Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Nurse Angel ❯ One-Shot

Shigure rapped on the dressing room door. "Toooooru--kun~," he sing-songed, "Do you need help?"

"AH! No!" Came the almost instant reply.

"Come out, come out!" Ayame clapped his hands together, "The details must be perfect!"

There was another rustle and then a pregnant pause of silence. "Umm... Ummm... Ayame-san... I think the dress is too small." Tooru said uncertainly through the door.

Ayame grasped the door and pulled it open. "Impossible!" He cried.

Tooru stood shocked in the center of the little dressing room in a skimpy, pure white nurses uniform. She'd been caught in the act of trying to get one of the top buttons of the dress to button together. It was a losing battle; her cleavage was no way able to fit into the buttoned neckline.

Ayame pulled her out and batted her hands away. "No, no, no! This part is open."

There was no way that Tooru could stand up to the bustling force that was Ayame on a mission. He reached his hands under her skirt and fluffed out its expansive petticoats. He took the waist apron, untied it and retied it so tight that it forced an "eep!" out of Tooru. She didn't even have a chance to react when he unbuttoned another button on her top, making her breasts nearly bulge out of the straight-laced nurses top. Actually, Shigure reflected, the dress looked less like an actual nurses uniform and more like a sexy candy striper sex fantasy. Not that Tooru was aware of that. Shigure heartily approved.

Ayame stood back, leaving Tooru breathless and red-faced in the epicenter of the tornado he'd created. He paced around her in a slow deliberate circle. Tooru tracked him with her eyes, waiting for his next lightning quick strike. It could be anywhere and any minute.

Shigure was content to lean against the door and take in the vision she presented. The fluffy skirt was short, the petticoats holding it out stiffly from her body. It barely reached mid thigh. It was designed to show off the high white stockings that encased her legs and the delicate garters straps that clipped to them to hold them up.

Her shoes were pure white innocent mary janes, which some how upped the whole over-all sexiness of the outfit. Shigure's eyes traveled appreciatively back up to her cleavage. He'd always known she was rather well built, but the uber-tight nurse's top, halfway unbuttoned, pushed them together and up as effectively as a corset. The collar of the dress emphasized the long sexy revelation of breasts. The sleeves were short and folded up in a playfully businesslike manner, leaving her arms bare. Shigure smiled slyly, Hatori wouldn't know what hit him. Lucky bastard.

Ayame turned away from Tooru and beamed at Shigure, "It's perfect! Isn't it perfect? Of course it's perfect, my genius knows no bounds!" He turned back to the startled girl, "Now all we need are accessories!"

He magically produced a simple silver bracelet with a Red Cross emblem pressed into it. It matched the Red Cross patch on her breast. He popped a stethoscope artistically around her neck, popping the listening piece in her breast pocket provocatively.

"Don't forget Aya." Shigure said playfully when Ayame's eyes began to search the room. "The crowning piece." He held up the little nurses cap with the Red Cross on it and walked over to Tooru ceremoniously. Ayame pouted, but Shigure wanted in on the fun at least a little bit. He placed the cap on Tooru's startled head and pinned it in place. He bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "Now you're the perfect Angel of Mercy."

Tooru blushed as he stepped back, fidgeting with the short skirt and shifting back and forth on her mary jane clad feet. "It's...It's not a bit too much?"

"Too much!?" Ayame posed dramatically, "Is the Eiffel Tower 'too much'? Is the smile on the Mona Lisa 'Too Much'? HOW could my artistry thought of any less?!"

"Ah!" Tooru hurried to apologize, "No! No! I meant... Ayame-san's dress is beautiful, and marvelous, and it's perfect..."

"I know." Ayame smiled, giving off sparkles.

"It's just... I meant... Isn't it a bit too much for me?" Tooru looked up uncertainly. "I'm not that pretty...don't I look silly... I don't know if this is the right thing to do..."

Shigure stepped in, grasping her hand. "Tooru, didn't you say you wanted to do anything you could for Hatori while he's ill?"

"Yes!" Tooru replied automatically, then her eyes slid away from his, "But..."

"I'm sure that seeing this pretty Tooru-kun and having her help him out will make Ha-san feel much better... Don't you want to do that one little thing for him?"

Tooru's eyebrows came down in a determined V. "Yes! Of course! I'll do anything to help Hatori-san!" She put up a hand and clenched it into a fist, "Even if I have to wear a small dress and embarrassing clothes I'll definitely do it if it will help Hatori-san!"

"Good girl!" Shigure clapped his hand around her shoulder and guided her out the door. "Lets get in the cab!" Ayame followed after skipping and holding a bouquet of heart-shaped and get well soon balloons in one hand and little doctor's bag in the other.

