Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Golden Dreams ❯ Breakfast in Bed ( Chapter 4 )

Tohru awoke early. She was started to see who she thought was Shigure sleeping in her chair. Memories of the previous night drifted through her brain.

"Hatori," she whispered.

He looked fragile in his sleep, his placid expression like glass. She couldn't fathom his dreams, but whatever they were, they must have been pleasant. His lips were turned slightly upwards- a kindly, shy smile. Her stomach tightened when she imagined his lips on hers. His longing kiss was full of untapped passion, dammed behind years of pain and withdraw. She stood to go make breakfast. The world spun before her, and the next thing she knew, she was on the floor. Hatori was kneeling over her, concerned. His peaceful expression had subsided to an array of complicated emotions. Shigure's robe gaped open, exposing his broad, toned chest.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I was getting up to make breakfast, and. . . well I don't know"

"You are probably dehydrated, and when you stood up, your blood pressure dropped." He stated. "You shouldn't be trying to run around you know."

Tohru nodded.

"I will go get you something to drink. Are you feeling well enough to eat this morning?"

Tohru smiled and nodded again. "I'm really pretty hungry." She replied.

Tightening his robe, Hatori helped her climb back into bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. He decided to make some chicken flavored Ramen, figuring it would be gentle on her stomach. As he waited for the water to boil, he thought of the dream he had been having right before he was disturbed by Tohru fainting. The dream wasn't particularly dirty, as many of his dreams about Tohru were. Lovemaking was involved, but he couldn't remember the details of the sex. What he remembered vividly was holding her, their arms tangled around each other. He was stroking her hair and kissing her, holding nothing back.

'Am I falling in love with her?' He asked himself. 'This could be bad.' Chuckling, he thought, 'I sound like a girl.'

The boiling stove brought Hatori back to Earth as we know it. He poured the steaming noodles into two dishes and headed toward his vice. When he entered her room she was sitting up, reading from one of her textbooks. He paused at the door, contently watching her for several moments. Deciding not to let her breakfast get cold, he walked to her bed, and sat on its edge.

"Thank you." Tohru said as he handed her the dish. "This is delicious!" She exclaimed!

Hatori smiled and began to eat his own bowl. He had trouble stomaching it though, something about being so close to her tied his insides in knots. He gave up and placed his noodles on the floor. He glanced at Tohru. She was adorable as she tried to eat. She kept sticking her tongue out trying to prevent the slippery noodles from falling on her lap. Hatori laughed out loud when she missed her mouth entirely. Tohru blushed and looked into her food. She peered up after a few moments to see Hatori smiling. There was something new about this smile. She had never seen his smile really reach his eyes, it was the first time she had ever seen them so bright. She shifted her eyes and bit her lip. Hatori sighed as she took another bite. He doted on her every motion-- the way she licked the juice off of her lips, how every couple of bites she would nervously glance his way and blush. He sighed again and looked at the ceiling. Every moment he was in her presence his stomach knotted tighter.

Tohru stopped eating for a moment. "Are you feeling ok?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm feeling fine." He looked back into her shining eyes.

"Well you aren't eating, are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I guess I'm a bit preoccupied and don't feel like eating. Thank you for being concerned though." He replied.

"Preoccupied?"

Hatori blushed. "I. . . well. . . you know." He was flustered.

Tohru raised an eyebrow.

Hatori leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "There seems to be something of a distraction in this room."

He breathed in deeply. The smell of her shampoo was thick in his nostrils. Hatori rested his temple on the side of her head. He didn't want to move, her close proximity was intoxicating; he needed more.

Tohru sighed. 'Why won't he do anything?' She put her hand on the nape of his neck and fiddled with his hair.

Her touch sent sparks through Hatori's body. He shivered, and snuggled into her hair. His pelvis started to throb. He exhaled trying to grasp his self-control. His hot breath on Tohru's neck caused her to moan softly. Hatori's erection lengthened at the sound. He pulled back dragging his nose across her cheek. Inches from her he glanced from her eyes to her lips.

'So entirely kissable.' He thought. 'So soft and. . .' His inner monolog trailed off.

