As white leather entered Aoshi's line of sight, he raised his eyes from the paperwork on his desk to find Misao standing on the opposite side, engulfed in his trench coat.
"I figured this would be the only way to really capture your attention," she murmured, her voice a teasing pout.
Unclasping the leather belt holding the edges of the coat closed, she let the garment slip from her shoulders. Aoshi's eyes tracked the motion all the way to the floor, then shifted slowly to the vision clothed in nothing more than silken hair and immaculate skin.
"And I figured this would be the only way to show you that I'm a child no longer."
Swallowing roughly, Aoshi just barely managed to hold his ground as she paced slowly closer, her movements as graceful as a she-panther. Sweeping aside the clutter on top of his desk with scarcely a pause, Misao slipped onto its polished surface, slinking toward him with a sensuous hint of menace.
"Ah-ah-ah," she cooed as he moved to push his chair away, seeking to put a safe distance between them. One slim hand fisted in the material of his shirt, forcing him to remain where he was or risk pulling her into his lap. Bracing herself against his broad shoulders, Misao pressed open-mouthed kisses against his throat as his hands clenched spasmodically on the arms of his chair, her tongue painting a hot red stripe of desire at his collar as she took the tab of his zipper in her teeth and tugged downwards.
Unable to help himself, Aoshi reached out to cup one pert breast, closing his eyes in near-agony as she moaned approvingly. His hands found their way to her waist, and a moment later she was straddling his hips, her knees pressing deeply into the cushions of the chair. Turning her mouth up to his, he took fierce possession of the sweetness between her lips as her nimble fingers -- those nimble, nimble fingers -- crept to the evidence of his arousal.
"Yes... oh, yes, Misao-mine... just like that..." his voice was rough, breathless, coaxing a teasing laugh from the minx wreaking such havoc on his senses. "Whatever you want, sweeting... take me, touch me..." He pressed his shoulders into the back of the chair as his hips arched into her eager caress, his back bowing as he sought to get closer, closer... Her small palm wrapped around his length and the world fell away...
... jolting Aoshi abruptly awake as the chair overbalanced and dumped him on the floor. Blinking groggily at the shrouded shadows around him, the Oniwabanshuu okashira slowly straightened, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Just a dream..." he whispered hoarsely, the acknowledgment failing to dim his ardor in the slightest. "I don't know if I can hold out until her birthday."
Author's Notes and Random Babbling:
- Did I mention this was an evil fic?
- Many, many moons ago there was a discussion on KFFDisc about what kept Aoshi's shirt closed. General consensus held that it looked like a zipper -- althought it couldn't (or at least shouldn't) be -- and how much fun that would be in a "lemon".
- This was my answer to a challenge posted on the KFFDisc ML: complete the fic begun in the first four paragraphs. I changed said paragraphs a little to add some staging for my ending, but you get the general idea.
Komagata Yumi
yumi@sekihara.dreamhost.com
September 20, 2000