Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Golden Dreams ❯ A Series of Unfortunate Interruptions ( Chapter 10 )

OCC Warning! Watch out for an empowered Tohru!

The morning was bright. Tohru woke, facing a sleeping Hatori. 'Oh how precious!' She thought. A gentle smile graced his lips. She sighed happily, planted a sweet kiss on his nose, and scooted out of bed.

"EEK!" She squeaked as something grabbed her wrist. She spun around to see Hatori grinning mischievously. 'He looks like Shigure when he smiles like that. . . I'd better not tell him that.'

"Have you been awake the whole time?" She asked.

"No, but I when something so beautiful tries to go away I am obligated to try to stop it. Besides, I did tell Shigure that I wouldn't let you out of my sight and a promise is a promise."

She giggled and gave his hand a squeeze. Hatori responded by pulling her in for a quick kiss. Tohru had other things in mind. She delved into his mouth with all the passion she could harness.

"Mmmm." He moaned quietly into her mouth.

The tension began building in his groin. He situated himself on top of her, grinding his pelvis into hers. She gasped for breath. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, to her collar. He untied and unwrapped her blouse, extending his kisses across her breasts and into her scant bra. His hand found the warmth between her legs, and he teased her clit, pushing her panties aside. He desired so strongly to be joined with Tohru at the hips. He could feel his will power breaking down with her every kiss, every sound, every move. As Hatori pleasured her and fought his id, she managed to get his pajama pants and underwear down as far as her toes could reach.

He paused. "You're pretty good at that."

Tohru shrugged. "If only you weren't so tall."

He smiled and removed them the rest of the way. When he turned back around he was surprised to see Tohru in only her lacy bra, brazilian, and tall black stockings.

He gasped. "my God!"

"Come here Dr. Sohma, I have something that needs to be attended to." Tohru was surprised at her innuendo.

When he moved closer to capture his innocent vice, she playfully pushed him to the bed and straddled him. 'So much for innocent.' he thought. She unbuttoned his pajama top, and fingered his taught chest.

He panted heavily. "I thought I was going to be attending to you."

"You will be soon enough." She whispered, gently nipping his ear.

"You can examine me anywhere you want."

"An. . . anywhere?" He stammered

Tohru bit her lip and nodded.

She knew how close to the edge she was skating, but wanted to push him further. She wanted him to take her, and soon. His erection was plastered to her underwear. Once again he could feel the heat from her depths. His predicament was obvious, it was clear how much he was fighting his baser instincts. Tohru massaged his testicles, and licked the tip of his head. Hatori shivered and thrust upward, forcing his way into her mouth. She indulged his fantasies, licking and sucking until she felt him harden in her mouth. He was ready. She pulled away.

"What are you doing to me?" He panted.

She replied with a sly smile. "You are going to cure my ache right now."

Hatori gasped. She couldn't wait to feel him inside of her. She leaned forward to kiss him, letting her thong graze the tip of his penis. He could feel her moisture condensing on his head. He pressed tighter against her. His shaft was just playing on her clit. She rocked back and forth, driving him insane. Tohru saw his gaze darken as he gave up his fight. She smiled and sat up. He unclasped her bra and lifted her hips.

'It's time.' She thought. 'It's really happening.'

He didn't remove her bra. He wanted to watch it slide off her arms, breasts bouncing, as he penetrated her from beneath. He could almost hear her pain filled cry of pleasure as he entered her for the first time. She pushed her underwear to the side, her insides quivered with anticipation. 'I don't know how gentle I can be.' He thought. He positioned her just right.

"RIIIING!" The telephone cried from its cradle.

"You're kidding me!" He exclaimed.

Tohru sighed and sat back down.

Hatori followed suit, but then shrugged. "Ignore it."

He pulled her face to his, and attempted to re-ignite their passion with his powerful lip lock. Tohru moaned when he played with her clit and inserted his fingers. The phone continued to ring in the background. She gasped with pleasure, but pulled away.

"It's still ringing." She said.

"We can ignore it."

"What if it's an emergency? What if they need you at the main house?"

Hatori groaned. "You're probably right."

He fitted Tohru with the dress shirt he had worn yesterday before she scurried off to answer the phone. A few moments later Tohru returned.

She informed him. "It's for you."

He was worried. He quickly pulled on a pair of pants before running to the phone.

'This had better be good.' He thought. "Hello?"

"Ha'ri!!!"

"What do you want, Shigure?" He barked.

Shigure shivered. "You're so cold! I just called to see how things are going."

"They're fine."

"Hmmm. . ." Shigure paused, "You don't sound nearly as cheerful as Tohru, I was hoping from the sound of her voice you had at least admitted something to her, but you still sound. . . hmmm. . . repressed? "

"I don't know what you're talking about." Hatori answered.

"I don't know what you're waiting for, there will never be a time as good as this. . ."

"See previous comment."

"Unless. . . Oh Ha'ri, you are a dirty old man, aren't you?"

"I'm not in the mood for your. . ."

"Why aren't you in the mood? What are you in the mood for?"

"Shigure, I'm going to hang up."

"You were in the middle of deflowering my flower, weren't you?"

"I don't think I need to grace that with a comment."

"What took you so long to answer the phone?"

"Bye, Shigure."

"Wait, wait. . ."

"I said bye."

"I'll quit, I promise."

