#don't they mean sinpachi?

[that-otome-potato]

This was supposed to be a drabble... I edited it a couple times in the hopes of making it shorter, but I think I made it longer.

*shrugs*

I hope you enjoy my Jinpachi fic.  Contains some smut.

@masamunesmistress and @calicocrest

Also, this is for all of the Jinpachi fans out there.  I'm looking at you, @saizoswifey.  Also, a little birdie told me that @otomelin might appreciate this as well?

Cut to save your dash!

“Jin…pa…chi…”

Every syllable of his name that came from her luscious lips was met with a thrust of his hips, pressing her harder and harder against the wall behind her. Just hearing them from her made it harder and harder to maintain his well-practiced composure.

~*~

~Rainy day - late spring~

Kyoto. The capitol of Japan and one of the best places for a noble Lord to find a noble wife to ensure the continuation of his line.

Jinpachi had been at Lord Nobuyuki's side since they were children.  This offered him the ability to predict what his master wanted and when.  So, by the time they had arrived, accompanied by Lord Yukimura, Jinpachi had already collected a list of potential suitors for Lord Nobuyuki. As his Lord's shadow, it was his duty and his privilege.

Once inside the city, they made their way at a hurried pace towards where Lord Yukimura had mentioned was a restaurant of high praise. The first thing he noticed as he ducked his head to enter behind his Lords, was a distractingly sweet smell that entered his nose and warmed him from the inside out. Never had he encountered something so enticing that it called to all of his senses.

The boy that greeted them on entering, left them after seating his master and Lord Yukimura, shouting into the kitchen next to them to let his sister know there were customers.

“I’ll be with you in a moment!” came a voice like the tinkling of the bells wielded by shrine maidens. When she came out of the kitchen while wiping her hands on her apron, it took quite a bit of self-control to resist releasing a small, sharp intake of breath. She wasn’t a stunning beauty like some of the princesses that Nobuyuki was scheduled to meet, but her natural allure called to him like no other ever had.

He closed his eyes and took on a passive meine, focusing all of his senses on anything but her.  She was a distraction that he could ill afford while watching over his master.

~*~

~Two weeks later~

Jinpachi thought back to when he had found out her name as he watched her bustle around the crowded restaurant.

"Asayumi.  Ono Asayumi." The feeling of saying her name then, and thinking about it now, caused a tingling sensation down his back as if his body was going numb from a paralytic.

This was going to be a problem.

~*~

It wasn't anything in particular that caused it, made him realize something that was there all along.

He was attracted to Asayumi.

He'd felt desire before - the heat blooming in his stomach, the arousal stiffening his manhood, the base instinct to mate deeply engrained in the human body.  It was a requirement in their training as ninja.  Sleeping with someone was a good way to get information without his partner even realizing that they had even said anything.

But this time was different. Everything about her form drew him, aroused him, and without it even being a requirement of his missions.

The sway of her hips as he followed her and Lords Nobuyuki and Yukimura on a city walk, the way the sun shone off her plush, pink lips and caused her to always look flushed. The peek of an ankle when she was comfortable and playful with the three men and decided to dance around without a care in the world.

The way her small, soft, warm hand fit perfectly in his large, calloused, cold hand as he helped her down a set of stairs or over a puddle after a storm.

The warmth of her smile that greeted him every time he ran into her in town or while they spoke during the Lords' meals.

He knew that, when the time came and they had to leave Asayumi in Kyoto - and it would - everything about her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, would be engrained in his memory until the end of his days.

~*~

Their time in Kyoto was coming to an end without much success in finding a Sanada bride for Lord Nobuyuki.

Jinpachi knew what was going to happen.  Had noticed weeks ago how Lord Nobuyuki had been looking at Asayumi. And he was right.  The time for them to be recalled to Ueda was coming towards them on swift feet, so Lord Nobuyuki had to make a choice, and he did.

Lord Nobuyuki wanted Asayumi.

