"Come on Misao-chan, you’ve got to come with me." Sanosuke Sagara, age 17 pleaded with his cousin Misao Makimachi also aged 17 as they walked out of the school grounds and headed for their homes.

"Why would I want to come see Megumi with you on a weekend that I can be lazy since I don’t have to work at the Aoiya for?"

"Cause the fox wants to see you and I can’t…"

"Get laid if I don’t accompany you? Thanks for the offer of seeing you and Meg going at it but no thanks." She received a glare from her spiky haired cousin and then sighed. "Besides, what if he’s there?"

"You mean to tell me you still have a crush on Icicle?" Sano received a smack on the head via Misao’s messenger bag because of that comment.

"You better talk nicely about him, he’ll one day be your brother-in-law." And with that comment Sano felt a deadly shiver run down his spine. Though he, Misao and Megumi were high school students there was no need to think about marriage till way down the track, but Sano knew he was crazy about Megumi, so that meant what Misao had said was very true.

"Well that just took five years off my life." Sano grumbled while rubbing his head. "Oh and don’t panic Misao-chan, Megitsune said he would be at Toudai for the afternoon and evening because of his exams coming up. Look, please say you’ll come so I can…"

"Get laid?"

"Will you stop saying that."

"No because its very true. You’re using me so you can get some."

"And you don’t care anyway because you want an excuse to go to Meg’s place just to see if you can catch a glimpse of Shinomori in the buff."

"WHAT?" Misao yelled, face turning red at the image coming to mind as she watched Sano run diagonally across the road and into his yard.

"See you tomorrow Weasel!" He yelled while Misao fumed on the footpath before stomping her way into the small front yard of the house she shared with her adoptive grandfather Okina and Omasu and Okon who were like annoying older sisters to her.

"Okaeri nasai Misao-chan." Came the cheery voice of Okina as he sat in the living room drinking a nice cup of green tea.

"Hey Jiya, I’m going out tomorrow with Roosterhead to Megumi’s so I’ll probably be home late."

"Say hello to Aoshi-kun for me and tell him to come by for tea sometime."

"Why does everyone automatically think I’m going to Megumi’s because Aoshi-sama is there?" Misao fumed before reddening at the ‘sama’ part. She’d been calling him that ever since she was a junior and he a senior in school.

"Well you’ve had a cru-"

"I’M GOING TO MY ROOM NOW!" Misao yelled and raced up the stairs and slammed her door closed.

"Good heavens Okina, what was that noise?" Okon came into the living area wiping her soapy hands on a towel.

"Oh just Misao-chan being Misao-chan. You know she’s going to Megumi-chan’s place this weekend."

"Really? I wonder if Aoshi-kun will be there."

"That’s exactly what I said."

"Oh Okina, you know how Misao-chan gets when it comes to Aoshi-kun. She is at that delicate age of wanting to start having relationships with young men so please don’t tease her so much." Okon reprimanded before she left the room and Okina just held his cup to his lips and smirked.

Misao herself lay on her bed, eyes closed as she listened to music blasting from her stereo. She was dressed in a black top with her favourite band on it and a pair of striped pyjama’s pants. There was no way she could face the teasing smile on Okina’s face and the knowing looks in Omasu or Okon’s eyes so she stayed in the confines of her bedroom and drifted off to sleep.

XxXxXxX

The next afternoon Misao sat on her front porch waiting for Sano. She was dressed in a baggy white and red baseball top with the long sleeves rolled up and a pair of black baggy jeans. Her cap was on her head and her hair was placed into its usual plait. A honk of a horn signalled that somehow Sano had miraculously gotten his parent’s car for the day and Misao hopped into the passenger seat.

"Gee weasel, you look like a boy."

"Shut up!" Misao snapped as she glared out the window.

"What side of the bed did you wake up on?" Sano nudged Misao and she batted his hand away. "Come on I’m only joking, you know I love the way you dress. It’s not like Shinomori is there to impress anyway."

"I wouldn’t even try to impress him. What’s so wrong with just being me?"

"Geez weasel-chan, would you like to sink those claws any further into me?"

"Yeah, right through your heart." Misao grumbled back as the car ride remained silent until Sano pulled into Megumi’s driveway, the both of them looking up at the mansion before them.

