Saucy

By Shin Sankai

 

Authors Notes: My lemony present to Silver Miko, who keeps on wanting lemons and its also another for the September Challenge at the SLML. It’s lame and not lemony enough. Nuts!

 

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When Makimachi Misao’s parents died, they left her a small store - which was only a little bigger then what would be considered a market stall – no one has ever thought she would actually keep it and turn it into a small success.

 

Misao’s parents had been sweet tooths and sold candy in this very store, but once Misao completed high school, did some research and found something that would not only teach her as well as entertain her, Misao decided to not follow along the lines of sweets and instead turned the “Makimachi Sweets” into “Makimachi Jams”.

 

Of course this had become quite a shock to those around her, but Misao had always been the genki creative girl and something hands on hat would be her own creation as well as challenging at times definitely suited her best.

 

Her weekend would consist of going to the local Saturday Markets in Kyoto and seeking out the best fruit she could possibly find for her numerous jams. Once they were ordered, she’d head back to her adoptive grandfathers restaurant complex and inside a building, which had once been a dojo at the back of the restaurant, Misao worked her magic at creating her jams using the latest technology machinery. Of course she blended in her own herbs or spices into the mixtures to give it that special Makimachi touch.

 

Surprisingly enough though, Misao hadn’t been famous for her jams even though they were quite popular indeed and instead would always sell out of her Apple Sauce.

 

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The clinking of keys at the door of “Makimachi Jams” indicated that Misao had just arrived and was in for another busy afternoon. She would spend the morning coming up with new jams or sauces and then around 1pm she would open up her little shop to the public. Misao unlocked the door, opened it and closed it behind her as she flicked on the fluorescent lights and stared around the small to medium sized stall.

 

Her customers were never allowed into the store, it being far too small for great displays and so all of Misao’s concoctions of jams and sauces were placed on shelves or in cupboards. The rectangle style store only held a small bathroom, a small kitchen area, a fridge and a preparation bench. Just to the right of Misao was a counter and a window bay area where her customers would order whatever they wished from her selection. It of course wasn’t open as of yet since there was still 15 minutes to go after all. On the counter facing the closed window was the register, EFTPOS machine and a small basket of red and green apples with a jar of her latest sauce ‘Apple & Cinnamon’ resting amongst them.

 

As Misao flicked on her register and pulled out her till money from her black book case bag, she listened to the door open and from the corner of her eyes watched a 6-foot tall man close it behind him. This was her “assistant” or more importantly someone who just came to help her because he had “nothing better to do”.

 

“Ah, good morning Aoshi!”

 

“Misao…” He murmured back in his blissfully deep voice as he headed towards the bathroom to place his own bag and coat on one of the remaining hooks on the door.

 

Shinomori Aoshi aged 26 (3 years her senior) and a drop dead gorgeous man at that. Misao had known him since she was 10 years old, his parents were frequent customers at the Aoi-ya – her grandfather’s restaurant – and somehow they’d just clicked instantly. People didn’t know why since Aoshi was the strong silent type and Misao was the loud boisterous type. Misao quickly glanced Aoshi’s way to find his casual attire very nice indeed as he dressed in black jeans, black singlet and deep red button down shirt with three buttons undone on it. That is how she saw the singlet after all. As Misao looked at him, her eyes diverted instantly when she thought he would stare back at her and so Misao went back to doing what she had been. This was the worst part of it all for Misao since she started feeling attracted to Aoshi when she was around 13 years old and even though 10 more years had passed, nothing had ever happened. Aoshi and her…were just friends.

 

“No programming today?” Misao questioned while placing coins into their rightful slots in the till. Aoshi was a computer software programmer and a very popular one at that. It appeared Aoshi had certain rules when he did do his work and only a select few businesses he would actually do business with. While Misao opened up to everyone Aoshi had select people to go to.

 

“No, not today.” Aoshi replied back in his usual straightforward curt way. He did after all; speak only what he felt was needed of him. No use in pointless chitchat with this man. And because of this Misao found him utterly intriguing and very easy on the eye to look at.

 

“You don’t have to always come here and help me Aoshi, especially on your days off.”

 

“Its alright, I don’t mind it here.” Misao let out a small sigh at his casual remark. She had been secretly hoping he would say something along the lines of “I like spending time with you” but of course reality was far crueller to her. As Misao lost herself within wishful thinking she never did feel a pair of green eyes gazing over at her.