"What do you want?" Hatori asked roughly.

"Well, if you are going to do naughty things to my princess, I suggest you hurry."

"Why?"

"You ARE going to deflower her! CONGRATULATIONS! I didn't think you would. . ."

"I'm warning you."

"Oh right, um, well it seems Momiji found out Tohru was sick, so he wants to call her."

"How did Momiji find out Tohru was sick?"

"Well, um. . . I kinda, told Aya, and he um. . . kinda told. . . everyone."

Hatori sighed. 'I don't want to put up with Momiji today.' "Very well."

"Oh, and one more thing." Shigure said seriously.

"How is Tohru?" He seemed almost concerned about something other than himself.

"She really is doing better."

"Good, well, don't do anything I wouldn't do. Which means of course you can't leave that beautiful flower untouched, because I wouldn't."

Hatori hung up. Shigure cried.

'How can those two do so much damage from out of town.' He thought.

Hatori turned to see Tohru gracing the doorway. She was staring out into nothing. He was captivated by her beauty. His shirt was concealing much of her figure, but he could see pieces of her bra peeking out. He sighed, 'It's probably a good thing he called, I can't do that to her. How am I going to survive this week?'

He stood next to Tohru in the doorway. She looked up, so happily, into his eyes. He mumbled something undistinguishable and kissed the top of her head. She gave him a coy look and started up the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Hatori asked.

"Aren't you going to follow me?" She pouted.

'She can pout? She needs to spend less time with Shigure.'

He ascended the stairs and greeted her with a kiss. She pressed into his mouth. His nervous system erupted and he showered her with attention.

"Mo. . . mi. . . ji. . . is going. . . to. . . be calling. . ." He said between kisses.

He found himself in her bedroom.

"When?" She asked.

"I don't know, but I don't. . . want to. . . be interrup. . . ted again. Mmmm, Tohru." Hatori moaned. He was lying in her bed with his arm draped about her. He snuggled into her neck, gently tearing at the flesh he found.

She stroked his hair and massaged his back. He peeked out from behind her cascading hair. He sighed. Her shirt was open, exposing all of her naughty lingerie. His body responded to his visual stimulus. His erection began to throb as her soft hands played with his tight back muscles. He moaned and rolled over. His shirt gaped. Tohru ran her hands along the outline of his pecs. He rolled on top of her. Well, sort of. . . as much as he could. He supported himself on an elbow to ensure their fun would not be truncated due to his damn curse and an adorable little sea horse. Hatori kissed her fiercely.

Tohru gasped. "I thought you didn't want to be interrupted."

"I don't."

His slender fingers quickly found her attention craving center. She ached for his touch, arching into it and moaning softly. She captured Hatori's erection with her small hand, working him to a frenzy of fruition. Hatori wished nothing more than to be a gluttonous monster, but he could not succumb to his wanton aphrodesia. He mumbled into her mouth. He pulled back suddenly. Tohru cocked her head and stared into his eyes questioningly. His bout of raw passion was suddenly transformed into complete and overwhelming love.

Hatori was smiling ever so softly, his eyes were ablaze with a contradictory mixture of confusion and comfort. He opened his mouth, but shut it slowly and smiled once again. Tohru bit her lip and smiled back, blushing slightly. 'He seems like he wants to say something.' She thought. Her eyes sparkled. Hatori could almost hear the "KIRA KIRA" sound effect filling the room. He traced her jaw-line with two fingers. His smile brightened with she snuggled into his hand. He squeezed slightly. He sighed so happily, stealing her feet, and tangling them with his own. Tohru added her own sweet sigh to the atmosphere.

"You really are something, you know that?" Hatori commented.

Tohru blushed again and looked away. He tilted her chin his way, forcing her to look at him. Were Hatori's cold eyes glistening back at her? He was charming her completely.

He kissed her, tenderly, gently, lovingly. He pulled her tongue into his mouth, and let his hands roam aimlessly over her skin. They smiled into the other's kiss. Hatori furrowed his brow and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Tohru asked.

"I really want to hold you." His eyes were soft and sad.

"Well you can, sort of."

He smirked. "Not how I want to."

"Maybe someday."

He sighed deeply. "Maybe." His mind drifted to Shigure's anti-zodiac scheme. 'I'm so selfish.' He thought. 'I'm using her just as much as he is, I will be just as guilty when she gets hurt.' He thought for a moment he was going to cry.

Tohru noted his added sadness, but dismissed it as his general contempt for his curse. "Will you hold me?" She asked. "Even just a little bit?"

Hatori sat up, smiled, and opened his arms. Tohru crawled into them, careful not to evoke his curse. She rested her back in the crook of his arm. He kissed her cheek. Her scent filled his being. His heart ached with things left unsaid. He played with her hair and the idea of telling her how he felt.

'I can't tell her. What if she doesn't feel the same. That's a dumb reason not to tell someone something. I have to tell her. She deserves to know. I can't tell her. What if she does feel the same?' He fought bitterly with himself. He glanced at her, eyes drinking her beauty. She had taken off her stockings. All that was visible was Hatori's shirt pulled tightly around her. He ran his hand inside the shirt, along her skin. She was so soft. He pulled her into a long, meaningful kiss.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you." Hatori began.

"Yes?" Tohru asked, peering into his deep eyes.

"I. . ." pause. . .