Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Incentives ❯ One-Shot
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August 14, 2002
Wandering
Side Story: Incentives
By Ina-chan
"Yes, Shigure-san… Ah, the rain is pouring down harder now, I think it would be best for you to spend the night there… yes, I'm sure… Ah, but the weather is something w can't control Shigure-san, you don't need to apologize... Oh, it's no trouble at all! …of course not… no, I don't mind…. We'll be fine… Yes… yes…no… Eh? Lock my door? What for? It's only Yuki-kun and me here… EEEEEEH!? SHIGURE-SAN!!!… y-yes… I'll see you in the morning… bye."
She set the phone down, cheeks aflame, still feeling slightly scandalized. She nervously looked around, making sure that the other occupant of the house wasn't nearby to witness her outburst. Seeing no one in sight, she let out a sigh of relief as she brought up her palms to cool her burning cheeks. Shigure has become more wickedly debauched with his teasing as the years went on! Then again… he probably always had been that way. She was just too childish to fully realize the meanings behind his jokes that prompted both strong emotional and sometimes physically painful violent reactions from both Yuki and Kyou.
She made her way back to the kitchen to finish the task she left behind before she rushed to
answer the phone and silently thought back to the flurry of activities that whizzed by since her arrival four weeks ago. Shigure's house had definitely never been busier. Almost every Souma she knew visited everyday and slept over intermittently. Though it probably would have been easier if she were to visit everyone in the Main House, she was grateful to Shigure's unspoken understanding. He was the one who insisted about the rightful place of their flower.
He, too, was the one who set into motion their old routines to the point that even a very reluctant Kyou resided in the house for most of the duration of her stay. She felt very bad for forcing Arisa and Saki to compromise the plans the three of them originally made together before her trip back because they had to "share" her with the so many unexpected people.
She couldn't believe how much everyone changed… yet stayed the same. How she was overcome
with awe and pride at how much of an elegant beauty, shy little Kisa had grown into. Her incredulity at how much Hiro curbed his sharp tongue into eloquent words of mature wit. Her bliss upon seeing at how Kyou had been openly showing the kinder and gentler features of his face that he normally reserved for a special few. At how much Kagura had become more reserved… more or less. At how much Hatori had become less intimidating… somewhat. At how much Hatsuharu stayed the same… And at how much Ayame had become even more… uniquely Ayame.
Despite some awkward initial moments, it felt good to around the familiar again. The way Kyou and Arisa would occasionally fall back into their petty bickering. The way Shigure still jumps at Saki's sudden bursts of coincidental insight. The way Shigure still teases everyone mercilessly… It almost felt as if she never left.
That was why the calm of this evening was rather unusual. Just a few hours ago, the house was bustling with activity. Almost everyone was in the house with final well wishes as they brought their parting gifts and helped her pack.
But for surprisingly, for some reason or other… everyone found a convenient reason to leave the house by the end of the day. Kyou seemed reluctant to leave, but was helpless as Kagura, Momiji and Hatsuharu ganged up on dragging him out with them. Momiji had that suspicious grin again too….
Well… It was the last day of her vacation. She was to leave the next day with the intention of handing her resignation at work, finishing her affairs overseas, then returning back to Japan permanently as soon as everything was in order. Of course, Momiji pointed out that all her legal affairs could have been just as easily dealt with, even if she stayed in the country. He even generously offered her a position in his company to add an incentive in making her stay.
She refused, of course. If there's one good thing that came about from her agreement with the devil, it was the fact that she finally learned to be independent. She was reluctant to let that go after tasting it. She had depended on the Souma Family's generosity for too long. Besides, she already had one big reason for staying in Japan in the first place. That reason is a strong enough incentive for her to come back.
Other than that, her reasons for returning overseas were more for her boss' sake than her own. Pat was more than just her boss and her mentor, she was also a very dear friend. With friends and family a continent away, Pat had taken her under her wing, treating her like one of her own daughters. Pat became her pillar of strength and support, most specially after that accident that claimed her fiancé's life. If she had to break her heart with news of their permanent parting, she'd rather do it in person.
After making finishing arranging the contents of her tray, she made her way upstairs and knocked at her room's open door, "Sorry for the wait. That was Shigure-san on the phone."
"Aa…" was her housemate's simple reply as he stretched out a long roll of packing tape over the box before him
"It seems that the rain is pouring down harder, making it difficult to see the road," she continued as she set down her tray on the low table, "I didn't want Hatori-san to drive Shigure-san home in this weather so Shigure-san is staying over at the Main House overnight. He should be able to come with everyone to see me off tomorrow."
"Sou…" he replied absently before turning to face her with a smile, "It's finished. It should be safe from every jostle, bump, turbulence, and the weather elements… except from getting lost."
"Thank you," she answered in kind as she handed him a glass of cold juice, admiring the neatness of his work as visions of his not-so-graceful attempts at these kinds of tasks from the past flashed in her mind's eye, "Uwaaaaaaa… That's great, Yuki-kun. You definitely improved a lot!"
The man took the glass from her hand gratefully, but not without shooting her a slightly wounded look, "Surely, I wasn't that bad."
"Ah! Sorry… sorry," She bowed her head and clasped her hands in playful apology with a giggle, "I really do appreciate all your help, Yuki-kun. It probably would have taken me forever to pack if I were to do this by myself."
"Well… I really don't understand why anyone will take with them so many things…" Yuki
teased, laughter ringing in his voice, "…when they're coming back anyway."
"Sorry…" She said again with a sheepish grin, "I didn't realize how much I'd need to bring back with me after promising my friends and co-workers their souvenir requests. Besides, everyone here has been so kind with return gifts. It would be ungracious of me to choose to leave anything behind when they put their hearts into it. It will be horrible if I let anyone feel left out."
"Somehow, I have a feeling that was something I expected you to say," He laughed again, before his expression slowly turned serious, "Though, I still think it would have been much easier if Hatori would just lighten up and change his mind."
"It's just for a short time," She said soothingly as she gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "Just trust Hatori-san's judgment on this one, Yuki-kun."
'Out of the question,' was all the doctor said, putting his foot down at his younger cousin's request. As much as it disappointed her, she understood exactly Hatori's concern at the idea of Yuki accompanying her. She had once witnessed a brief "episode" that Momiji mentioned. It was one of the few quiet afternoons when she decided to accompany him to work in their secret base. One moment he was explaining something about the plants he was tending to, the next moment he stops in mid-sentence with a blank expression on his face.
