She was tired of this.
Again, with the poorly contrived kidnaping from some half-wit, grudge ridden swordsmen. The kind who only had enough sense to sneak up on a girl when she was distracted in the twilight hours of the day and use foul play to capture her.
Then, again, she’d be left someplace or other. Her head would sting like Hell from the cheap shot that had knocked her out of commission in the first place. The too tight bindings on her wrists would cut off circulation and leave her hands tingling with blood loss. She would be left to sit and wait, slowly numbing hands neatly folded in front of her. Her fingers tapping an impatience cadence against her thigh as she ticked off passing seconds. Left and forgotten while she was used as a lure to bring out Battousai for whomever was foolish enough to incur Kenshin’s displeasure.
And, again, her rurouni would come boldly in, kicking ass left and right to save her maidenly virtues. His eyes still lit with that hint of gold that would set her heart racing. Promises of protection whispered in low undertones as he scooped her up and carried her off dramatically into the distance.
Only to have it all add up to jack squat in the morning. Again they'd be back to ‘Kaoru-dono’ and distant smiles. As if nothing had ever happened.
Well she was tired of it, all right?
She wanted no more of this side-stepping. No more brooding. No more excuses.
And so this time, when he finally came into the clearing, reeking of sweat from his efforts and blood from the few cuts marring his person, she put her desires into action.
She pushed herself up, off of the ground to meet his rescue. Her fingers latched firmly in the material of his outrageously colored gi, never mind the wrist binds. She yanked on the fabric. Hauled him down the scant inches between them and kissed him soundly.
And when they were both breathless she made her demands.
"Can we drop the ‘dono’?"
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The direct result of a rabid plot muse at two in the morning on Valentine's Day and took all of fifteen minutes to write. Not really worthy of being called fanfiction, but what the hey, up it goes.
~ Alea Seikou