Tooru wasn't given time to protest as the cab drove them from Aya's shop to Hatori's house on the compound. Shigure got out and paced slowly around the house to make sure the coast was clear and then gestured to Ayame. He burst out of the cab, pulling a trench coat clad Tooru out. He stood her in front of Hatori's door and quickly stripped her of her jacket in on fluid movement. Before she had time to gather her breath or even start to feel the cold he thrust the balloons into one nerveless hand and the doctors bag in the other. Next thing she knew she was thrust through the good doctor's door and was standing in his entryway.

"Take good care of Tori!" She heard as the door slid shut behind her with a click.

"Make sure not to come out unless one of us comes for you!" Shigure hissed through the thin door, "We don't want to get Ha-san in trouble..." He didn't have to say with whom. Tooru shivered. She never particularly wanted to see Akito-san, but she certainly didn't want to meet with him in this outfit. "Call when you're ready to come home...Now go cheer up Ha-san..."

"Ja!" Ayame called in what he probably considered a whisper, "Bye-bye, our Angel!"

Tooru could hear the cab door's slam and the engine rev and leave. She bit her lip and looked wide-eyed around her expecting Hatori to pop up any minute. When he didn't appear to see who had come into his house she hesitantly stepped into the house. She reluctantly took off her mary jane's, knowing Ayame would be disappointed to find out Hatori hadn't gotten a chance to see her in them. She opened the doctor's bag and took out the slippers he'd given her just in case. They were white and had red crosses decorating the top.

She padded quietly through the entryway and was about to enter the hallway when she had a sudden bout of worry. Perhaps he hadn't heard her come in? She didn't want to startle him. Perhaps she should make some noise? But the whole reason she was here was because Hatori was ill. What if he was sleeping? She didn't want to wake him.

"Um...Um..." She compromised and called in a soft whisper, "Hatori-san?" She stepped into the hallway, the balloons rustling against her dress and the walls sounding deafening in the silent house.

She heard a soft moan and her heart lept into her throat. She walked quickly down the hall and towards the noise. "Hatori-san?" She said again, worried now. Shigure had said that Hatori had a cold, nothing serious, but that he didn't have anyone to tend him. She'd offered right away to go and help. She shouldn't have let Ayame and Shigure delay her with their "Cheer Up Hatori and Make him Well" outfit.

She knocked lightly on the door and waited just long enough for another muffled sound to make her burst through the door. She dropped the bag by the door and let the balloons spread themselves across Hatori's low bedroom ceiling. He was in bed, his hair plastered to his forehead. He had a mound of blankets on top of him but he still shivered. There was a nearly empty pitcher of water on the end table next to him.

Tooru quickly knelt by the bed. "Hatori-san!" She put a hand to his forehead.

He was burning up! He cracked and eye and gave her a confused look before lapsing back onto the pillow. "Water..." he croaked.

Tooru quickly poured what was left of the pitcher into a waiting glass and helped him to drink it. He gave a relieved gasp and lay back a little more comfortably against the pillows and fell asleep. Tooru grabbed the pitcher and went looking for the kitchen

Hatori was much sicker than she'd expected him to be. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to care for him properly. He needed a real nurse. She filled the pitcher and then started to walk back to the bedroom. Spying the hallway phone she decided to call Shigure at Ayame's. He'd know what to do.

She put the pitcher on the floor and waited impatiently for the phone to pick up. Maybe they weren't back yet?

"Hellllllooooo! Ayame's Shop is closed today, I know you must be very disappointed but please call again tomorrow!" Ayame's voice said cheerily on the line.

"Ayame-san?!" Tooru said desperately, fearing he'd hang up. "Please! Hatori-san is much more ill than we thought! Is Shigure-san there?"

Shigure watched Ayame's careless face transform instantly into a tense mask, "What's wrong with him?" Ayame asked sounding scared.

"He's burning up with fever. I gave him some water but I don't think he even knows I'm here." Tooru's voice was beginning to shake.

"Did you take his temperature?" Shigure's voice came onto the line, he'd picked up when he'd seen Ayame start to look panicked. "His bag should be by the door," Shigure's voice was quick and full of confidence, "You'll find a thermometer in there."

"Go and find out what his temperature is and then come back to us." Shigure commanded, trying to will Tooru into calmness over the phone. He knew once she started acting she'd be ok. She was stronger than even she knew.

Ayame poked his head out of the doorway and called up the stairs to where Shigure had run to get on the other extension. "Do you think Tori is seriously ill?"

