Author’s Notes: Konbanwa Minna-san! Don’t panic this is just a one-shot with a kind of PWP (Plot? What Plot?) about it and is focused on Aoshi and Misao in an AU (Alternate Universe) Modern Times story…as usual from me. When do I NOT focus on Aoshi and Misao? LOL!

Actually this is my "Aoshi is way too hot and Misao goes into utter turmoil about what to do with him" and it so happens to be dedicated to the most obsessed Aoshi fangirl I’ve ever met, yep even more obsessed then me, Silver Miko! *Pats Silver-chan’s head* I know we wish Aoshi-sama was real and all and that we could see him in leather, but this’ll have to do ne? You could always draw him from the description ne? I’d be happy with that too! ^_____^

Anywho Silver-chan, I hope you enjoy this semi-smutty pointless story and I’ll be expecting that "Aoshi in his temple robe" story one of these days too ne? ^____^

If others wish to read, well I hope you don’t mind Aoshi being OOC. It’s the leather…and the alcohol…and the hot walk home…and his Weasel-girl. ^_^;

By: shin-no-shibo

Misao hummed lightly while she prepared some snacks for tonights "veg out" at the TV. Some knocking at the front door of her apartment interrupted her light humming and she moved into the hallway dressed in some baggy jeans and a J-Pop band t-shirt. She opened the door and was greeted by a wave and a wide grinning,

"Yo Weasel-girl, I’m stealing Shinomori for the night." Misao narrowed her eyes as Sanosuke Sagara, usually known as Sano waltzed into the apartment she shared with her long time friend Aoshi Shinomori.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Misao spoke confused, Aoshi having never mentioned anything about going out with Sano. She had just bought a carton of coke, bags of chips and a litre of Cookies and Cream, both their favourite ice cream believe it or not and yet here she was being told that her "veg out" session with Aoshi wasn’t even going to happen.

"Oh, well this new club opened up and yours truly was invited by the fox to go check it out and so I’m dragging ‘broody boy’ with me."

"But…" Misao began and was interrupted by a cocky grin and a finger waving in front of her face.

"And no, you cannot come Weasel-girl. This club is for 21 and over and not for 16 year olds like yourself."

"I’M TWENTY, YOU JACKASS ROOSTERHEAD!" Misao fumed as Sano laughed in her face repeatedly calling her a schoolgirl. Her face was growing redder by the minute, her hands fisting, as she was ready to pound the 22-year-old spiky brown haired guy into the ground.

"Leave her alone Sagara." Came a deep voice from one of the two bedrooms in the apartment, both heads turning to watch Aoshi clad in a buttoned up black trench coat move out of his room. Sano patted Misao on the head, making her growl lightly before he stepped out into the hallway of the apartment building on floor three and waited for Aoshi there.

"We’ll veg tomorrow night Misao-chan." Aoshi smoothly spoke to Misao and then stepped out of the apartment and headed down the hallway with Sano right beside him.

"Um…sure…" Misao mumbled to herself watching the two men leave her behind…again. Misao was just closing the door when she heard Sano slap Aoshi on the back before saying,

"Don’t worry Shinomori, you won’t be lonely at the club, I’ll personally introduce you to some hot babes for sure!"

As the door clicked shut Misao frowned leaning against it. Her and Aoshi hadn’t seen each other in over a week as he’d been in Kyoto seeing distant relatives of his deceased parents and she had been working two jobs to try and pay off her ever growing bills.

Tonight would have been the first night the two of them could actually sit down, stuff their faces and watch endless television as neither of them had work to go to or a subject to study for the entire night. Misao had planned it that way, but now her night was dashed with her Aoshi-sama.

When the two of them were younger she had given this name to Aoshi, as he was the one to take care of her more then anyone else had ever done. He had become her closest and dearest friend and back then he was like a family member to her. These days however that thought was long gone and so was the suffix. In her heart Aoshi would always be her protective and stoic Aoshi-sama, always sticking up for her if anyone could her short. She would glomp him in thanks, calling him "Aoshi-sama" still in high school but the way he’d look disapprovingly at her for calling him that meant it was time to grow up and drop it…so she had.

