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Monologues - Megumi

I couldn’t quite believe it. Sagara Sanosuke was kissing me.

Kissing? Is that the only word for it? It seemed so tame when compared to the hot, carnal reality of his hungry mouth ravaging mine. I could taste the sake on his tongue as it slipped in to explore my mouth.

Sake. How much of it had he drunk tonight?

I pulled away. “Sano,” I said more firmly, “you’re drunk. You’re being crazy. You don’t want this, you--” He lifted his eyes to mine, and all the breath backed up in my lungs.

I had seen that wildly intense look in his eyes a few times before. The first time when he discovered I had indirectly caused his friend’s death; the second when he had grabbed the knife I was about to plunge into my own heart. Both times, I had glimpsed something more than the irresponsible, disreputable mooch he pretended to be, but I’d managed to forget it. I suppose I’d always thought of Sano as a boy, a rather annoying one. He was, after all, three years younger than me.

But these were no boy’s eyes, scorching mine with their intensity. These were no boy’s hands, warming my skin through the yukata. This was no boy’s body pressed against mine.

His voice was rough when he said, “Hell, yeah, I want.”

"Sano--" My voice was breathless even to my ears. Still holding my gaze, he straightened his long legs and pulled me down so I was kneeling astride his thighs. I could feel just the tip of his arousal prodding my abdomen. My lips parted in a gasp and he took advantage of that, leaning in to kiss me again.

"I know what I want, Megumi," he said against my lips.

The alcoholic smell of sake assailed my senses but underneath that was the musky smell of Sano himself. I leaned into him, unable to do anything else with what he was doing to me. My entire being was focused on the feel of his hands on my back, his lips planting kisses across my face and down my throat. I felt the heat of his tongue flick across the hollow at the base of my throat and a helpless shudder ripped through me.

One hand left my back and slipped around to the knotted tie of my yukata. Before I knew it, the yukata was loose and he was pushing it off my shoulders. He let out his breath in a hiss when my breasts were revealed, and lifted a hand to touch.

I dropped my head and blushed. My breasts are about average, but I knew he was used to much curvier women. “They’re--”

“They’re perfect,” he told me. “You’d look stupid with big ones.”

I had to laugh, dropping my head to rest against his for a moment. Only Sano. He shot me his sweetest smile and ducked his head to take my nipple in his mouth.

“Sa-no!” I cried out, so shocked it was all that could come out of my mouth. It was so warm, and wet, and--

“Mmm?”

I cradled his head against my breast, caressing his absurd duck-fluff hair. My breath came out in a moan when he started using his tongue, flicking it over my sensitive nipple until I began to tremble. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me into him, pressing me into his--

Oh, heavens.

I’m a doctor; I know the mechanics of the whole process. In spite of appearances, it really does seem to work--for other people. But I had never had first hand knowledge of it, and Sano was--well, to put it bluntly, he was huge. Biological facts be damned, this was not going to work, and I tried to tell him so.

“Let me go--Sano--”

He nuzzled my throat, murmuring words of comfort. “Shhh--shhhh--it’s all right--”

“Sano--no, really, I don’t think this is going to work.”

His eyes were a little puzzled when he lifted his head. “Hasn’t it ever before?”

“How would I know?” I wailed.

Comprehension dawned. “You’ve never done this, have you?”

My jaw dropped, and in spite of our position I nearly slapped him. But he forestalled that by gathering me close and murmuring, “Don’t worry about anything, Megumi. I’ll take care of it.”

All right, that was it, he had to die. Or he would have, had he not wrapped his arm around my waist inside the yukata and begun stroking my spine. I never knew a person’s backbone could be such an sensual part of their body.

I tried again. “Sano--”

He tilted his face up to mine, and I caught sight of the incredible wanting in his eyes. “If I’m doing anything right, Megitsune,” he promised in a low voice, “it’ll be just fine.”

I nearly rolled my own eyes. How like Sano to think he could be in control of it all. And he was. There I sat, mostly naked, my legs spread so that the raw, aching core of me was exposed, unable to do anything but drown in heated sensations. He, on the other hand, was fully clothed and was very purposefully causing those same heated sensations. Our entire relationship had been a struggle over the upper hand--in this of all things, I was not going to passively give it up. I scooted back on his thighs, thrusting my hands out to hold him at a distance. “Sanosuke!”