She remembered the fear she felt when he turned and looked at her, not a hint of recognition in his eyes. The desperation as she tried to convince him to return to Shigure's house with her when he started to wander through the premises, attempting to regain his bearings. Fortunately, Kyou had come out to check on them before Yuki succeeded in breaking away from her. And for some miracle, something clicked in the mouse's memory that enabled him recognize his orange-haired cousin. It was only thanks to Kyou that they managed to bring him back into the house until his disorientation passed.
It would take at least a few months to put everything into order. Between that and her work, she won't be able to provide the security Yuki needed. There was simply no way either of them can cope, if he was to go with her. Though Yuki knows of his condition, she doubts if he really understands how serious it really is. And further more, the last thing she wanted to do is to exacerbate his condition by bringing him to an entirely unfamiliar environment.
Of course, Arisa and Saki also offered to go and help her. But she couldn't ask them to take
unnecessary time off from their lives over something she could do herself.
"Ah, speaking of which… those are last minute things from Hana-chan and Uo-chan today," She
said aloud, breaking her thoughts as she spied several shopping bags from her best friends that she left beside her bed, "I almost forgot about these. I figured that they should be small enough to be hand carried in the plane."
"Eh…" he sweat-dropped slightly at the sight of the bundle she was referring to, "Maybe it's a good idea to take out the contents and see what we can squeeze into your case."
"I suppose…" she replied sheepishly, before bowing her head meekly, "I'm sorry."
"Ah…" Yuki let out another playful laugh, "Just pass them over so we can get this over with."
"Yeeees," she replied obediently as she reached out and gently shook out the contents of the first bag.
As if by some twisted humour of fate, it was from that first bag that a certain small package bounced out and rolled on to her feet. She picked up the box and noted the small pink post-it stuck on the side, "Make sure you use these this time around… Saki," she read out loud absently before opening the box… only to drop it hastily on the floor, as if scalded, when she realized what were the contents. The tiny little plastic packets were now embarrassingly spilled and exposed on her bedroom floor for the whole world to see, "EEEEEEEEEH!?"
"Honda-san?" Yuki looked at her in concern, only to look away, upon seeing Saki's gift, "Honda-san…" He coughed, trying to keep a straight face, "… has very interesting friends."
"Sorrysorrysorrysorry…" She babbled, red-faced in total mortification, as she scrambled to
retrieve the contents into the box, "I really don't know what Hana-chan was thinking…"
"But… it must have been a serious situation… for her to be so concerned about it," He
commented cautiously as he picked up the packages that scattered near him
"I guess it was at that time… but it turned out to be a false alarm…" She replied a little
uncomfortably, "Hana-chan and Uo-chan were a big comfort even though they were so far away."
He looked at her in surprise as he handed her the packages he collected, "You only told your
friends? I would think your fiancé would have supported you all the way."
"No, Yuki-kun, it was nothing like that!" Her eyes widened, replying with a little too much
emotion. She felt her cheeks flushing again, seeing his startled expression at her uncharacteristic outburst. "We… He and I… we never… that is…" She stammered before bowing her head, suddenly being unable to meet his eyes. She quietly took the packages from him and put them in the box. She closed the lid and set it in front of her as if bracing herself for the words that she was going to say next, "It was… it was from before I met him."
The stunned silence that followed was beyond deafening. From the corner of her eye, she watched him freeze as the meaning behind her words sunk in. She watched him clasp his hands together over his knees and let out a long breath through at, as if a person trying to ward off the cold. Then suddenly, he got to his feet, climbed over her bed to slam open the window.
"Yuki-kun!" She rushed over beside him, but feeling a little frightened to touch him. He was
breathing uncontrollably in front of the open window, knuckles turning white as he gripped the sill to steady himself. He was completely oblivious to the cold rain whipping against his face. He looked as if he was having one of his spasms back when he was younger. But Hatori mentioned that he should be cured of it by now. Nevertheless, one can never be too careful, "Stay here, Yuki-kun, I'm going to call Hatori-san!"
"NO!!" He grasped her wrist tightly before she could even make another move. He shook his
head, looking at her with pleading eyes, trying to control his hyperventilating, "I'm fine… I'm fine… I'm sorry… I'm fine… just give me a minute…" He turned away from the window, sat back, and buried his face in his hands.
She took that as opportunity to close the window behind him, before calmly taking her place by his side. Hoping that her composed presence would help in ceasing his uncontrollable trembling, "Yuki-kun…"
"When…" He started, "When did it happen?"
Her lips formed a line when she realized the irony of their current situation, "That night before I left."
"Oh God, Honda-san… I'm sorry…" His whispered apology came over and over again, "I'm so
sorry… I should have known… I'm so sorry."
"Don't," She stated insistently, "You said so yourself that it's no use crying over what's past. It's something that's best forgotten. Even back then, even if you didn't loose your memories… there was no way you could have known. Nobody else knew other than Uo-chan and Hana-chan."
"If it wasn't a false alarm…" He began quietly as he looked up and reached out to twine his
fingers on the errant strands of hair looping on the side of her face, "… would you have told me?"
She closed her eyes and gingerly touched his hand with her own, "No."
"Why?" was his automatic indignant reply. She could feel the hurt in his voice and see the pain in his eyes from her honest answer.
She broke away from him and shifted her position so that they would be looking at each other face to face. She cupped his face and rested her forehead over his, just as he had done only a few weeks ago… but more to steady herself as she started to speak in a barely audible whisper, "Because if I told you… you would have forced your way through heaven and hell, defying the very will of the gods, just to get to me."
That's exactly why she gave in to Akito's demands in the first place. As naïve as she was back then, she wasn't so stupid that she could ignore the stories she heard about what Akito had done to the members of the Jyuunishi who had defied his will. Knowing how Yuki would act if he knew, she couldn't do that. She'd rather hurt him with her own hands and let him hate her for the rest of their lives rather than have him fall prey under Akito's wrath.
"But so you know…" she continued as she planted a soft kiss on his forehead, "I never regretted that kiss," she leaned back and gave him a sweet smile, "And I never regretted this." With those words, she bent forward to gently claim his lips.
When she pulled back, she watched him open his eyes and look at her with an unreadable
expression on his face. His eyes looked haunted and confused. She understood at once what he was going through. Though his mind had forgotten all of this, she was sure that his heart never did. She couldn't help but weep quietly as she watched him struggle against his silent inner conflict.
Silently… Wordlessly… he reached out to touch her face with one hand. His barely touching
fingers hovering over her, like a child innocently exploring another person's body… like a blind person imprinting another person's face into memory. She closed her eyes and savoured the sweet sensation as his other hand joined its brother in its exploration. The feather light touches running over her eyes… her cheeks… wiping her tears… over her mouth… her hair… her throat… before finding a resting place on both sides of her shoulders.