 

Aoshi had been transfixed by Misao’s sudden change in attire. Over the years he’d been so used to seeing her in jeans and tank tops and yet today she was dressed in a black pleated style mini skirt and a light purple blouse which showed the outline of her black bra underneath. Her usually braided hair was compiled on the top of her head in a fashionable but messy style, which made her look a little bit older. As Aoshi listened to her hum some nameless tune she had turned to give him a profile look at her face and noticed light makeup outlined her eyes while her lips shone with pink gloss.

 

This sudden change meant only one thing in Aoshi’s mind.

 

“A guy…”

 

“Hmm, what’s that Aoshi?” Misao turned to look back at him, only to find him with his head stuck into the stainless steel fridge.

 

“Would you like coffee?” Misao blinked at that, knowing he had mumbled something completely different but hadn’t been paying attention to what it was. Instead she decided to let it go.

 

“Sure, I’d love some.” As Aoshi filled the kettle and plugged it in, his eyes couldn’t help but flicker back to Misao and he had to do a double take because for a moment there he could have sworn he saw a flash of porcelain skin belonging to Misao’s buttocks! She had been reaching for a jar of strawberry jam and that’s when he thought he saw a flash of pearly skin. Shaking his head and quickly turning away from Misao, Aoshi was sure his mind was beginning to play tricks on him.

 

When the water was boiled, he made Misao’s coffee how she usually took it and then made tea for himself. They drank in silence until Aoshi took the cups, washed them out while Misao opened up the window bay area to find 3 customers were already there and waiting for her to open.

 

“Good morning!” Misao cheerily voiced as she did every afternoon. As the customers rang out their orders, Misao pressed the individual buttons on her register while her “happy helper” Aoshi grabbed them from the shelves and placed the jams and sauces into paper bags.

 

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As time moved on, it was 4pm before Misao knew it and would only remain open for another hour. Today hadn’t been the busiest day, so Misao was always prepared as she sat on a stool and read a murder mystery book while waiting for any other customers. Aoshi by this time, since the flow of customers had dyed down, had excused himself to use the bathroom.

 

“Konnichiwa Misao-san!” Misao looked up from her book and smiled at the young man. She had always thought he was cute, but never took him up on his date offers. Getting off the stool she opened a paper bag and started placing in the jam and sauce order that he asked for.

 

“Oh and my grandmother would like 2 jars of your apple sauce as well.”

 

“Coming right up, oh please try the new one.” Misao voiced, handing a taste tester stick to the 24 year old and opened the jar for him while she went back to stretching up on her toes to get the last jar of applesauce on the shelf.

 

While Misao was doing this, Aoshi had finally come out of the bathroom and looked over at Misao, his eyes going slightly wider as they hadn’t been playing tricks on him at all! As Misao held one side of her pleated mini skirt, a small gust of wind flipped the other side up coaxing Aoshi’s eyes to ogle the supple flesh beneath. Misao…was wearing a g-string. And with this knowledge Aoshi hadn’t noticed a spare box of applesauce lying near the counter and tripped over it, crashing instantly to the ground with a loud thud.

 

“Ah, Aoshi, are you alright?” Misao squeaked out, ready to rush over to him to help him up but another customer was waiting to be served.

 

“I’m fine…” Came the mumble from the ground as Aoshi lay on his stomach, one hand raking through his silky black locks of hair. His eyes watched an applesauce jar twirl around in circles before rolling towards him to stop against his elbow. He’d never been a lover of sweet things, but right at this very moment Aoshi felt compelled to taste Misao’s famous applesauce, but not the way others tasted it. He actually wanted to taste it…on her! Just that simple glimpse had set Aoshi’s neither regions on fire and now the image of Misao and applesauce would not leave his mind at all.

 

“Thank you, please come again!” Misao spoke happily and hummed to herself once more and then greeted yet another customer. She had not realised that Aoshi had stuck his head around the corner to eye her once more before glancing down at the jar in his hand. He wanted a taste right now. With eyes blazing, Aoshi crawled on the floor army style towards Misao and flipped onto his back, slouching against the cupboards as he stared heatedly at Misao who still hadn’t noticed he was there. She was busy chatting with a customer who couldn’t see into the store and wouldn’t have a single clue as t what he was doing…or going to do.

