Gasping for breath, Aoshi pulled away, trying desperately not to stare at Misao's kiss reddened mouth. He failed.

"Sumimasen, Misao, I don't deserve you... "

An angry light ignited in Misao's slumberous eyes as the old weasel girl awakened. She suddenly smacked Aoshi so hard he fell over on his back still blinking in confusion, his overwrought male senses unable to react or think. Misao immediately jumped on top of him, straddling his hips, staring at him fiercely as she shook him by his coat.

"Oro?"

"Aoshi, Bakarayou(stupid ass)! You may not deserve me but I certainly deserve you! All my life I tried so hard to be perfect and now—now, more than ever, I know I can give you something, I can make you laugh when all you've had is pain, I can give you my love when all you've had is hate!"

She stopped shaking Aoshi and settled for glaring down at him while cursing his stupidity and male hardheadedness. When Aoshi's eyes stopped spinning, Misao opened her mouth to give another lecture.

"Nani?" squeaked Misao as she found herself pinned underneath Aoshi who rolled faster than she can say ORO. A strange light made Aoshi's icy blue eyes seem piercing and Misao found herself regretting her actions as she nervously contemplated what Aoshi had in store for her.

Weakly, "G—gomen nasai Aoshi, heh he, I don't know—"

Suddenly Aoshi was kissing her deeply, almost hungrily his tongue soothing her lips before slowly entering her mouth.

Misao tasted him and with a moan, eased her tongue closer to his and he met her halfway.

If Aoshi hadn't been lying on top of her, Misao would have jumped up and sprung into a handspring. It was there when they touched, a feeling so unique, Aoshi also groaned even as his tongue courted hers. It was like catching a star and putting it in their mouth... they created a spark.

The blossoms of the tree drifted towards them, carrying a fragrance that further inflamed their senses. Aoshi started caressing Misao's arms, her neck, her shoulders, her waist. Equally impatient, Misao unbuttoned Aoshi's shirt and muttered angrily at the long row of buttons. Aoshi hesitantly broke their kiss and asked Misao, "Are you sure?" He still can't stop touching her, loving the way her skin felt against his own, her softness fitting so perfectly into his hardness. He tried to control his desire but even then he knew, he might not be able to turn back. Misao was breathing heavily, her small hands exploring Aoshi's exposed chest, tracing the scars with a loving touch. She gazed up at him, her blue eyes darkening with desire and love as she answered, "Hai." Aoshi groaned, lost in the passion her touch evoked in him but even as he lowered his body to hers again, he whispered, in a voice both aching and sincere, "Aishiteru Misao, I love you so much.."

Trembling, Misao gave herself over to Aoshi, trusting him not to hurt her. Her untried young body unfamiliar to pleasure arched in response to Aoshi's caresses. Their clothes fell in a heap, she closed her eyes, a flush staining her cheeks as she fought to subdue shyness at her own body. She has seen Aoshi's body with his muscular chest and firm body. He was magnificent! She tried not to remember Kamatari and giggled as she thought, " Aoshi-sama is even bigger than Kamatari. I can't wait to tell Kaoru-chan."

"What was that laugh about?" asked Aoshi pausing in his explorations to tenderly look at a blushing Misao. Misao opened her eyes that twinkled so merrily, " I was just thinking you look magnificent..." when Misao looked up at Aoshi, she found him smiling down at her and she laughed when he said, "Maybe you were just comparing me to someone." Misao stopped laughing when he said, "You're so beautiful Misao."

Aoshi placed his hands on Misao's hips as he started kissing her neck with soft, wet kisses. A spot below her ear made her both moan and give a muffled giggle. Aoshi raised his head to look at her and said ruefully, "You laugh too much at my lovemaking." Misao's eyes widened guiltily but before she can open her mouth to give an apology, Aoshi playfully tweaked her nose and said, "If you're such a kid, I guess it's okay to laugh." An angry flush stained Misao's cheeks, without even thinking, she shoved Aoshi off her and pushed him on his back. "A kid huh?" thought Misao as she straddled his hips, not feeling an inch of shyness even though she was nude. She pushed her thick black braid forward, and slowly, trying to entice her Aoshi-sama as she sat on top of him, she unbraided her hair. Aoshi swallowed nervously as Misao pushed her chest forward, as her completely unloosened hair falling softly around her body, it's ends tickling Aoshi's skin. Sweat broke out over Aoshi's body and he hardened more. With a coy smile, Misao bent, her soft breasts lightly caressing his muscled chest as she softly kissed Aoshi on his lips. Aoshi gasped, wanting to take over yet a bigger part of him wanted to see how far Misao could go. Misao brushed her lips tantalizingly above Aoshi before deciding to kiss him deeper. Her tongue ran over his lips, as if indecisive and Aoshi nearly lost control when greatly daring, her small tongue darted into his mouth. After minutes of Misao caressing Aoshi and satisfying her curiosity, Aoshi lost control and rolled over, placing a smug Misao in the bottom and kissing her hungrily before resuming his explorations on her body. By then, Misao lost all conscious thought, all being centered in the sensations coursing through her body. When Aoshi cupped her breasts all the while trailing wet kisses over her throat and shoulders, Misao groaned. Lost in the taste and feel of Misao, Aoshi was utterly enchanted. No longer was he the okashira, no longer was he battousai's nemesis, he was simply Aoshi Shinomori, the man. "White velvet, cream and vanilla," thought Aoshi dazely as he lowered his head to kiss her breasts. Her flavor burst forth in his mouth and he groaned, pressing closer, feeling her arms go tightly around him even as he teased the tips of her breasts. With loving care, he lavished attention on them, his actions expressing his appreciation of her beauty more than words ever. He then began trailing kisses on Misao's stomach, teasing her navel with his tongue; all the while his hands were gently massaging the girl's thighs, his long fingers inching closer and closer to Misao's femininity. Misao was moaning, feeling her own body's urgency and when she felt Aoshi softly caress her womanhood, his lips caress it's gates, she came in a blinding flash of light. Still, Aoshi caressed her, inserting a finger in her throbbing folds as she still shook from the aftermath of her release.

