Author's Note: The long awaited update is finally here guys. I'm finally back to writing yey! (I hope you guys don't want to murder me). I did my best to make this chapter worth the looooong wait. Thank you so much for the support guys! This fanfic is coming to a close soon and I'll be releasing a new one right after. So I hope you can support my next story once this one is complete! For all you Saitou lovers. Here's your steamy alone time with him!

"Saitou-san?" Chizuru asked, taken aback by the samurai's words. She could feel his arms tighten around her, his breath hot against her neck. She could feel her cheeks becoming hot as the intimacy between them remained for a while, no words were exchanged. Slowly, Saitou pulled away from the embrace. He looked at Chizuru, the same brown eyes that had always looked back at him ever since they met at the Shinsengumi quarters. Chizuru was different now, she looked different, she was different. Have you always been this beautiful? Saitou thought, straightening himself before the maiko.

"Yukimura, I have something to say." He began, trying to remain cool and collected. "What is it, Saitou-san?"

The samurai let out a deep sigh. "The kimono suits you perfectly." He said, pausing for a while to wait for a response. Chizuru couldn't help but blush at his sudden compliment, fidgeting as she struggled to give a response. Saying something like that... all of the sudden. She panicked a bit, Saitou was known to be one of the most serious commanders in the Shinsengumi. One could never expect him saying such words. After what seemed like hours, Chizuru brought herself to speak.

"T-Thank you, Saitou-san." She replied softly, avoiding the velvet orbs that gazed upon her. "I've been wanting to say this to you for quite a while..." Saitou added, a light trail of pink appearing on his cheeks. He closed his eyes for a bit, as if he was putting things in order within himself. He had never been put in this kind of situation before. You may throw him in a war, but never in front of a woman. It was an odd feeling really; it was like he was completely lost.

"Seeing you in that attire makes me quite nervous." This made Chizuru's face heat up even more. She turned towards him, motioning to respond. "S-Saitou-san, I think we can talk about this later-"

"No, it won't be the same." Saitou immediately retorted, grabbing hold of Chizuru's hand. "S-Saitou-san..."

"Yukimura... I've always-"

Before he could finish his sentence, voices began to echo in the hallway. It was the sound of geisha talking, their voices becoming more audible as they approached the room. "Saitou-"

Out of nowhere, the samurai did something that no one expected him to do. He kissed her. Chizuru froze, taken by surprise of Saitou's sudden gesture. It was hard to explain, she knew she should have pushed him away. But why did he make her heart race so much? I like Hijikata-san, but... Chizuru closed her eyes, accepting and returning her commander's advances. It was a different kiss altogether. It wasn't forceful like Souji's, it wasn't possessive like Toshizo's either. It was a kiss of a different kind. One that was tender, soft and cautious. It was like Saitou was afraid that he might ruin her, yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away.

The voices of the geisha became clearer now, they were passing by the room in a steady pace. They were chuckling and gossiping, the sound of sake bottles clacking against the tray as they moved. As Saitou pulled back briefly, Chizuru opened her mouth to speak. "Saitou-"

Again she was cut off by another kiss. "They will hear you if you speak, Yukimura." Then their lips met again, but this time Chizuru found herself on the floor; her beautiful kimono sprawling beneath her. The voices began to fade into the background, until silence took over the room. The two continued to exchange kisses, until Saitou pulled back to gaze upon a breathless Chizuru.

"It seems like talking is not sufficient." He began, his hands gliding across her cheek and slowly slithered down to her neck. "I will show you what I want to say, Chizuru."

He said my name...the young woman could see the change in the samurai's eyes. They were becoming dark, eyes that were expressing so much love and want. Then, he leaned closer until his lips kissed her cheek. A hand cupped Chizuru's face as Saitou showered her with feather-like kisses. On her forehead, her nose, her eyes, almost every inch of her face. He's so gentle she thought, the sensation of his tender touches exciting her.

Chizuru heard the telltale sound of fabric sliding against one another, her obi loosening its tight hug around her stomach. Saitou didn't talk much, however he never stopped moving. His hands wandered, leaving lingering touches on different parts of her skin. His lips, Chizuru felt like she could just melt from them. He kissed her neck, her collar bone and then her shoulder. He nipped on the tender skin, earning a soft gasp from Chizuru. What a nice sound she makes Saitou thought, his skilful hands finding their way to Chizuru's main kimono. Just as Saitou was quick with the sword, so were his hands when they yearned for something to touch.

He slipped his hand underneath Chizuru's kimono, gently cupping her breast before squeezing it. "Ah! Saitou-san..." she mewled, her cheeks stained in red. There was something the way he touched her, that made it feel so much more exciting. Was it because he was more conservative? Or was it because this was what Chizuru wanted?

Quietly, Saitou slid the kimono off her shoulders, revealing Chizuru's bare chest. She looked away, embarrassment taking a hold of her. "Please don't stare at me." She mumbled, closing her eyes.

"You're beautiful, Chizuru." Without another word, Saitou leaned in to kiss the tip of her breast before taking it into his mouth. Chizuru let out a moan, her hands running through his raven hair as he suckled her. "S-Saitou-san..! Ah!"

He slipped his hand beneath her, caressing her bare back as he began to move lower and lower. It was painfully delightful, this slow and torturous thing Saitou was doing. He was taking his time, having his fill of her with each move he made. She felt so soft, so smooth and delicate. Like holding a flower the samurai observed, licking Chizuru's stomach as he moved lower.