"Ready for some pool action Misao-chan?" Sano spoke as they walked up the stone pathway to the front porch and door.

"We’re going swimming? You never mentioned that."

"I didn’t? Oh well, I’m sure Megitsune can lend you something."

"Yeah, I’m like so her size too." Misao mumbled under her breath just as the door opened.

"Ah, Misao-chan, Sanosuke I’m glad you’re here, come on in." Misao was silently fuming as she darted her eyes from the liplock Sano and Megumi had right in front of her before stepping into the living room. One reason she did like coming here was all the trinkets, ornaments and photo’s lying around the place. It was like a museum.

"Misao-chan what do you think you’re wearing?" Megumi voiced with a frown on her face, hands on her hips and non-too-pleased as she looked the tomboyish Misao up and down.

"Well if your horny boyfriend here would have told me we’d be swimming I would have brought my shorts and shirt!"

"No, no that won’t do, come with me my dear, I have just the outfit."

"Oh do you just?"

"I’m sure I was your size in grade 7 and because I’m all into keeping my swimsuits I’ll let you have it."

"I’m not that small!" Misao yelled as she stormed up the stairs and headed into Megumi’s bedroom. She watched her beautiful friend sift through a draw before pulling out a black bikini set.

"Here you go. Now Sano and I’ll be down by the pool, so you just come join us when you’ve changed or I won’t be happy you ditched us." Megumi merrily voiced before heading out of her bedroom and downstairs, the door still very much open. Knowing there was no way she could get out of this Misao threw off her sneakers and socks and undid the button of her jeans. They fell easily to her ankles as she kicked them to her shoes before letting gravity slide her underwear to her ankles as well. Unbeknownst to Misao a certain Aoshi Shinomori that wasn’t supposed to be around was half-awake and walking past to grab something to eat from the kitchen downstairs, but he stopped in his tracks when a flash of skin assaulted the corner of his eyes. With hair ruffled, eyes blurry and dressed in a rumpled black singlet and long slacks Aoshi’s eyes became focused and grew wide at the bare skin of before him. His lips had parted, body awakening to what was being displayed in front of him as Misao’s slender fingers pulled the long shirt from her body to leave her in nothing but her bra. Aoshi’s intense gaze watched the black bottoms of the bikini being lifted up over Misao’s shapely legs before hiding her firm derriere from his viewpoint.

Unfortunately for Aoshi, just as Misao unclasped her bra, a groan escaped his throat a certain part of his anatomy jerking to attention and with alarm bells ringing he high tailed it on silent feet back down the hallway and straight into the bathroom. He was definitely in need of a cold shower.

Misao turned her head over her shoulder just as she tied the strings around her neck and clasped the backing of the bikini top around her back to see the door open but no one there.

"Man I thought someone was watching me." Misao laughed to herself knowing there was no one around and found a pair of Megumi’s shorts lying on the floor. Misao placed the white shorts on noticing they sagged away from her narrow waist and sat loosely against her hips showing off the top part of the bikini bottoms. With baseball cap still on and clothes now folded, Misao headed off towards the pool.

XxXxXxX

"How ironic, you two are sucking face in the pool." Misao blandly spoke while sitting down in one of the chairs under an umbrella.

"Oh don’t be so painful Misao-chan. Sano was just saving me from choking."

"Of what? His tongue?" Misao received glares from the two students in the pool and placed up her hands in defeat. "Relax, continue on like I’m not here, I’m going to go snoop around your house again."

"Is it wise to let her be Megitsune? I kind of lied to her saying Aoshi wouldn’t be here to get her to come."

"Relax, its not like she’d head upstairs or anything and besides who cares if she sees him, he’s already by now seen her."

"Oh?" Sano spoke while treading water in front of his sly grinning girlfriend. "What did you do to my cousin?"

"I just made her reveal something to Aoshi without even knowing she did so. I’m sure that brother of mine hasn’t seen naked flesh besides his own in a long time. He really needs to get some action and Misao-chan is the new target I’ve assigned for his needs."

"Megumi stop, mental image not a good one of your brother and my cousin." Megumi laughed heartedly while wrapping her arms around Sano’s neck.

