Anime/Manga Fan Fiction >> Rurouni Kenshin
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By Komagata Yumi
Megumi awoke with a vague
throbbing in her head, the muddled pain an early warning of a headache
soon to come. She rose slowly to her feet, and for a moment
stood looking wistfully at the warm futon where she'd snuggled sound asleep
minutes before. If Dr. Genzai weren't waiting for her at the clinic,
she'd willingly climb back into bed. A few more hours of rest might
stave off the pending migraine before it started. She sighed. Headache
or no, Dr. Genzai was expecting her at the clinic. She'd just have to hope
the slight pain didn't grow to be something less manageable.
She walked to the clinic
slowly, the pain in her head receding as if brushed away by the light morning
breeze. As the ache faded, the day's outlook began to brighten . . . until
the raised voices of a pair of young girls drew her attention. The two
were hanging on Sanosuke, each clasping one of his hands as they chattered
at him. The distance was too great for her to tell what they were saying,
but the piping excitement in their voices was clear, as was the easy-going
laughter in Sanosuke's reply. Pain, tinged brightly with jealousy, returned
with a vengeance as she watched him flirt with the pretty things. Young
and carefree, innocent in thought as well as form, they were everything
she wasn't. Dimwitted ninnies, she thought, and shook her head at
her own bitterness.
She'd been intrigued by
Sanosuke ever since he'd helped rescue her from Kanryu, more so when it
became apparent that Kenshin was hopelessly committed to Kaoru. Deep
down, she knew that she'd flirted with Kenshin more to annoy Kaoru, and
to cover her interest in Sanosuke, than because of any real romantic interest
in the rurouni. A protective maneuver on her part. Sanosuke
had been so . . . cold, so judgmental, when first they met. It had
hurt, especially when she wanted . . . when she wanted . . .
She sighed. It didn't
matter what she wanted, he obviously didn't feel the same. Nothing
she said or did provoked the slightest warmth from him. She traded
insults with him more to get his attention, than because of any truth in
her words. Whereas the innocents across the street needed to do little
more than smile, and the attention she secretly craved showered easily
upon them. She resented them for it, feeling the burden of her past
more sharply as she watched them talk to Sanosuke.
Wincing with the renewed
pain in her head, she continued on her way.
Sano watched as Megumi
made her way down the street, her movements elegant and precise as she
wove easily between the passersby. His attention clearly turned elsewhere,
the two girls who'd been trying to persuade him to enter their restaurant
released his hands, moving on to the next potential customer. Even at a
distance, he could see Megumi flinch as their voices rose in chirruping
welcome, one slim hand lifting to her brow as if in pain. He suppressed
an urge to tell the girls to be quiet, knowing the reaction to be foolish,
the attention something Megumi would find unwelcome. Hell, the Fox Lady
found everything about him foolish and unwelcome.
He shadowed her as she
proceeded to the clinic, some part of him wanting to be certain she arrived
safely. Chikushou . . . he was as bad as Kenshin, worrying for no reason.
But at least Jou-chan appreciated the rurouni's attention. Megumi would
be more likely to treat him to a few scathing words, than to thank him
for his concern.
Walking several meters
behind the doctor, he caught the admiring looks she frequently attracted,
and let his own eyes glare a warning back: Look, but don't touch.
A more possessive part demanded they not even look, letting his eyes harden.
That darker part knew a certain satisfaction in the whispers he overheard
as he passed. "Sano's woman," they said . . . and he wished they were right.
He watched her enter the
clinic, listened to hear the doctor's words of welcome, and then headed
toward the Akabeko for breakfast. As he passed the clinic's open doors,
he allowed himself one last wistful look, hoping to catch a final glimpse
Megumi glanced up from
her first patient of the day to find Sanosuke paused outside, looking in
at her. Cinnamon eyes met brown, and found frustration staring back at
her. Her own longing reflected in his face. A moment later she wondered
if she'd imagined it, as he raised his hand in greeting before continuing
on his way. She blinked, and then turned her attention once more
to the little girl's skinned knee.
"Why don't you take a nap?"
Dr. Genzai suggested sometime later, having noticed that Megumi was holding
her head and wincing at every loud noise. "That was the last of the
patients for now. If anyone shows up while you're asleep, I can take
care of it." Megumi hesitated, then winced again as Ayame-chan and
Suzume-chan ran by the open doors to the clinic, laughing and shouting
to one another. Of course, Dr. Genzai noticed the small movement.
"Go." He insisted firmly.
"Hai . . . arigatou, Genzai-sensei."
Megumi smiled gratefully, and then retreated to one of the clinic's inner
rooms to rest for a while. Her head had been pounding for the last
few hours, wearing her down until she could barely keep her eyes open.
She slid the door closed behind her, loosened her clothing a bit, and collapsed
on the room's small cot. She fell asleep almost instantly, her dreams
filled with warm brown eyes, and a smooth, deep voice. In sleep,
Sanosuke's attention was completely and totally hers, her subconscious
replaying and expanding on the look they'd exchanged that morning.
