Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Christmas Cheer ❯ One-Shot

AN: Hmm, had this written up since December but forgot about putting it up until I ran across it again while rifling through my files. Well, it's out of season but I figured I'd do it anyway. It's the first lemon I ever wrote so enjoy! (^^)

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Seated at his working table, Shigure cocked his head as he strained his ears to pick up the sounds within his house. Only the muffled sounds of the few chirping birds that stirred outside on this cold winter afternoon reached his ears. Other than that, the house was utterly silent. It was a peaceful time, meant for quiet reflection, full of tranquility and harmony.

And it was boring, Shigure thought as he released a large yawn.

Usually, the sounds of fighting, or bickering at the very least, would be filling the air as the cat and mouse in residence irritated one another to the point where the volatile tension between them burst out in either verbal or physical expression. Or both. But Yuki and Kyou had been called back to the Honke, the request from Akito to come days earlier than usual for the New Years' festivities. They hadn't dared to refuse, not after skipping out on the event the year before. Even Kyou had consented, knowing he'd still be excluded from the Jyunnishi party, not wanting to risk Akito's further wrath.

They'd both left early yesterday morning, no doubt feeling gloomy at the thought of returning under the harsh eye of the Souma head. Shigure had heard them leave although he'd been feeling too lazy to get out of his nice warm bed to see them off. After all, he'd see them soon enough when he would make his own trip back to the Souma compound to join with the rest of the Jyunnishi in the New Years' festivities next week. Though he felt a bit sorry for the both of them, he was relieved that his house would go a few more days without suffering damage that was getting costly to constantly repair.

A sudden loud metallic crashing sound caught his attention and he found himself heading for the kitchen. The only one in the house besides himself was Tohru and he grew concerned because the kitchen was her element, rarely displaying her usual clumsiness in that domain. His only thought was that there must have been a terrible accident while she was preparing their lunch for her to create such a racket at something she was normally fairly quiet at. But he stopped short at the threshold to the kitchen, mouth falling open as he gaped at the unexpected sight before him.

It was Tohru alright, but not like he'd ever seen her before.

Clad in a form fitting red Santa outfit, zipped up in the front with white faux fur trimming along the ends of the long sleeves and exceedingly short hemline that barely skimmed the top of her thighs, and a red Santa cap perched perkily atop her head, she was certainly a sight to behold. Completing the look was an amazingly huge bow adorning her back like the large wings of a butterfly. The exceedingly long trailing ends of the bright red ribbon that made up the bow was tangled about her legs, no doubt the cause for her tripping and dropping the pans currently lying on the floor with a clanging catastrophe of sound.

He continued to watch in fascination as Tohru, unaware that she was being observed, leaned down to pick up the fallen pans, the short hemline riding up even more and affording him a brief tantalizing glimpse of white cotton clad flesh that peeped from beneath the holiday outfit. He couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath at the tempting sight, the noise alerting Tohru to his presence.

"Shigure-san!"

At her exclamation upon noticing him, Shigure tried to wipe away the lustful look he was sure was on his face, although he couldn't be absolutely sure about just how successfully he accomplished it. With an expression of innocent surprise, she was a perfect picture combining ultimate cuteness and fantastic seductiveness to a degree he'd never thought possible. He had to restrain himself from falling upon her like a ravenous dog. Schooling his features as best he could, he asked the question plaguing his mind.

"Ne, Tohru-kun? Why are you dressed like that?"

"W-Well," she blushed becomingly and stammered, a little unnerved at some emotion reflected in his eyes that she couldn't define. "Ayame-san gave it to me last week. I tried to refuse because it was too much for me to accept, but Ayame-san said that promising to wear it on Christmas Day would make up for it and that it would make everyone cheerful and excited. Although I don't see how," she finished with a puzzled frown.

"I see, I see."

And he did.

It was, no doubt, Ayame's roundabout way of giving his little brother a holiday present. From her explanation, Shigure surmised that Ayame had given the gift before the summons from Akito had come a couple days ago, calling Yuki back to the Honke prior to Christmas Day. Although it was too bad Yuki had to miss such a fetching sight, Shigure couldn't bring himself to stir up much regret since he got to benefit from the presentation of such a delicious vision. Staring at her, the wickeder side of his personality reared up to the forefront, suppressing the little conscience that he had as a plan took shape in his mind.

Tohru grew increasingly unsettled at the continued silence as Shigure continued to gaze at her, an odd fluttering in her belly taking hold and adding to her confusion and nervousness. Not knowing any better, she took it as panic that she'd somehow upset him by wearing such an unusual outfit. Why else would he be looking at her like that? He was just too polite to say anything, she thought, so he's remaining silent.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know it would offend Shigure-san!" She continued babbling in a rush, "Because it's Shigure-san's house and I was fortunate to be allowed to stay here so I shouldn't do anything to cause displeasure. I should have asked for permission before promising Ayame-san that I'd wear this today. I'll go change into something else right now!"