"Well, I’m sure I can make you think of other things." And the two of them dove under the water to go about what Megumi had loosely stated.

XxXxXxX

How wrong Megumi was as Misao once more headed up the stairs and into her bedroom, looking around for something to get her back for having to witness her and Sano going at it like ducks to water. Just the image made Misao shudder and she left the room with a diary in hand and a skip in her step. She made her way further down the hallway and stopped as she noticed another door open to a room she had never been into before. This door was never opened and Misao decided what harm could be done as she walked inside.

She gazed about the place, noticing it was mostly full of books, both reference and history ones and was very dark and bleak. She finally realised just where she was now. There were several martial arts trophies and medals strewn around the place and a couple of j-rock posters and framed pictures of Kyoto and Tokyo on the walls.

"What do you think you’re doing in here?" Misao shrieked at the icy tone laced with anger coming from behind her and instantly she jumped and turned around, her eyes capturing narrowed green-grey ones.

Aoshi had been trying to relieve himself in his cold shower thanks to Misao’s image plaguing his thoughts and because he felt he’d extinguished her from his mind he left. He was coming back to his room to keep himself busy by studying and instead found the source of his discomfort right in his very room with her back to him and a lot of her creamy skin still showing! And because of this the image of a half undressed Misao attacked his minds eyes once more, Aoshi’s teeth gritting as Misao stared with wide pretty ocean blue eyes up at him.

"I’m sorry, I was just looking around since Megumi and Sano ditched me and the door was open and I wandered inside wanting to know who’s room it was and when I noticed it was yours I became even more intrigued and I…"

"Stop, just don’t talk." Aoshi growled out, never meaning to be this rude to Misao and felt a slight twitch when she bowed her head and let off a mumbled ‘gomen’. Aoshi knew Misao rambled and especially in his presence and one of the main factors of this was because…she liked him. He’d known ever since she loudly confessed it to Megumi one afternoon not realising he had been in the vicinity of hearing it. Megumi and Misao became friends in grade 7, Aoshi was in grade 9 at the time and didn’t care much for girls or their blushing antics and continued with participating in martial art tournaments. It wasn’t until his last year of high school, when Misao was 16 did he start to notice her. She’d begun to grow out of her scrawny tomboy body and began to fill out her uniform skirt and shirt more as the months went by. Not only that on Misao’s sweet 16^th when one was supposed to be celebrating with her family and close friends, she instead came to his finals in kendo to watch him win.

"Megumi never said you were here and if I knew I wouldn’t have come in because I’m sure you are extremely busy and have loads of work and study to do so I’ll just…" Aoshi had surprised himself as he caught Misao’s wrist within his firm grip. She seemed so fragile and so soft too as his thumb caressed her smooth skin.

"Its alright, I’m sorry I yelled. You can stay for a moment." Quickly releasing her hand Aoshi roamed further into his bedroom and sifted throw a shirt drawer. He’d only been dressed in a pair of faded jeans that hung loosely against his hips showing off the navy blue band of his boxer briefs. He’d noticed Misao blush a brilliant red while she rambled out her excuse and just when she was ready to flee the confines of his room he wouldn’t allow her too. As much as his mind wandered into the forbidden area of what he and Misao could do together, Aoshi knew he couldn’t force Misao out. She was too cheery, too bubbly and too adorable to pass up as company.

"I’m sorry I snooped." Misao murmured and headed further into the bedroom, her fingers shakily closing Aoshi’s door knowing he liked his privacy even if she was interfering in it for only a few moments. She’d seen him bare chested a couple times when they’d been swimming, but nothing compared to what he looked like now. It had been a couple years after all and he’d definitely changed. Aoshi was a vision Misao would permanently keep within her mind and never be able to rid herself of it. Just him standing there with wet hair, slightly flushed cheeks from the hot shower she presumed he had and shirtless sent butterflies scattering in her stomach. Here she was in Aoshi’s room - with him - and they were alone.

"There isn’t much to snoop through." Aoshi casually remarked and headed for his desk, which unfortunately for him faced his double bed. Misao was perched on it, her eyes still scanning the walls while she sat cross legged there, the white shorts she was wearing riding higher up her thighs as she did so.