She took a sharp intake of breath as she felt him shift and she felt him duplicate the track of his earlier exploring with his lips. He stopped just before their lips met, hovering less than a centimeter away, letting their erratic breaths mingle with each other. It was sweet torture. She desperately tried to fight against the urge to move forward and claim his lips… to cling to him tightly to see if his heart was beating as fast as hers. Just as about she was to give in, she felt his lips touch hers. Lightly nibbling her lower lip before hesitatingly starting his sweet, tender invasion.
With a soft moan, she answered in kind, her hands reaching out desperately to cling on his shirt as she felt her strength quickly leaving her. She waited ten long years to feel that familiar warmth to envelop her again, her insides melting into warm shapeless mush. She probably would have literally turn into one and would have collapsed onto him had he not been supporting her away from his chest by her shoulders.
He pulled away and looked deeply into her eyes, searching for an answer to an unspoken question. She simply replied by impatiently struggling with the buttons of his shirt. He quickly caught her deft fingers, a little surprised and taken aback by her unexpected aggressiveness.
So she bent over his ear, "It may not be the same for you," she managed to whisper breathlessly, "But I've been waiting ten long years for this."
He had to let out a laugh with that, before pulling her again for another kiss. This time however, it was deeper… harder… hungrier. Their mouths and tongues clashed for domination, as if one was bent on swallowing the other whole. She let out another moan, louder this time. It felt as if he was sucking out the very life of her.
She broke their kiss to go up for air. Her legs were beginning to cramp from her sitting position. Reading her body language, he unfolded his own legs so that he could accommodate her as she straddled his lap. She lifted up her arms as he helped her wiggle out of her t-shirt. His hands reached behind her and fumbled in frustration as he tried to unclamp the stubborn clasp on the stripe of clothing that bound her chest.
It was her turn to laugh as her fingers firmly pulled his hands to rest on her hips while she expertly untangled the material to liberate her small firm breasts. He paused, drinking in and appreciating the half-naked beauty who is willingly offering herself to him, before letting both his hands run up her back, in that same feather light manner. She felt his feathery touches slide up her back… her shoulder blades, caressing her arms. She held her breath in anticipation as each hand hovered over a breast, and let it out in a loud sigh at the sensation of his warm hands cupping them... his thumbs almost barely touching her, as they circled over her quickly hardening nipples.
She let out a cry of disappointment when his hands stopped and made their way again on her back. Then steadied herself on his shoulders as she felt his warm breath against one breast. She made a sharp intake of breath as she felt his tongue imitate what his fingers were doing a few moments ago… then arched her back with another low sensual moan as she felt his lips engulf the sensitive nipple and slowly and deliberately start to suckle.
"Yuki…kun," she gasped as he turned and gave the other breast equal treatment. She roughly
pulled away from him, suddenly overwhelmed by the desperate need to feel his bare skin on her own. She loosened his top buttons and slipped her hands inside, marveling at the delicious sensation the lean flesh she found underneath. He tugged off the rest and was working on getting the material off his arms before letting out a loud gasp, desperately fighting for control, when he felt her warm mouth gently sucking on the sensitive spot just below his neck.
He buried his fingers in her hair and firmly pulled her off to hungrily reclaim her lips. Without breaking contact, she loosened the clasp of her skirt behind her before pulling away from him as to squirm out of the piece of clothing by pulling it over her head. Then, without missing a beat, she slowly got onto her knees and then her feet, standing over his seated figure, as she took off the last article of clothing that has been preventing him from seeing her full glory.
He simply sat there and stared at her dumbly, stunned by the vision before him, suddenly feeling unsure of what to do next. She smiled at him angelically as she settled back on his lap, noting with a bit of amusement, at the obvious bulge, straining against her thigh. Soundlessly, she took his hands and once again rested them on her hips.
Taking her cue, he leaned forward for another kiss, before trailing his lips down her neck, to the sensitive hollows of her throat, over her breast and on her stomach. All the while, slowly and gently laying her down on the bed, making sure not to rest any of his weight on her as he settled comfortably between her legs. She let out another moan as she felt him go further down to alternately kiss each knee. Then with excruciating slowness, interchangeably make his way up again on a slow track on her inner thighs.
By the time she felt his warm breath over her femininity, she thought she was going to go insane with desire. And when he finally kissed her there, she bit the back of one hand to muffle the scream that tore from her throat… her other hand clawing on the linen as she writhed underneath the ministrations of his mouth. She instinctively dug through his hair as she felt one… then two slender fingers initiate a foretaste of the sweet invasion that was soon to follow. She then finally allowed a cry to escape from her throat as he added a sweet sucking pressure to that sensitive spot along with his ministrations.
"Yuki…kun…" she managed to gasp as she reached down lower, her fingernails grazing his
shoulders, "Yuki-kun… please… please…"
She struggled to pull herself up on a sitting position. As soon as she felt him lift himself away from her, she began to pull off the rest of his clothing impatiently. Soon enough, he was in the same state of nakedness as she was. This time, it was her turn to settle in-between his legs. Through hooded lids, she watched his reaction as she hovered above his aroused state. She could see the controlled anticipation on his face, though he didn't move a muscle, allowing her to take control.
He gripped the sheets in frustrated tension as she teased him by blowing warm soft puffs of breath over the sensitive head of his manhood. He ground his teeth when she held him lightly in her hands. He let out a loud gasp as her tongue snaked out from her lips to lick the moisture glistening on its tip. He moaned as her lips finally engulfed him. He desperately fought against the urge to ram himself in her throat as her tongue and mouth played her magic on him, threatening to swallow him whole. Finally, he couldn't take anymore, so he pushed her off him and almost roughly pulled her up to claim her lips with his own.
She took that opportunity to once again settle herself comfortably on his lap, legs loosely wrapped on his sides. Her lips continued her assault on his mouth, as one hand ran through his hair while the other one reached down to stroke him. He loudly moaned against her mouth and dug his hands on her hair in response.
She then broke free as she got onto her knees. His hands instinctively settled on her hips as he felt her hold him firmly beneath her to guide him. He watched in open fascination, seeing himself disappear inside her, pressing herself against him with excruciating slowness until he was resting fully inside of her. He lifted his eyes only to see that his look of wonder was reflected in her own eyes. They stared at each other, wordlessly. Relishing the sensation of their intimate joining for a few moments until she couldn't stand it any longer. She started to move over him with that same agonizing slow rhythm.
He let her move on her own for a while, until he found it too unbearable. He held her hips in a steady grasp and guided her movements until she found his pace. With that, he closed his eyes and fell back on the bed, moaning as his hips arched to meet hers with her every thrust. She watched him, thrashing helplessly with pleasure underneath her, marveling for the millionth time at his ethereal beauty.