Shigure considered, "I don't think so. He said he had a virus, a 24-hour bug. He said it was nasty but should run its course by morning. If his temperature isn't too high he'll probably be fine."

Tooru ran down the hall and grabbed Hatori's bag. She ran back to his bedroom and sat knelt back down. She roused him gently and got him to take the thermometer in his mouth. He looked at her blinking in confusion, no hint of recognition there. He was pliant though and did what she told, holding the thermometer under his tounge till she took it out. He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately as she hurried back to the phone. She picked up the dangling receiver.

"Shigure-san?" She asked breathlessly. "Shigure-san?"

"Yes, I'm here." Shigure said calmly, willing her to be calm too, "What's the temperature?"

"It's 99.9..." She paused and took a deep breath trying to steel herself, "... is that very bad?" She could feel tears pricking at the back of her eyes as she waited for Shigure's answer. Colds and illnesses were serious things. People could die from them. Her father had.

Shigure felt a rush of relief. Hatori had long drilled him in what to do if he'd fallen ill. As the Junninshi doctor it had long been a worry that the dragon himself would fall ill. It was doubly dangerous for the family because if his form was discovered while being treated he'd most likely be out of commission and unable to erase the memories.

There were a few inner circle members with some training, but none prepared to handle something serious. But thankfully, Hatori's cautious nature had led him to school Shigure in how to recognize a truly serious condition from something less worrisome. A fever of less than 100 wasn't much of a worry. But just to be sure, better to pin down the rest of the symptoms.

"Does it look like he's been throwing up? Vomiting? What's his breathing like...clear?" Shigure listed off what Hatori had told him to check for, "And check his pulse..."

"It doesn't sound like he's too bad off," Shigure said reassuringly, "But I just want you to check."

Tooru gave a quick okay and ran back to check Hatori.

Tooru had to let her own breath and pulse calm before she could effectively listen to Hatori. Instead she busied herself with straightening out Hatori's bed sheets and blankets. He was all tangled up in them. From what she could see he hadn't been throwing up, there wasn't any evidence of it on the blankets and he didn't stink of it.

She held her breath and listen to his breathing, it sounded deep and clear. Suddenly remembering the stethoscope around her neck she pulled it out. The head seemed to have been kept warm so tightly pressed against her breast in its pocket. She experimentally placed the head to her own chest; it seemed like it worked. She pulled back Hatori's blankets and sheets and held it hesitantly over his chest...would he transform if she touched him with it on his chest? Not if she didn't actually touch him with her hands she decided and gently and carefully placed it over his chest.

His breathing sounded just like hers, clear and easy.

She went to reach for his wrist to check his pulse, feeling much calmer now. When it moved on it's own she jumped. She looked up to see Hatori staring down at her looking perplexed.

"Who are you?" He croaked. He paused as if trying to figure out if he should be polite or rude to her. "Are you a friend of my fathers?"

"I'm Honda Tooru." Tooru introduced herself, feeing a bit silly and concerned. When her name didn't seem to ring a bell and he started to look mulish and like he might start fighting her she quickly added, "I'm a friend of Shigure-san's." She thought for a second, "And Ayame-san's."

His eyebrows drew apart and he looked her up and down, "Ohhh..."

"I... I need to check your pulse." Tooru said hesitantly. He didn't look upset anymore, but he didn't look like he trusted her either. And the way he was looking at her was making her very uncomfortable. She was suddenly very aware of how short her skirt was and how much cleavage she was showing him. She didn't want to go reaching for his hand without his permission.

His eyebrows knit again. "Why?"

"B-because Hatori-san is ill." She said hesitantly, "Shigure-san told me to check."

Hatori sighed and threw himself back against his pillows exasperatedly and very much out of character. It was frustratingly hard to think. It was just like Shigure to sic a pretty young girl on him while he wasn't feeling well. He was probably somewhere laughing at him. He glanced back at the girl and was surprised to see her looking teary. She must be afraid of not getting paid if she didn't go through with her "examination". Shigure had to have sense enough not to tell her to go to far so letting her take his pulse was probably harmless. He really didn't feel like having to comfort a crying girl either. He thrust out an arm to her. "Check then."

Tooru took his wrist and listened to his pulse, carefully counting. She bit her lip, 90...

"What's wrong?" Asked Hatori crossly when the girl didn't release his arm. She should have been able to get his pulse by now. He glanced at her and then glanced away. God, Shigure knew how to pick them. She was just his type, innocent looking, sweet...and that outfit had to be from Ayame. Why did they both enjoy tormenting him so?