"Have you been busy Aoshi-sama…err…Aoshi-kun?" Misao still could never get used to the fact that it was time to drop the ‘sama’ away. He wasn’t in high school anymore, since he was now a freshman at Toudai and Misao being a senior knew it was time to grow up.

"I woke up an hour ago, when I heard a ruckus downstairs near the pool area."

"You…only woke up? That’s not like you Aoshi-sama." Misao rolled her eyes again at the suffix and this time couldn’t be bothered to correct herself. He was Aoshi-sama and that’s the way he’d always remain and its not like he bothered to tell her off either.

"I was studying all night for an exam I have in a couple of days."

"You shouldn’t wear yourself out like that Aoshi-sama, you’ll pass with flying colours I’m sure of it."

"Why do you say that?" Aoshi finally lifted his eyes from his papers and found Misao kneeling up on his mattress as she fingered some framed photographs on his wall.

"You’re smart and talented and with a calm and well slept body and soul, you can pass anything." Aoshi blinked silently at Misao’s assumption of him. She had so much faith in him even when he had none in himself. This was especially true during his competitions back in high school and each time Misao had reassured him with her ocean depth eyes and sunshine smile he had won every single one of them. "Did you take these photo’s Aoshi-sama?"

"How did you know?"

"Meg-chan talks about you all the time to me."

"Why?" Misao finally sat back on her butt and turned to face Aoshi.

"Cause she knows I like you." Instantly Misao flushed, feeling mortification rushing towards her stomach at being so open and forward with Aoshi when he wasn’t supposed to know anything about her feelings for him. What was she going to do?

"So why are you here Misao? You never did give me a proper reason other then Sagara and Megumi ditching you."

"Well they are probably right about now having sex in your pool and I decided since I didn’t want to be blinded and horrified for the rest of my life to not witness it." By now Aoshi had left his chair and headed over to Misao who had taken off her baseball cap and placed it on the carpeted floor. The springs on the bed gave way slightly and Misao turned, eyes growing wide as she found Aoshi right beside her and a slight frown marring his face.

"That is not a nice image at all Misao."

"Hehe, sorry about that."

"Do you want to replace it?"

"Huh?" Misao nearly fell off the bed at the sudden question from Aoshi. "Did you just…"

"I did…" A tinge rushed to Misao’s cheeks at the seriousness of Aoshi.

"Why the sudden…"

"You don’t want to?"

"Oh no, I really do! It’s just that…"

"You’ve never been with anyone before?"

"Ah, yeah…" Misao flushed while jumping for joy in her mind. She didn’t know how the sudden talk of her and Aoshi having sex came around, but she wasn’t complaining as the university student sat on his bed facing her, his legs spread to accommodate her sitting form, Misao still sitting with her knees drawn to her chest.

"So, ah, what do we do?" Misao mumbled in embarrassment, eyes lowering to her scrunched toes before she felt Aoshi’s hand under her chin lifting her face back to his viewpoint. Misao had never witness such a small smile on his lips before and watching, heart pounding in her ears as he moved closer, his jeans clad thighs brushing her hips.

"Well, kissing is always a great start." Aoshi mumbled as he planted a light kiss against Misao’s pink cheek before doing the same to her other one. She smelled like flowers and her skin was soft like silk. He lifted his head, placing a reassuring kiss against Misao’s forehead before tilting her head back to place some against her neck.

"A-Aoshi-sama…I…" Misao gasped as dry lips fell over hers, encouragingly teaching her to kiss. Hers tingled as Aoshi pulled away, licking his lips as he did so. Misao fluttered her eyes open and watched Aoshi brush light fingers over her now swollen lips.

"Mm, very kissable…" Her murmured before taking them again, this time coaxing Misao to part her lips as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Misao instinctively moaned while her hands rubbed at Aoshi’s shoulders, taking fist fulls of his shirt. Pulling away Aoshi kissed his way to Misao’s ear while she panted lightly for air.

"Do you want, to take my shirt off me?"

"I do…" Misao moaned out as Aoshi’s hands were massaging her sides, groping greedily and yet still slightly innocently at her flesh. Aoshi pulled away from Misao and raised his arms in the air, Misao’s fingers instantly pulling his grey shirt from his body. He say on the bed, Misao still between his thighs, only now her legs were over them and her hands went back to his shoulders.

