Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Forgetting the Heartache ❯ Chapter 1

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Forgetting the Heartache

 

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Rin finished lacing up her soft leather knee high boots and stood from the edge of her hospital bed. She wasn't sure how she had managed it, but she had sweet-talked the nurses into letting her go home by herself for the holidays. Of course, it had taken weeks of acting on her best behavior and being friendly with the old women, but it would be worth it. Before, they had only let her leave if "that nice young man Dr. Sohma" had come himself. Well, fuck Hatori. She didn't need him to tell her what to do!

 

She felt like she was living in a cage when she was trapped in the awful white room with the one window and the uncomfortable bed. Tohru had brought her flowers and decorations to make the space more personal, but Rin liked freedom. She supposed that the spirit of the horse had something to do with it, but she didn't feel like thinking about the curse at that moment. She was depressed enough.

 

Months of deflecting Haru's attentions was taking a toll on her psyche. She felt frail and alone without him, but at the same time she knew she had to be strong for his sake. Haru was better without her gnawing away at him like a parasite. He could find someone else. That thought made her more depressed, which then turned into determination. She could survive without Haru. She would mend the aching hole in her heart with something, anything. As long as she didn't have to see Haru she could be strong.

 

Wrapping her fur-lined winter jacket snug around her waist and pulling her skirt down so the nurses wouldn't complain about it being indecent and drafty, Rin slung her bag over her shoulder and left her room without a backwards glance. The nurse at the front desk merely waved at her warmly and wished her happy holidays before Rin pushed her way out the door and into freedom. Hatori would probably scold her for weaseling her way out of her deceptive jail, but she would deal with him later. She had made up her mind to forget Haru Sohma one way or another and she knew just the person to help her out.

 

The frigid winter air was already whipping through Rin's hair and up her short skirt. She hadn't even considered how cold it was going to be when she got dressed, but she figured that it would aid her in her goal. The quicker she got it over with the better. She had even foregone her normal thong underwear so that there would be fewer things in her way. The top she was wearing underneath her coat would have made anyone look twice. She didn't care what anyone else thought, though.

 

She had never cared, except for what Haru thought, and he always dug her slinky attire. He had helped her pick out the leather bodice that was starting to feel uncomfortably cool against her skin. They had gone out that day to the city to shop, strolling in and out of all the high-class boutiques. She and Haru did that often, whenever they could slip away from the main house unnoticed. Most of the time they would meet downtown to further douse any suspicions, but once they were away from the threat of being discovered it was like the Sohma noose around their necks had been cut away. They could act like any normal couple, holding hands, stealing kisses while waiting in lines, putting their arms around one another. Sometimes they would even mess around in dressing rooms, overcome by the sense of freedom.

 

Rin blinked her eyes quickly at the freezing of her forming tears. She clenched her jaw and willed herself not to think about Haru anymore. She didn't need him. He wasn't that special. He was just a good fuck. That was all she was looking for. Haru was just one of the many people in her life that had used her.

 

Despite the angry litany in her head, Rin believed none of it. Not that it mattered. Haru was gone and she could never have him again. She needed someone, though, and that someone's house was where she was headed. As she emerged from the wooded path she saw that the house was dark. "Shit," she mumbled out loud. They were probably at some Christmas party at Ayame's shop or something. Tohru had mentioned that last time she visited. It was Christmas Eve. She didn't know why she expected him to be home alone.

 

It wasn't that late, though. It was still just late evening. Maybe he was still home. By now she had reached the front of the house, which stood eerily quiet. Shigure's house always seemed full of life. Rarely had she seen it silent. Testing the front door she noticed that it was unlocked. Maybe she would just wait until he got home. She sure as hell wasn't going to sit outside in the cold. Her nose was so frozen she thought it might fall off.

 

Now that she was in the house she could hear a faint noise. It was like a pitter-patter and some sort of harsh clicking every ten seconds or so. Moving silently, Rin approached the room where the sound was originating. It was Shigure's office. Now she knew what the noises were: His typewriter.

 

Rin slid the shoji screen open and sidled into the small office. The man seemed intent on his work, hunched over the outdated machine with his back to her. She didn't even think he heard her open the door.

 

"Hello, Rin," he said nonchalantly.

 

Rin jumped at his voice. "How did you know it was me?"

 

Shigure lifted his hands from the typewriter and turned to face her. "Maybe it was just wishful thinking," he joked with a leering gaze up and down her body. "Actually, I have a very good sense of smell, being a dog and all." He tapped the side of his nose to indicate. "And your hair always smells fresh and unique, like a warm summer rain."

 

"I think you've been writing too many romance novels."

