Author's Note: Alright, ya'll should have seen this coming. This is my first LEMON FIC. Not my first lemon, but my first LEMON FIC. There's a difference. Lemon fics generally center on yes, sex. This one, I'd like to make different.

Kenshin and Kaoru lemons are usually about Kenshin taking charge because Kaoru is oh-so-sweet and innocent, but we tend to forget that people can be a helluva lot different in bed than they are in everyday life. In this case, Kaoru isn't really going to be OOC, just a loving wife who wants to give her husband something to really enjoy. Sort of like…Kaoru wanting to turn Kenshin into something more than his usual gentle, rurouni self.

Here are some Japanese terms I used in the fic. For your own convenience

• Rurouni - "Wanderer"
• Gi - Samurai top. Basically a shirt that's like a robe.
• Dono - It's an honorific, more formal than "San" which means Mr. or Ms.
• Maa… - It's sort of like a word to appease anger, frustration, etc. Kind of like "Alright now, settle down…"
• Mou! - Is an exclamation of exasperation, whether mild or otherwise. Something like "Goodness!"
• Furo - Japanese bath tub.
• Kami-sama - God
• Ne? - Right?
• Hakama - Samurai pants
• Watsuki-sama - Creator of Rurouni Kenshin. I added the "sama" honorific because it implies a superiority to me. It basically means "lord" or "master".

Here it goes. Read it before you start throwing the tomatoes at me.

Standard disclaimers apply. "Rurouni Kenshin" (c) Watsuki Nobuhiro, Shuiesha, Shounen Jump, and Sony. I do not own RK, pray as I might, every night, it just wouldn't happen that way. No matter how many candles I light, no matter how many chickens I decapitate…

On with the lemon.

Kaoru watched silently from her corner as her husband of three years fired the furnace for her bath.

Even from a distance, she marveled at how handsome his features were in spite of the scar on his cheek. The red, auburn hair only made him all the more attractive.

She sighed contentedly to herself. Mine. She thought impishly. No matter which way she turned it, there was something inexplicably satisfying about having a hold on such a man as him.

The former hitokiri was anything but the innocent and carefree rurouni. Or perhaps he was, to an extent. But being married to him for three years, and having known him before that for two, she knew that his wildness still churned, that what he needed was for someone to have such a firm hold on him that he could muster enough control to keep it at bay. She had that grasp on him. It was from her he summoned the will power to stay sane.

So much so, that sometimes…she was afraid that he was ignoring the fact that it was better to tame it, rather than hide it.

His instincts to protect her ran so deep that he has convinced himself to fear something totally absurd: That he might harm her.

What he refused to realize was that she knew he could not hurt her, that she knew Battousai was a part of him, not apart from him, and that she wanted to know that part of him as much as she did Himura Kenshin.

They've been happy. Three years and it still felt like a dream. Having the twins only added to the bliss, and yet there was something left unfinished. She wanted to show him, coax him into understanding that Battousai is as capable of loving as the rest of him is.

She smiled slightly. He was so beautiful, especially now.

The worn-out pink gi he used to wear had long been discarded. No amount of Kaoru's sewing skills could salvage it. He had new clothes now, dark blues lined with gray and reds lined with off-whites…definitely a sight to entice any woman's eye, and at this moment, one particular woman was practically shuddering at the mere anticipation of locking gazes with him.

As the reflection of the flames danced and bounced on his face, she felt almost lightheaded at the image of following the ripple of the illumination with her lips.

Tonight, it would be different. Tonight she would have him in all his personalities. He would not be able to resist her because she would be relentless, and she would demand that Battousai be released.

She approached him silently, a smile crinkling on her lips. "Kenshin…" she said, clutching a fresh robe gingerly to herself.

Kenshin looked up and returned her smile slowly, delighting in the coquettish glint in her eyes. What was she up to this time? "Your bath's almost ready, dearest. Has Megumi-dono picked up the twins?"

Kaoru gave a soft chuckle. "Yes. I don't know what that woman was thinking when she ventured to take them and Ayame and Suzume for a sleepover."

"She's aiming for a slumber party, Kaoru," Kenshin said, chuckling as well. "And the only one I pity is Kenji, as the girls have a tendency to coddle him incessantly."

"He is his father's son. He cannot help but be their favorite," Kaoru responded in a teasing tone.