 

“It’s a beautiful afternoon I hope you EEK!”

 

“Misao-san is everything alright?” The customer replied as Misao let out a shriek. She had been going for a jar of raspberry jam from the opposite side of the counter when her foot ran into the side of something big and she toppled slightly only to be caught by cool hands against her thighs.

 

“Ah, ye-yes I’m fine. Raspberry jam wasn’t it?” Misao made a slight laugh and quickly glanced down at Aoshi whose head was arched against the brown cupboards and gazing…most embarrassingly for her…at her crotch! With shaky hands Misao placed the jam into the bag, took the money and bid the customer farewell.

 

“Aoshi, what are you DO-ing? Ah, welcome, how can I HELP you?” Misao blushed in slight embarrassment, mainly for the fact that she was now standing spread legged behind the high counter and Aoshi…Aoshi was…caressing her thighs. When she felt teeth nibbling her soft skin on the inside of her thigh Misao bit back a swoon and gave her customer a cringing style smile.

 

“Is everything alright?” The young woman questioned and Misao couldn’t help but nod numerous times before groaning out,

 

“Stomach troubles…” As Aoshi’s hands got higher, snaking into the flimsy material of her g-string she felt the material give way, sliding down her thighs and she thumped the counter top making the woman jump as she did so. “I…I’m sorry, I’m going to have to close early to-today! Ah, ex-excuse me!” And with that Misao fumbled the latch of the window to unlock it so it could be pulled down and bit back a moan as she felt one leg lift up as her underwear was placed aside. Finally after much fumbling on Misao’s part the window closed with a thunk and the shutters shut instantly leaving the only light in the store from the fluorescents burning above.

 

“Oh god…” Misao groaned aloud, eyes clouding over, as the leg that had been raised to remove a side of her panties did not lower back to the ground and instead rested over one of Aoshi’s shoulders and her knee dug into the cupboard. Her hands fisted on the counter when certain fingers began to explore her nether regions. As her lips were parted, Misao moaned once more, thighs shaking slightly and her forehead smacked onto the stainless steel counter when a finger crazed against her sensitive nub.

 

“Aoshi what…what…brought this on?” Misao squealed, trying to lift her forehead, trying to lower herself to look upon Aoshi but she had no strength to do so and arms that wouldn’t allow her to.

 

“I want to taste your apple sauce…” A deep throaty murmur was whispered against Misao’s heated core and she was ready to mouth what he said back, looking for more reasoning but gasped out loud as a tongue came into action.

 

“Oooooooooh…” Misao instantly melted at the attention given to her and fogged the steel counter top with her panting exhales. Her womanhood throbbed with need as Aoshi pulled away, leaving her completely exposed to his eyes as he dropped them completely away from her body.  “Wh-What’s the matter?” Misao had thought he was finished with her, but nothing was uttered as she listened to the sudden sound of a jar lid popping open and then her eyes widened instantly.

 

Aoshi’s eyes took a dive to the applesauce, fingers running into the cool smoothness of the contents inside the jar before lifting his fingers away and looked at them intensely before his smouldering gaze wandered back to Misao’s sex. A wicked grin formed against his lips as he shifted slightly, needing to get a bit higher and then without a single word the fingers that were covered in applesauce racked over Misao’s outer lips.

 

“AH! AOSHI! THAT’S… Mmmmmmmm…” No more protesting could be heard from Misao as she once more moaned pathetically into the counter, as Aoshi’s tongue tasted her homemade applesauce on her.

 

Aoshi tongue flickered and suckled her sensitive nub till Misao was a sobbing mess on the counter, thighs shaking, begging for him to do more, to release her from this illustrious torture. With one hand dipping back into the applesauce, the other clenched one of Misao’s butt cheeks and pulled her impossibly closer. Aoshi could smell Misao’s heady musky scent with added apple spice and groaned just like she did when one saucy finger slipped into her folds. It didn’t take long for another cool finger to slip in and as Aoshi grazed his teeth against Misao’s nub, his fingers began to slowly move in and out of her folds. He delighted in the squishing sounds that were being created because of the friction and increased his tempo, liking that Misao’s hips jerked a little at the action digging her womanhood into his teasing mouth more.

