Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ As The Sayings Go 2 ❯ Expect the Unexpected ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED
Some things are better left to the imagination...or are they?
A Fruits Basket Lemon Fanfic

Written by: Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay, lemon #3 and possibly the last fic for this set (of course I've said that once before). This story follows "Solemn Vows" and occurs AFTER "Clouds in the Sky" and "One Night" timeline-wise. You do not need to read any previous story to understand what's going on. It's a Shigure story so you HAVE to know what's going on...at least in his mind. =P Not told from anyone's POV, either.




"Iitai! A-ya, what was in that drink?!"

At two in the morning, Shigure's house was at a dead standstill. Most of the family had left around ten, with the juunishi sticking around until almost midnight. No one seemed to care that Yuki and Tohru had skipped out on their own wedding reception. They were all too busy having a good time. It was a rare occasion for the Sohma family after all.

Shigure's head spun as he stood from the couch. He took two steps before reaching for the wall for support. Perhaps that last drink Ayame had mixed for him had been a bad idea. The first three were awful enough. What had possessed him to down one more?

Sleep consumed him and he passed out in the living room sometime after Haru and Rin had left. Haru was a little tipsy, but Rin assured him that they'd be fine. The fact that they'd left together escaped him until now. They hadn't been THAT cuddly since...well, never.

'I'll be damned,' he muttered, leaning against the nearest table to support himself. Then another thought struck him. Kyo and Kagura had gone missing as well. He groaned, shaking his head.

Once again, Shigure was being left out of all the action.

"Mou," he whined, the world slowly coming to a stop in front of his eyes. "No one loves poor Shigure."

A noise in the kitchen caught his attention. Slowly but surely, he made his way towards the dining area. Was someone still around? The sound of splashing water and the clatter of dishes indicated that someone was indeed still in the house.

But who?

Shigure stepped up to the kitchen doorway, careful not to draw attention to himself. He already knew it wasn't one of his relatives. None of them would've even OFFERED to clean up. His ears perked up when he heard voices -- female voices to be sure. With subtle interest, he leaned against the wall and listened in on the conversation.

"Are you sure you can handle the rest by yourself, Hanajima?"

"There isn't much left. I should be finished in less than fifteen minutes."

"How are you getting home?"

"Walking."

"By yourself?"

"Of course. Now go. You have to get up for work in the morning."

Arisa muttered something under her breath but didn't argue further. She bid her friend good night and left the kitchen, unaware that Shigure was plastered to the wall. She closed the front door softly behind her and Shigure let out a sigh of relief.

'One down, one to go,' he thought, turning his attention to the remaining girl in the kitchen.

Hanajima had always been a provocative character in his eyes. Quiet and reserved on the outside, there was brilliance underneath the gothic mask she wore. Her insight was always dead on and her loyalty to Tohru was also admirable. She was even kind of cute when he thought about it. He couldn't deny that there was an interest there, at least from his point of view.

Carefully he leaned forward, daring a glance into the kitchen. Hanajima stood by the sink, washrag and dirty pot in hand. She washed, rinsed and set the pot aside to dry on a towel on the counter. This process was done several times with such speed that Shigure couldn't believe his eyes.

Efficient, he noted, but his mind was busy making other mental notes.

She was dressed in blue, a change from the rather morbid black she liked to wear. The dress she'd chosen was also a change from the norm. It was form fitting and strapless, the skirt clinging to her legs just above her knees. Her ebony hair hung loosely around her shoulders. The strands freely floated down her back towards her bottom.

Shigure's lips suddenly went dry and he moistened them subconsciously. Was it the remaining alcohol or his overactive imagination that subtly implanted a certain picture into his head? He closed his eyes as a smile crept to his lips.

Silky hair, smooth skin, soft cries whispered into a darkened room. Ah, this picture was to be savored, he thought. But...he could have more than the picture, couldn't he? The real thing was right in front of him....

"Ohayo, Sohma Shigure."

Shigure started, looking around the corner and into the kitchen. Hanajima was still washing dishes with her back to the doorway. How did she know he was standing there?

Composing himself somewhat, Shigure carefully stepped into the kitchen. He was a little unnerved by her sixth sense and still a bit drunk. Did she know what he was thinking too?

'Kami, I hope not.'

"Ohayo," he replied with a lopsided smile. He looked behind him at the dining area, then back into the kitchen. "You didn't do all this cleaning by yourself, did you?"

"Arisa helped," Hanajima said. Her voice was plain, monotone. She remained focused on the dish in her hand, scrubbing at it furiously with the washcloth.