This was how it was meant to be. This was how she dreamt it to be. Tears of bliss started to pool in her eyes, while she fought against the ten-year-old memories that flashed in her mind's as they continued to move against each other.
This was something to be savoured. Not something that 'just happened' as a result of a flurry of uncontrollable emotions. Though without a doubt, she wanted it back then. But when it happened… how it happened… it was wrong… completely wrong. The desperate hungry kisses, the awkward groping, the constant fear that Shigure or Kyou would suddenly walk in on them, the horrible painful burning friction… and worst of all… the unbearable guilt that haunted them afterwards. The knowledge that, despite the fact that it was something they both wanted to happen, it was still something that they never should have done.
Then she felt it, a tight uncomfortable sensation from the pit of her stomach. It sent small shocks throughout her body as she felt it spreading out, yet at the same time growing tighter and tighter. It was making her breathing difficult. The excruciating tightness was squeezing every bit of air from her lungs. She felt as she was drowning from some unseen body of water enveloping her. She was going to die. She knew it. If this continued on, she will surely die. She had to tell him before that.
"Yu… ki… kun…" She gasped breathlessly. Her mind raced desperately as she crawled over him,
praying her shaking arms to stay steady at her precarious position, at the same time maintaining their rhythm. She leaned as close as she could dare over his ear. She needed to tell him before this agonizing sensation kills her, "yu…ki…kun..."
He silently acknowledged her through his heavy-lidded eyes.
"I love you…"
His eyes widened at her breathless declaration. As if suddenly possessed by some uncontainable driving force, he effortlessly turned her over and held on tightly to her hips, increasing the speed and the force of his thrusts. She could only grit her teeth, thrashing her head from side to side, wrapping her legs around his hips to helplessly accept his almost violent hammering.
Then she was there. But just before the moment of her death, she opened her eyes to steal one last frantic glimpse of him. She saw him watching her, with an unreadable mosaic of emotions on his face. Her arms flailed weakly towards him as that unbearable tightness exploded inside of her. Her mouth opened to let out a silent scream, while time stood still. And the world disappeared in a blanket of bright whiteness before her eyes.
When the world game back to focus, she found him bending over her perilously, still thrusting, in time with the aftershocks that ran through her body. His lips opened to say a soundless word. He tried again, this time his breath managing to catch the last syllable of what he was trying to say. She reached out to steady him. This time, he was able to time his voice with his breath. Her eyes misted with emotion as she heard him say it for the first time.
"Tooru."
And he said her name again… and again… and again. Over and over like a spiritual mantra while struggling to catch up with the sensations he was feeling within him. She made an involuntary gasp at the pressure when he stabbed her forcefully in one final thrust, as if attempting to bury his entire self in her. This time, it was her who watched his beautiful sweaty face contort painfully, as he pulsed inside of her, reaching his completion.
Trying hard to catch their breaths, she felt him rest his forehead against hers for a moment and steal a quick kiss, before pushing away to collapse beside her as the strength in his arms began to fail him. She made a small involuntary sound at the sensation of him quickly pulling out from his sudden movement. She turned to her side to face him, legs still twined with his, to compensate for the now uncomfortable empty feeling she felt inside of her.
"I love you," She whispered again as she tenderly pushed the strands of sweaty hair covering his face
He replied simply by reaching over to give her another kiss, letting them bathe in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"I think…" She managed to utter before his lips claimed hers again as if to silence her, she
managed to break away and continued, "…that was your cue."
"I know," He mumbled as he continued his assault by targeting her neck
"Well?" She wiggled away from him and smiled at him expectantly
He finally stopped and smiled back at her, "I won't say it until you come back."
The smile automatically dropped from her face, "That's blackmail."
"Nope…As Hatori always said to me," He shook his head mischievously, "THAT is positive
reinforcement."
She glared at him in mock indignation as she prepared to give him a punishment hug, "I'll positive reinforcement you!"
His mind may have forgotten the skills he harnessed from the years of martial arts training, but apparently his body didn't. He deftly caught her and pinned her arms helplessly over her head while expertly straddling her thighs, causing her to be deliciously immobile, in one swift move.
"You're not being fair," She pouted defiantly He simply laughed and bent down to plant another slow leisurely kiss on her lips, causing their slowing pulse to hasten its pace again.
"You know," He said as they paused for breath as a thought occurred to him, "We didn't even get to use Hanajima-san's thoughtful gift."
"Eh?" She blinked, trying to clear the reawakening desire clouding her train of thought, "Well then… if it's not a false alarm, just think of it as another incentive for me to come back." She lifted her head, begging for another kiss.
Instead he bent over her ear and let out a quiet whisper.
"I love you."
She stared at his smiling face, suddenly feeling clear headed, "I thought you weren't going to say it until I came back."
"I think…" he said as he released her arms, "…I've given…", he cupped her face with his hands, "…you…" and bent down to shower her face with soft kisses, "…enough incentives…"
"Sou…" she agreed with a small laugh before closing her eyes, and letting the sensation caused by one of his incentives wash over her.
~OWARI~
Author's squawk:
Mona-chan and your persistence… <SIGH> Well, here is the final version of my first (and possibly last) lemon fic. Damn! This is the longest FURUBA fic I've ever written! Special thanx to my very good friend Meach (and substitute Mom) who has given me lots of encouragement and even beta-read this monstrosity despite the fact that she knows how embarrassing writing this. Also I'd like to give a very special thanx to Mona-chan (I think everyone should thank Mona-chan if you enjoyed this fic) for issuing this challenge in the first place. This is my first lemon fic, so my inexperience with this genre probably shows. Gomen for the flowery language… I just can't get myself to type the… uh… technical terms. ^_^.
Well, just to let you know… my original follow-up to "Wandering" is actually a Kyou-Kagura (no sex!!! ^_^.) reaction scene. Well… it's mostly a Kyou introspective piece. But I still couldn't connect myself and get into the head to the "future" Kyou I envisioned. Of course when latest chapter in HTY showed up and reflected the emotions that Kyou has for Tooru in the fic… GAH! I just got too excited about it and my mind went blank! I'll probably write it eventually (yeah, famous last words…). But until then, I still have a four-year-old JQ epic two chapters and one epilogue away from conclusion, a CCS monstrosity still stuck in the Clow Reed chapter, and a FURUBA alt univ that's going nowhere… with no time to write anything else at all!!! <Ina-chan starts to cry>
Comments, criticisms, flame throwers @ ina_chan@yahoo.com
Ja!
