Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Eyes are Watching ❯ Eyes are Watching ( One-Shot )

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

EYES ARE WATCHING
A Fruits Basket Challenge fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


CHALLENGE: Dancing in the sheets! Or in the kitchen. Maybe even the club! No matter where, have one of the pairing do a little dance for the other. Make it as tame or sexy as you wish.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This piece was written for a one-hour challenge on the Makinlemonade Yahoo ML. It extends beyond the hour, but what is notable (somewhat anyway) is that this is the first Furuba piece to spawn from a challenge on that list. I guess some muses just can't be put down. =P A Haru x Rin PWP lemon. Told from Rin's point of view. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the end of the story.




He thought I didn't notice he was watching me.

I saw him through my window, walking up to the house. Why he chose to visit me that particular day, I'll never know. It was a normal day, sunny, warm but not too much so. Kagura and her parents were out for the day. I was invited to go along, but I said no. My usual response. Therefore I was alone in the house. How convenient.

I immediately changed my music. Hard rock became something a little lighter, more melodic. Upbeat music if I ever owned any, but also very romantic. I'm a classic romantic even if I don't look the part. Leather and vinyl are usually reserved for other habits.

He was careful when closing the door downstairs. Even my ears had to strain to hear that definitive click. Another click followed. It was hardly protection from outside elements, but it would give us an edge if the family returned earlier than expected.

Goosebumps pricked my flesh as I heard his footsteps on the stairs. I turned the music up, allowing that mellow, soothing calm to move through me. I hummed a little of the tune before really getting into the music, moving and swaying in time with the beat. I always thought dancing by myself in my room was childish, but now it seemed very... scintillating.

I continued to hum, taking in the music, the words, and putting them into motion. My torso and head moved in opposition while my hips and legs carried me around the bed, past the stereo and the window, then back again. My arms lifted, swaying and swinging every so often. I threw in a little rock head banging during a guitar solo, but went back to slow dancing with myself as the groove returned to normal.

The song ended and another began. A little heavier than the first, my movements became more defined. Arms moved up and down. My head swayed side to side. My hips moved side to side as well, seemingly finding their own groove. Bending my knees a little I moved forward, then backward, then around in circles. The drums in this song were very pronounced and I used my hips to make the pronunciations. I managed what few real dance steps I knew before the song quickly came to a close.

He'd been standing at my door for a few minutes now. I caught a brief glimpse of him while turning. His eyes were very dark and intent on my movements. Knowing that he was so intent on me gave me a rush like no other feeling in the world.

The next song was slower than the previous two. Great, I sucked at REAL slow dancing. Still, I followed the music, my body moving freely. Arms, legs, torso, head, hands, feet, hips, back, everything found the pace and swayed in time. I put a little more emphasis on my torso and hips, moving my hands upward from my waist until they reached up to the ceiling. Then slowly I lowered them, fingertips caressing my hair, my forehead and lower lightly teasing my breasts and stomach. I shivered as my hands started moving even lower, my body bending over slightly as I caressed my hips and thighs.

I wasn't sure when he decided to join me, but I wasn't all that surprised either. His hands caressed my arms as I stood, hot breath stroked my throat as he lightly kissed me below my ear. I smiled to myself, feeling the heat from his presence behind me. Still at a distance, he started dancing with me.

Stimulated, aroused, and in desperate need of his attention, I reached behind me and grabbed his hips. I push my hips backward, rubbing against his groin in time with the music. The contact sent heat rushing to my lower extremities, my inner muscles trembling with want and anticipation. I moaned again, my head dropping forward and a shiver running down my spine.

In the next instant I felt myself being pulled closer, completely locked against him, back to front. I couldn't move my arms as his held me tightly, one hand claiming a breast over the material of my blouse while the other dig into my hip, holding me in place. He groaned in my ear, pressing his hips hard against my back.

We continued to move, although not quite as freely as before. His teeth nibbled on the flesh of my right ear, his lips and tongue playing with the lobe before finally letting go and moving on to my neck. My hand joined his on my breast, holding him there, moving along as he squeezed and lifted the globe. I felt a pinch, whimpering as he toyed with my hardened nipple. I whispered his name and he responded by suckling that one spot on my neck that turned me to mush.

*****END OF HOUR*****

The song changed again, but the tune didn't matter. We were making our own music now. My other hand took the one on my hip and guided it underneath the waistband of my skirt. He needed no other encouragement from me. Fingertips sought my heat, brushing through curls and into a wetness only he can create. I gasped, my free hand reaching back to his hip to make sure we stayed connected.

As he played with my breast and my clit simultaneously, still suckling at spots on my neck and shoulder, I rubbed against him. The friction combined with the foreplay sent me over the edge. I moaned his name my hips jerking under his hand as I came.