Shigure pouted. "You should've let me help."

"You would've been as inept as Yuki," Hanajima stated simply. "It was better to let you sleep."

Shigure grimaced. That was hitting a bit below the belt. It was his house after all. Then again, he couldn't argue the logic. Cleaning was one of the reasons why Tohru was living there.

"Saki-chan," he said, recomposing himself. "It's kind of you to clean up, but isn't it a little late?" Yes, that's it. Sound like the sensible adult. "Perhaps you should head home."

"I'm almost done," she said without turning around.

"Ah, but it's dangerous for a young woman to be walking alone at night," Shigure commented. He stepped further into the room and rested himself against a counter a few feet from her. He got a good look at her now, her face as unreadable as ever. "Would you like me to call a taxi?"

Hanajima shook her head, placing another clean dish on the counter to dry. She remained focused, unblinking. Was there anything he could say that would get a reaction out of her. Maybe he should offer her his latest novel to proofread, or the rough draft of his next manga. Or just maybe....

"I can't allow you to wonder around this late at night. If you won't allow me to call a taxi then you should stay the night." Shigure inched closer to the sink, keeping his seemingly uninterested gaze on the drying dishes. "Tohru's room is available. I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

Hanajima paused as she washed another dish. It was the briefest of moments, then she returned to her task. "Arigato."

BLINK. Shigure's heart leapt into his throat. Did she just agree to spend the night?

"I've finished the dishes," Hanajima announced, surprising Shigure once again. Placing the last dish on the counter to dry she turned to face the older man. She looked up at him with the same level gaze as always.

Or was it?

Shigure swore there was a light in the back of those dark orbs. For a moment he thought she was reading his mind, but pushed the thought aside. That was truly impossible.

Or was it?

'That's it. A-ya isn't mixing any more drinks for me!'

"Daijoubu desu ka?"

BLINK. The blank stare she gave him was downright eerie. Of course, he realized, that he must look quite the sight. Shigure put on his most dazzling smile and nodded.

"Aa. Just tired is all."

"Then perhaps you should lie down," she replied. Her voice dropped a note or two, but her expression remained unchanged. "I'll make you some tea."

"That's very kind of Saki-chan," he replied. He didn't realize that she was so...domestic. "But I'll be just fine."

She shrugged, reaching out with her electromagnetic power. She could sense the alcohol still running through his system. That would explain his pallor, she noted. She could also tell that his concern was genuine, even if it did have a second purpose. She smirked inwardly.

Sohma Shigure had been a person of interest from the moment they'd first met. It was his aura that first attracted her to him. It was the same as his cousins but different from everyone else. This mystery intrigued her enough to try to get to know the man. As a writer, he had a variety of interests. He was talented -- if you wished to consider hentai a talent. His brain waves showed signs of intelligence, an underlying strength of will and cunning. He also enjoyed playing mind games, as long as he was winning.

Well, if it was a game he wanted to play....

"I'll finish cleaning, then go to bed," she announced, turning away from Shigure. She took two steps before her foot slipped on a puddle of water on the floor. Feigning surprise, she reached a hand out to steady her. That hand came into contact with Shigure standing beside her.

He'd maneuvered himself to catch her. It was a stupid move, he realized, but too little too late. He caught her hand as it touched his chest. Quickly, he moved it to his shoulder. Using both of his hands he caught her by the ribcage. He was able to hold her back just enough so that she didn't fall into him. However, it had put them in a rather interesting position.

This did not go unnoticed by either of them.

With a nervous chuckle, Shigure said, "Saki-chan should be more careful."

Hanajima nodded, her body slowly relaxing in his grasp. The corners of her mouth turned upward into an unusual position. "And Sohma Shigure shouldn't have such dirty thoughts."

One of Shigure's eyebrows raised in question. He wasn't nervous about...well, THAT! All right, he thought to himself, maybe just a little. He just didn't want the moment spoiled by transforming into a dog. She'd mistaken his nervous state for sexual tension. That came as a surprise.

Not quite as surprising as the fact that...could it possibly be? Was she...smiling?!

Shigure's eyes widened as Hanajima leaned forward, one of her hands snaking around his neck to pull him downward. He was unable -- and unwilling -- to resist as she planted her lips firmly against his. His entire body leapt at the contact, his heart beating wildly in his chest. This was not what he had planned, but he'd be damned if he was going to stop her.

His hands roamed from her ribcage to her waist, thumbs softly massaging as they went. With a flick of his tongue he deepened the kiss, causing an equally surprised reaction in Hanajima.