Though Jinpachi made sure nothing on the outside changed, every muscle in his body tensed and his heart pounded. That must be why she flushed noticeably  whenever they entered the restaurant as of late. Lord Nobuyuki was a man to be desired by females far and wide - honorable, calm, collected, a doting older brother, and future head of the Sanada family.  It was no wonder, now that he'd figured it out.  He could feel his body cooling after weeks of gaining a warmth he had never experienced before, returning to it's previous state, as it should be. 

"I thank you, milord, for your generous offer, but I must decline."

This surprised all three of them.  To turn down a Samurai's offer of marriage was unheard of.

"I see.  Might I ask why?"  Nobuyuki asked, his smile frozen there to hide any confusion or upset at her refusal.

"My heart belongs to another and it wouldn't be fair to myself to become a bride to another before I could tell him and find out how he feels about me."

Jinpachi frowned to himself.  Since coming here those months ago, he had not seen her with any other male, either while they were there during meals or when Nobuyuki had asked he protect her while they were otherwise occupied.

"Who is the lucky man who has caught such a beautiful heart before I could?"

Asayumi automatically became a flurry of motion, rushing back into the kitchen to cook the food the ordered every day.

After she returned with their food and his Lords tucked in, Jinpachi followed her back into the kitchen as if pulled by a string that was held in her hand. When he came to a stop at her back, she turned around to face him, unafraid of how he towered over her.

"Who?" Only one word left his lips, low in volume and deep as the ocean, yet he got the impression that she understood what he was asking.  Her eyes widened a split second before she turned back around to put together Lord Nobuyuki's favorite dessert. Several minutes passed without her answering, so he pressed her again. "Please?"

Asayumi jumped.  He didn't use that word often, but if it meant that he'd get her to answer, he would do it.  He wanted to find this male who had stolen her from him...no, his master. He needed to speak to said male to encourage him to convince her she would be a good match for Lord Nobuyuki.  Asayumi released a breath as a sigh and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Why do you care so much, Jinpachi? Is it because of Lord Nobuyuki? Or something else?"

Why did he care?  Why did the idea of her being with another male bother him, even if that other was Lord Nobuyuki himself? He gave her a single nod to both of her questions.

Jinpachi watched her small hands fist on either side of the dessert bowl against the countertop, her knuckles turning white, but he waited. He knew she would tell him when she was ready, but he wanted to know. Asayumi must have seen something in his gaze because she faced him once more and nearly bent her head all the way back to look up at him while being so close they could nearly feel each other's heat through their robes.

"You."

"Yu? Who is Yu?"

Asayumi simply raised an eyebrow before she continued.  "Not Yu.  You, as in I have fallen in love with you, Jinpachi.  I know what you do, why you do it, and some of what goes behind the scenes, but the one my heart belongs to if he chooses to take it is the man standing before me."

"Me?" It often took a lot to change his passive, expressionless nature, to one of surprise.  But this one did and he felt like he would be forever changed.

"You. You may be silent and stoic, but you are also kind, caring, watchful, passionate about what you do. You are loyal and protective and would do anything for your Lord. I admire that about you, love that about you. This is all on top of the fact that I find you more attractive than I have any other man I've ever met."

Her rush of words pulled him in to crowd her small frame against the counter and, when she tried to turn away in embarrassment, he gripped her shoulders to turn her back, taking her chin in one hand to tilt her face up towards his. "We are of one mind then. For I have found myself having similar thoughts of you in the time we've spent together."

"You think I'm an attractive man?"

Jinpachi chuckled when she smiled after murmuring her joking words. Then he leaned in, bringing her lips to his as he did.  The fission that passed through him when their lips touched was uncharted territory.  He wanted to deepen the kiss, as he could tell she did as well, but he pulled away when he distantly heard hurried footsteps approaching the establishment.

"A moment." In the space of the blink of an eye, he was gone.

~*~

They had left in the night without so much as a word.