Misao sighed again and headed for the bathroom to take a nice warm shower.

* Time Passes *

Misao stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of satin black boxer shorts and matching spaghetti strapped top that rested comfortably at her hips. A fluffy yellow towel was currently sitting atop her head, holding her heavy wet locks there for the moment. Usually Misao would come out dressed in a bathrobe, feeling all self conscious these days in front of Aoshi, but really when she looked down at herself what was there to actually look at? And besides it’s not like her ever-stoic friend for more then ten years ever batted an eye in her general direction anyway.

Misao grabbed all her goodies from the kitchen and placed them on the coffee table before plonking herself down on the plush carpet and began to channel surf with her toes while opening the litre of Cookies and Cream.

The schoolgirl remark swiftly made its way through her head thanks to an ad about a local high school came on Misao couldn’t help thinking that Sano’s comment was perhaps true. Usually Misao would brush it off as nothing but these days the comments coming from her closest friends – she actually admitting Sano was one of her friends – really did hurt her sometimes, but again it was covered with her usual genki self and a smile. The only two that never made fun of her was Aoshi and Himura, Himura being the ever polite guy that he was and Aoshi…well lets just say Aoshi was his ever stone-faced self looking as though he wasn’t even paying attention to the conversation when Misao knew better. True Misao was one of the very few people that could actually stand Aoshi the way he was because that’s just who he was, but sometimes Misao just wished he could show something…anything…maybe even a glimpse of hidden emotion underneath that oh so serious face.

Truthfully many people had questioned the both of them as to whether they were a couple because of the close and casual way they acted towards each other. Sometimes Misao felt like she was his girlfriend at times too, absently looking after him without he asking to be looked after and without it being forced upon her either. It was just little things like his towel falling off the rail in the bathroom and Misao would fold it the way she did hers and place it back on the rail so it wouldn’t fall off again. Aoshi sometimes left out his cologne or shampoo and Misao would absently place it back into his half of the vanity unit – exactly where he had gotten it from in the first place. Not only that he sometimes left half filled glasses of water in his room and she’d go collect them to place them in the sink for the next time they’d do dishes together. They actually took turns of whom washed and who dried and every now and then Misao had collected Aoshi’s clothing, left dumped in the hamper and would wash his dark clothing with hers.

There was also the odd occasion he’d leave the butter out of the fridge or some left over take away and Misao just placed them back into the fridge for him. It just felt natural to her to look after him and it wasn’t a bother to Misao at all. These days, actually over the past month she’d unconsciously gotten into the habit of cooking for the both of them and not just for herself. It didn’t matter what time he came home from his own part time job or from studying back late at the university, she’d end up waiting up for him and eat dinner with him so he wasn’t alone. He had stated that she needn’t bother to do this but calmly stated that she wanted to and the conversation was left at that. So another routine had started between them.

Misao had been ecstatic when Aoshi had first tasted her food and actually commented on it being delicious. In thanks and appreciation for having a hearty meal instead of takeaway all the time, Aoshi would not allow Misao to wash or dry the dishes as he said he’d do that for her. Every now and then in return, Misao would come home to find bought desserts sitting in the fridge waiting for her to eat them. It really was a sweet gesture from Aoshi and Misao ate them…occasionally sharing them with him with a big smile plastered on her face.

Misao shook her head of thoughts as she stopped channel surfing. She was currently watching a sappy movie where she had just come across the part where the male character was rejecting the weeping female character and thus Misao continuously ate the ice cream sitting in her lap. In an instant as Misao watched the man walk away from the woman in the rain, his trench coat flapping about she couldn’t help but place her and Aoshi into that exact picture.

