Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ A Flowing Melody ❯ A Flowing Melody ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A FLOWING MELODY
A Fruits Basket Challenge Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


CHALLENGE: 69 (and we're talking the position, not the number)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just when I thought my muses had forgotten about Fruits Basket, they come up with this. OF course, I've been saturating them with yummy images of one of my favorite pairs. *evil laughter* Characters are at least year older than in the manga. WARNINGS for LEMON content and SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT READ OR ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH CHAPTERS 129-131 OF THE MANGA. Yuki x Machi pairing. Possible OOC. A Standard Disclaimer follows the story.




In retrospect, he'd acted out of character.

"Hmmm...Wha-?"

"Shhhh. Go back to sleep."

Very much so.

It was the first time since the family curse had been broken that Yuki Sohma could say he'd acted like an animal. There were a number of factors he could blame: the atmosphere, the music, the alcohol. But they were simply excuses. Encouragement really. No, there was only one person he could blame.

Well, perhaps two.

The young woman lying beside him had not been herself, either. All the same excuses applied. All the same inappropriate thoughts and ideas. Otherwise they would not be completely naked and sharing a bed. At least they'd managed to make it back to his place and not ended up in some strange hotel.

The evening had been designed for each of them to relax, unwind, and spend some quality time with friends...and each other. Between his classes at the university and her studying for college entrance exams, there was very little personal time. Very few dates and not nearly the amount of romance two people in love should have.

"How about it?"

"I don't know, Kakeru. I am rather busy and--"

"Machi said she'd be there."

A pause. "You're lying."

"No way! I'm serious!"

"Well, then...."

Her brother proposed the idea: dinner out and a little dancing and "chilling" at a new local nightclub. The night would be topped off by coffee or "whatever would help you get sober". Neither he nor his date could pass on the opportunity, even if only the meal and the coffee motivated them.

"You don't need to be shy around us!"

"I'm so happy both of you could make it!"

"This is going to be a great night."

From the moment they came together, it seemed as if they were inseparable. Hands were clasped tightly, the whole way through the meal! Their bodies were as close as was appropriate for the setting. Brown eyes lowered every time they came into contact with violet. Whispered words were as secretive as the warm smiled they shared between them.

The dinner was not all romance however. Their friends managed to spoil it, as always. But their fanatic lives were left behind, and they were able to truly enjoy each other's presence.

"Maybe we can meet you at the coffee shop? Say around midnight?"

"AWWW! You can't leave already!"

"They're probably going off to some hotel," Kakeru commented with a wink. "Can't say I blame you."

"It's not like that," they both answered, two sets of cheeks turning red.

"Whatever you say."

"We would just much rather--"

"Go to a hotel?"

"NO!"

"Okay then! It's all set. Let's go dancing!"

Yuki sighed and shook his head. It was Machi's arm hand in his that drew him out of his thoughts. He smiled at her. "Do you like to dance?"

She shrugged. "I've never been one for the club scene. But...I'm guilty of dancing around the house on occasion."

"Really?"

"Yes." Her face turned a light shade of pink. "But...this could be fun. You know, to cut loose."

He squeezed her hand. "Then let's cut loose."

Easier said than done!

Yuki's idea of relaxing was spending a quiet night at home with a good book. The club was the complete opposite of preferable. Very crowded. Extremely loud. It was a place unconducive to relaxation and enjoyment. The chair he sat in wasn't terribly comfortable and the beer in his hand felt alien. Conversation was difficult due to the noise. He was amazed that his friends seemed right at home, and felt terribly out of place.

Machi, however, seemed to be adjusting. Uncertain at first, she allowed their friends to drag her onto the dance floor. They managed to get him on the dance floor a few times too. Both were embarrassed by the awkwardness, but slowly, Machi seemed to give in to the music. With friends or alone, she eventually remained on the dance floor.

Her body moved freely to the music, swaying and flowing. She was a joy to watch, Yuki noted. It was like he was learning something new about her. And it helped to relax a little more.

It was during one particular song that he became aware of his drunken state. The air felt very warm, and the smell of smoke no longer bothered him. Most noticeable was the discomfort of his chair and the newly discovered physical state he was in. Apparently, he enjoyed watching his girlfriend a little too much.

And now that he thought about it...so did a few other people.

But with the alcohol consuming his brain, all he could think about was her. The way she moved to the music. Was it his imagination or was she calling to him? When their eyes met, lightening struck. Both were caught, trapped by the other's gaze. No embarrassment. Just a smoldering glance. With a smile, Machi broke contact and melted back into the dancing crowd.

Then she was gone.

Ignoring Kakeru and his friends, Yuki bolted from his seat. Quickly, he made his way onto the dance floor. Pushed around by the throng of partiers, he searched for her. Where did she go? Was she dancing with someone else? Had he missed her? Everywhere he looked, she wasn't there.

The music slowed and Yuki had all but given up. He turned to leave, and it was then that he saw her. She was leaning against a wall, hands behind her back. Watching him. Eyes still smoldering and alight.

