Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Becoming Spring ❯ Dreams of Love ( Chapter 1 )

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

BECOMING SPRING
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by: Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Wow! A whole new storyline unattached to my other short series fanfics! This story focuses on a love triangle between Haru, Kisa and Hiro. Each part is told from a specific point of view. Not sure how long it's going to be just yet, but I'd say at least 6 parts to start. Light LEMON warning for this part. Told from Kisa's POV. Remember that comments -- good or bad -- are always welcome. How else do we grow as writers? Please enjoy. ^^ Standard Disclaimer follows story.


Part One - Dreams of Love




The dream starts out the same way every time. I'm lying on a soft bed of grass, watching the stars appear in the sky as the moon slowly rises above the horizon. The air is almost calm as a small breeze gently wafts through along the ground and over my body.

I know there is someone with me. I can hear his breathing, feel his fingers on the bare skin of my stomach and hips. His lips burn where they kiss my neck and his tongue drives me wild lapping at my earlobe.

I want to cry out. Scream at the top of my lungs and ask him for more. But I can't.

There is no talking. Never talking. Even if my mouth moves, no sound comes out. I don't even think we make a sound surrounded by the darkness of the night. All is sensation. Feeling and nothing else.

Roughened fingers pull at my nipples. Palms cup their weight and mold them in any and every way. His lips trace an unseen path down my neck, paying homage to one spot just below my chin before his tongue licks a trail to one bare breast. Cupping it securely in his grasp, his teeth play with my nipple until I can take no more and his lips enclose around the rosy bud to suckle me like a child.

Meanwhile his other hand starts playing with parts of me that I'm slightly embarrassed to mention. His palm cups my wet depths as a single finger pushes into my wet heat. I can feel myself moan at the sensations, feel the heat as it rushes through my body. He adds a second finger and I want to scream, my body arching off the ground.

It's then that the heat washes over me, white light exploding behind closed eyelids. I can feel my hands on his back, my nails seeking purchase on his slick skin.

The foreplay is wonderful and the climax that hits me is truly magical every time. I'm gasping for breath, eyes wide in anticipation. My hands claw at him, touching him everywhere and urging him to finish what he started. Urge him to complete me. There's just one thing that bothers me.

I can't see his face.

His lips take mine in a mind-numbing kiss as he positions himself above me. And just when I can feel him poised at my entrance, the blunt head of his erection ready to push inside of me...I wake up.

Tonight is no different.

I wake up in a cold sweat, feeling as if I've been lying out at the beach in the dead of winter. My breathing is raspy, my chest shaking with the effort. My palms are shaking and I can feel a shiver run down my spine. Part of it is my physical reaction to the dream. The warmth in my middle indicates that I have, once again, managed a physical climax just by thinking about it.

The other part, nagging at the dark recesses of my mind, is my own fear and uncertainty.

Thankfully Hiro is with me tonight. He doesn't stir as I wake and thankfully so. His presence is a comfort, but I'd hate to have to describe my dream to him. I could always lie, of course, but I could never lie to him. He'd see right though it. He's perceptive that way. Besides, I'm partially guilty that it's not his face I see in my dream.

He is my fiancé after all.

We've been engaged for nearly a year and our wedding is six months away. Just two weeks after graduation. Our parents are thrilled and we even managed to get Akito's blessing. I know, I've got the bruises to show for it. Thankfully Hatori-ojiisan was waiting nearby. He seemed happy that we pulled through. Something I know that, at one time, he couldn't do.

My mother is making most of the preparations. She was always so overprotective of me, so smothering. Now is no different. I think the only thing I've had a say in is what kind of cake I'd like to have at the reception.

It seems weird that the wedding is creeping up on us. It seemed so far away before. Now...it's almost too close.

It's only natural to have "cold feet" before a wedding, as mother's always quick to point out.

I shouldn't have doubts. Not a one. And to be honest, I don't. I don't have any doubts about how I feel for Hiro.

Then what do I have to be afraid of?

I mean, I've loved Hiro all of my life. He's been the center of my world for a long time. He's much sweeter than he appears and I know that his cutting remarks aren't meant to be hurtful. He's simply trying to be helpful in his own way.

We haven't been that physical with each other yet, agreeing to wait until our wedding night. Sure we've made out, even gone to third base. We even showered together last night before going to bed. It's enough for me to simply be in his presence. Well, most of the time.

At times like this I just want to throw caution to the wind. Just toss myself on top of Hiro and absolutely blow his mind. It's frustrating, having these dreams and not being able to appease my baser self, but I can't take advantage of him like that. Hiro would probably think less of me.

I know I would.

I climb from the bed, grabbing my robe as I walk over to the window. Hugging the silk cloth around my shoulders I stare out into the night. The stars twinkle in the sky, the moon hanging in the distance.

Something's missing.

It's a realization I'd come to some time ago. While I thought I had everything in my life, I still feel as if something is missing. My mother assures me its my nerves, but I know that's not the case. It's something else. Something else entirely.

Getting married means that I'll be giving up college. Although Hiro doesn't mind that I attend -- actually he's encouraging it since he'll be attending classes too -- my mother feels that it's my place to be in the home and cranking out children like it's going out of style.