Instinctively Chizuru kept her legs closed, which slightly startled Saitou. He paused for a moment, looking at the flustered maiko. "Do I scare you, Chizuru?"

His words tugged her heart in the warmest way. She looked like she was about to cry, completely overwhelmed with his words and touch. Don't say things like that! She thought, her quivering lips opening slightly as she spoke.

"N-No..."

A small yet satisfied smile lurked on Saitou's lips. "Then please." He was looking straight at her, their eyes meeting. Chizuru didn't know what to do anymore, she knew she shouldn't continue but she couldn't bring herself to deny Saitou. In his arms, she felt it; love. She felt so much of it that it was driving her insane. He was gently caressing her thigh, patiently waiting for her to grant him his request. Even in this situation, Saitou remained to be a man of so little words, but they meant so much.

Hesitantly, Chizuru parted her legs. Saitou gave a light nod, as if to acknowledge her obedience. A kiss on the knee, to the inner thigh and little by little he was drawing near to her most sensitive place. After what seemed to be hours of long teasing, he kissed her 'there'. Chizuru let out a moan, covering her lips as she did so. If I'll be noisy... people will hear.

But hiding her muffled moans became more challenging as Saitou began to kiss her more intensely. She was building up, rising to that ever sweet peak. Chizuru could feel Saitou's tongue moving, flicking and tasting her. Urging her more and more to release that nectar he has been dying to taste. I can't...!

Chizuru stiffened, raising her hips as she reached her climax. She panted heavily, her head spinning and her view a blur. Saitou licked his lips, positioning himself in between her legs. They weren't quite done yet.

He has been aching to touch her for so long, to completely feel her. A grave punishment awaits me Saitou mentally reminded himself. He was touching something he wasn't supposed to touch. But the more he thought about taking Chizuru away, his desire to be filled of her only grew. He loosened his robe, revealing his well-built torso. The sleeves pooled over his hands as he leaned over her, whispering into her ear.

"May I?"

Chizuru closed her eyes, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. It was a sign, she gave him permission. She could feel his member entering her achingly slowly, going further and further until he completely filled her up. "Ahn..!" Chizuru held Saitou tighter, squirming beneath him as she started to get used to him.

Then, it happened. Inside one of the tea rooms, the air was filled with the smell of sweat and sex. Soft muffled moans echoed as Saitou moved on from the tender touches to a more intense and harsher movement. The sensation was surreal; it felt so good and so right. Chizuru couldn't understand at all. She was so confused if it was her heart or her body that spoke for her.

"Saitou...-san.. ah!" Again and again, his name escaped her lips. It was beautiful, it aroused the samurai more and more.

"Chizuru." He quietly hissed.

The pacing became quicker now; both of them knew they were coming closer and closer to their climax. "Saitou-san...! Saitou-san...!"

With one last thrust, they both stiffened as they felt their sweet release.

Chizuru woke up in her quarters, back in her regular clothes and her body sore. What happened? Where..? Her eyes widened, she immediately looked down on her clothes then to her surroundings. "My clothes... this is... my room." The young woman got up and rushed to the mirror, observing her face. Her face was cleaned of her make-up, and she smelled of soap. How did I...?

A sudden knock on the door made Chizuru jump, making her let out a soft yelp. Relax. I have to find Saitou-san.

Speak of the devil. As she opened the door, she was greeted by the tall dark-haired man that touched her ever so gently last night. Saitou looked calm, like he always did. But Chizuru noticed there was a change in the way he looked at her. It was more relaxed, more inviting.

"Saitou-san... how did I... what happened?" Chizuru asked nervously, looking at the commander anxiously.

"Don't worry. You fell asleep." Saitou began, his tone soothing. "I had Kimigiku-san change your clothes before I carried you to meet with the others. I told them you were tired and wanted to sleep, which explained you were no longer wearing your maiko get up."

Chizuru was amazed by how relaxed Saitou was. It was as if lying was his second nature and it came to him almost naturally.

"But I feel fresh, like I took a bath-"

"Senhime-san and Kimigiku-san came with us when we went home. They were the ones who cleaned you. They also changed your clothes as well."

For a moment Chizuru felt relief. The last thing she wanted to hear was that Saitou was the one that did everything. But even so, it made her realize that Saitou will always be Saitou regardless of the situation.

The samurai looked at her, the two exchanging silent stares for a while. He reached out first, caressing her cheek. "Chizuru."

Her cheeks turned into a dark shade of pink from the sound of her name, the samurai turned his back towards her. "Lunch has been served. Hijikata-sama... "There was a brief pause as Saitou said Toshizo's name, it was as if he was hesitating to say it. But there was no regret in his voice. "is awaiting your presence." He finally said.

The commander began to walk away, going to the hall that leads to the dining room. Realizing that she spaced out, Chizuru immediately caught up with Saitou, keeping her head down as she walked beside him. "T-Thank you... Saitou-san." She managed to say. You're thanking him for his compliment. That's it. Chizuru attempted to convince herself. She wasn't sure if what happened between her and Saitou was something she should be thankful for. But there was one thing for certain, she was thankful to have someone love her so dearly.

As they reached the dining room, Saitou stood by the door first, quietly facing it until he whispered. "You're beautiful, Yukimura-kun."

There was a brief smile that lingered on his lips before he entered the room, the voices of the Shinsegumi greeting him as he did so. Chizuru stood frozen in the hallway, flustered and dumbfounded. Saitou-san! Why did you have to say something like that?