In the same instant he saw her, he was standing before her. All awkwardness and shyness forgotten, he gently pulled her way from the wall and grasped both of her hands in his. She tilted her head upward, but only received his breath against her cheek.

"Will you dance with me?"

Yuki smiled as she nodded. Pulling away, he tugged on her hands, pulling her back onto the dance floor. She smiled back, an equally predatory leer, but the light blush that graced her cheeks gave hint to her innocence and modesty.

Arms wrapped her waist as her hands clasped behind his neck. She fit against him perfectly. Her head nestled against his should, ear against his chest as if she were listening to his heartbeat. His chin rested on the top of her head, eyes closing as he allowed the music and his partner to guide him.

When he finally opened his eyes, he had to remind himself of where he was and who he was with. It all felt like a dream. A very pleasant and somewhat erotic dream. The way she moved in his embrace. So warm and soft. He sighed, fighting back the impure thoughts that threatened him. Just concentrate on the music, he told himself. Focus on something else.

It was then he saw the prying eyes of the men who had been watching her before. They watched him as if he was the luckiest man on the dance floor. A few even held hope in their eyes. It was those guys that were honored with a special smile. A predatory smile and a demon's stare.

'Mine,' his eyes said. 'Mine.'

She hugged him tighter, as if reading his mind. A smile spread across her lip when he responded by holding her as tight as possible, lips pressing against her temple. She felt so calm in his embrace, but her insides were stirring like a storm. The need to be close to him and the urge for something more consumed her better senses. It was easy to tell he felt the same, pressed as close as she was.

Embarrassed and aroused, she attempted to focus on the music instead of her partner. But when the music stopped and she found herself staring up at him while dangling in his arms, she knew it was pointless. The fire in his eyes spoke volumes. Her own inner fire blazed in response.

"Yuki...." She nearly choked on his name.

That hotel sounded like a good idea.

He lifted her easily hugging her close as the music sped up. He smiled as she clutched at his shirt, resting his forehead against hers. Could she feel the erratic beating of his own heart? Breathing heavily in her ear, he said, "We should leave."

"Yes," she whispered back.

"How about my place?"

She nodded. "Okay."

The moment was fleeting however, and the music changed once again. While they returned to the table acting as if nothing had happened, both knew it had been so much more. Hands were once again clasped in an inseparable manner. And once their friends were occupied with another round of alcohol and pool, they paid for their drinks and left.

The walk to Yuki's apartment wasn't long, but quiet. Machi had been there only twice before and she was eager to see what he had done with the place. But she was more anxious about what would happen once they arrived.

Despite their heated performance earlier, the pair had never had intercourse. Sex, sure, but never intercourse. Whether by subconscious choice or something else, they'd contented themselves with exploration, touching, caressing and kissing. A few toys too. Machi's face turned a light red when she recalled their last encounter.

Yuki tried not to laugh to himself as Machi blushed. At least he was not the only one remembering their last time together. He couldn't get the images out of his head. And the lingering alcohol was giving him new ideas. Thoughts he'd scarcely given a second thought before now. Clutching her hand tightly, he wondered if tonight would the night.

When she glanced up and smiled at him, he knew she was thinking the same thing.

The cool air and long walk was enough to soothe their combined anxiousness. But once they reached his front door, heat flared again and uncertainty hung in the air. Yuki's hands shook slightly as he fumbled with his keys. As the door finally opened, he made a grandiose gesture worthy of his older brother. Machi held her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. With his hand at her back, she entered his apartment.

Events seemed to blur from that point, Yuki mused with a smile. The moment he heard the door snap shut, something snapped in him. She was pinned to the door. Then he was pushed back onto the recliner. He pulled her into his lap before they both fell to the floor. Their kisses were wanton, needy and almost violent. Fingers alternated between caresses and clawing. Cloth tore, buttons popped and zippers broke in their haste.

Crawling, whimpering, hands all over each other...Yuki was surprised and somewhat embarrassed by their behavior. They'd made a mess stripping, leaving discarded articles between the living room and the bedroom. And in the calm he could feel several marks her nails had left in his delicate skin. But she was not without her own marks from him. A scratch or two lightly appeared on one exposed thigh and he could see several large red spots between her neck and shoulder that would not be easily concealed by her v-neck sweater.

It had been a very uncharacteristic night for both of them. Yet very much needed. A weight had been lifted, and he felt more relaxed in her presence. Dare he even think that he loved her more? The cute little smile that curved her lips made him want to kiss her, just once more.

"Yuki...what time is it?"

But she was already awake.

Brushing a stray hair from her groggy face, he smiled. "Almost nine."

"That early?"

"Yes."

As if realizing her current state of nakedness, she blushed and pulled the covers as tight around her as possible. It may have hindered any view of pale skin, but Yuki could still see every curve of her body clearly. "Did you have plans for today?"

"No."

"Oh."

Inching himself closer, he asked, "In a hurry to leave?"

She shook her head vehemently, her cheeks turning a brighter shade of pink. "NO! It's just...I don't want to be a bother...."

"You're hardly a bother, Machi."

She sighed, burying her face in the sheet, the top of her head brushing against his chest. "I know. I'm just...."