"Baka!" Misao fumed while scooping another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

"Didn’t he notice?" Misao questioned quietly to herself, as she wondered why Aoshi didn’t want to spend any time with her. Was he really that blind to not be able to notice the way she looked at him…the way she wanted to take care of him…love him…? Didn’t he see her true feelings underneath her shy little smile everytime he caught her looking at him when all he was doing was reading with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his noise. He looked so cute with them on, but everytime Aoshi caught her gazing she had quickly come up with a lame almost stupid question to ask him, which got him eyeing her silently but then he’d answer her and it always ended sarcastically with "is that alright with you Misao-chan?"

When would she ever be just plain Misao to him?

Misao felt her stomach churn disapprovingly and realised she’d just eaten the entire 1 litre tub of Cookies and Cream. Placing the now empty container on the coffee table, Misao leaned back against the couch and began watching another "guy crushes girl" movie and when it came to the end of it, her emotions were chaotic as she had burst into tears at the heart wrenching ending for the woman.

"Oh get a grip Makimachi!" Misao snapped at herself and wiped away the tears running down her cheeks. She peered down at her watch and noticed it was 1am. Aoshi was still out. Misao decided there was no point in waiting for him, her mind going back to what Sano had said to Aoshi earlier. There was probably some stupid bimbo hanging off of her Aoshi-sama at this very moment and was probably suckling at his tanned sensitive skin at his neck. Misao threw herself dramatically onto her bed at those thoughts and fell into a fitful sleep her hair still bound in her fluffy yellow towel.

* Roughly two hours lately *

Keys fumbled to get into the lock as Aoshi was finally home. He finally opened the door and closed it silently behind him not wanting to wake up the other occupant in the apartment. His trench coat flapped open as he took it off and draped it over the couch. It had been a hot walk home from the club, Aoshi not wishing to head to another one so he had snuck out unnoticed after some alcoholic drinks and then made a mad dash back to the apartment building. He noticed Misao had left the lounge/dining room light on for him and he glanced his eyes over at the empty tub of ice cream.

"She’s upset…" Aoshi muttered lightly to himself but was unable to ponder as to how to make this up to Misao when he heard her bedroom door creak open and she stumbled out, eyes still closed. She was yawning widely, her right hand under her pyjama top, showing off the flat expanse of her stomach and bellybutton as she reached for an itch and her left hand was currently scratching through her tangled damp locks of blue-black hair. Aoshi had never seen Misao in her pyjama’s before, but right now she looked damn adorable.

"Misao-chan, what are you doing up?" Her eyes immediately snapped open hearing his deep voice and instantly her gaze widened and froze.

He so happened to be wearing his black boots and his glorious long legs were clad in tight leather pants resting at his hips. A black belt held them tightly to his narrow hips and Misao’s eyes trailed further up his form to notice there was a studded dog collar as a wristband adorning his left wrist. That’s when she finally noticed his usually clothed muscular arms were free for her to ogle, as were some of the scars on his chest too! He so happened to be donned in a leather vest pressed tightly to his muscles and just rested where his leather pants stopped at his hips. It was held closed by a zip and stopped at mid chest so that’s why she could see some of his scars. Misao’s eyes moved further up to see a black cord necklace wrapped twice around Aoshi’s neck with a Yin Yang sign hanging off of it. A thin sheen of sweat had made all the bare skin Aoshi was showing off glow in the pale light of the lounge/dining room and Misao found that his cheeks were slightly flushed also. She knew the evening was a hot one, as she had woken up and was going to turn on the air conditioner and grab a glass of water but had run into her Aoshi-sama instead.

Ravishing… That’s all Misao’s mind could make up at this moment.

Misao wanted to jump over the armchair blocking her full view of Aoshi and dive into his arms and crush her lips to his, probably sending the both of them plummeting to the carpet at the energetic force she would have placed into doing such a thing, but thought better of it. Her cheeks instead flushed a bright crimson as perverted thoughts of Aoshi being her prisoner even for a moment began to enter her usually rational state of mind.

"Misao-chan?" Aoshi softly questioned the gawking girl. He had caught all of Misao’s emotions as they flickered through her ocean blue eyes and it was now apparent to him that his little weasel girl desired him. Aoshi stepped around the chair, now in full view for Misao to ogle him in all his leather-clad glory. It was clear to Aoshi that no one but Misao would see him dressed like this. In the club and on the way there and back he had not shed his trench coat at all. Aoshi stood casually while eyeing a slightly shaking Misao just to see what she would do in this particular situation.