"It's.... It's 90..." Tooru whispered, "But I don't know if that's good or bad..." Her eyes began to fill with tears. What if that was really bad? Hatori was still looking at her like he didn't know her and it was scary.

"It's fine...almost normal." Hatori said gently, recognizing that the girl was very near panic.

"Really?" Tooru didn't stop to think that Hatori might not be thinking rationally since he obviously still didn't know who she was; she wanted to believe what he said. She beamed at him, glowing with relief. "Thank god!"

"Ah...Un..." She'd seemed pretty enough before, but now she was absolutely adorable. That smile transformed her.

She leapt up, "I'll go tell Shigure-san."

"Is he here?" Hatori asked in confusion looking around. Damn dog, if he was here he'd never hear the end of it. He knew he had to be blushing.

Tooru sweat-dropped. "Ah...no. Shigure-san is waiting on the phone." Hatori's shoulders relaxed and she smiled. She gave a little bow, "I'll be back in a minute, please excuse me."

Hatori was glad she didn't look back, his face was scarlet now and he was sure his pulse had gone up as well. A girl shouldn't bow so low when she was wearing a dress like that. Especially if she wasn't wearing a bra. He lay back on the pillows. It wasn't such an unpleasant way to be sick.

Tooru hurried back down the hall and reported her findings to Shigure and Ayame. Shigure assured both of them that he was ill, but not dangerously so. Tooru gave a deep sigh of relief. "But, Shigure-san, Hatori-san doesn't recognize me at all..." Her brows knit, "Isn't that a bad sign?"

Shigure honestly didn't know, but didn't want to panic her by saying so. "Ha-san told me that as long as the pulse is fine, breathing is clear and temperature isn't too high or low or vomiting excessively that we shouldn't worry. It's probably just a side effect of his illness. Maybe because of the fever..." He shook his head. "If Tooru-chan doesn't mind though, perhaps you should stay the night at Ha-san's. Keep checking his temperature and other things... if it changes for the worse, call. Can you do that?"

"Yes! Yes! I'll definitely do that!" Tooru said eagerly. As scary as it was to deal with Hatori while he was ill, it was a much scarier thought to be home and not knowing what's wrong with him.

"Take good care of Tori." Ayame broke his long silence. "Please."

Tooru's face gentled and she cradled the phone against her, "Don't worry Ayame-san. I'll make sure to watch over Hatori-san."

"We know we can count on Tooru-kun." Shigure smiled into the phone. "You better get back to him now." It wasn't working out the way he planned, but he was sure Hatori would appreciate Tooru's tender care when he came to his senses. And it did make him feel better to know that his friend would be carefully watched through the night. If he wasn't better tomorrow there would be cause to worry, but Hatori had said himself it was just a nasty 24-hour bug.

"Hai." Tooru said softly and hung up the phone. She picked up the pitcher she'd long ago left on the floor. She went back to the kitchen and added a bunch of ice cubes to it and went back to the bedroom. She steeled herself a bit before she knocked lightly and entered. She didn't know what Hatori's reaction was going to be.

She shouldn't have worried. When she got back he was sound asleep, though restlessly moving around. She went to the bathroom and found some washcloths took out a shallow bowl. She wet one of the cloths and laid them on his forehead. It seemed to sooth him and he seemed to fall more quickly asleep.

It was the start of a very strange afternoon into evening. At first Tooru was afraid to leave Hatori's side, she didn't want to miss some sudden change in his condition. She woke him once and took all his temperature, and made sure everything else remained unchanged. He'd behaved like a large doll, obeying her but not reacting.

Other times he would wake, and she never knew what reaction she would get. Sometimes she had to explain all over again who she was, sometimes he's suddenly resume a conversation they'd started earlier, sometimes he'd ask for Ayame or Shigure or even Momiji and get mad when she told him they weren't there. It was all together un-Hatori like.

The most embarrassing was the time he seemed to know just who she was, who she really was, not just know her from her brief introductions. He'd said things to her that she was sure he'd never say had he not been delirious.

He'd told her she was pretty. That he hair had looked nice against the shining lake last summer and he'd always wanted to tell her. He told her she should smile more. He rambled about how she probably looked pretty in a swimsuit, and that yellow was the color that suited her best. Yellow, or white, or pink. He couldn't decide.

She tried not to listen to closely, not wanting him to be embarrassed when he came to his senses. She couldn't help the color staining her cheeks though, she'd never realized Hatori had paid much attention to her. But from the comments he was letting drop now he'd been watching her closely for quite some time. He told her he liked her yellow sundress best and then compared and contrasted it to other outfits she'd worn.

