Megumi and Sano looked quietly and anxiously at her.

"Misao-chan…are you…in love with him?" Megumi wisely questioned the young businesswoman and watched as teary eyes captured her own. An answer was not needed as it was written over her entire face.

"Taken by a prostie, this is too fucking weird." A loud slap rung through the park as Misao stood up, hand outstretched and a red mark on Sano’s cheek.

"He’s not a prostitute anymore Sagara-kun, so stop talking like he’s some form of disease that needs to be contained. Aoshi’s a real person with real feelings so don’t belittle him when you don’t even know him!" Racing away with tears running down her face Misao know that if she’d have seen a telepathic outcome of what would happen this day she would have never decided to call the both of them out here. Everything had gone utterly wrong. Sano and Megumi hated each other, Aoshi was angry and now she was blubbering like a baby. This day was going from bad to worse.

XxXxXxX

Placing the security card into the lock Aoshi watched the light go green as he turned the door handle and walked into the penthouse. He had wondered around for hours just thinking and muttering stupid inside his mind over and over again for practically telling everyone in ear shot what his "profession" was. Sighing as he lay down on the couch, an arm thrown over his eyes te deafening silence was broken by a soft sultry voice that made all of Aoshi’s muscles freeze up.

"I knew you would have come back here." Pulling his arm away from his eyes hoping he was hallucinating but unfortunately for Aoshi that was not to be the case, as he gazed his eyes over at Megumi leaning against the penthouse door. Now he felt stupider for not having closed the door properly.

"What do you want?" He remarked trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"What every woman wants, a man in her bed." Appalled at the way Megumi had turned out Aoshi instantly rose from the couch as Megumi came over to sit right beside him, her hand caressing his chest lightly.

"I think you should leave."

"I can pay you top dollar, what do you say handsome?"

"I say no…and get the hell out." Aoshi scathingly replied as he lightly pushed Megumi’s advances from himself. Just the way she spoke and the way she made him feel as he remembered that other male prostitutes would be leaping at the chance to gain a few hundred thousand yen, but he was not.

"Are you refusing a beautiful woman like me because of that skinny bitch!" Turning narrowed eyes to Megumi his hands instantly went to her shoulders scaring her slightly at the feral look in his eyes.

"Never will you refer to Misao as that. Do you hear me?" Pulling away from his painful grip Megumi slapped him over the face, which had surprised Aoshi as he dropped to the carpeted floor.

"HOW DARE YOU REFUSE ME!" She yelled and smacked him again. Aoshi did not once block the hit and allowed it to occur. In truth all his memories of their childhood together came rushing back as took each blow with a yelling or crying teenaged Megumi flashback.

"You must have hated me so much." At those words Megumi stopped thumping Aoshi to watch those green orbs connect with her angry gaze.

"Those eyes…you are…from that apartment block." Megumi muttered as the image of a disgusting man trying to attack her in her hung over state before another male with smouldering green eyes broke in and saved her.

"I was…trying to protect you from making another mistake."

"WHAT THE HELL FOR? YOU DON’T KNOW ME!" Megumi snapped as she straddled Aoshi’s thighs.

"I know you…from long ago…Meg-chan…" Maroon eyes widened at those words but the two were interrupted as there was a loud bang coming form the door way. Misao stood there eyes wide at the compromising scene in front of her before she raced over much like what a male would do to protect its mate and reefed Megumi from Aoshi.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET OUT OF MY PLACE!" Misao was livid to see the brother and sister in such an act and her stomach churned at the sight of them in such a position. "DON’T YOU DARE COME BACK!" Misao slammed the door in Megumi’s face and turned her hated gaze to Aoshi, only to watch it demolish in seconds as the usual in control and stoic man before her was falling apart. Aoshi held one hand to the right side of his face while a tear created a wet streak down his left cheek.

"Aoshi!" Misao gasped as she rushed over to him, plonking herself down beside him and instantly her arms were around his shaking form as she drew him into her arms. She’d never seen him in such a state. Even when he was in the rain, confessing some deep secrets, he hadn’t ever lost it like he did now.

"I couldn’t pull away from her. At first…she wanted me, but then she hated me and everything came back…all the past memories I’d locked away and so I allowed her to continuously get her revenge on me. She knows now…who I am. I was the one to rescue her from Kanryuu, but she also knows that I am now the brother she never wanted. I let it slip from the very beginning I was placed in front of her."

"I’m sorry…I’m so sorry for tormenting you like this." Misao confessed into Aoshi’s hair as she placed a light kiss against his head. "When you saw her the first time, it was almost like there was a glimmer of hope inside your eyes and I wanted to help. I did nothing but hurt you more…and now they know who you were."

"Were?" Aoshi repeated as he pulled lightly from Misao to gaze into her sparkling blu pools.