Ina-chan
challenge issued by Mona-chan! If you like it, thank her. If it you think it sucks, it's her fault too… ^_^.
August 14, 2002
Wandering
Side Story: Incentives
By Ina-chan
"Yes, Shigure-san… Ah, the rain is pouring down harder now, I think it would be best for you to spend the night there… yes, I'm sure… Ah, but the weather is something w can't control Shigure-san, you don't need to apologize... Oh, it's no trouble at all! …of course not… no, I don't mind…. We'll be fine… Yes… yes…no… Eh? Lock my door? What for? It's only Yuki-kun and me here… EEEEEEH!? SHIGURE-SAN!!!… y-yes… I'll see you in the morning… bye."
She set the phone down, cheeks aflame, still feeling slightly scandalized. She nervously looked around, making sure that the other occupant of the house wasn't nearby to witness her outburst. Seeing no one in sight, she let out a sigh of relief as she brought up her palms to cool her burning cheeks. Shigure has become more wickedly debauched with his teasing as the years went on! Then again… he probably always had been that way. She was just too childish to fully realize the meanings behind his jokes that prompted both strong emotional and sometimes physically painful violent reactions from both Yuki and Kyou.
She made her way back to the kitchen to finish the task she left behind before she rushed to
answer the phone and silently thought back to the flurry of activities that whizzed by since her arrival four weeks ago. Shigure's house had definitely never been busier. Almost every Souma she knew visited everyday and slept over intermittently. Though it probably would have been easier if she were to visit everyone in the Main House, she was grateful to Shigure's unspoken understanding. He was the one who insisted about the rightful place of their flower.
He, too, was the one who set into motion their old routines to the point that even a very reluctant Kyou resided in the house for most of the duration of her stay. She felt very bad for forcing Arisa and Saki to compromise the plans the three of them originally made together before her trip back because they had to "share" her with the so many unexpected people.
She couldn't believe how much everyone changed… yet stayed the same. How she was overcome
with awe and pride at how much of an elegant beauty, shy little Kisa had grown into. Her incredulity at how much Hiro curbed his sharp tongue into eloquent words of mature wit. Her bliss upon seeing at how Kyou had been openly showing the kinder and gentler features of his face that he normally reserved for a special few. At how much Kagura had become more reserved… more or less. At how much Hatori had become less intimidating… somewhat. At how much Hatsuharu stayed the same… And at how much Ayame had become even more… uniquely Ayame.
Despite some awkward initial moments, it felt good to around the familiar again. The way Kyou and Arisa would occasionally fall back into their petty bickering. The way Shigure still jumps at Saki's sudden bursts of coincidental insight. The way Shigure still teases everyone mercilessly… It almost felt as if she never left.
That was why the calm of this evening was rather unusual. Just a few hours ago, the house was bustling with activity. Almost everyone was in the house with final well wishes as they brought their parting gifts and helped her pack.
But for surprisingly, for some reason or other… everyone found a convenient reason to leave the house by the end of the day. Kyou seemed reluctant to leave, but was helpless as Kagura, Momiji and Hatsuharu ganged up on dragging him out with them. Momiji had that suspicious grin again too….
Well… It was the last day of her vacation. She was to leave the next day with the intention of handing her resignation at work, finishing her affairs overseas, then returning back to Japan permanently as soon as everything was in order. Of course, Momiji pointed out that all her legal affairs could have been just as easily dealt with, even if she stayed in the country. He even generously offered her a position in his company to add an incentive in making her stay.
She refused, of course. If there's one good thing that came about from her agreement with the devil, it was the fact that she finally learned to be independent. She was reluctant to let that go after tasting it. She had depended on the Souma Family's generosity for too long. Besides, she already had one big reason for staying in Japan in the first place. That reason is a strong enough incentive for her to come back.
Other than that, her reasons for returning overseas were more for her boss' sake than her own. Pat was more than just her boss and her mentor, she was also a very dear friend. With friends and family a continent away, Pat had taken her under her wing, treating her like one of her own daughters. Pat became her pillar of strength and support, most specially after that accident that claimed her fiancé's life. If she had to break her heart with news of their permanent parting, she'd rather do it in person.
After making finishing arranging the contents of her tray, she made her way upstairs and knocked at her room's open door, "Sorry for the wait. That was Shigure-san on the phone."
"Aa…" was her housemate's simple reply as he stretched out a long roll of packing tape over the box before him
"It seems that the rain is pouring down harder, making it difficult to see the road," she continued as she set down her tray on the low table, "I didn't want Hatori-san to drive Shigure-san home in this weather so Shigure-san is staying over at the Main House overnight. He should be able to come with everyone to see me off tomorrow."
"Sou…" he replied absently before turning to face her with a smile, "It's finished. It should be safe from every jostle, bump, turbulence, and the weather elements… except from getting lost."
"Thank you," she answered in kind as she handed him a glass of cold juice, admiring the neatness of his work as visions of his not-so-graceful attempts at these kinds of tasks from the past flashed in her mind's eye, "Uwaaaaaaa… That's great, Yuki-kun. You definitely improved a lot!"
The man took the glass from her hand gratefully, but not without shooting her a slightly wounded look, "Surely, I wasn't that bad."
"Ah! Sorry… sorry," She bowed her head and clasped her hands in playful apology with a giggle, "I really do appreciate all your help, Yuki-kun. It probably would have taken me forever to pack if I were to do this by myself."
"Well… I really don't understand why anyone will take with them so many things…" Yuki
teased, laughter ringing in his voice, "…when they're coming back anyway."
"Sorry…" She said again with a sheepish grin, "I didn't realize how much I'd need to bring back with me after promising my friends and co-workers their souvenir requests. Besides, everyone here has been so kind with return gifts. It would be ungracious of me to choose to leave anything behind when they put their hearts into it. It will be horrible if I let anyone feel left out."
"Somehow, I have a feeling that was something I expected you to say," He laughed again, before his expression slowly turned serious, "Though, I still think it would have been much easier if Hatori would just lighten up and change his mind."
"It's just for a short time," She said soothingly as she gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "Just trust Hatori-san's judgment on this one, Yuki-kun."
'Out of the question,' was all the doctor said, putting his foot down at his younger cousin's request. As much as it disappointed her, she understood exactly Hatori's concern at the idea of Yuki accompanying her. She had once witnessed a brief "episode" that Momiji mentioned. It was one of the few quiet afternoons when she decided to accompany him to work in their secret base. One moment he was explaining something about the plants he was tending to, the next moment he stops in mid-sentence with a blank expression on his face.