She replied in kind, opening her lips to his advances. Their tongues met and dueled, exploring and taking pleasure from each other. Relaxing into the embrace, her free arm relaxed against his chest. Nimble fingers made short work of the buttons on his shirt.

The touch of her slim fingers on his neck and shoulders fed the low flame of lust building in his body. With little effort he shrugged the shirt off and tossed it aside. He could feel himself responding, his semi-hard erection now completely enflamed. The muscles in his chest jumped under her touch and he leaned even closer to her.

Too close, Shigure's mind screamed through the thick haze of lust now clouding his mind. Gently but firmly he pushed her back slightly. Just an inch. There was a moan of complaint, then the kiss ended. Both of them were breathing heavily, panting for air.

"Sumimasen," Hanajima said. One side of her mouth quirked upward. "I didn't mean to be rude."

"You mean selfish," Shigure corrected. He leaned forward, placing light kisses along her jaw line. They trailed across her cheek to her earlobe then down to her neck.

"Aa, perhaps." Her reply was barely a whisper as he found a sweet spot between her neck and shoulder and slowly suckled. Her eyes closed while her hands gripped his shoulders reflexively, holding tightly.

With a force Shigure didn't know she had, Hanajima managed to push him backward. He was only several inches from the counter and managed to catch himself, slowly slipping down until he sat on the floor.

For a moment Shigure thought he'd said or done something wrong, although he couldn't figure out what. It seemed to be a strange game they played. Oh well, so much for that picture in his head. But then he saw her kneel on the floor as well. Slowly she made her way towards him.

Shigure's heart skipped a beat...or three. He could NOT believe this was happening. Here he was, sitting on the kitchen floor with only the cupboards behind him for support. His arms were doing little except turning to mush. Even his spine was melting.

He licked his drying lips, his eyes unable to leave the strange girl crawling -- yes crawling! -- into his lap. She looked like a sleek cat stalking her prey. His body tensed as she settled herself over his legs, her hands resting on his shoulders. The look in her eyes sent a shiver of delight down what remained of Shigure's spine.

"Ne, Saki-chan, perhaps we should...."

"Reconsider?" she finished for him. She sat back on her heels, her hands lightly caressing his bare chest as they dropped from his shoulders. Her face contorted into a mask, her lips curving in a way they never had before.

Shigure's heart skipped again. Was that a pout he saw?! Oh this was TOO MUCH!

"Actually," he added, a bit of himself returning. He reached for her, gently grasping her hips and pulling her closer in his lap. Not too close, he reminded himself. He couldn't afford an accident. "I was going to suggest we slow down."

"Ah," Hanajima replied calmly. She nodded seriously. "Yes, perhaps."

Shigure nodded in return, allowing him to assess her once more. Her skirt was hiked up enough that he could see black lace underneath and he happily noted that she was wearing a matching, strapless bra. That thought, mixed with the events of the past few minutes, only served to make him harder. He groaned in the back of his throat, leaning in to kiss Hanajima once more.

Okay, maybe NOT so slow, he thought.

As they kissed, Shigure inched her skirt higher until it was bunched around her waist. Hooking his thumbs around the edge of her underwear, he tugged the lace downward. Without asking, she got onto her knees, allowing him to pull them down further. They couldn't be discarded yet, but that was all right.

While Shigure worked, so did Hanajima. Nimble fingers undid the button of his pants. It came open easily enough, as did the zipper. To her surprise -- if one could call it that -- he wasn't wearing any underwear. His manhood sprung forth in her waiting hands. As Shigure's kisses blazed another trail from her mouth to her neck, she stroked him lightly, a bit unsure how to handle him. Her tentative ministrations earned her a groan of approval.

Following her lead, Shigure's hands began to explore as well. One hand moved to find the zipper of her dress. The damn thing stuck and he had to break the kiss to concentrate on pulling it down. With Hanajima's help the dress was pulled over her head and discarded somewhere in the kitchen.

Once that task was complete he continued his kisses. One hand concentrated on the bra while the other caressed the smooth skin of her inner thigh, working it's way upward to cup her sex. She was already wet, bringing a smile to his lips. His actions were rewarded with a sharp gasp from Hanajima.

Kissing yet another trail from her neck to the swell of her breasts, he slipped his middle finger inside of her. Hanajima's body jumped at the intrusion, earning him another gasp and a low moan. She was a virgin, his mind noted absently. Adding two more fingers inside of her, he slowly moved them in and out of her entrance.