 

“OH, OOOOOOOOOOOOH!” Misao hit her climax, knees buckling beneath her as she held onto the counter for dear life while Aoshi licked and sucked every inch out of her. She throbbed for more attention, but didn’t know how to voice such a thing and instead collapsed to the ground when arms suddenly let go of her. She let out a small squeak of surprise and landed on Aoshi’s thigh, this making her gasp since she was still very sensitive and any sudden movement against her labia was getting her off again. Misao’s hands were flopped at her sides, but there was nothing she could do when her eyes focused on Aoshi and found two fingers pressing against her closed lips. She opened them instantly and couldn’t help but dart out her tongue as she licked his applesauce fingers clean. There was a hint of herself on them as well which made Misao swoon a little.

 

“Tasty…” Aoshi murmured and would not drop his eyes from Misao when he lifted his knee and observed her arch as this movement contracted his thigh into her once more.

 

“Oh please…” Misao was literally at Aoshi’s mercy and did as his hand told her to and that was to lie back on the floor of her shop. Her knees were raised and she knew Aoshi could see everything, but that never stopped her from moaning or arching her back as cool fingers, coated fingers grazed her tender flesh once more. Misao was nothing but nerves as she moaned and panted on the floor while Aoshi’s fingers pumped in and out of her again and again, taking her to new heights with a second climax fast approaching.

 

Misao could have sworn something was being placed against her skin, her shirt now pried open but hadn’t the faintest idea and was far to lost within the moment to even care as lips lapped at her chest, the material of her bra having been pulled away so her nipples could be suckled and hardened.

 

“Aaaaaaaaaah…” Aoshi felt Misao contract around his fingers and groaned into her mouth, finally sharing their first kiss as it was mixed with their saliva, Misao’s essence and her famous applesauce. Misao once more coated Aoshi’s fingers and her sprawled liquid-like body shuddered beneath his in control taut one.

 

For a last ditch effort to get Misao to climax just once more, Aoshi lifted her up quickly, fingers delving even more into her hidden depths and watched Misao arch again, a sob of ecstasy escaping her lips as she threw her arms around his shoulders and clutched at him.

 

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Minutes ticked by as the throbbing subsided and Aoshi removed his hand. Misao’s face was still pressed to the side of his neck while Aoshi glanced down at the half empty jar of applesauce. A twitch finally alerted Aoshi that Misao was pulling away from him and the both of them did nothing but stare at each other for several more minutes.

 

Misao’s face was slightly blotchy, cheeks flushed pink and several strands of hair had fallen from their rightful places against the top of her head. To many, she’d be a ghastly sight to behold, but Aoshi had never seen anything cuter as her eyes drifted from his to look shyly down, she not knowing what to say at such a time like this.

 

“Lets clean up and I’ll walk you home.” There were jerky nods of the head as Misao stood up on wobbly legs and watched with wide eyes as Aoshi picked up her flimsy underwear and pocketed them! She chewed on her bottom lip, but melted instantly when Aoshi’s hand, those wonderful magical hands, took a hold of her face and then he pressed his glorious lips against her once more. “Better yet, you go make yourself look presentable and I’ll clean up.” Misao flushed at this, knowing her shirt was still open, her breasts were exposed and she of course wasn’t wearing anything beneath her skirt.

 

“O-Okay…” Misao backed away and rushed to the bathroom where she slumped against the door, heart pounding and a bright smile on her face. She couldn’t help but do a little dance at her victory of getting Aoshi to notice her more. Omasu had been right, men’s eyes did certainly wander to places that they had never had privilege to gaze upon before. However, this did make Misao frown a little. Did this mean that nothing else appealed to Aoshi but sex with her? Shaking her head she quickly adjusted herself as much as possible, though it did feel completely weird to not be wearing anything beneath her skirt and then grabbed their bags. Aoshi had been the only one to bring a coat and Misao placed it on instantly. What if there was a sudden gust of wind and it lifted her skirt up? She’d give several old people that walked around her neighbourhood heart attacks for sure.

 

When Misao returned Aoshi was waiting at the door, knowing she’d get their stuff and his deep red shirt was untucked as it fell mid thigh against him. Misao eyed him quietly as they walked out and Aoshi instantly knew the question hidden within…well one in any case.

 

“I can’t very well walk around with a stain on my jeans now can I?” He watched Misao blush and smirked lightly down at her even though Misao was locking the door of her store and trying to not look embarrassed since the stain was hers.