 

"Perhaps," he responded with a shrug. "What can I do you for?" Shigure laughed at his quip and rose to his feet, making Rin feel even more cramped in the cluttered office.

 

"I came to see you," she said, a bit nervous. It had been a long time since they had been intimate. Months, really.

 

Shigure removed his reading glasses and tossed them on the desk behind him. "I've told you that I don't know anything about the curse, Rin."

 

"Not for that."

 

Apparently he understood, because a mischievous light glowed in his eyes and he reached up to entwine his fingers around a stray lock of her hair. "What would Haru say?" he whispered into her ear.

 

Chills raced down Rin's spine as his warm breath touched her icy skin. "I don't care about him. He won't find out anyway. Why aren't you at Ayame's party?"

 

"I'm going there later, after I finish this up for my editor" he said, cupping the side of her face with his free hand to pull her ear closer for a seductive nibble. "Haru never finds out anything. I know how to keep secrets."

 

Rin inhaled at his light kissed along her neck. Wantonly she thrust her hands into his yukata and ran her fingers across his bare chest.

 

Shigure hissed and fell back at her touch. "So cold! Let's see if we can't warm you up." Forcefully gripping her waist, he backed her up against the wall next to one of his bookshelves and began untying her coat. With it lying in a heap on the floor he ducked his head to kiss the top of her cleavage that the tight corset so blatantly displayed. Rin thought he would unlace it but instead he brought his head back up to bite at her lower lip. Tufts of his hair were grabbed as she turned it into a full kiss, both of them dueling with their tongues and moaning into each other's mouths.

 

The light dance of fingers up her thighs made Rin's hands go back to his chest, tearing his robe aside for what was coming next. With that obstacle out of the way she rubbed one leg up his and swung it around his back, signaling to him that she was ready.

 

"Feisty today, aren't we?" he mused. "I also see that we aren't wearing any panties. How convenient." Shigure's hand had worked its way up to her hip, scrunching her skirt up in the process. His other hand, which had still remained at her waist, now followed the trail of her leg that was around him and pushed up her skirt on the other side. With her exposed to him, he pulled her other leg to lock around his lower back and pushed into her pelvis in a mock thrust. The state of his arousal rubbed against her and she flinched, grinding back to signify her need. "Not yet," he chided.

 

Rin was shocked when he put his hands to her rear and pushed up, making her whole body slide up the wall until her legs were right under his arms and her center was level with his mouth. Carefully he guided her legs up to sit on his shoulders and then steadied her by clasping her around the ribs so that his thumbs were below her breasts and she was stable in the position he wanted her in.

 

When he licked a hot trail up her thigh she sprang to life, needing him to go further. Her arm flailed to the side until it landed on top of the bookshelf to help support some of her weight. Her other hand found his head and she urged him towards the aching spot. Shigure laughed lightly at her obvious desire and obeyed her, moving his tongue in a teasing circle over her folds. The slow, determined movements were making her crazy. She squeezed her thighs together to make him finish her off, which seemed to convey her message. Dipping his tongue in deeper he lapped at her clit, torturing it mercilessly. The sensory overload was too much. She could feel her muscles clamping and writing, needing him to be inside of her, but he didn't heed her wishes. One strong lick and several wonderfully painful nips at the delicate nub had her soaring into space, lights flashing around her like she had her own personal strobe light in her head. Unknowingly she wriggled against his face as he lapped the overly sensitive flesh in order to clean her of her juices. When the feeling had subsided she pulled his head away from her and let him slide her back down the wall until she sat on the floor bone weary, her coat balled up behind her back. She closed her legs, not that decency mattered after that.

 

"How was it?" he asked her, laying down on her floor in front of her, obviously tired from holding her up.

 

"Mmmm," was all she could manage.

 

Shigure lifted his head to examine where his member bobbed up and down at full attention. He reached between his legs and pulled his balls down in an attempt to cool himself off. "That was quite imaginative, if I do say so myself. I'll have to remember that for my next novel."

 

Watching Shigure's struggle with his horniness was comical, but it also made her feel guilty. Here she was wallowing in the afterglow and he hadn't even been touched. With great effort she leaned forward on her hands and knees and hovered near him. "Don't make it too obvious that it was us, though, okay. I know Haru reads your books." Not waiting for his response, Rin leaned down and swirled her tongue around his cock from base to tip, wrapping her lips around the end and sucking lightly. She knew exactly how he liked his blowjobs, and how to make him happy. She wasn't exactly proud of the affair that they had once had, but it had helped her then like it was helping her now. Shigure reached for her head, but she flashed her eyes up at him. He knew she preferred not to be hindered by his hand pushing her down. Thinking better of it he fisted the yukata that was still splayed out underneath him. He had never actually removed it, just letting it hang open.