"Is that so?" Kenshin asked affectionately, reaching out to clasp her wrist.

Before Kaoru could get away, Kenshin yanked her down towards him and had her in his arms.

Kaoru gave a playful shriek before collapsing against him in giggles.

His amethyst eyes stared intently into her blue pools and he smirked. "What manner of flattery is this? When my wife says such pretty things, she usually wants something."

She grinned and tried to get free, but her struggles were half-hearted. "Kenshin, you think too little of me. Can't a wife think the world of her husband and say so without being accused of wanting something in return?"

"Maa…" He said soothingly. "You make it sound so bad, Kaoru. This unworthy one likes these exchange deals, you see."

"Mou!" Kaoru whispered, tugging at a lock of his bangs. "I thought we got rid of that 'unworthy one' thing years ago…" Her voice trailed off and she transferred her attentions to the exposed skin of his chest, running her finger delicately against the line of his muscles.

He pushed back some of her black hair that had gone to her face. Her touch tickled, but the subtle glide of her fingertips began to awaken his desires. "So we have," he said quietly. "This unworthy one could be so silly…" he drawled, leaning down to take her lips with his own.

Kaoru welcomed him, accepting the sweet strokes of his tongue into her mouth as he laced his fingers through her sleek ebony strands.

She purred into his kiss, their lips and tongues meeting in a sweet caress.

They separated, and Kaoru could feel his breathing go a bit heavier than usual.

"Kenshin…" Kaoru breathed, closing her eyes as Kenshin's lips began to trail moist kisses down her throat.

"Yes…?" He responded, pulling her closer against him, tasting her lightly with feathery flicks of his tongue.

Heated. She had him already, but if she wanted all of him, she must venture a bit farther. Call him. Call Battousai. It was the right time, the right moment. It wouldn't be possible on any other night.

She reached up to gather some of his hair into her fist, leading his lips to her own for rougher, needier kisses. "Kenshin…" she whispered between each near-painful separation. "Kenshin…I…need…you…"

"I know…" He growled.

Kaoru smiled inwardly. Yes, tease him. "…to do…something…for me…" She continued amidst their intense, heated kisses.

"Anything…" he practically moaned in her ear, taking a lobe between his lips.

Kaoru pulled away from him slowly and he mildly refused to release her, but she was insistent, and he finally allowed her get to her feet. She pulled Kenshin with her, grasping his hand in hers.

His eyes were smoky with desire, and her fiendish gaze, flashed over her shoulder towards him, did nothing to temper it.

She led them to the bathhouse, where the water in the furo was heating nicely on the fuel.

As soon as Kenshin slid the shoji door shut, he took her by the waist from behind her, planting open-mouthed kisses on her nape as he undid her obi.

Kaoru smiled, responding to his kisses with a tilt of her head, and though she would allow him to undress her, she was prepared to set a slow and lingering pace.

She could feel his mouth taking her ear, licking the edges of it gently as her obi loosened and slid to the floor.

Before he could sample any more of her, before his hands found the flesh he so desperately wanted, she stepped away from him, shrugging off her kimono as she did so.

The clothes fell on a pile at her feet and she reached out her hand to him, as if to say that at this moment, it was all he was allowed to worship.

Kenshin took the morsel greedily, pressing her palm to his lips hungrily and partaking of the skin of it with a rasp of his teeth and tongue.

As he relished attention to the offered hand, she stepped into the water, sinking gracefully beneath the surface.

"Kaoru…" He groaned, trying to close in on her, if only for a kiss, a kiss that carried all her delicious longing.

She stopped him with that same arm and raised a wash cloth in another.

With eyes conveying fevered need, she tilted her head to the side and smiled. "Kenshin…there are places I can't reach…"

Anticipation surged through Kenshin and he gave a feral smile. Places she can't reach, she says? Well…he would just have to help her, won't he?

He took the cloth and crouched by the side of the furo. "Just tell me where, Kaoru…"

To be continued…

Author's Note: Now, should I continue? Hot or not? Well, I for one think Battousai is a babe. Never mind if his eyes are yellow. He's just too sexy! Darn it. Frustration is a sad, sad thing. That is why Kami-sama is kind enough to create fanfiction, so that writers like me can vent their frustrations in a more productive manner rather than going to Watsuki-sama and holding him hostage until he gives in to my demands of handing RK over to me.