"No!" Shigure blinked as his forceful exclamation startled the both of them. He cleared his throat as he proceeded to say, "I mean, I don't find it offensive at all."

"Really?"

She clasped her hands in front of her chest in hope, the motion causing her arms to press against her body and making her breasts swell forward, arresting Shigure's full attention as a slow building desire hummed through his body.

"Yes, really." He moved closer, giving her his most charming smile and rewarded with her rising blush. Standing close, his eyes roved over her once more. "Tohru-kun looks very, very nice," he said, voice gone low and hushed.

He leaned in nearer; almost looming over her as he invaded her personal space, close enough to see the individual hairs of her eyelashes as he breathed in her warm feminine scent. Looking down, he saw red ribbons still wrapped around pale limbs. Slowly, with Tohru's eyes trained on him, Shigure dropped down from his vantage point until he was kneeling before her, the top of his head level with her breasts. He looked up, capturing her gaze in his own as his hands, warm and large, gently clasped her legs just above the ankles. They felt just as he'd imagined, soft and silky, and he savored the contact as his thumbs began rotating in tiny circles as they caressed her skin.

"S-Shigure-san?" she questioned shakily.

The fluttering in her stomach was rapidly intensifying. Somehow, she felt the mood of the kitchen become darker, heavier, as blood raced through her veins in reaction to his proximity and the simple motions of his hands. That liquid gaze holding hers was devoid of its usual humor, filling with a more shadowed emotion that she couldn't even begin to name even as it seemed to suck her deeper into its depths. Her breath suddenly caught in her throat as his hands began slowly trailing up her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asked breathily.

His gaze continued to bore into hers with unnerving intensity, sending odd feelings tumbling within her. It wasn't unpleasant and it only seemed to increase when he replied to her, voice as soft and as caressing as his hands.

"These ribbons must be really troublesome, ne?"

It took a moment for his words to sink in, distracted as she was by his presence which caused her senses to short-circuit. But she managed to bring her careening senses a bit more under control, enough to stammer out her agreement.

"Y-yes. A little." She bit back a gasp as his hands passed over a sensitive spot behind her knees. "B-but Shigure-san doesn't need to bother himself-"

"It's no bother." A slight smile curled his lips. "I just want to help Tohru-kun get free."

So saying, he began unwinding the ribbons from around her legs, little by little in a leisurely pace, his hands brushing her flesh with each pass of red strip from between her legs. When the ribbons trailed freely behind her once more, Shigure leaned back a little, hands still resting at the back of her thighs, as he waited in an unhurried manner.

Staring down at him as time stretched on, she wondered what he seemed to be waiting so expectantly for until it occurred to her that she hadn't uttered her usual expression of gratitude to one who had lent her help. Despite her attention being focused on the placement of his hands, she managed to convey her thanks, which was only the right thing to do, after all.

"Thank you very much." Her voice was strained.

But Shigure wasn't far from being finished.

"Ne?" he whispered in a honey-dark tone. "Will Tohru-kun give me a reward to thank me?"

Her heart thundering madly, confusedly, she had to swallow a couple of times before she got her voice to work. Her mind went hazy as hands gently squeezed the flesh of her thighs in a hypnotic rhythm although she still managed to ask her question.

"What would Shigure-san like?"

In answer, he grasped one of her hands, which had fallen to her sides and gently tugged until she was kneeling as well. They were face-to-face, her wide-eyed gaze swallowed by his darker one gone shadowy with a look she could only describe as hungry. The heat of one large hand cupped her face, drawing it closer as he bent his own. A breath away from the first contact of lips, Shigure halted as he felt the slight stiffening of her body.

"I'll stop," he whispered in soft reassurance, "whenever Tohru-kun says to. If I do anything Tohru-kun doesn't like, just tell me and we'll stop."

All of this was unfamiliar to her, the masculine scent floating to her senses from such close proximity, the odd feelings stirring inside of her. Although there was a part of her that somehow found it pleasant, another part trembled in fear of the unknown. But the combination of darkly seductive gaze and velvety toned words smoothed away the fears inspired by this new territory she was being pulled into as she gave herself into his hands, putting her trust in him.

The tiny nod of her head and relaxing of the flesh beneath his was all the consent he needed as he bent his head that needed tiny fraction of an inch and claimed her lips for his own. It was even better than he'd imagined, hot and wet with a flavor that was distinctly hers and he tried to devour as much as he could. But, despite the urge of the clamoring beast within him that urged a fast and thorough conquering, he tried to hold himself back as to the best of his abilities, not wanting to scare her away. He pulled back a little, gentling the kiss, coaxing her into joining into wet dance of tongue on tongue.

Tohru felt her body grow feverish and damp at his actions, her body moving of its own accord as it instinctively fell into his pace, beginning to meet each wet glide of his tongue with her own. So involved was she in the mating of mouths, that wet silky texture of exploration, that the sudden rush of cold air on heated flesh had her drawing back in a startled gasp which turned into a soft moan as a searing palm cupped her newly bared breast, fingers gently rolling a nipple and causing her back to arch towards them as a wave of pleasure washed over her at this additional stimulation. Senses reeling, she only knew that she wanted more and followed whatever internal urgings were guiding her by seeking out the source of her desires. She leaned in towards him, to get closer to the heated sensations, only to be halted by the hands on her body as Shigure shook his head.