Misao for her part was in utter turmoil.

Misao blinked several times watching as Aoshi placed one hand on his hip cocking it out slightly and placed on a small secretive smile, hiding the seductiveness that wanted to break out.

Aoshi knew Misao was ogling him. He also knew Misao wanted him…and now Misao knew Aoshi knew of her hidden thoughts and that right at this moment he was waiting to see what she would do.

After about ten minutes of silently staring at each other, Misao watched wide eyed as Aoshi turned his back to her, kicking off is boots and then headed for his bedroom.

"Go back to sleep Misao-chan." He had spoken in a soft voice and Misao’s heart lurched into her throat.

The next thing Misao knew she was running towards the retreating Aoshi, he having already stepped into his bedroom, back still to her and near the foot of his double bed. Misao instantly crashed into his back, the passion for Aoshi pounded within her veins. She was pressed tightly against his broad back and firm ass.

"What…Misao-chan…?" Aoshi muttered looking down at her over his shoulder, but her face was hidden as she pressed it into the middle of his back. Movement had come around to his front, green-grey eyes looking down at his chest as Misao’s slightly shaky arms drifted over his chest, her graceful fingers slowly…painfully…brought down the zip on his vest. Finally the two sides of the zip broke free, parting the constricting top away from his broad chest. Misao’s palms flattened out over the expanse of Aoshi’s warm skin as she drifted them up to his shoulders and then down his flexing arms, taking the vest away from his relenting body.

In an instant the vest dropped to the carpet, but Misao remembered the feel of it within her fingertips and yet as she softly glided her lips over the expanse of Aoshi’s back, smelling his musky cologne scent, she couldn’t help but want to feel that material once more. Her hands drifted to Aoshi’s sides, placing them firmly at mid thigh region then drew upwards towards his hips and then around to cautiously glide them over and down his firm backside outlined in the tight leather pants. Misao would bet her life she knew another place Aoshi would be firm and slid her hands back around his front and to the belt holding his pants to his hips.

"Misao…" The ‘chan’ had gone and Misao should have been happy about this but felt strong hands take a hold of her own as Aoshi kept them away from himself. Would he push her away now?

Aoshi turned around, Misao’s head bowed as though she was waiting for rejection to escape his lips, but that was far from what he really wanted to do. In fact Aoshi’s lips all but raped Misao’s as he plunged his tongue into her small mouth. That was definitely unexpected from Misao’s previous thoughts of rejection from Aoshi and so she returned the heated kiss, hands lifting up to wrap tightly around his neck. Butterflies formed in her stomach as she heard a small groan escape Aoshi’s throat only to have herself "swallow it" within their passionate liplock.

Aoshi parted with Misao; his chest heaving as was hers as they broke for air. Misao’s delicate fingers traced the line of his jaw before moving back up to brush away damp strands of hair from the sides and from his forehead. At the gentle sweet touch Aoshi couldn’t help but return it by leaning down and brushing his lips behind Misao’s ear. He then trailed kisses down her throat eliciting a gasp from the girl when he sank his teeth into her neck marking his weasel girl…soon to be weasel-woman.

"A-Aoshi…" Misao breathed out as her hands clenched his bare shoulders. Aoshi lifted up from her neck and pulled Misao’s hands away and instead placed them above her head. Ocean blue orbs stared endlessly into his green-grey ones as his hands fluttered down her sides to grab the hem of her pyjama top and pulled it up and over her head. She was now only clad in her boxer shorts and underwear. This led Aoshi to do something Misao was definitely not expecting – a sudden lap at one of her bare breasts making her arch her back, allowing him better access.

Aoshi smirked against Misao and decided to pay homage to her neglected breast while moving his strong arms around her slim quivering body to place them firmly against her shoulder blades so she was unable to move away from his ministrations.