Dr. Genzai let her sleep
through the afternoon, waking her only when the setting sun had begun to
turn the evening sky faintly pink. Finding her headache gone, she
insisted on staying late to finish the records which had been set aside
while she napped. The kindly old man agreed, after first extracting
her promise to lock up when she left.
Needing to see and speak
to Megumi, even if it was under the guise of insults, Sano was unable to
stop himself from visiting the clinic that evening. By rights, the
place should've been closed when he arrived, but he was pleasantly surprised
to find Megumi alone in her office, patiently logging the details of the
"Oi . . . " he called from
the doorway, and she looked up to see the warm brown eyes from her dreams
fixed on her.
"Sanosuke . . . what are
you doing here?"
He smiled, and slid the
office door closed behind him before coming over to her desk. Seating
himself on the stool beside it, he held out his bandaged hand. "I'm
here to have my hand checked, of course."
"Oh . . . of course.
Well, let's see what you've done to it this week." She took his right
hand between her own, her touch gentle but firm. Her fingers slid
around and between his, unconsciously caressing as she sought to check
how the breaks were healing. "Mou . . . Sanosuke! You need
to lay off the dice and the fighting, or this will never heal properly!"
As usual, she scolded him for his carelessness, unaware that he wasn't
listening, his attention instead focused intently on the motion of her
hands. Her own attention was similarly focused on his nearness rather
than her examination. As always, words served to both heighten and
relieve the tension she felt between them.
Megumi's voice registered
distantly with Sano, enough so that he grunted noncommittally in response,
but he was far more interested in the reactions her light, teasing touch
was engendering. He let his eyes travel upwards from her hands to
her mouth, watching her red lips as she talked, a hunger to taste them
growing within him. Her head was tilted so that he couldn't see her
eyes, but he remembered the look they'd exchanged that morning. Had
he only imagined the longing he'd seen then?
Megumi started when Sano's
fingers suddenly tightened on hers, pulling her gently forward until her
lips were within reach of his. She looked up in surprise, lips parting
to speak . . . and he moved, his mouth capturing hers. His tongue
plunged inside possessively, exploring, tasting . . . claiming. Megumi
closed her eyes, dizzy at the sudden onslaught of sensation. This
was what she'd wanted. Whenever they engaged in their battle of wits,
this was what she'd been trying to provoke. Shocked and frightened
at the strength of her reaction -- her heartbeat racing, her arms reaching
to twine around his neck -- her reason reasserted itself and she pushed
him away, jumping to her feet.
He watched her for a moment
before standing and pacing slowly toward her. She backed away, excited
by the grace of his movements, soothed by the warmth in his eyes . . .
and indefinably frightened by his determination. Beware of what
you want. The old adage whispered inanely through her mind as
she backed up against the wall. She'd wanted his attention, his hunger
. . . and now she had it. A small voice chortled merrily that the
glimpse of craving she'd caught in his eyes that morning had been barely
a taste. Scarcely a fraction of what he felt. He leaned into
her as he approached, caging her between the wall and his body, his heat
and scent filling her senses.
"Sa . . . Sanosuke . .
. " she began, and then those cloth-covered fingers brushed lightly across
her mouth, stilling her.
"Shhh . . . Daijoubu.
Trust me . . . I'll stop if there's anything you don't like."
Sano's words were as blunt and straightforward as always, only his tone
and the timbre of his voice softening them so they slipped through her
mind caressingly . . . winningly. And she wanted this . . . had been
wishing for this for months, practically from the moment she met him.
Should she -- could she -- reject him now that she had what she wanted?
She closed her eyes as
his touch slid down her neck, his mouth returning to taste of her own.
As he kissed her, his fingers continued down to her waist, then around
her back to her loosely tied obi. A moment later it loosened still
further, dropping to the floor. One warm and bare, the other
shielded from her skin by soft linen, his hands returned to her collarbone.
They crept slowly under her kimono, parting the material at the neckline
and drifting downward, revealing her creamy skin as they went. When
they reached her waist, he finally relinquished her mouth, pulling back
to look at her. Nervous, she waited until she heard his hoarse whisper,
"Kirei," to open her eyes. She found his adoring brown ones watching
her, his gaze warm and possessive. She smiled then, basking in that
look as his hands stroked lightly upwards along her sides, paused briefly
to cup her breasts, and then rose to push her kimono off her shoulders.
Kimono discarded, no longer
hesitant with his frankly admiring eyes coaxing her, Megumi raised her
hands to free him of his shirt. Forced to release her while
he shrugged out of the sleeves, Sano let the linen-wrapped fingers of his
right hand slide teasingly from her collarbone to the sensitive space between
her breasts, the light caress leaving little doubt as to where he intended
to pay homage next. As his arms returned to close around her, his
palms sliding across her back to her shoulder blades, Megumi let her fingers
explore lightly over the planes of his chest, the muscles in his arms and
shoulders. Scant seconds later her light touch tightened as he dipped
his head to her breasts, his lips brushing butterfly kisses across them.
She held him tighter still when he took one aching nipple in his mouth,
her fingernails pressing into his skin as he suckled gently. His arms supported
her back as she arched to give him greater access.