War was on the horizon and he couldn't bring her into the fighting but felt guilt at how he had left her there in the kitchen, pink from their shared kiss, feeling the sensation of her lips on his still even days later.

~*~

Months passed before they could return to Kyoto to resume the search. Never once had he been so impatient to return to a place that wasn't Ueda.  But it wasn't the place, it was the person there.

When the three of them entered her family's restaurant, the sound of broken clay plates greeted them.  All three looked over to her and the brothers smiled at her, asking her if she was ok.

All Jinpachi saw was her, all she saw was him.  Asayumi had been on his mind every day that they had been away at war to protect the Sanada land. Did she think of him?  Had she missed him as much as he had missed her?

He smiled inside when she pushed past Lords Nobuyuki and Yukimura, never taking her eyes off of him. The moment she reached up to cup the side of his face, fear and longing in her beautiful eyes, he whisked them both up to her room in the blink of an eye and, the moment the shogi doors were closed, devoured her lips as he had wanted to do since he'd left her in the kitchen.

In no time, the shoulders of her kimono were around her elbows revealing breasts that were just enough to fill one hand, her nipple rosy and pinchable. Meanwhile, his other hand circled her waist and lifted her easily up to wrap her legs around his hips as he pressed her back against the wall next to her bedroom door. He moved his lips from hers, down her jawline, along the slender column of her neck and over her collarbone to leave cherry blossom shaped petals on the tops of her breasts. Her soft panting was loud in the quiet room as she had moved her hands from where they had been on his shoulders to the waist of his hakama and untying it.

The tugging of her hands on his clothing gave him pause and he pulled away to look into her eyes.  "Are you sure? No going back."

She nodded with a smile, heat and passion in her eyes, then continued on to her goal. She gasped when she realized he didn't wear any undergarments and he wanted to smile, but moaned faintly instead when she wrapped her hand around his stiff flesh to draw it out and towards her heat as she stroked him.

Jinpachi trailed the hand that was grasping her breast and pinching her nipple, down to the apex of her thighs where he found her silken folds wet with her desire.

"Jinpachi, please..." Asayumi whimpered when he thrust two fingers into her heat to keep her from feeling any pain, scissoring his fingers to stretch her taut flesh.

The moment he couldn't take her gripping his long tapered fingers any longer, he withdrew them, licked them clean of her arousal, and lined himself up to thrust into her giving heat.

Asayumi cried out and he could see pain flash past her gaze over the haze of arousal at his sudden invasion. Jinpachi automatically stopped, buried all the way to the hilt, and waited for her to grow accustomed to him.  A moment later, he saw the pain leave and her arousal flourish.  With a nod, he picked up a steady, satisfying pace.

She chanted his name like a whispered prayer, her arms moving to wrap around his neck. Every time he entered her body, his name was cut into syllables with every thrust, but no sound did he make past panted breaths as his control began to slip and he moved faster, feeling her gripping him tight with her inner walls, feeling his orgasm rushing towards him as well.

Jinpachi could feel the moment she released and covered her lips with his to cover her scream, thrusting his tongue into her mouth so as to keep the others from hearing their activity downstairs because he knew she would get embarrassed over what had just occurred between them. With a final thrust of his hips, he pulled out as he came, releasing over the front of her kimono.

Slowly, he set her down on her feet and pulled a handkerchief from his sleeve. He dipped it in cool water in a basin near by that she used for her ablutions, wrung it out, then ran it up the insides of her thighs to clean up the mess he left behind. Once that was finished, he used another scrap of cloth to clean the front of her kimono as she helped him back into his hakama.

"I'm sorry." He murmured as he tugged her kimono back into place and combed his fingers through her hair to make her more presentable.

"I'm not." Was her reply as she took his hand into hers after tying his hakama, squeezing the appendage tight and holding it to her cheek despite the dirtied cloth there.  The smile she gave him through her eyelashes was one that would be burned into his memory for all time and he felt his heart pound, not from exertion, but from feeling it beat hard for her.

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