Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Paradise Smells of Jasmine ❯ Paradise Smells of Jasmine ( One-Shot )

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Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 986 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Watsuki sensei, and this fic is not intended to make any profits whatsoever. Author notes: Answer to the Sour Lemon Challenge in the RK Bad Boys Lemon Paradise ML, as proposed by MightyMightyMunson :In One page (yes, just one) do your very, very best....er....worst.....to come up with the most, OCC, mind bending, cliche'd, sap soaked, WAFF filled boink that you can. Fill this Sour Lemon with all the things you HATE, despise, fear, etc. I must be crazy to post this... *author mutterings in the background* While I failed in the length (it’s a page and a half) I tried to respect the other premise as faithfully as I could, meaning that this is the worse Lemon scenario I can do. Mind you, it’s not the worse I’ve ever seen (the worse ones are those rape is a key for romance), though it does have some of those pet peeves that makes my nerves cringe. Anyway, the pairing makes no sense in the context, the characters are insanely OOC, there is character bashing, there is no plot, the sex, even if minimal here, is unrealistic and too idealized, and the grammar/spelling hasn’t been revised/edited, and the overwhelming Waff Side of the Force has killed any goodness that the fic could have, because these are the things that I despise and hate the most in ANY kind of fic. I want to express my gratitude to Jennifer Munson for her ideas and continuous support, and I am very grateful to all those you have participated and will be participating in this challenge. I’m enjoying your entries a lot, keep them coming! ************* ParadiseSmells of Jasmine He was restless. Half an hour had elapsed from their usual time of meeting, and she hadn’t arrived yet. A shiver of pure terror coursed through him. Would her friends have discovered where she spent her afternoons? Would he know? The mere thought was unbearable, and he cast it aside, with a new shudder. He had once taken what he loved most; he wouldn’t bear it once more. As soft knock at the hut’s door drag him out of his thoughts, a hopeful sigh escaped his lips, and hurriedly, he answered the call. Yes, it was his beloved! They melted in a passionate embrace, his lips touching chastely the forehead of his pure dove, not daring scaring her going beyond such an innocent contact. “Oh, you have no idea how much I missed you, my love! What did stop you today?” he said holding her tight “Was it he? Does anybody else suspect?,” he questioned, anxious. “I felt the same, love of my life.... But despair not, for we are together now, and it’s for good! I confronted Kenshin and I told him all the truth! He had to know that since I was with you in that Island, I realized I had never truly loved him, I was just infatuated with his idealism!” “Did he harm you, sweet plum of mine?,” he asked looking for marks of violence caused by his loathed brother in law. “Here you go again! I have nothing to do with plum blossoms! I’m not Tomoe! I told you already! It’s jasmine! Say with me... Jasmine.” she said, rolling cutely her lovely sapphire eyes, in which he could drown. She was slightly peeved, but, as the delicate flower she was, she regained her demure mood soon enough. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, So very sorry...” he kissed her hands, devotedly. The perfect creature illuminating the room didn’t deserve anything but his worship, “How can I compare you, so graceful and delicate, with the traitorous, ungrateful, lusty woman that my sister was? I never meant...” “Shh, my love, nothing of this counts anymore,” she cut his apologies off, putting her fingers over his lips. Ah, she was so forgiving, so selfless... Since he found out that quality in her, he bound to her as her servant for the eternity. There was no loftier aim that becoming the puppy of such heavenly creature. “When I confronted him,” she went on “he said he was relieved that someone else took the burden from him, and he left the dojo. But before that, he confessed to me that since shortly we came back from Tokyo, he and Seta Soujirou were seeing each other.” She sighed. However, he knew that it was not sadness or longing for the accursed redhead. He embraced her protectively. “I must admit that once I discovered that the kimono he had on his room wasn’t a gift to me, I became wary, but I had thought he was with Sano, or that awful cop... “She added tapping her chin with her index. To be honest, he had to admit that he had suspected it all along. What else could the damn man do, after killing Tomoe? And besides, that girly looks of his gave him away... Anyhow, the good news was that, through her pure love, he was a redeemed man that could leave the past where it belonged, unlike Batt--Himura. Most importantly, he could forget what he did, and start to be judgmental with every felon that crossed his path, spilling his guts all over the place in the name of Justice, just like every good guy did. Would Tomoe frown upon him for that? ‘Bah, screw her, she chose the dwarf,’ he shrugged. Ah, being a good guy and loved by a virtuous goddess of selflessness had its good sides, he grinned. “Anyway, my love, we are free!” she took his face in her fans and kissed him passionately all over. “The freeloader is gone, like the ninjas from Kyoto, and my pupil got his own longhouse! We have the dojo is all for ourselves! Let me show you how much I love you, my darling tiger. Lets consummate our love!” “Are you sure? I think we should wait until we are properly married...” “Formalities doesn’t bound two hearts, my love, just take me, make me yours!” He was hesitant at first, since it was his first time making love and he wanted it to be special, as in his wedding night. Besides, his sister’s scowl had always ‘discouraged’ him every time he had tried to be with a woman before... but now he was free of that witch. He grinned for a second, thinking that --finally-- he’d score, but then he felt remorseful. How could he let his lustful thoughts tainted the purity of what was about to happen with his one true love? However, he had no time to ponder about it. There she was, his sweet dove, already naked walking towards him. He was stunned in front of her fine beauty, and soon he was blushing to the root of his hairs for her boldness. She undressed him quickly, as if she were an expert, and then she went on her knees, grabbing with silken fingers his pole of love, caressing it and then, unbelievably, taking it into her mouth. He had never thought that a mouth could be used in that way or that there were so many pleasurable spots on his rod. She was making him feel way better than the rare times he touched himself, and he couldn’t help to think --even if briefly-- if Batt..., no Himura, or any of her previous captors had forced upon her... He discarded the thought immediately. She was obviously too pure and untainted. Surely it was natural talent. They quickly ended rolling over the floor, and though some strange ideas popped in his mind to make her feel good --probably natural virgin talent as hers-- he finally desisted, when, as his hand wandered south, she mumbled something about perversions. He didn’t want to upset his chaste bride, and so he simply positioned himself above her. She received him eagerly, and after he tore through the proof of her virtue, there were a few awkward moments, until he felt her desire and pleasure throbbing within her body. They gained rhythm, until they reached heaven together, telling sweet little words to each other, and how deep their love for each other was, and they agreed they marry in less than a week. After all, what they had just done was the ultimate proof of true love and that they were meant to be, for the eternity. He sighed contentedly, happy at last. The woman of his dreams was by his side, she was much better than a traitorous sister, and she had made him whole again. Being in love was wonderful, he though, smiling at the bird perched on the branch outside, before falling finally asleep, thinking that Paradise smelled of Jasmine. ********** *passes the readers barf bags* Sorry, so very sorry... well, this has been an exercise on how NOT to write. I don’t think I have to explain how much I detest this kind of writing, right? In any case, I hope you find this slightly amusing... Sorry if is not...