Hanajima came almost immediately. Something exploded inside of her, a wave carrying her to places unknown. She braced herself with both hands on his shoulders. She felt his lips on her neck, her cheek. His free hand massaged her shoulder, offering support. His reassuring words hung in the air. She teetered dangerously above him as the wave subsided and her body floated into contented bliss.

Her orgasm nearly broke the last of Shigure's control. He removed his fingers and Hanajima sat back on her heels once again. Watching her closely to make sure she didn't collapse, he brought one finger to his mouth for a brief taste of her. It was unlike anything he'd tasted, not quite sweet but not too bitter either. He smiled at her as she regained her senses.

"Saki-chan, that was quite unexpected," he told her.

She nodded her agreement, unable to voice her own comment. That was most unexpected. She looked up at him through partially closed eyes. His own eyes were half-lidded as he licked one of his fingers clean. It was one of the most dazzling, erotic sights she had ever seen and wondered briefly what she tasted like, what HE tasted like. Her breath caught and released on a sigh. There would be time enough for that. Right now, she told herself, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

"Saki-chan," Shigure muttered, using one last bit of conscious effort to assure himself this was all right, that this was real. With both hands on her hips once again, he tried to look as serious as possible. "I'm not...I mean, are you sure...?"

She stood, quickly divesting herself of her underwear. They were tossed aside as an afterthought. Looking down, her eyes met Shigure's. There was fear there...fear and wanting. She smiled -- AGAIN! -- in reassurance. Kneeling again, she leaned over and kissed him. There was a strange taste on his lips, but it disappeared as the kiss deepened.

Grasping him tightly in one hand and steadying herself against the cabinet behind him with the other, she slowly descended upon him. There was a bit of resistance from her body, her muscles arguing with the sweet intrusion. The pressure was intense and the angle a bit awkward, but she didn't stop until he filled her.

It was all Shigure could do not grab her hips and thrust himself into her. For all her forwardness, she was still a virgin, he had to remind himself. It would be better for her if they went at her pace. But the dog in him wanted the pleasure, the pure, delicious gratification of the moment. And it wanted it NOW.

"Saki-chan...." Her name was a growl, an indication that he could not hold himself back much longer.

Wincing, she began to lift herself off of him and carefully lowered herself again. She did this several times, as if testing the motion. The first was more painful than the second. After a while her body adjusted and the pain gave way to tiny waves of pleasure. And she found that if she lowered herself just right, there was this one spot....

Shigure closed his eyes and dropped his head back until it hit the cabinet behind him. This...THIS was pure pleasure, as unexpected as it may be. Better than the picture in his head! The pace she set was just right, slowly increasing in tempo until he had to grasp her hips and force her to ride faster. His own hips pushed to get off the floor.

Hanajima's body moved of its own volition. A warm heat from her stomach began to spread through her being. It was unfamiliar but welcome, energizing her limbs and allowing her to keep up with the pace Shigure had set. Her vaginal muscles continued to tighten, the friction almost too much to contain.

It hit them both at the same time -- a blast of white light so bright they had to close their eyes to keep from being blinded. Awash in the flame of passion they called each other's name. And too soon, in a heap of sweaty limbs and panting breaths, it was all over.

Shigure opened his eyes, his breathing coming under control. His body felt lethargic but his nervous system was totally wired...and his imagination was running wild. Picture after picture flashed before him, each more daring than the last. He glanced down at the smaller figure on his lap and wondered if the night was going to end as quickly as their joining.

He was surprised to see Hanajima staring back at him. Her face held an expression of awe. Her wide eyes glowed, just as her skin glowed. Was that due to their lovemaking or her power? If nothing else, this was a new and different Hanajima to be sure.

And her hand was stroking his flaccid member, bringing it back to life. He sighed, amazed and thrilled by her boldness. Again, how unexpected.

"Saki-chan, perhaps we should...go upstairs," Shigure suggested with a groan.

She pouted slightly -- Kami but she looked cute with a pout! -- but didn't argue the logic. Besides, a futon would be more...comfortable.

"Hai."

Slowly, almost regretfully, she got to her feet. She grabbed her dress from a countertop. Her underwear laid on the opposite side of the counter. With both items in hand, she walked towards the kitchen door. She looked back over her shoulder before disappearing through the doorway.

"I believe Tohru's room is no longer an option, ne?" she taunted.

He nodded dumbly. 'Damn right,' Shigure thought with a smile.

He stood quickly, gathering his own shirt from the kitchen floor. Not bothering to button or zip his pants, he followed behind her. He had some new material for his next novel...and a few pictures to recreate. There would be some explaining to do in the morning but he hardly cared.

For once, Shigure was getting the girl!




~FIN~

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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. ^_^