"If we're not careful, I'll transform and we'll have to stop," he whispered huskily.

He smiled a little at the distressed look that crossed those desire-glazed eyes as he tried to come up with a solution. Truthfully, he hadn't thought that far ahead before venturing into this foray, acting as he had been on his baser instincts that sought immediate gratification. But, as he beheld the tempting sight of the bared feminine flesh that was revealed by the open Santa outfit, he was absolutely resolved to finish what he'd begun. Spying the end of ribbon trailing on the floor, he came up with an idea.

"Ne," he said, keeping his tone soothing, "if we bind Tohru-kun's hands, we wouldn't have to worry anymore."

With the hand still cupping her breast, he lightly kneaded and stroked the soft flesh, watching her eyes glaze over even more. He enjoyed feeling how her breath sped up and the malleable softness beneath his hands as he looked down at her intently, taking in every detail.

"Does Tohru-kun think that will be alright?" he asked, voice low and dark.

The last was said so low that it would have been inaudible if he hadn't been so close. But his lips curved as triumphant satisfaction filled his eyes when she gave a slight nod in compliance.

At the assent, Shigure didn't give her anymore time to think, kissing her again to distract her while he pulled the outfit completely free from her body. In between kisses, he was quick to detach the bow from the outfit, unraveling it and winding the length around her arms so she wouldn't be able to put them around him. In moments he was done and focused his attention upon her totally, capturing her lips again deeply before the previous haze of passion had time to clear from her senses. While his mouth worked on hers, his hands resumed stroking her body, sliding down in slow languid glides that aroused without alarming, aware that this was someone new and inexperienced to the game no matter how heated things got.

With these touches he continued coaxing response after response from her, tiny moans and sighs filling the kitchen empty but for them. So persuasive was he that she barely even noticed as he slid her last article of clothing off, that last barrier protecting her most private of places disappearing as he tossed the crumpled triangular piece of cloth aside.

But she tensed at the unfamiliar sensations of male touch delving into that sensitive area which, she discovered with embarrassed astonishment, was hot and slick to the touch. However, any protests she might have made melted away as titillating fingers glance over that special spot that brought a keening cry to her lips as a sudden rush of heat broke over her while her legs involuntarily fell open, inviting more of that drugging touch. She was so lost in the pleasure that he was inducing that she never even flinched at the new sensation of long fingers sinking deep into her flesh, testing and stretching her. She was too far gone for her usual shyness and hesitation to surface, drowning in the dark joy of it all and his skillful manipulations, wanting only to prolong it further as much as she could.

Movement from Shigure had her resurfacing a bit from the cloud of passion cloaking her senses as he moved on top of her. A distant part of her mind noted that he'd discarded his clothes somewhere along the way but even that thought faded as her attention was caught by the replacing of fingers with something new, larger and thicker as it pressed deeper within her flesh.

She gasped in sudden pain, tears springing to her eyes as the fragile barrier inside her gave way to the invasive presence, and tried to shift away. But Shigure's coaxing words had the fear that had sprung up subsiding as she suddenly found the pain had dissipated, giving way to an even better sensation as he began to move. His body rocked back and forth, above her, within her, and a tight coiling pleasure began building within her as it consumed her. Her body went wild as it was drawn into the motion, meeting thrust for thrust, and her legs drew up further in excitement as she tried to give him even deeper access. The air filled with harsh panting that grew even more rapid as the two bodies increased their pace, turning more frenzied with every motion as the desire that drew tight in them both built and built until it became too much to bear as the climax exploded upon them, cries of release echoing off the walls.

Shigure was able to catch himself before he collapsed on top of the panting figure below him. He managed to make his body roll off to the side where he lay, trying to get back his own breath and calm his racing heart. As the ability to think returned to him, he glanced over at the exhausted figure beside him, hands still bound in red ribbon and leaving her looking like a holiday sex kitten from Santa. He smiled at the thought as he drew Tohru's attention back to him.

"So, did Tohru-kun not enjoy it?" he asked playfully.

He watched in fascination as he was able to observe, without the usual obstruction of clothing, the blush that covered her body extended as far below as the tips of her breasts as it pinkened her ears and face. His delighted laughter rang out at the odd mix of sexiness and adorableness she presented to his jaded outlook as she struggled with speechless embarrassment. This wasn't something he wanted to give up just yet and he felt his body respond in agreement as it stirred to life again. He gave her a charming, wicked grin.

"Would Tohru-kun be kind enough to reward me again?"

The deepening red of a pleased blush was his answer and Shigure returned to the task making the holidays for himself, and the unexpected gift next to him, more lively.

After all, they had days left until New Years'.