He abandoned all hope for control and closed the chasm between them. He kissed her more passionately than before. She moaned again, louder this time. Hatori shuddered and licked the tip of her tongue. Tohru leaned back to look into his eyes. They were brilliantly burning, rimmed in desire. She pulled him closer to her; he kissed her again. He rolled on top of her, carefully placing the forgotten breakfast on her nightstand not once ceasing to kiss her. He was careful not to let their torsos touch. He adjusted his pelvis. Hatori's erect penis rubbed between her legs, barely caressing her sensitive mound. Tohru gasped and rolled her back, allowing for more contact. He thrust between her clothed legs. Tohru exhaled as her pulse echoed from her pelvis to her fingertips. Their kisses became more passionate. All Hatori could think of was removing her pajamas so he could feel her from within. He longed for the tight warmth he knew her vaginal walls had to offer. He pulled away, afraid of losing his self-control. Tohru eyes were dark with passion. She leaned forward to kiss him, but sighing heavily, he pulled back again. His conscience was tearing him to pieces. She looked disappointed and hurt.

"I'm sorry." He said dejected. Hatori laid down on the bed beside her.

She sat up. "What's wrong?" Her voice cracked. She was on the verge of tears.

Tohru leaned over him, her long hair brushed his cheek. He reached up and ran his fingers through its length. Her lip began to quiver.

'Oh, what the hell.' He thought. He pulled her closer, and gently ran a trail of kisses down her neck.

Tohru arched her back and groaned. Hatori placed her hips on top of his. In the shuffle, his erection peered through his robe. Tohru blushed slightly at his unsheathed penis. She smiled and bit her lip as her gaze darkened. She gently sat on top of Hatori's erection. The fabric of her pajamas allowed him to enter an inch or so inside her. She carefully bounced, stimulating its sensitive head. Her pants pulled across her clit sending her shivers throughout her entire body.

Hatori groaned and growled, "What are you doing to me?"

His positive reinforcement caused Tohru to ungulate faster. Hatori's breaths became uneven.

"Christ, woman." He cursed. "You've got to stop. I'm about to lose every ounce of dignity I ever had"

Tohru didn't listen. She continued her seductive actions until Hatori, truly afraid of what he might do, moved her hips onto his stomach. He panted for a moment, trying to regain control of the situation.

He ran his hand inside the hem of her pants. He massaged her mound before lifting her slightly, and plunging his middle fingers part of the way inside her. Tohru cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure. He let the rest of his two fingers slide inside her, enjoying her moans and gyrations.

"Oh Ha'ri" She breathed.

Hatori smiled, and squeezed her thigh with his free hand at the mention of his nickname.

He rubbed his fingers in and out of her as the tension mounted inside of her. Tohru's breath grew short and uneven. She rolled her hips in time with his fingers. Tohru longed for sweet release, but didn't want the sensation to stop. Hatori twisted his fingers inside of her. She couldn't hold on any longer. She cried breathily at the sudden burst of euphoria. Her toes gripped the sheets beneath her during the several moments of pulsating pleasure. Warm liquid pooled in Hatori's hand. He smiled as she collapsed forward, supporting herself with her arms, inches from his chest. Her soft breasts grazed his torso; Hatori exhaled deeply. He felt his erection swell. He caught her lips, probing into her mouth. She rolled to his side after regaining control of her limbs. Hatori tore himself away from her, and planned to make his way to the bathroom.

As he started to rise, Tohru asked, "Where are you going?"

Unsure of what to say, he glanced down at his throbbing arousal. "To the bathroom?"

"I see," she said.

She reached down and cupped his scrotum.

"You don't have to." Hatori protested.

"I know."

Tohru massaged her way up length if his penis, earning gasps and moans all the way up. She settled at its base and started moving her hand up and down slowly. Hatori squirmed at her touch.

'Faster,' Hatori thought, 'Harder,' bemoaning her slow methodical pace. He didn't want to bark orders at her though. He was certain this was her first sexual experience, and she was doing fine. 'More than fine,' he thought.

Finally, he gripped her hand and moved it faster up and down the length of his shaft. Tohru smiled as she followed his passive aggressive orders. She knew she was driving him insane. She gently bit his lower lip. Hatori moaned and knotted his fingers in her hair at the base of her skull, forcing her lips to remain locked with his. She increased her speed, driving him closer and closer to the edge of his mind numbing orgasm.

"Oh God!" Hatori cried as he reached his catharsis.

His body tightened before releasing into spasms of ecstasy. He moaned loudly, releasing Tohru as his body relaxed. His heartbeat slowed, he rolled over and pulled Tohru toward him as close as he could. He kissed her sweetly. She paused to look into his gentle eyes before snuggling into his neck. Hatori held her as they drifted into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.