Aoshi shook from Misao's ardent response, wanting to take her right now, wildly but waited for her to get a hold of herself. Her came on top of her, lifting her thighs as he positioned himself between them. Misao lifted her head to look at him, tears of pleasure shining in her eyes. She realized what was going to happen next, anticipated the pain because it would mean she is one with her beloved. She closed her eyes, put her hands on top of his as she whispered, "Go ahead." Aoshi closed his eyes too, his heart aching with intense emotions, dread because of her virgin's pain and love because of her unshakable trust in him. Slowly, he inched his length inside her, fighting impulses to take and take, wanting to give her all the pleasure his humble man's body can give. Misao was moaning incoherently, but a muffled squeal was heard when Aoshi thrust all the way inside her, rending her membrane, making them one. Shaking, Aoshi tried to keep still, allowing Misao to grow accustomed to his length, each muscle contraction made him crazy, sweat trickling down his back. He began kissing Misao all over her face, nuzzling her throat and when Misao relaxed, he looked into her eyes, gripped her hands by their sides and began a slow rhythmic movement. Misao groaned when Aoshi pulled nearly out of her, her hips thrusting awkwardly to keep him inside her. Instinct took over, as each touch, each kiss inflamed their desires, pleasure weaving an unbreakable enchantment over them. With Aoshi's plunging strokes, Misao unraveled, her fingers tightly gripping his shoulders, her nails digging in his hot flesh. Aoshi bent down, concentrating on reaching the deepest part of her, not wanting to be separated from her silken skin, he took a gentle bite on her neck but when Misao's loud moan and nails scratched his back, the small pain only served to heighten the pleasure. He began placing love bites, helpless to control his fierce possessiveness, he was nearing the culmination of their passion and slowly, before he lost control, his hand reached down between them and stroked the center of Misao's desire, opening it to his deep penetration. Misao screamed; her nails digging savagely in his back, her legs tightening about his hips. He began rotating his hips in a delicate manner, pushing deeper inside her and Misao began running her hands feverishly down his chest, "Ao—Aoshi— watashi.. watashi... dame...," moaned Misao before biting his chest in a sensuous punishment for making her wait. Aoshi shuddered and whispered against her lips, biting her between each word, " Lift- your- legs- on- my- hips and-" Aoshi cupped Misao's bottom, lifting her to receive his thrust. One deep thrust, and the world exploded. Misao screamed, even as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. A blinding light, an all- consuming heat tingled through their senses and with a loud groan, Aoshi poured his very essence inside her, wanting to give her everything, his heart, his soul, his child. He collapsed on top of Misao, blanketing her completely, wanting to absorb her hot, delicious body into his own, he wanted to keep her inside him, to protect her from the cruelties of this world. With a smirk, he immediately negated the idea, Misao would most likely insist in protecting him as well. He looked down and realized that Misao was asleep, clearly exhausted from the earth shattering ordeal, he could scarcely believe this small bit of a ninja could make him wild with only a glance, a tender caress. Yawning, her rolled to his side, smiling sleepily when Misao followed him and snuggled against him. He took Misao in his arms, holding her tightly. "Another first", he thought wryly, before, sex has always been a physical need but with Misao, it was an act of blinding beauty and love. He has never felt such blazing sensuality nor the sense of peace and contentment of lying in the darkness just holding the woman he loved in his arms. He realized he was holding something in his closed fist, and he slowly opened his hand. A small perfect blossom stood in his hand, it's pale pink petals in a full bloom, and he saw that a blue center decorated the pale flower. It was a rowan flower, in full bloom with a single dew drop resting in its center.