"You can touch me if you like Misao." Aoshi murmured against her lips before licking them and then darting his mouth to suckle at her pulse point on her neck.

"Wh-Where?" Pulling away Aoshi couldn’t help but smirk at Misao’s innocent question, her ocean orbs slightly hazy with want and need.

"How about my chest first? We’ll get to other areas later." Misao’s mind immediately knew what Aoshi was referring to and she blushed once more. She placed her palms flat against Aoshi’s chest and roamed the expanse of it. It wasn’t long before she felt his abdomen squirm slightly at the fluttering sensation of her fingers.

"Are you ticklish Aoshi-sama?"

"There is no time for chit chat Misao…and no I’m not. Its because you are so close to…"

"To what?" With eyes blinking so innocently Aoshi groaned knowing he would have to be extra careful with her and wondered just how much Okon or Omasu had told her about sex. Aoshi placed his head against Misao’s shoulder, his fingers moving around her back to undo the clasp and knot at her neck.

"Misao, do you know a lot about sex?"

"Well yes, its just I’ve never done it before that’s all."

"Aa…" Aoshi sighed as he freed Misao of the bikini top and then pulled away from her warm supple skin as he stared her straight in the eyes. "Do you really want to do this Misao? We can do foreplay or I can take you all the way and be your first ever partner sexually. Its up to you." Misao pursed her lips, deep in thought for all about five seconds as she cupped Aoshi’s face into her small hands, a smile so bright on her face covering up the nervousness she was feeling.

"I want to be with you."

"Good, because from the show earlier, I don’t think I can stop now." Aoshi placed his lips hungrily against Misao, throwing her into a heart-rending kiss while he leaned over her pushing her back into his mattress. His legs were straddling Misao’s and his lips left her lips to roam freely over her skin, Misao not once thinking about the fact she was now topless in front of him until a flick of the tongue grazed her hardened nipple. Misao jerked slightly, gasp flying from her lips as her hands flew instantly to cover her plump breasts.

"I…I…" She tried to say something, anything, but her throat was not functioning properly.

"Do you not want me to ease you into this Misao?" She sagged into the mattress at the sultry deepness in Aoshi’s voice and the fact his eyes had grown darker in colour – in passion as he positioning himself above her on all fours.

"Its…embarrassing…" Misao huffed lightly, hating the fact she was the nervous wreck and he was as usual cool, calm and collected Aoshi-sama.

"But, I like your body." Misao’s eyes widened at that, pink rushing over her cheeks as Aoshi placed a feathery kiss on her lips before placing all his weight on his knees and carefully retracted Misao’s arms from her breasts. "I won’t ever hurt you intentionally Misao." She bit her lip and ran her hands up and down Aoshi’s taunt muscled arms and nodded her head once.

Aoshi went back to kissing her lips, starting from the beginning as he lay between her thighs, stomach heavily pressed against Misao’s clothed crotch while he once more began to pay attention to her heaving globs of flesh.

"Ooooooh…" Misao moaned through her lips, head digging into the pillows beneath her while her back arched giving Aoshi a nice angle to work with. Aoshi’s mouth grinned at the responsive Misao, power and pleasure surging through him at her surprised gasps and pleasurable moans and sighs.

"I want more…something…mooooooore." Misao confessed, not even realising she was saying such words as her fingers clenched strands of damn hair. Aoshi lifted himself up once more fingers working into Misao’s shorts and bikini bottoms and pulled them in a quick rush down her smooth thighs. Of course Misao wouldn’t be Misao if he watched her jerk slightly at the sudden rush of air to her heated centre and observed her clench he thighs shut. For now, he’d have to settle with reassuring her once more and lay beside Misao listening to her panting. Blue pools lifted heavy eyelid and Misao found Aoshi’s lightly curved mouth in her line of vision.

"Are you nervous Misao?" Aoshi watched as she nodded her head while biting her lips. She was so adorable, so worth the effort and agony this was going to cause him as the afternoon progressed.

"I’m not being fair to you. Would you like…to feel what will be in you shortly?" Aoshi observed Misao surprised and shocked look. "You don’t have to, I just think…you might want to, so you’ll know everything will be alright in the end."