He let go more readily than I had expected, and I almost fell over backwards. “Please,” I said. “Just--don’t touch me, all right?”

His eyes went flat and dark, all the sparkle dying. “If you didn’t want me, fox, all you had to say was no. I woulda stopped.”

Stop?

This was all too much--he was too much, with his wandering hands and hungry mouth and hot dark eyes. But I didn’t want him to stop, I just wanted--I wanted--

I reached out and took his face in my hands, leaning over to brush a soft, open-mouthed kiss across his lips. “Please. Let me touch you.”

Heat and hope flared to life again as I trailed my hands down his throat and across his collarbone. “Look at that,” I scolded playfully, plucking at the border of his jacket. “You’re completely clothed still. We’ll have to take care of that.”

He grinned at me and I grinned back, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. The white cotton slithered down his tanned arms to puddle on the floor behind him. “Better,” I said in satisfaction, a hot thrill running through me at the sight of his chest. That storky build of his is deceptive--Sano has a lot of muscle on him, chest and arms and powerful shoulders. I flattened my hands on his chest and made a little “mm” sound.

His grin turned cocky. “You like what you see?”

I wrinkled my nose at him. “It’s not so bad.”

Just for that, he went for my breast again, working the nipple with his thumb until I moaned and grabbed his hand. “Oh no you don’t.”

For a moment, I thought about taking my knife to the linen bandages around his waist, but they fell loose after a bit of tugging. His belly was a bit lighter than the rest of his torso, but ridged with muscle. I braced my hands on it as I leaned forward to kiss his shoulder blade.

He liked that--I could tell. He liked it even better when my mouth moved down over his chest and abdomen. His skin was smooth and warm under my lips, tasting a little of sweat and more of Sano.

I took in several careful breaths before allowing my hands to drop to the front of his pants. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes widened when I touched him through the cloth. “Megitsune,” he whispered hoarsely, the muscles of his throat working as my fingers stroked up and down the throbbing, burning length, learning the feel of it.

It was my turn to murmur, “Shhh,” as I plucked at the drawstring. I’d decided that the only way to conquer my fears was to become familiar with that which I feared. All in all, a very logical conclusion. Oh--my--

He groaned aloud as my hand closed around him, and I snatched it back. “Gomen--”

Sano half-laughed, catching my hand and wrapping it around his thickness again. “I like it,” he told me. “Honest.”

I blinked at him, feeling a little foolish. Doctor I might be, but in this particular arena I was ridiculously out of my element. He lifted his hand to cup me between my legs, and I let out a soft cry.

“See?” he murmured into my ear, catching the lobe lightly between his teeth. His finger was working at a particular spot that shot lightning bolts through my entire body. My hands went to his shoulders for balance as my hips rocked, seeking more of that incredible electricity. There was such a terrible pressure, clenching tighter and tighter at every stroke of that skilled finger. He urged me on, his voice soft and coaxing. “C’mon, Megitsune. I want all of you. Just let go. Let go.” My nails bit deep into his shoulders as my hips rocked faster, seeking whatever lay at the end of all this--

All at once, every muscle in my body clenched and then exploded, sending me hurtling helpless on waves of the most intense pleasure yet. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear--I could only feel. Slowly it subsided, and I sank back down, resting my head on his and breathing hard.

I realized I’d shut my eyes, and, lifting my head, opened them again. His face was a study in concentration, his eyes intent and sweat shining at his temples. I realized, through the tiny explosions that still rocked me, how much un-Sano-like control it had taken for him to give me this when his own arousal was hotter and huger then ever.

He looked up at me through the mess of his hair. “Did you like that?”

I could only give him a what-are-you-crazy? look. Did I like that! “How did you do that?”

He flexed his fingers once against me, and I nearly passed out. “Damned if I know.”

I started to laugh, and he laughed back, catching me around the hips and pulling me into him. I tensed up when the tip of him first nudged at my entrance, but he whispered, “Relax. It doesn’t hurt. Much.”