She remembered the fear she felt when he turned and looked at her, not a hint of recognition in his eyes. The desperation as she tried to convince him to return to Shigure's house with her when he started to wander through the premises, attempting to regain his bearings. Fortunately, Kyou had come out to check on them before Yuki succeeded in breaking away from her. And for some miracle, something clicked in the mouse's memory that enabled him recognize his orange-haired cousin. It was only thanks to Kyou that they managed to bring him back into the house until his disorientation passed.
It would take at least a few months to put everything into order. Between that and her work, she won't be able to provide the security Yuki needed. There was simply no way either of them can cope, if he was to go with her. Though Yuki knows of his condition, she doubts if he really understands how serious it really is. And further more, the last thing she wanted to do is to exacerbate his condition by bringing him to an entirely unfamiliar environment.
Of course, Arisa and Saki also offered to go and help her. But she couldn't ask them to take
unnecessary time off from their lives over something she could do herself.
"Ah, speaking of which… those are last minute things from Hana-chan and Uo-chan today," She
said aloud, breaking her thoughts as she spied several shopping bags from her best friends that she left beside her bed, "I almost forgot about these. I figured that they should be small enough to be hand carried in the plane."
"Eh…" he sweat-dropped slightly at the sight of the bundle she was referring to, "Maybe it's a good idea to take out the contents and see what we can squeeze into your case."
"I suppose…" she replied sheepishly, before bowing her head meekly, "I'm sorry."
"Ah…" Yuki let out another playful laugh, "Just pass them over so we can get this over with."
"Yeeees," she replied obediently as she reached out and gently shook out the contents of the first bag.
As if by some twisted humour of fate, it was from that first bag that a certain small package bounced out and rolled on to her feet. She picked up the box and noted the small pink post-it stuck on the side, "Make sure you use these this time around… Saki," she read out loud absently before opening the box… only to drop it hastily on the floor, as if scalded, when she realized what were the contents. The tiny little plastic packets were now embarrassingly spilled and exposed on her bedroom floor for the whole world to see, "EEEEEEEEEH!?"
"Honda-san?" Yuki looked at her in concern, only to look away, upon seeing Saki's gift, "Honda-san…" He coughed, trying to keep a straight face, "… has very interesting friends."
"Sorrysorrysorrysorry…" She babbled, red-faced in total mortification, as she scrambled to
retrieve the contents into the box, "I really don't know what Hana-chan was thinking…"
"But… it must have been a serious situation… for her to be so concerned about it," He
commented cautiously as he picked up the packages that scattered near him
"I guess it was at that time… but it turned out to be a false alarm…" She replied a little
uncomfortably, "Hana-chan and Uo-chan were a big comfort even though they were so far away."
He looked at her in surprise as he handed her the packages he collected, "You only told your
friends? I would think your fiancé would have supported you all the way."
"No, Yuki-kun, it was nothing like that!" Her eyes widened, replying with a little too much
emotion. She felt her cheeks flushing again, seeing his startled expression at her uncharacteristic outburst. "We… He and I… we never… that is…" She stammered before bowing her head, suddenly being unable to meet his eyes. She quietly took the packages from him and put them in the box. She closed the lid and set it in front of her as if bracing herself for the words that she was going to say next, "It was… it was from before I met him."
The stunned silence that followed was beyond deafening. From the corner of her eye, she watched him freeze as the meaning behind her words sunk in. She watched him clasp his hands together over his knees and let out a long breath through at, as if a person trying to ward off the cold. Then suddenly, he got to his feet, climbed over her bed to slam open the window.
"Yuki-kun!" She rushed over beside him, but feeling a little frightened to touch him. He was
breathing uncontrollably in front of the open window, knuckles turning white as he gripped the sill to steady himself. He was completely oblivious to the cold rain whipping against his face. He looked as if he was having one of his spasms back when he was younger. But Hatori mentioned that he should be cured of it by now. Nevertheless, one can never be too careful, "Stay here, Yuki-kun, I'm going to call Hatori-san!"
"NO!!" He grasped her wrist tightly before she could even make another move. He shook his
head, looking at her with pleading eyes, trying to control his hyperventilating, "I'm fine… I'm fine… I'm sorry… I'm fine… just give me a minute…" He turned away from the window, sat back, and buried his face in his hands.
She took that as opportunity to close the window behind him, before calmly taking her place by his side. Hoping that her composed presence would help in ceasing his uncontrollable trembling, "Yuki-kun…"
"When…" He started, "When did it happen?"
Her lips formed a line when she realized the irony of their current situation, "That night before I left."
"Oh God, Honda-san… I'm sorry…" His whispered apology came over and over again, "I'm so
sorry… I should have known… I'm so sorry."
"Don't," She stated insistently, "You said so yourself that it's no use crying over what's past. It's something that's best forgotten. Even back then, even if you didn't loose your memories… there was no way you could have known. Nobody else knew other than Uo-chan and Hana-chan."
"If it wasn't a false alarm…" He began quietly as he looked up and reached out to twine his
fingers on the errant strands of hair looping on the side of her face, "… would you have told me?"
She closed her eyes and gingerly touched his hand with her own, "No."
"Why?" was his automatic indignant reply. She could feel the hurt in his voice and see the pain in his eyes from her honest answer.
She broke away from him and shifted her position so that they would be looking at each other face to face. She cupped his face and rested her forehead over his, just as he had done only a few weeks ago… but more to steady herself as she started to speak in a barely audible whisper, "Because if I told you… you would have forced your way through heaven and hell, defying the very will of the gods, just to get to me."
That's exactly why she gave in to Akito's demands in the first place. As naïve as she was back then, she wasn't so stupid that she could ignore the stories she heard about what Akito had done to the members of the Jyuunishi who had defied his will. Knowing how Yuki would act if he knew, she couldn't do that. She'd rather hurt him with her own hands and let him hate her for the rest of their lives rather than have him fall prey under Akito's wrath.
"But so you know…" she continued as she planted a soft kiss on his forehead, "I never regretted that kiss," she leaned back and gave him a sweet smile, "And I never regretted this." With those words, she bent forward to gently claim his lips.
When she pulled back, she watched him open his eyes and look at her with an unreadable
expression on his face. His eyes looked haunted and confused. She understood at once what he was going through. Though his mind had forgotten all of this, she was sure that his heart never did. She couldn't help but weep quietly as she watched him struggle against his silent inner conflict.
Silently… Wordlessly… he reached out to touch her face with one hand. His barely touching
fingers hovering over her, like a child innocently exploring another person's body… like a blind person imprinting another person's face into memory. She closed her eyes and savoured the sweet sensation as his other hand joined its brother in its exploration. The feather light touches running over her eyes… her cheeks… wiping her tears… over her mouth… her hair… her throat… before finding a resting place on both sides of her shoulders.