Misao for her part was loosing herself within Aoshi’s light embrace but mainly the way his lips were working her so well. She was also at a loss of what to do on her part and decided to rake her short but sharp fingernails down Aoshi’s back and then over his buttocks to press him firmly to her – groan to abdomen – and finally received another glorious groan from his throat. Aoshi broke from Misao’s breast and looked into her passion glazed eyes as she thrust her lips to his, her warm wet tongue plunging into his mouth this time.

"In a hurry I see…" Aoshi mumbled between their steamy kisses when he felt Misao’s hands at his belt tugging it from the loops in his pants. It was removed in mere seconds but the button and zip on his pants took longer then expected as Misao’s fingers started shaking. Finally when Aoshi was free from the constricting leather he let out a small moan, lips placing a soft kiss on Misao’s. Aoshi pulled away; eyes shooting wide open when "fumbling fingers" brushed hesitantly over his erection. Green-grey eyes drooped closed as Misao’s tentative hands brushed him again. He knew Misao was inexperienced, never having brought any guy home or mentioning she ever had a boyfriend to begin with, but her curious and innocent touches were driving him insane!

"I hate you…" Aoshi grunted out and all stroking stopped. Glowing green-grey eyes opened to stare hungrily into wide ocean-blue.

"For making me want to take you right now without even getting you ready for me." Ocean blue widened even more at his words but nothing more could be spoken as Misao’s heated skin was attacked by experienced soft lips. Misao crumpled against Aoshi, which he thought, was for the better since he could pick her up and carry her easily to his unmade bed and lay her on her back. Aoshi leaned over Misao, but not before admiring her soft plump mounds of flesh once more. She wasn’t the biggest he’d seen, but they fit nicely in his hands as he made Misao gasp softly as that was exactly what he was doing right now. Aoshi let go of them – hesitantly of course - but half leaned over Misao (since he was sitting on the edge of his bed) and placed his bare chest against hers feeling their heated skin press tightly together as he delved into her mouth for the umpteenth time this early morning. Just before Misao could wrap her arms around Aoshi he let go backing away from Misao as he stood up. Misao whimpered at the loss and snapped her eyes open to see him standing before her. She sat up then, not ashamed that she was half clothed on his bed and instead she flushed for the fact that her Aoshi-sama all but stripped out of the rest of his clothing not even caring she was staring right at his…

"I think its about time I get to see all of you now Misao." Her eyes cast quickly up to his as she watched him sit back down on the bed, making her slowly lie back down against the soft mattress once more. Her hands instantly moved up to her chest, eyes wavering slightly, but Aoshi’s melted and he leaned closer, his lips brushing Misao’s ear as he spoke.

"Do not be afraid…Misao." At the sound of her name escaping his lips in a husky growl, she all but slumped into the mattress giving into him. Aoshi’s fingers hooked into the waistband of boxers and underwear. In one fluid motion the garments were gone from her silky smooth legs and were cast carelessly over his shoulder.

"Kirei…" Aoshi breathed softly and smiled lightly when Misao blushed at his confession. He had felt himself constrict between his thighs and leaned over Misao, his mouth taking hers in the most sensual and soul shattering kiss they had shared yet and his right hand brushed down her responsive flesh and over the slope of her hip to head towards her centre.

"AH!" Misao gasped, Aoshi taking advantage to shove his tongue into her mouth, as she was surprised at the intrusion between her thighs. Aoshi on his part had been surprised that under her baggy clothing Misao had been hiding such a beauty…and not only that…a very responsive beauty. Aoshi groaned as Misao lifted her hips to his fingers. She was ready for more.

"Are you really ready Misao?" Aoshi questioned, his lips parting from hers as he moved to lie in between her raised and spread thighs. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and her breathing rugged.

"For you…always…" Aoshi groaned and thrust in with one swift move, but halted immediately at Misao’s sharp intake of air.

Aoshi remained tightly within Misao, but he was in pleasurable agony as he pressed his face into the side of her neck waiting for Misao to get used to him. As soon as there was small movement from Misao’s hips against his, a bolt of pleasure surged to Aoshi’s groan and made him instantly respond by moving his hips against Misao’s. She had gasped at this, but her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist allowing him to continue onwards with his blissful assault on her sensitive core.