But it didn't stop there. Oh no. Whether by chance or design, two of his fingers slipped inside of me as my orgasm washed over me. My body stiffened, my breath catching as another wave pushed itself over the first. I shivered uncontrollably, whimpering as my body attempted to recover from the onslaught of fire. I was burning from the inside out and it continued as a third finger joined the others, moving in and out of my in time to his hips pressing against my back.

"Gods...Haru...." I wanted to tell him to fuck me. To end this delightful torture. But I couldn't form the actual words. I grunted, nearly screaming as a third wave of warmth and light covered me.

And being Haru, he wanted to play just a little more.

The music forgotten, he released me from the torment and turned me to face him. His lips covered mine in a kiss so exhilarating I had to respond in kind. His arms loosely held me close while my hands were already trying to free what my body so desperately wanted. As his pants dropped, so did my skirt and thong. Quickly he stripped off his shirt. My blouse followed. Good thing it had a bra built in.

We resumed kissing, hands wandering aimlessly over each other. We've had sex before. The act itself was nothing new, neither were the feelings of joy and love. But what usually intrigued me was HOW we made love. The tone, the speed, the waiting, the eagerness. That in itself was always different.

The kiss broke as he lifted me, bridal style, in his arms. It's only a few steps to the bed. I expected him to lay me down and follow suit. Instead, he sat on the edge with me in his lap. One arm held me close while the other was free to explore. It did so in earnest, from my breast to my vagina. I squirmed in his lap and we both moaned.

He wasn't the only one who could play! I grasped his engorged cock with my fist. Intentionally applying too much pressure, I moved up and down slowly, gauging his reaction. He groaned, half in pain, half in pleasure. His fingers decided to echo my movements, slipping inside of me again. I moved and so did he.

A deliciously vicious cycle, we tormented each other. Who would be the first to break. To my surprise, it's me. Another orgasm rushes towards me without warning. I toss my head back, halting any movement on his length as I shake and tremble in his lap.

"Should we keep playing, Rin?"

I shook my head vehemently. No, no more playing. My patience was gone. But he still wasn't done. Damn him! Laying me on the bed, my hips close to the edge, he gets on his knees in front of me. I tense, knowing what he's going to do and I groaned as I felt his tongue run the wet length of my lips. He twirled it around my center, causing my hips to buck. My hands clutched my bed sheets, my feet purchasing themselves as flat on the floor as they can.

Teeth, tongue, lips and fingers toyed with my sex, alternating between sweet gratification and deliberate torture. My mind reeled trying to imagine what I couldn't see. Even the images that flashed behind my eyelids were nothing compared to the raw, aching pleasure I was actually receiving. I came once more right into his mouth and we both moaned.

"Haru...." His name was between a moan and a whimper. It left my mouth before I could even think it.

Silently answering, he pulled me off the bed to sit in his lap on the floor. There was little ceremony as he positioned himself and I slid over him. It seemed almost too easy, as slick as I was. But there were no snags, no waiting as his swelled flesh twitched inside my waiting heat.

I rode him like a mad woman, forcing his flesh in and out of my core as fast as I could move. I draped my arms around his shoulders, his forehead resting against my chest. His hands molded to my breasts, tweaking the nipples, lifting them to suckle in his mouth. It was my major weakness. I screamed, my muscles closing around him so tightly I think it hurt both of us.

My body shivering violently, I had a difficult time continuing. Thankfully, Haru took over. Grasping my ass in his hands, he sat up on his knees. I wrapped my legs around him as he mercilessly pounded into my still searing core. He grunted with each thrust, his teeth grinding as he neared his end. Finally he came, pouring himself into me.

As he sits back, his breath coming in pants against my shoulder, I feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. I should be used to it. Sex with Haru is always fulfilling. But this seemed, somehow, different. Better. Greater. The absolute best yet!

My breathing slowing, I looked down at my lover, pushing a wet lock of hair away from his face as he looked up at me. With a smile I said, "Haru, please tell me you didn't come over here just to get laid."

He shook his head slightly. "Nope. I'm supposed to invite you to Momiji's. He's invited a few people over to his place for a little party." Haru shrugged, kissing my neck. "This is just more fun."

"You're just upset because Yuki won't be there."

"I guess."

"Haru?"

"Is it okay if we just stay here...at least until the family comes home. Then we can bail to Momiji's party."

"Sounds good to me. By the way, how did you know I was watching?"

"Were you really?"

"You're not that innocent, Rin."

I pouted. "Give me the benefit of the doubt?"

"Only if we can dance like that again."

"Deal."


~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. ^_^