"Nervous?"

"Yes." She sighed again, lifting her head. "Last night...was pretty wild, wasn't it?"

"Well, you did want to cut loose."

"And you didn't?"

"Not exactly in the way it happened," Yuki admitted. Leaning forward he kissed her forehead. "But I'm glad it did."

She offered him a small smile. "Me, too."

"Do you have plans for today?"

"No."

He snuggled closer, hands making their way underneath the covers. "Good."

"Good?" Machi looked at him curiously. Then her eyes lit up as she felt his hands on her bare skin. "OH!"

Lips scorched flesh before melting into the warmth of a kiss. The sheet no longer mattered and was discarded with one sweep of his arm down the length of her body. Heat flared as the merged, skin to skin. He attacked her like a wild animal, touching, caressing and kissing every bit of exposed flesh within his reach. Patience and the want to be slow and deliberate were gone the moment he got a taste of her.

Machi refused to be completely submissive. Maneuvering so that she was on top of him, she kissed her way down his body, draping herself against him as she moved lower towards her destination. Hands stroked heated flesh as her lips lowered on their intended goal.

"Machi, you're not going to--!"

But she did, drowning out all thought from his brain. Soft lips, moved along hardened flesh. His entire body melted in the fire of her mouth. Half-lidded eyes watched as she bobbed over him, one of his hands lightly caressing her legs at his side.

Wait a second!

Through the haze of happy bliss, his mind concocted an idea. Something that would make both of them happy. With the devil's smile, he turned slightly to lie on his side, facing her. Fingertips caressed her thighs, earning a moan and a delightfully new sensation. Her legs moved restlessly in front of him and he took the opportunity to dive in. Gently, he parted her legs, pushing two fingers inside of her wet core.

"Wha--! OH!"

It was doubly difficult to focus on him when he was so expertly giving her pleasure. The feel of his tongue against her clit nearly undid her. And his lips, drawing more heat from her center as they prodded and suckled. Was this really happening? Could it happen? No! She would not to be outdone, quickly adjusting to the new position. He was a potent drug, and she had to have him. She'd make him come if it took all night. Then she'd make him hard and take him again. But it was so difficult to concentrate. And his mouth, devouring her core, felt so good....

She moaned as she came, teeth sinking lightly into his throbbing flesh. He groaned in response, carefully trying to disengage himself from her tempting mouth. Emotionally exhausted, she slumped towards the bed. She attempted to regain her ground, but her partner had another idea.

Hauling himself into a sitting position, he pulled her back to sit in his lap. Carefully positioning himself, the head of his erection sunk into her wet folds. "We can stop." The words were forced as he felt the last of his control slip away. "Just say it...."

In reply, she pushed herself lower, allowing his aching erection to sink into moist heat. She shuddered, moaning. Thinking of how he felt and actually feeling him at the same time was a rush like no other. Licking her lips, she had to force herself to concentrate on speech.

"Just...tell me...what to do...."

Holding her close, he told her what she wanted to know. After a few moments of confusion and wonderful mishaps, she was able to ride him without direction. Skin sliding across skin, heat driving into heat. Hands frantically clasped onto his hips, his thighs, searching for purchase while her body frantically rose and fell over his erection. His moans filled her ear and her moans filled the room. Lips pressed against her cheek, her temple, her shoulder and her neck.

It was the grasp of his hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breasts that took sensation to the next level. She pushed harder, desperate for the release she knew would come. If only it would come sooner. Maybe if he could go deeper. Or maybe....

"AH!"

Yuki felt her release before her sighs filled the room. But he wasn't ready. Lowering her towards the bed, he drove into her from behind. She cried out again, new sensations bringing her to yet another orgasm. His name echoed in the room and he pounded harder. The end was near. He could see it. Hear it coming for him.

Biting back a curse, he allowed himself to fall over the emotional cliff. It was like he'd only come for the first time and everything prior had been a dream. Their bodies shook in unison, his arms encircling her waist. There were no words to describe the bliss and contentment that followed their lovemaking. Sated, Yuki pulled Machi down to the bed, spooning her above the covers. He heard her sigh again, felt her hand against his cheek and smiled.

"That was...."

"Really cutting loose."

She laughed. A delightfully light and airy sound. "Yes."

"You know," Yuki said thoughtfully. Kissing her shoulder. "Now that I have you here, I don't want you to leave."

"I don't have to leave...."

He was surprised by her quiet response. "Machi...."

"So long as you make me breakfast."

"We could go out for coffee," Yuki suggested.

"That would be leaving, wouldn't it?"

He laughed. "So long as you're with me, no. Not really."

"I would definitely need a shower first."

"Of course."

The disengaged themselves and picked up what mess they could from the floor. Finding what few items of her own she could see, Machi made her way into the bathroom. She was surprised to find Yuki walking in behind her.

"What are you doing?"

"I said you couldn't leave," he replied. "So I'm showering with you."

Machi giggled as he closed the door behind him.


~FIN~

DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). All copyrights go to them and not me. All characters are used here without permission. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^