Kaoru tasted of salt, and felt like silk. Kenshin couldnāt get enough, pressing kisses along her collarbone, his breathing still labored, his body still overheated. He mouthed at her skin, any of her that he could reach without moving, relaxation thrumming through him. He let his eyes drift closed. Her hands were feather light on his back as he rested against her. She stroked along old scars, ridges of skin raised in stark relief from the muscles there.
āKenshin?ā Her voice was quiet, like drops in a silent pool.
āSo many.ā Her fingers found a particularly large scar, the one that Saito had left. and she traced it several times.
āMmm, this one is one of the lucky ones.ā
āā¦That too,ā he laid his hand over her heart, and delighted in the feel of it, the steady beat of her life under his palm.
Her fingers drifted to the wound that Jineh had made, that had barely and miraculously missed his liver, ghosting over it, again and again, and then traveled to the bite mark on his shoulder. Her heart rate rose, and Kenshin shifted so that he was able to see her face through his bangs. She was upset. He was awash in peaceful lethargy and his wife was distressed. He frowned.
āKenshin-ā her voice caught, and her fingers kept mapping that scar, with itās terrible, twisted lines. He knew what it looked like, and it was anything but reassuring or pretty. āKenshin, you could have- so many times, Kenshin you could have-ā
āBut this one did not,ā he interrupted gently, and caught her wrist, pulling her away from old pain. He brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her callused fingers before laying them over his own heart. āThis one is here, with you.ā
Her eyes were shining in the dark.
āKaoru, this is more than this one ever thought to have. To lie here with you.ā
Kaoru licked her lips. āThen always come home after. No matter what happens, always come home.ā
āTo you,ā he agreed, and leaned down to kiss her, her palm caught between them. āThis one will always return to you.ā