Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ If Only to Capture Your Beauty ❯ The Garden ( Chapter 1 )

Fandom: Fruits Basket

Pairing: Shigure x Akito

Title: “If Only to capture Your Beauty”

Theme: The Garden, or “The Great Outdoors”

LJ Author: pikapicokitt

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Fruits Basket or its characters, I simply bring you the smut that damn well should be written! This is shameless, shameless smut. Oh… and also…

Spoilers Ahead!!

 

It was the perfect time of year, the weather was mild, the grass was flourishing, and the sakura trees were on the verge of brimming with beautiful life. Even so, Akito harbored no joy for her surroundings. Her position was this, a sickly, weary soul strewn out beneath one of the many trees in her garden. Staring through her pale, thin fingers, which she held above her face, she felt a deep surge of boredom race through her. It was such a wonderful, beautiful day and there was damned near no one to share it with.

 

Akito rolled onto her stomach, causing her kimono to ride up in odd places. She extended a hand toward a flower, ready to fall over with the amount of dew collected in its center. With nimble fingers she plucked the plant from it's sod-laden home, ridding it of the water with a flick of her wrist before taking a deep inhale of its floral scent. She startled slightly at the sound of footsteps behind her, dropping the flower as if it were some kind of evidence at the scene of a crime.

 

“Well if this isn't a surprise, Akito” Shigure's grin would almost seem mechanical if there wasn't that hidden amount of perversion in the corner.

 

“What is a surprise is that you are here…what are you here for?” She hadn't invited him, so there had to be some scheming reason he was visiting her today.

 

“Is it wrong I come to visit my favorite person on my day off” He grinned, sitting down beside her as Akito flipped onto her back, un-amused expression on her face.

 

“It is not, but I highly doubt I am your favorite per…son…”

 

Akito was caught off guard by Shigure's sudden closeness, nails digging into the arms that dared to wrap around her. She should have expected this much, after giving him what he'd wanted the first time, there was nothing to stop the dog-boy from having her as many times as he saw fit. She couldn't deny him, though she could put up an amusing, however pointless, battle to make it harder for him.

 

“If you say something stupid, I swear I will bite it off” Her eyes were narrowed at his half open mouth, a mocking statement stuck on his lips.

 

Shigure managed to hold his snide remarks at bay by kissing her, a more interesting use of his mouth that wouldn't bring him quite so much pain. His hands were already parting her kimono, which had been very well disheveled in the first place, the main reason he'd attacked her so soon. Shigure was positive she had no idea what a flash of skin did to him and the way the fabric had just barely hid things, like the curve of her rear, which disappeared beneath the hem of the kimono. Or the way the opening at the top had let the curve of her unbound breasts jut out of the top so that you could just barely make out that only a half an inch further a pert nipple would be in view. She drove him crazy and the hands on her skin were proof of this.

 

He smirked as a gasp escaped her when he nibbled a trail down her neck, fingers already finding her, teasing her, making her moan. Shigure was a little worse for wear; he did have the spirit of the dog within him, the horny little creature that just couldn't wait to be inside her. He captured a nipple as he pressed two fingers firmly within her heat, grunting against her sensitive flesh as her moist core tightened around the intrusion. He decided soon after that his fingers were getting too much action and he dipped his head down her body, lapping at the juices she produced before diving his tongue into her until she arched and cried and gave him more of that delicious liquid.

 

Shigure pulled off his own kimono, tossing it aside carelessly and wrenching hers out from under her to do the same with it. He grunted at the feeling of her hands running along his arms and shoulders, while she sighed at the texture of the soft grass against her back. So she wasn't going to fight as much as she'd thought she might, she actually hadn't protested at all and it was much too late now as she wrapped her legs around him upon insertion. While she was in this similar position with Kureno more often it wasn't the same with Shigure. It wasn't that he was larger, or faster, or better, there was just something there that she couldn't have with the bird and she couldn't grasp what it was. Shigure made her writhe more, be forced to catch her breath, to moan like a whore and by god if she didn't enjoy it.

 

When all was over, bodies still climbing down from that orgasmic state, she lay curled against him, the tickle of his breath brushing across her face. When she finally pulled herself together enough to roll away she felt the petals of the sakura tree flutter on top of them. It was a breath-taking moment if one wasn't Akito or had her sick sense of mind. She could almost enjoy it, the beauty of the pink petals that landed on her nose, in his hair if, except they came off as annoying because admitting her like for them would be like expressing emotions she was positive she didn't have.

 

“What a mess, and the doors to my room are open…they'll be everywhere if the wind doesn't die down” She pushed some of her hair from her face, the wind having indeed picked up as she sat and gathered her clothes around herself.

 

“You always complain, Akito. The maids will clean it for you” Shigure shook his head, sighing at her difficulty, if only she'd lighten up a little.

 

“Well, I'll leave you to your flower gazing” Shigure grinned, grabbing her chin to brush his lips against hers in a less heated kiss, one of endearment instead of sexuality.

 

Standing and tucking his kimono back into place he left her sitting there, her facial expression distant despite the smile in her eyes. What he would have given for a camera at this moment. The image of her, sitting in the middle of her garden, kimono still strewn a little sloppily on her body, the leaves and sakura petals falling around her…one could almost think of her as beautiful. If only he'd had a camera, some photographic proof that even though she'd be scowling, she was even more beautiful than the scenery.