She took a sharp intake of breath as she felt him shift and she felt him duplicate the track of his earlier exploring with his lips. He stopped just before their lips met, hovering less than a centimeter away, letting their erratic breaths mingle with each other. It was sweet torture. She desperately tried to fight against the urge to move forward and claim his lips… to cling to him tightly to see if his heart was beating as fast as hers. Just as about she was to give in, she felt his lips touch hers. Lightly nibbling her lower lip before hesitatingly starting his sweet, tender invasion.
With a soft moan, she answered in kind, her hands reaching out desperately to cling on his shirt as she felt her strength quickly leaving her. She waited ten long years to feel that familiar warmth to envelop her again, her insides melting into warm shapeless mush. She probably would have literally turn into one and would have collapsed onto him had he not been supporting her away from his chest by her shoulders.
He pulled away and looked deeply into her eyes, searching for an answer to an unspoken question. She simply replied by impatiently struggling with the buttons of his shirt. He quickly caught her deft fingers, a little surprised and taken aback by her unexpected aggressiveness.
So she bent over his ear, "It may not be the same for you," she managed to whisper breathlessly, "But I've been waiting ten long years for this."
He had to let out a laugh with that, before pulling her again for another kiss. This time however, it was deeper… harder… hungrier. Their mouths and tongues clashed for domination, as if one was bent on swallowing the other whole. She let out another moan, louder this time. It felt as if he was sucking out the very life of her.
She broke their kiss to go up for air. Her legs were beginning to cramp from her sitting position. Reading her body language, he unfolded his own legs so that he could accommodate her as she straddled his lap. She lifted up her arms as he helped her wiggle out of her t-shirt. His hands reached behind her and fumbled in frustration as he tried to unclamp the stubborn clasp on the stripe of clothing that bound her chest.
It was her turn to laugh as her fingers firmly pulled his hands to rest on her hips while she expertly untangled the material to liberate her small firm breasts. He paused, drinking in and appreciating the half-naked beauty who is willingly offering herself to him, before letting both his hands run up her back, in that same feather light manner. She felt his feathery touches slide up her back… her shoulder blades, caressing her arms. She held her breath in anticipation as each hand hovered over a breast, and let it out in a loud sigh at the sensation of his warm hands cupping them... his thumbs almost barely touching her, as they circled over her quickly hardening nipples.
She let out a cry of disappointment when his hands stopped and made their way again on her back. Then steadied herself on his shoulders as she felt his warm breath against one breast. She made a sharp intake of breath as she felt his tongue imitate what his fingers were doing a few moments ago… then arched her back with another low sensual moan as she felt his lips engulf the sensitive nipple and slowly and deliberately start to suckle.
"Yuki…kun," she gasped as he turned and gave the other breast equal treatment. She roughly
pulled away from him, suddenly overwhelmed by the desperate need to feel his bare skin on her own. She loosened his top buttons and slipped her hands inside, marveling at the delicious sensation the lean flesh she found underneath. He tugged off the rest and was working on getting the material off his arms before letting out a loud gasp, desperately fighting for control, when he felt her warm mouth gently sucking on the sensitive spot just below his neck.
He buried his fingers in her hair and firmly pulled her off to hungrily reclaim her lips. Without breaking contact, she loosened the clasp of her skirt behind her before pulling away from him as to squirm out of the piece of clothing by pulling it over her head. Then, without missing a beat, she slowly got onto her knees and then her feet, standing over his seated figure, as she took off the last article of clothing that has been preventing him from seeing her full glory.
He simply sat there and stared at her dumbly, stunned by the vision before him, suddenly feeling unsure of what to do next. She smiled at him angelically as she settled back on his lap, noting with a bit of amusement, at the obvious bulge, straining against her thigh. Soundlessly, she took his hands and once again rested them on her hips.
Taking her cue, he leaned forward for another kiss, before trailing his lips down her neck, to the sensitive hollows of her throat, over her breast and on her stomach. All the while, slowly and gently laying her down on the bed, making sure not to rest any of his weight on her as he settled comfortably between her legs. She let out another moan as she felt him go further down to alternately kiss each knee. Then with excruciating slowness, interchangeably make his way up again on a slow track on her inner thighs.
By the time she felt his warm breath over her femininity, she thought she was going to go insane with desire. And when he finally kissed her there, she bit the back of one hand to muffle the scream that tore from her throat… her other hand clawing on the linen as she writhed underneath the ministrations of his mouth. She instinctively dug through his hair as she felt one… then two slender fingers initiate a foretaste of the sweet invasion that was soon to follow. She then finally allowed a cry to escape from her throat as he added a sweet sucking pressure to that sensitive spot along with his ministrations.
"Yuki…kun…" she managed to gasp as she reached down lower, her fingernails grazing his
shoulders, "Yuki-kun… please… please…"
She struggled to pull herself up on a sitting position. As soon as she felt him lift himself away from her, she began to pull off the rest of his clothing impatiently. Soon enough, he was in the same state of nakedness as she was. This time, it was her turn to settle in-between his legs. Through hooded lids, she watched his reaction as she hovered above his aroused state. She could see the controlled anticipation on his face, though he didn't move a muscle, allowing her to take control.
He gripped the sheets in frustrated tension as she teased him by blowing warm soft puffs of breath over the sensitive head of his manhood. He ground his teeth when she held him lightly in her hands. He let out a loud gasp as her tongue snaked out from her lips to lick the moisture glistening on its tip. He moaned as her lips finally engulfed him. He desperately fought against the urge to ram himself in her throat as her tongue and mouth played her magic on him, threatening to swallow him whole. Finally, he couldn't take anymore, so he pushed her off him and almost roughly pulled her up to claim her lips with his own.
She took that opportunity to once again settle herself comfortably on his lap, legs loosely wrapped on his sides. Her lips continued her assault on his mouth, as one hand ran through his hair while the other one reached down to stroke him. He loudly moaned against her mouth and dug his hands on her hair in response.
She then broke free as she got onto her knees. His hands instinctively settled on her hips as he felt her hold him firmly beneath her to guide him. He watched in open fascination, seeing himself disappear inside her, pressing herself against him with excruciating slowness until he was resting fully inside of her. He lifted his eyes only to see that his look of wonder was reflected in her own eyes. They stared at each other, wordlessly. Relishing the sensation of their intimate joining for a few moments until she couldn't stand it any longer. She started to move over him with that same agonizing slow rhythm.