"I want to." Aoshi clasped Misao’s hand, fingers lacing with hers before he brought it up to place a kiss on it before dragging it down his chest and towards his now tight jeans. Misao’s eyes didn’t leave his, but when her hand felt something hard that wasn’t the zipper of his jeans her orbs darted down to look at his straining penis confined in that space of his briefs and jeans.

"I did this?" Misao softly questioned and Aoshi felt a chuckle bubble towards his throat and escape lightly, his face diving into her neck and shoulder region, lips brushing her skin as he muffled out,

"You have no idea Misao." Aoshi by now pulled his hand away but felt Misao’s remained and took pleasure in the fact she undid the button and was now sliding down the zip. He groaned lightly against her smooth skin, tongue darting from his lips to graze once more. Without a word of warning Aoshi grunted aloud, hand clenching Misao’s wrist as she had dived into his briefs to caress and grope him fully.

"I’m sorry!" She yelled in a frightened voice but felt the panting of Aoshi slow as her hand was not invading him anymore.

"Let me…get you ready or I won’t…be able to last." Aoshi rose from Misao’s clutches, his eyes on hers while his jeans ad briefs fell to the carpet before he sat back down on the edge of his bed.

"Oh my…" Misao uttered aloud as her eyes couldn’t gaze away from Aoshi’s manhood. "Is that…going to fit?" Aoshi’s shoulders shook at Misao’s question and instantly Misao threw a pillow at him, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Shut up! I’m sorry I’m not experienced enough, but dammit, you’re so big!"

"Thank you Misao." Aoshi voiced and watch her blush once more as he leaned back over her. "I’ll fit for sure, but I’ll get you ready first."

"H-How will you…OH!" Misao groaned aloud, Aoshi capturing her lips with his once more while he tested the waters below. Aoshi grunted into Misao’s mouth as one finger was sucked into her tight canal. The walls clenched around his single digit as he slowly and carefully moved it deeper within her and the image of Misao taking him fully inside made Aoshi harden even more. Pulling away he panted against Misao’s throat at his images and quickly made his way down towards her now unclenched thighs. Misao was far too busy moaning and groaning to worry about Aoshi getting a full view of her untouched vagina and clitoris.

Taking a deep breath it was now or never as Aoshi lower his head to Misao’s spread thighs, his tongue flickering out to rub at her sensitive nub.

"OH KAMI-SAMA!" Misao panted aloud, her voiced growing louder at each flick of Aoshi’s tongue and each time he pumped his finger or now fingers inside her. It didn’t take long before Aoshi tasted a salt essence as Misao orgasmed for the first time. Pulling away, fingers now wet with her juices as he extracted them Aoshi observed Misao’s body jerk at the aftermath. Her orbs were half lidded and hazy with need for him. Misao lay sprawled on his bed, his erect penis jutting out at the image as he lowered himself between Misao’s thighs.

"Are you really certain you want this Misao?"

"OH YES!" And with that affirmation Aoshi directed his head into Misao’s opening, he biting his lip while Misao made a strange face at the difference in thickness between his fingers and cock.

"This will…feel…uncomfortable…for a few…moments." Aoshi panted out. He’d never been with a virgin before and this was testing his limits for sure. The slickness of Misao was drawing him in and yet the tightness was painfully pleasurable and so difficult making him hold back from plunging into her up to the hilt.

"This…hurts…" Misao groaned out, trying to move her hips as though wanting to take the slightly pain away and yet it only made Aoshi groan and sink his teeth into her shoulder not wanting her to move.

"Do that again…and it’ll hurt even more." Aoshi growled out which made Misao stop and open her eyes to stare up at him as he leaned heavily on his elbows and forearms. "Could you…wrap your legs around my waist, it might help." Misao nodded her head as she panted against Aoshi’s cheek and did as he asked. She gasped at the feeling as Aoshi brushed against her sensitive clit and she hummed happily about it. So of course with this sudden pleasure Misao moved her hips bringing Aoshi in further and pushing through her barrier.

"AH!" She shrieked out, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes while Aoshi’s entire body shuddered on top of her. The two of them remained that way for many minutes, Misao sniffling and Aoshi mumbling it was the only way to do it before he quietly kissed away the teas from her eyes and pecked away her dry tear marks from down her cheeks.