"Mmmmm…" Misao grounded out underneath Aoshi as she panted heavily beneath him, her arms lifting up to clutch his shoulders tightly. Aoshi forced his heavy lidded eyes to open so he could gaze greedily down at the oblivious Misao. Damn she looked good.

Misao was shifting her head from side to side, wisps of hair catching at her opened mouth as she let out moans and sighs of pleasure. She was begging for more…and so Aoshi gave more, thrusting and withdrawing slowly and deeply within her. As she tightened her legs around his waist her hips rising in innocent demand for more pressure to be placed against her and thus Aoshi let go of one of Misao’s hands and brought it in between their bodies to an extremely sensitive nub.

"AHHHH! AOSHIIIII!" Misao shrieked in surprise, eyes growing wide and then her face thrust into Aoshi’s neck as she bit down on his tanned skin returning the "marking gesture" he had given her earlier.

"Nn…Misao…" Aoshi choked on his breath of air as he felt Misao’s walls clamp around him. He tightly shut his eyes, burrowing his head into Misao’s neck as he let out a growl of satisfaction at being taken over the edge and into oblivion by Misao.

Hearts thumbed loudly within their ears, but neither cared. Misao had faintly felt Aoshi move off of her and to her side, only to grab her and pull her over his lean form wanting to feel her heated and sweat glistened flesh against his own. His left hand sluggishly ran over her spine in a slow sensual pace that made Misao sigh and bury her head into his neck, her lips brushing over his sweaty, but still strong musky cologne scented skin as she mumbled out his name.

"Mm…Aoshi?"

"Mm?" Aoshi lazily replied back, eyes closed off to the world. He was spent.

"Can you wear leather whenever you wish to make love, so I’ll know when I can be with you again?"

"We’ll see…" Aoshi muttered out his reply after a moment of thinking and then placed his arms over the still heavily breathing Misao. She had already fallen asleep, probably not even hearing his answer to her innocent question.

* The Next Morning *

There was distinctive clinking coming from the kitchen and it awoke Aoshi from his blissful slumber. His eyes rolled to the side of the bed, but he found himself alone. He sat up, black sheets pooling in his lap, as the full affects of last night began to sink in.

* In the Kitchen *

Misao hummed happily as she poured water into the kettle. She was moving around the kitchen as giddy as a schoolgirl, but could anyone blame her when she had woken up naked and in the arms of her Aoshi-sama? Her mind flashed to thoughts of Aoshi in leather and then Aoshi out of leather and had to come to the conclusion that she loved them both. Misao giggled softly to herself at that thought.

"Misao, what are you doing?" Came the sultry sexy voice, but still laced with sleep, belonging to her new lover. Aoshi leaned against his doorway, arms casually crossed as he observed Misao move about the kitchen, her back to him and only clad in her dark purple underwear and funnily enough his leather vest.

"I’m making you some tea." She responded happily and skipped to the stove to place the kettle on the burner.

"I’m sure I can hold out on my tea Misao…so please…turn around." Misao didn’t light the burner and did as Aoshi requested, her eyes growing wide.

Her Aoshi was dressed in his leather pants with only the zip done up and that sexy smile he had showed a glimpse of last night was fully on his lips now. She watched as his muscular right arm lifted up, his index pointing at her before watching him turn his palm over to wave it as though silently asking Misao to come towards him. And Misao did, bouncing happily as she did so. Her Aoshi-sama in leather meant…

"Ah! Aoshi no fair!" Misao squealed out as she was pushed onto his bed, the mattress squeaking lightly. Aoshi stared deeply into Misao’s eyes before he leaned heavily over her and in between her spread legs once more.

"It should be my turn to…" Misao got no further as Aoshi’s lips crushed against hers placing her into yet another breathless liplock with him. She was in for one hell of a ride!

And all the while two chibi figures floated near the bedroom door looking inside…

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The End…

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