He let her move on her own for a while, until he found it too unbearable. He held her hips in a steady grasp and guided her movements until she found his pace. With that, he closed his eyes and fell back on the bed, moaning as his hips arched to meet hers with her every thrust. She watched him, thrashing helplessly with pleasure underneath her, marveling for the millionth time at his ethereal beauty.
This was how it was meant to be. This was how she dreamt it to be. Tears of bliss started to pool in her eyes, while she fought against the ten-year-old memories that flashed in her mind's as they continued to move against each other.
This was something to be savoured. Not something that 'just happened' as a result of a flurry of uncontrollable emotions. Though without a doubt, she wanted it back then. But when it happened… how it happened… it was wrong… completely wrong. The desperate hungry kisses, the awkward groping, the constant fear that Shigure or Kyou would suddenly walk in on them, the horrible painful burning friction… and worst of all… the unbearable guilt that haunted them afterwards. The knowledge that, despite the fact that it was something they both wanted to happen, it was still something that they never should have done.
Then she felt it, a tight uncomfortable sensation from the pit of her stomach. It sent small shocks throughout her body as she felt it spreading out, yet at the same time growing tighter and tighter. It was making her breathing difficult. The excruciating tightness was squeezing every bit of air from her lungs. She felt as she was drowning from some unseen body of water enveloping her. She was going to die. She knew it. If this continued on, she will surely die. She had to tell him before that.
"Yu… ki… kun…" She gasped breathlessly. Her mind raced desperately as she crawled over him,
praying her shaking arms to stay steady at her precarious position, at the same time maintaining their rhythm. She leaned as close as she could dare over his ear. She needed to tell him before this agonizing sensation kills her, "yu…ki…kun..."
He silently acknowledged her through his heavy-lidded eyes.
"I love you…"
His eyes widened at her breathless declaration. As if suddenly possessed by some uncontainable driving force, he effortlessly turned her over and held on tightly to her hips, increasing the speed and the force of his thrusts. She could only grit her teeth, thrashing her head from side to side, wrapping her legs around his hips to helplessly accept his almost violent hammering.
Then she was there. But just before the moment of her death, she opened her eyes to steal one last frantic glimpse of him. She saw him watching her, with an unreadable mosaic of emotions on his face. Her arms flailed weakly towards him as that unbearable tightness exploded inside of her. Her mouth opened to let out a silent scream, while time stood still. And the world disappeared in a blanket of bright whiteness before her eyes.
When the world game back to focus, she found him bending over her perilously, still thrusting, in time with the aftershocks that ran through her body. His lips opened to say a soundless word. He tried again, this time his breath managing to catch the last syllable of what he was trying to say. She reached out to steady him. This time, he was able to time his voice with his breath. Her eyes misted with emotion as she heard him say it for the first time.
"Tooru."
And he said her name again… and again… and again. Over and over like a spiritual mantra while struggling to catch up with the sensations he was feeling within him. She made an involuntary gasp at the pressure when he stabbed her forcefully in one final thrust, as if attempting to bury his entire self in her. This time, it was her who watched his beautiful sweaty face contort painfully, as he pulsed inside of her, reaching his completion.
Trying hard to catch their breaths, she felt him rest his forehead against hers for a moment and steal a quick kiss, before pushing away to collapse beside her as the strength in his arms began to fail him. She made a small involuntary sound at the sensation of him quickly pulling out from his sudden movement. She turned to her side to face him, legs still twined with his, to compensate for the now uncomfortable empty feeling she felt inside of her.
"I love you," She whispered again as she tenderly pushed the strands of sweaty hair covering his face
He replied simply by reaching over to give her another kiss, letting them bathe in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"I think…" She managed to utter before his lips claimed hers again as if to silence her, she
managed to break away and continued, "…that was your cue."
"I know," He mumbled as he continued his assault by targeting her neck
"Well?" She wiggled away from him and smiled at him expectantly
He finally stopped and smiled back at her, "I won't say it until you come back."
The smile automatically dropped from her face, "That's blackmail."
"Nope…As Hatori always said to me," He shook his head mischievously, "THAT is positive
reinforcement."
She glared at him in mock indignation as she prepared to give him a punishment hug, "I'll positive reinforcement you!"
His mind may have forgotten the skills he harnessed from the years of martial arts training, but apparently his body didn't. He deftly caught her and pinned her arms helplessly over her head while expertly straddling her thighs, causing her to be deliciously immobile, in one swift move.
"You're not being fair," She pouted defiantly He simply laughed and bent down to plant another slow leisurely kiss on her lips, causing their slowing pulse to hasten its pace again.
"You know," He said as they paused for breath as a thought occurred to him, "We didn't even get to use Hanajima-san's thoughtful gift."
"Eh?" She blinked, trying to clear the reawakening desire clouding her train of thought, "Well then… if it's not a false alarm, just think of it as another incentive for me to come back." She lifted her head, begging for another kiss.
Instead he bent over her ear and let out a quiet whisper.
"I love you."
She stared at his smiling face, suddenly feeling clear headed, "I thought you weren't going to say it until I came back."
"I think…" he said as he released her arms, "…I've given…", he cupped her face with his hands, "…you…" and bent down to shower her face with soft kisses, "…enough incentives…"
"Sou…" she agreed with a small laugh before closing her eyes, and letting the sensation caused by one of his incentives wash over her.
~OWARI~
Author's squawk:
Mona-chan and your persistence… <SIGH> Well, here is the final version of my first (and possibly last) lemon fic. Damn! This is the longest FURUBA fic I've ever written! Special thanx to my very good friend Meach (and substitute Mom) who has given me lots of encouragement and even beta-read this monstrosity despite the fact that she knows how embarrassing writing this. Also I'd like to give a very special thanx to Mona-chan (I think everyone should thank Mona-chan if you enjoyed this fic) for issuing this challenge in the first place. This is my first lemon fic, so my inexperience with this genre probably shows. Gomen for the flowery language… I just can't get myself to type the… uh… technical terms. ^_^.
Well, just to let you know… my original follow-up to "Wandering" is actually a Kyou-Kagura (no sex!!! ^_^.) reaction scene. Well… it's mostly a Kyou introspective piece. But I still couldn't connect myself and get into the head to the "future" Kyou I envisioned. Of course when latest chapter in HTY showed up and reflected the emotions that Kyou has for Tooru in the fic… GAH! I just got too excited about it and my mind went blank! I'll probably write it eventually (yeah, famous last words…). But until then, I still have a four-year-old JQ epic two chapters and one epilogue away from conclusion, a CCS monstrosity still stuck in the Clow Reed chapter, and a FURUBA alt univ that's going nowhere… with no time to write anything else at all!!! <Ina-chan starts to cry>
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