"Can I move?" Aoshi asked Misao and watched her chew on her lip.

"Will it hurt again?"

"It might feel awkward, but I’ll go slow. You already are throwing me towards my limits at being so…tight."

"Alright…" Aoshi ever so slowly pulled out of Misao listening to her moan and would stop instantly when she made a discomforting facial expression. Minutes passed, what felt like hours to Aoshi until he felt a sudden tug at his hips, his eyes falling to Misao’s hands, as she wanted him back inside her. With that small amount of encouragement a slow rocking pace began, Aoshi’s hands teaching Misao’s hips to rock in a delicate dance created for them.

"Oooooooh Aoshi-sama!" Misao continually groaned out, heels digging into his lower back and his pace fastened at the erotic words. With time ticking away and Aoshi trying desperately to prolong his need to erupt it wasn’t long before he was grunted above Misao, his spiky bangs and the ends of his hair damp with sweat as he gazed hungrily upon Misao’s flushed body. She was moaning sensually below him, hands gripping his hips never wanting to let go while he leaned forward and captured a bouncing breast within his mouth.

"AH! MMPH!" Misao moaned as she felt her walls clamp the member stroking the fires of her passion before gasping Aoshi name loudly to the ceiling as he grew slicker within her thanks to her freely flowing juices. Misao was now experiencing the pleasures of her second orgasm and quickly erupted into a third one when warm semen filled her womb as Aoshi shook and groaned above her, his need for release finally taking over him.

The two of them lay panting and sweaty on Aoshi’s bed, Misao’s arm finally unclenching Aoshi’s shoulders as she found nail marks on his skin. Aoshi continued to lay heavily above her and now slack within her, his warm breath fanning over her shoulder as he leaned his temple against her cheek.

"That was…a little painful and uncomfortable but…ah…wow…" Misao wasn’t sure how to convey her feelings to Aoshi and instead tuned her head to kiss his temple, hands moving around to hold him close while she lowered her now aching legs from around his waist. "Mm, what a weekend…" Misao murmured into Aoshi’s skin, unable to hold back from planting a kiss on his shoulder.

"Its not over yet." Came the muffle against her and Misao smiled brightly to the ceiling.

"I guess it isn’t, though I’m surprised at you Aoshi-sama."

"Why?"

"Well, I never knew you’d ever want me in this way. I though you always looked at me as a kid sister."

"Hardly… I’ve looked upon you in a different light for awhile now, but only confirmed my desire with myself not too long ago." Aoshi thought it best to leave out the part he’d spied on Misao without her knowledge.

"Why didn’t you ever say anything?"

"Because I was…"

"Stubborn and stupid?" Two pairs of eyes darted to the closed door as that was where the muffled voice came from, behind the door that is.

"Shut up Megumi." Aoshi darkly voiced as he felt Misao freeze beneath him, her face beet red at being caught by her best friend. However, she was currently and very shyly tracing his scars on his chest as though they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Misao-chan, I told Okina you’d be staying the night and he told me to tell you to behave yourself and to bring Aoshi around for tea tomorrow. I’m sure he thinks you two are actually having se-"

"Megumi if you don’t leave now I’m telling Otosan about your little pool antics with Sagara."

"Leaving now…" And footsteps rushed away. The bedroom fell silent as Aoshi peered over at Misao.

"Sorry about the way she is."

"Its okay, I’m used to her teasing me about you."

"Then why blush so much?"

"Well, I am lying beneath you. You are on top of me, looking very nice by the way and well you are still within me and I can feel…" Misao flushed at the sudden vibration of her walls throbbing and Aoshi growing larger once more.

"I see…" Aoshi muttered before capturing Misao’s lips having noticed that mischievous twinkle within her eyes. It was going to be one steamy weekend…and something more for the both of them.

Xx The End xX

Authors Notes: Another pointless oneshot to pass the time away. I had to heal Silver-chan’s eyes and though its fairly rushed its actually 11pm and I got work tomorrow so I’m rushing off. Oh and Silver? You’ll never guess what but while writing this, I figured out another short series to do as well. Will tell you later about it. Ja ne Minna-san and this is a oneshot by the way.