"Sano . . . " she sighed,
letting her fingers slide into his hair, finding the dark, thick strands
to be faintly rough. Elemental.
"Aa," he responded, shifting
his attentions to the other peak, his voice so low it was barely audible.
She moaned at the craving his touch was inducing, and felt him smile against
her skin. His lips travelled slowly up her body to capture hers again,
kissing her slowly, letting her know his hunger was a match for the one
he was creating in her.
His embrace shifted around
her as he eased his leg between hers, parting them. Nimble fingers
danced lightly across her stomach, then dipped lower. She cried out
when he found the sensitive, aching spot at the apex of her thighs, electricity
rippling through her in response. Embarrassed at the needy sound
of her own voice, she turned her face into his shoulder.
"Yes," he breathed into
her hair. "That's it." Whispering encouragement and endearments
he caressed her, coaxing moans and sighs from her lips with his touch.
Gradually the pleasure overcame her embarrassment, and she turned her face
to him again, willingly offering her mouth for his kiss. His hand
continued to play gently between her legs as his tongue explored her mouth,
laying claim to the satin recesses.
Megumi was drowning, eyes
closed, every other sense -- sound, touch, taste, scent -- filled with
Sanosuke and the excitement he evoked. She moaned into his mouth
as he caressed her, teasing her nerve endings, slowly forcing her body
toward some unknown height. She felt him shift against her, and for
a moment his fingers withdrew, leaving her bereft . . . wanting.
She cried out in protest, her eyes flying open, her fingers clenching on
his shoulders. His low voice sounded in her ears in response, quieting
her, reassuring her.
His hands returned to her,
circling her waist and lifting her easily against him. She needed
no coaxing to wrap her legs around his waist, feeling a welcome hardness
settle against the ache he had created as she did so. Slowly, so
very slowly, he began to enter her. "Sa . . . no . . ." she whimpered,
the empty, hungry feeling more than she could bear.
"I know, Megumi.
Trust me." His voice was rough, hoarse, a reflection of his
own need. She whimpered again at his words, twisting her hips in
an effort to hurry him, the motion an unwitting caress. He gasped
as pleasure rippled through him in response, unable to stop himself from
taking her completely, surging inside her.
Megumi cried out at the
sudden shock of pain, and he froze instantly at the sound, forcing his
clamoring body to stillness. "Oh, Megumi . . . " his voice was soft,
regretful, filled with remorse at having hurt her. His forehead came
to rest against hers, and slowly she opened her eyes to meet his.
Their warm, brown depths reflected the same emotions she heard in his voice,
as well as concern and -- perhaps -- a bit of masculine satisfaction.
Unwillingly she found herself smiling at that. He hadn't known.
He really could be an idiot, sometimes. A small part of her whispered
that she should be insulted . . . but that dissenting voice was drowned
out by the contentment she felt at his reaction. His embrace had
tightened, his concern magnified, and he waited patiently, though anxiously,
for her to signal her readiness to continue.
"Daijoubu," she whispered,
reaching to meld her mouth with his. "It wasn't so bad. The
pain is already fading." And to prove it she moved softly against
him. Unprepared for the exquisite sensations evoked by the slight
movement, she gasped into his kiss, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.
Recognizing her reaction
for what it was, Sano began to move within her, coaxing her back toward
the crest of emotion. His tender, demanding ministrations soon had
her hovering on the edge of rapture again. I'm going to scream,
she thought, biting her lip to keep from doing just that as he forced her
closer to that aching, yearning peak. She was so close . . . so close.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her legs tightened around his waist.
Please . . .
Sano watched her knowingly,
and his fingers gently teased her lip free from her teeth. "Go ahead,"
he whispered wickedly, coaxingly, rocking gently within her to heighten
the sensations, "no one will hear but me." The solid wall of the
clinic against which she rested attested to that. Nevertheless, as
the feelings overtook her a moment later, she buried her face in his shoulder,
muffling her scream in his neck. His own hoarse shout was released
into her hair as he followed her over the edge a few seconds later.
Megumi opened heavy lids
and raised her drowsy gaze to Sanosuke's face. He had shifted the
two of them to the floor, cuddling her in his lap, his back now resting
against the wall which had supported her only minutes before. Hesitantly
she scanned his face for signs of withdrawal or rejection, and found only
a faint echo of the longing she'd seen there that morning. The frustrated
hunger was gone, replaced with a banked, languorous wanting.
You're mine now, those eyes said.
In the cinnamon gaze turned
to him he saw her answer: easy acceptance and a similar possessiveness.
He sighed in contentment, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against
the wall. She sank against his chest, willing to simply rest in the
warmth of his embrace. They remained that way for some time, until
a sudden thought struck her and she began to laugh.
"Nani?" he whispered.
"I never thought I'd be
grateful to have had a headache . . . but today I am. I would have
missed this, otherwise." He looked at her questioningly, and she
simply shook her head in response before relaxing against him again.
"Aishiteru, Sanosuke," she whispered softly. His arms tightened and
he responded in kind, his voice low. She smiled, satisfied.
Frustration had its place, she supposed, but this was vastly preferable.
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