 

“Here…” Misao spoke and handed Aoshi his bag before walking off and not being able to stop from blushing or chewing on her lip as a gust of wind every now and then rushed up her legs. “U-Um, Aoshi…can I ask…why?” It took Misao ages to squeak that out, but when she did her ocean blue orbs finally looked up at her tall “lover” and waited agonising minutes for him to respond.

 

“I am attracted to you Misao. Fear not this won’t be a one off situation.” That was good enough for Misao and she linked her arm with Aoshi’s and hugged it to her side.

 

“I’m glad…” Misao muttered back. “Though, could you try and not seduce me at work, its really embarrassing.”

 

“I say that back to you Misao. Do not wear such flimsy attire for I have no control over what will happen if you do.” Green orbs observed Misao’s flush brightened and he slipped his arm away from her tight grip.

 

“Eh?”

 

“I like you just as you are Misao and if you’d be your outspoken self and tell me that you want to go out with me, things wouldn’t seem so weird right now for you.” Misao stopped in the street near some traffic lights and held onto Aoshi’s hand with the both of hers. His soft green eyes, which were slightly murky with grey colouring were calmly staring down at her and Misao took a deep breath before placing on her ever bright faithful and very truthful smile.

 

“I l-love you Aoshi.” She observed his eyes widened slightly and felt his hand grip one of hers more tightly.

 

“Since when?”

 

“Um, since I was 13?” Misao bashfully confessed back and let off a small laugh but gasped lightly when Aoshi’s hand jerked from hers and instead wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her into his taut physique. Misao jerked her head back to gaze up into Aoshi’s possessive gaze and felt his forehead connect with hers as he continued to stare down at her.

 

“You sure do take your time in confessing Misao.” Her eyebrows scrunched together at that and before she could pull away from him, start a small argument Aoshi pushed her into crossing the street.

 

After many minutes of walking, Misao listened to Aoshi sigh, his hand around her shoulders making her tilt her head back to gaze up at his tall form once more.

 

“Me too Misao.” A wide opened mouthed smile broke onto Misao’s lips as she practically jumped into Aoshi’s arms and hugged him around the neck. Lucky she was wearing his long baggy coat after all.

 

“Since when Aoshi?”

 

“Since about…ten minutes ago?” He received a slap on the chest for that and watched Misao’s eyes narrow as she stopped walking to wait for him to confess. “Okay, how about, since you grew boobs then?” Another smacked to the chest and Misao stormed off this time.

 

A light chuckle broke from Aoshi’s lips as his longer strides caught up with Misao and he caught her around the shoulders, hugging her from behind, her petite frame pressed tightly against his harder body.

 

“How about, since I was 16?” Misao pressed the back of her head against Aoshi’s chest and gazed up at him, knowing this time the answer was true.

 

“Took you long eno-” She never could finish since Aoshi’s lips had dropped to hers to quieten her down. She had turned down the street leading to her apartment building and it was a relatively dark street that basically meant Aoshi could do whatever he wanted to her and no one could see it. This instantly got Misao’s insides tingling, but she let out a moan of complaint when Aoshi broke away from her.

 

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” Misao was a little disappointed as Aoshi dragged her along, but her hand was in his and that made her feel a little better.

 

The two of them stood at the bottom of the stairs to entering Misao’s apartment building and she fidgeted as Aoshi stood looking up at the fifth floor and right into the closed bedroom window that belonged to her. He’d been to her place before, strictly on friendly terms, but now it was different.

 

“Well…” Aoshi began but Misao interrupted him.

 

“Want to come up?” Aoshi stared down at Misao, noticing there was a new fire within her eyes even if she was chewing on her bottom lip.

 

“Is there applesauce upstairs?” Aoshi questioned, eyes roaming to the window and then back down to Misao once again.

 

“O-Of course… Its my specialty…” Misao’s voice died down slightly as Aoshi pressed his body to hers once more while one hand dove into the folds of his coat and stroked the back of her right thigh. As his eyes bore deeply, heatedly into her own, the keys were taken from her other limp hand as warm breath caressed her ear lobe as Aoshi bent down to reply.

 

“Let me show you my specialty Misao.” And with that he dragged Misao into her apartment building, upstairs and locked the door behind them.

 

OooooO

 

The next afternoon customers stood at “Makimachi Jams” and blinked at the closed sign on the door and window shutter.

 

“That must have been some stomach problem.”

 

Oo The End oO