And while I'd love to have kids, I also want to travel. Again this is no problem with Hiro. For him, children can wait. He wants to ensure a stable lifestyle for both of us first. But my mother (as always) has a unique perspective on the matter.

All of these things are wonderful, and I know that Hiro would allow me the freedom to do as I pleased, but there's still something missing.

Something...unfulfilled.

"Kisa?"

Hiro's awake, sitting up in bed and groggily wiping his eyes with the back of one hand. His dark blonde hair is out of place and I can hear him sigh in the quiet of the room. He blinks slowly, green eyes attempting to focus, trying to make out my form in the darkness.

He has no idea who cute he is when he just wakes up. I smile, turning from the window to watch him. "Daijoubu desu ka?"

"I could ask you the same question," he counters politely. "I didn't start snoring or anything, did I?"

I shake my head, still smiling. "Iie. I...I was just thinking."

His face takes on that serious look he usually wears. Only in his eyes do I see any concern. "About what?"

"Everything," is my immediate answer. It's the truth...mostly.

Slowly he tosses aside the covers and swings his legs over the side of the bed, placing his feet on the floor. He stands from the bed, still sleepy. His footsteps echo in the silence of my bedroom. And then he's in front of me, pulling me into a warm embrace.

I sigh, my arms wrapping around his middle. I rest my forehead against his shoulder as he rests his chin on the top of my head. Again, I am content simply being in his arms. I couldn't do this with an ordinary man. Couldn't hug him. Or be near him. I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep in Hiro's loving embrace.

Then I picture the grass, the night sky, and sensations begin to wash over me. For a moment I feel like my dream really wasn't a dream at all. Hiro's arms hug my shivering form tighter. Oh, if he only knew what I was thinking.

"Let's go back to bed," he whispers in my ear.

I just love the sound of his voice. Not too deep, but with that guttural tone that'll make almost any girl melt. I only nod in response.

Once we're tucked into bed, the covers pulled over us both, I cuddle into his side. He wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. We don't speak to each other. We simply bask in the presence of the other. One of my fingers idly traces the open neck of his nightshirt. I unknowingly unbutton the top two buttons to expose more of his smooth flesh to my touch. I'm amazed and lulled by how warm his skin is.

I start to drift to sleep when I feel a slight rumble in his chest. Was he choking? Coughing? I look up, startled, to find him chuckling.

"Kisa, your finger," he tries to explain. "You're tickling me."

I look at my finger, now resting at the apex of the shirt just before the third button. Carefully I dare a sleepy glance up at him. "Really?"

In response, one of Hiro's hands brushes under the silk material of my pajama top, grazing the skin of my waist. I jump at the unexpected touch, a weird tingly sensation spreading through my body. He does it again and I start to giggle. He flips me onto my back, covering me with his larger form as his other hand joins in the torture.

"Hiro, th-that real-ly ticklessss. AH!"

The laughter just rolls off of me as I squirm under him. Tears cloud my vision, I'm laughing so hard. My body is enjoying this attention, squirming underneath Hiro's much harder form.

Then he kisses me.

It is neither gentle nor brutal, but different from any other kiss we've shared. Need, overwhelming and consuming, washes over both of us and the kiss grows hungrier. His hands, once resting on my hips, moves under the soft fabric of my pajama top until his thumbs lightly caress the underside of my breasts. I moan into his mouth, bowing my body, silently asking for him to continue.

And to my surprise, he does.

His hands mold my breasts. His kisses move from my lips to my neck. All the while my hands explore his back, pulling the material of his nightshirt upward until I pull it over of his head and toss it to the floor. The rest of his clothes, and mine, follow.

Our hands and lips continue to roam once our clothing has been discarded. For a while we simply enjoy the feel of each other. Then our breathing becomes ragged and our kisses are more needy, our caresses more wanton. He moves over me with amazing skill and grace, nudging my legs apart with one knee. I spread my legs wider to welcome him.

He takes my invitation, settling his naked form into mine. With one hand he rubs the head of his penis against my wet folds, then he positions himself to take possession. I should tell him to stop, opening my mouth to say so, but no sound other than a rapturous cry heralds forth as he plunges his hardened length into me.

There's a slight twinge of pain, but I ignore it in favor of the glorious sensation of his hands on my breasts. He kisses me again, whispering apologies he doesn't need to be offering. I'm suddenly reminded of my dream, but all thought disappears as I feel his length move inside of me.

So this...this is what it feels like. Maybe this is what's missing....

I close my eyes, taking in all the sensations until a ball of white light explodes in front of me, causing me to moan Hiro's name as my body is set on fire. Slowly the feeling of warmth recedes and he collapses on top of me. I am once again scorched at our contact, but I welcome the scalding the heat.

As my breathing calms, instinctively timing itself to Hiro's, I whisper into the darkness of my room, "Oyasumi nasai, Hiro-chan."

"Oy-yasumi...Kisa," he mutters in response.

And as we start to drift to sleep, our bodies calm and our minds tired, I once again come to a realization that I have many times before.

Something's missing.

Still.



~TO BE CONTINUED~

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). They own furuba. THEM! Not me! *sigh* 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. ^_^