 

A sharp gasp came to her ears and she paused, looking to see if she had hurt him. "Rin! That's very nice, but I have a better idea." She sat up from him and tasted at the precum that frosted her lips. "I was going to take a bath before going to Ayame's party, but now that we're both so dirty, how about if you join me? We can see how flexible you really are." At that he winked at her and stood, letting the yukata finally fall from his shoulders.

 

Unabashed at his naked form, he took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Shigure turned on the water and haphazardly threw some bubble bath in. Then he sat on the edge of the tub and stared at her. "Well? Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"

 

Rin blushed and looked around. Being in the heat of the moment was one thing, but stripping for him while he gawked at her openly was another. Glaring, she sat down and began unlacing her boots. "You should spread your legs just a bit," he suggested. "It would give me a nicer view. At his slightly annoying comment she stood back up and quickly unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to her ankles before she kicked it off. With a dead stare that screamed 'Are you happy now?' she continued to take of her boots. Shigure was showing his amusement by cackling. The bodice followed the rest of the clothes that were heaped in a pile on the floor.

 

"You could use some work on the stripping part, but we can practice that later." Shigure blanched at her angry look and made her sit on the edge of the tub with him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I thought we were just having fun, but if you don't want to do anything else then just say so."

 

Rin made herself smile at him and shook her head. "No, I'm the one who came to find you. Let's not talk, though. I came here so I wouldn't have to talk."

 

Shigure nodded at her words and reached to turn off the faucet that was pouring water into the full tub. Sliding backwards in a semi-graceful manner, he immersed himself in the water and drug Rin in by the waist after him. He wasted no time pulling her on top of him and kissing her in a more passionate manner than he had earlier. His hands came up through the bubbles and massaged her full breasts greedily yet gently. Shigure was resting with his back against the tub, Rin's body straddled over it. She arched into his hands and moved her hips down lower to stroke herself against his manhood. Shigure moaned and sighed and broke the kiss to focus his mouth lower, sucking and biting and licking her rosy bud just like he had done to her clit earlier. The reminiscent feeling made her stir again and her movements over his erection got more daring. Not able to wait longer, she moved one hand from where it had been resting on his shoulder to position his head at her entrance. Without warning, though, Shigure shifted so that she was now sitting between his legs rather than on them.

 

"I have a different way I want to try. Flexibility, remember?" Shigure waited for Rin's acquiescence before he twisted her body so that it leaned against the outer edge of the tub and she faced the wall. "Lean back so that your head and shoulders are on the floor."

 

"Out of the bathtub?!"

 

"Yes, just listen. It will be perfect. Good. Now put your weight on your elbows, but keep your hips on the edge of the tub, angled upwards, yes, like that." Shigure had talked her into some bizarre position that while it wasn't uncomfortable, was still odd. Her ass rested on the edge of the tub so that her legs were still in the water, and he was in between them. Satisfied with how she was resting, he knelt so that his dick twitched with anticipation at her center again. "Wrap your legs around me like before." Rin complied waiting for his imminent penetration. Gasping, she felt herself form around his engorged cock, trying to keep it inside of her. His first thrust had hit some nerve that she didn't know she had and it felt like heaven. Shigure's moans were indicating that he liked it, too, and he began setting a rough pace, barreling in and out like he was sprinting for the finish.

 

"Oh, gods, Gure, don't stop!" Waves of orgasms began rushing over her body. She closed her eyes to concentrate on whatever it was that he was doing to her. The muscles that had craved for him to be inside of her before were now singing his praises as the angle made him hit her G-spot with every ramming, pounding thrust.

 

Eventually the ecstasy did stop, though. Shigure collapsed forward onto her body and they both tumbled from the tub onto the mats on the floor, breathing heavily. When the orgasms stopped she could feel the last of his throbbing member spilling into her. Shigure's head rested on her bosom and he embraced her tightly, shaking uncontrollably just like she was.

 

"That was…." Rin wasn't sure how to finish the sentence.

 

"Incredible," he said for her. Rin nodded dumbly despite the fact that he couldn't see her gesture. "Rin?" he began in a strangely serious tone. "I hope that this helped you in some way. To forget about other things, I mean."

 

A flash of heartache swept through her and she turned her head to look at the leather bodice lying on the floor. It was crumpled and lost looking and she couldn't help thinking that it was like a symbol of the love that she had once shared. "Shut up, Gure," she said simply. "This was just your Christmas present. Nothing more."

 

"Well then Merry Christmas to me."