“You’re lying through your teeth,” I told him. “You don’t know the first thing about virgins.” But as nervous as I had been before, I wasn’t now. What he’d given me had taken the edge off of everything. I forced myself to relax, slowly lowering myself onto him. “O-oh--oh--” And then he was fully inside me, filling up every empty space I’d ever thought I had and then some.

“Oh, damn, Megumi,” was all he could say. “Oh, damn.” It sounded more like a prayer then a curse.

He’d been right, I thought, shifting my hips around him. It didn’t hurt much--stung more than anything else. It was just so strange--

With the help of his hands, my shifting to make myself comfortable with his size slowly turned into a rhythmic rocking that brought the heat back faster then I could have imagined. He was with me this time, breath sawing in and out in raw gasps. “Megumi,” he groaned over and over again, as if he could think of nothing else. “Megumi!”

I dropped my head and captured his mouth in a raw, carnal kiss, our tongues echoing the movements of our bodies. I could feel the brink speeding towards me, and increased the tempo of my hips. “Sano, please--”

“Let go,” he said again, as he had before. “Megumi--ahhhh--”

I cried out as, without warning, my climax blindsided me, an explosion even huger then the first. He came with me, his back arching and his eyes going blind as he spurted his seed deep into my womb.

As the aftershocks dissipated, the world slowly swam back into focus. We were curled up together on the floor, our bodies shining with sweat. My head was resting on his shoulder, his slowing heartbeat a comforting thud-thud-thud under my ear.

There was a slight pressure on the top of my head, and he breathed into my hair, “Did it hurt?”

I looked up. “Yes.” At his dismay, I smiled. “But not badly.”

He grinned cockily. “Told you.”

I gave a mock-sigh. “Seems you were right about a lot of things. We should mark this day on the calender.”

He gave my bottom a light slap, and I retaliated by taking his nipple between my teeth. “Megumi!”

It was my turn to grin cockily. “Let’s see who’s ready for the next time faster.”

It was a tie.

Sunlight streaming onto my face woke me, and I stretched. My fist hit something solid, which grunted and shifted.

Sano.

We’d moved to my futon sometime in the night, and discovered that it wasn’t too crowded if two people were entwined. We still were, but he was asleep.

I sleep very neatly--curled on my side with my legs and arms all tucked into my body. Sano, by contrast, spread himself out in sleep as much as in wakefulness. On his back, with one arm curled over his head and one long, narrow foot trailing on the floor, he looked as innocent as a little boy. I smiled at that, remembering my thoughts in that direction last night.

I wondered idly if he might have made me pregnant, but after a few moments’ calculation, I concluded it was unlikely.

Would it be so bad if he had?

I shied away from that question by looking away and around the room. Our clothes were scattered in a long trail from the door to the edge of my futon. Halfway across the room lay Sano’s jacket.

I studied the kanji on the back for a moment. Aku. Wicked. Sano delighted in being wicked, I thought, propping myself up on my elbow. But he also wore it in remembrance of his old group, and Sagara Souzou, the leader who had sacrificed his life that Sano might live.

There’s so much to you, Sagara Sanosuke. Your name even. How many secrets and layers are there behind that scruffy hair and scoundrel grin?

All this time, I’ve been so lonely--so empty. And you were right there. How could I have missed this? All our fights--sparks that have finally burst into full flame. Only you could have made me feel like this. Not Ken-san, as much as I always pretended I wanted him. Not anybody else. Just you. Always you.

And that’s another thing. We have such seperate lives--me here at the clinic, you with all your pursuits. How are we going to work an us into the you and me? Because I do want there to be an us--and I think you do too.

My lover’s arm came around me from behind, and he nuzzled my hair. “Ohayou.”

“Ohayou,” I answered, thinking how nice it sounded to say to him.

He sat up halfway so he could look down at me. “How do you feel?” He looked lazy and satisfied, but deep in his eyes there was a trace of nerves. I could understand why--the madness of a night could so easily dissolve in morning’s harsh light.

Not this madness.

I smiled up at him, reaching up to hook a hand around the back of his neck. “I’d feel better if you were down here.”

He laughed, all nerves disappearing, and lowered his head. As I lost myself in his touch once again, I thought, We’ll work this out. There’s no way we can’t.

FINIS

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