"I don’t want you as a gigolo or a prostitute." Feeling his heart leap into his throat Aoshi could say nothing as Misao engulfed him in her embrace once more and slammed her lips down onto his own. As she furiously plundered into his mouth, Misao’s hands guided Aoshi’s shirt from his chest. It appeared she wanted to lead and this time there was nothing in her way from claiming this man as much as she could. With the small amount of jealously rushing away and the heat of passion taking over Misao pushed her body into Aoshi’s making him lie back on the carpet. Her hands roamed down his taunt skin and began to undo the belt holding his trousers to his hips. Grunting into Misao’s mouth Aoshi panted as Misao pulled away from him and began to attack his throat.

"I want you…only for myself as Aoshi Shinomori the man." Misao confessed while lapping at Aoshi’s neck before biting him effectively as she heard a grunt escape between his teeth. One of Aoshi’s hands by now had a firm grip on Misao right buttocks while the other clenched locks of her silken hair while she slowly edged her way down his chest.

"Allow me…to pleasure you Aoshi." A guttural groan was all Misao received as an answer when she undid Aoshi pants and began to grope him through his briefs. Her tongue was placing small patterns against his squirming abdomen and Misao let go as she placed her fingers into the loops on Aoshi’s trousers and the elastic of his briefs.

"May I…?" Misao huskily voiced, having observed how much Aoshi turned her on and hoped she could do the same by changing the tone in her voice and becoming bolder in how she was around him, this being one of those very moments of course. A reply was not needed as hips lifted from the carpet and in one swoop trouser and briefs were gone as Misao gazed heatedly on the erect manhood before her. Truthfully she had wondered how many women had done this to Aoshi, but quick thinking moved her away from those very unappealing thoughts and her mind…or more importantly her mouth set to work.

"Nnnnn…Misao…" Aoshi muttered as his hand clenched in Misao’s hair, hazy eyes watched her engulf his member with her hot little mouth. No one…had ever gone down on him before. Truthfully it was his job to please the woman and yet this very petite young woman was getting him off…and quickly to as Aoshi experienced his first ever blow job when Misao’s teeth crazed his sensitive flesh. Panting heavily at the after affect Aoshi didn’t notice Misao strip from her underwear before he felt a new heat one that was very sleek and wet against his manhood move down upon him. Snapping his eyes open he found a clothed Misao straddled above him with her black skirt hitched up on her thighs. Sitting up on his elbows Aoshi watched fascinated as Misao began to slowly ride him, her hands moving up her chest to undo the buttons on her blouse. Everytime she got a little faster Aoshi jerked his hips up to meet her and felt the carpet rub against his butt.

"We aren’t…using protection." Aoshi groaned as he threw Misao’s words back at her while the fingers on his right hand went under Misao’s skirt in search of her sensitive clitoris as he stroked the flames of orgasm within her once more.

"I want…to always…feel you around me." Misao also threw back Aoshi’s words while gasping at the contact of fingers against her bundle of nerves. She began moving faster and faster, feeling her walls tighten around the inflamed member pounding up into her womanhood before pleasurably screaming Aoshi’s name at the top of her lungs as she fell into his outstretched arms.

As the heated moment died and the throbbing of their loins cooled, the two lovers basked in the comfort of being intimately joined with the other once more.

"Misao?"

"Mm…?" She murmured sleepily as Aoshi’s fingers ran lazily up and down her back.

"I think…this is the first time I’ve ever gotten carpet burn."

"Where?" Misao questioned and the penthouse was dead silently as Misao’s slow jelly-like mind finally clicked what he was on about. A light giggle broke into the room as one of Misao’s hands massaged the side of Aoshi’s left hip.

"I’ll rub lotion on you later."

"Would you rub something else later?"

"You hentai freak…" Misao quipped back instantly but thought over it for a moment. "Did you really like it?" She shyly voiced as felt a faint throbbing begin again as Aoshi pulled her up his chest to gaze upon her fully.

"It may sound strange Misao, but what you did was something I’ll never be able to express because you are the first to ever want to please me in such a way." Eyes growing wide Misao for once had something to be overly possessive about and placed her head against Aoshi’s heart as the beat began to lull her to sleep. She’d gotten a part of Aoshi that no woman had ever taken with 100% heart in wanting to please him like he did her. Misao hoped as she snuggled into the warmth that was Aoshi that he would say yes to coming to Kyoto with her.

# To be continued… #

Authors Notes: Taadaa, something came out! Woohoo! Actually everyone thank Silver Miko for this as she’s my Aoshi/Misao Fanfic buddy in crime and requested an update of this story as a birthday present from me to her, so Silver-chan Happy Early Birthday and I hope you enjoyed. Hopefully the sequel to ‘Feel Me Up’ will be out by the weekend!

Oh and I’m sure there is mistakes galore in here, so my apologies I just needed to get this out of my system…and fast a it was driving me insane on how to end this chapter.