Sometimes he'd be surprisingly serious, suddenly switching topics. "I think Yuki hates me." He said once when Tooru was trying to get him to eat some soup she'd made for dinner. His voice was plaintive and sad. "I don't blame him."

"Yuki-kun doesn't hate you." She hastened to assure him, "I'm sure he has nothing but respect for Hatori-san."

Hatori shook his head deliberately. "No. I erased his friends' memories, and I didn't help him when I should have." He looked up at her sadly, "I don't blame him." He stopped talking and let her finish feeding him his soup and then went to sleep.

Tooru washed the dishes and refilled his water pitcher, and ate something herself. She gave Shigure a call to update him on Hatori's condition and make plans for him picking her up tomorrow if everything when well. Then she found a cushion in another room and sat down to watch over him for the rest of the night.

She wasn't happy that Hatori was ill, but she was grateful for this opportunity to help him. She also thought she'd know Hatori much better after this was over and was glad. She'd always been intrigued by the quiet doctor.

She watched him sleep, he looked a lot younger when he slept. The stern lines of his face eased, and his worries seemed to slough off of his shoulders. She lay another cloth over his forehead and brushed his hair back. It was silky even through the sweat.

A faint smile lit his lips at her touch and she blushed. She wanted to trace his jaw line and those thin lips but drew back her hand guiltily instead. She didn't have the right to infringe on him that way.

She sat back on her cushion to watch over him and must have begun to doze because she was startled awake when his almost dry cloth fell against her hand. Her breath caught as she realized that he was flailing about under his blankets.

She jumped to her feet and tried to calm him. "Shhh... Hatori-san, Shh..."

He grabbed at her hand, once again looking at her like she was a stranger. "I'm freezing," he chattered, "I'm freezing."

She sat on the edge of the bed and tried to tuck his blankets around him more tightly. It took some effort, but she finally managed to take his temperature, it hadn't changed. He must be feeling cold because of the virus she thought.

She tried to think of what else she could do to warm him up. He had all the blankets in the house piled on his bed. She half-remembered something from health class about body heat being the best way to keep a person warm. Hatori was so upset about being cold that she had to do something to calm him or he'd only make himself more ill.

She spoke to him soothingly and slowly crawled under the sheets and towards him. It took some talking because he was confused and very distracted by his chill, but she got him to face away from her so she could snuggle as close as possible. It was stifling under the heavy blankets for her, but it was worth it. She didn't know if it was her body heat or just her closeness, but he calmed down and stopped shivering.

Despite her self-consciousness, the heavy heat and the ups and downs of the day took their toll and she drifted off to sleep as he did. She got up a few times in the night, once to refill his pitcher of water, other times to get fresh cloths or to move when he'd shifted carelessly close where he might transform accidentally. She daren't go back to her cushion though; now that she'd crawled under the sheets to warm him he got upset if she was gone.

She got up one last time when she woke when he rolled over to face her and had started to inch too close. She sleepily yawned and walked around the bed quickly sliding into bed on the other side before he could realize he was gone. Half-asleep she automatically snuggled close to his back which seemed to calm him the most. She drifted into a sound sleep and didn't notice when he woke again.

Hatori woke groggily and with fierce cottonmouth. There was a full pitcher of water by the bed and he sat up and poured himself a full glass. He gulped it down and then slid back under the sheets. The water chilled him and he snuggled into the blankets.

He heard a sleepy half moan and felt arms gently rub his back and a feminine voice say, "shh..shh..."

He froze and sat very still. Who was in bed with him?

As if sensing his sudden tenseness and fear the the mystery hands continued to run soothingly over his back. One snaked up to run through his hair, smoothing it back. "It's okay Hatori-san, go back to sleep." The voice was slow and drawling but immediately recognizable.

For some reason, Honda Tooru was in bed with him.

The hands dropped away and he felt the weight at his back shift away from him. He felt her shift and settle and tried to puzzle out what was happening. Why was Tooru in his bed?

The whole situation had a sensation of unreality to him. Perhaps he'd dreamed the hands? He was ill after all, and fever dreams could be pretty convincing. The only way to know was to roll over and look.

He took a deep breath and rolled over.

There was definitely a Tooru in his bed.

He sat up and pulled back the covers. It didn't look like any Tooru he'd ever seen in waking life before. She was spilling out of a corset-like nurse uniform, and had a rumpled petticoat skirt spread around her. It certainly didn't look like anything she'd willingly sleep in. And certainly she'd never crawl into his bed looking like that.

Dreaming. He must be dreaming.

He sighed, it was a bit strange knowing you were dreaming. It wasn't as if he'd never had dreams like these before, and certainly not the first time that the sweet and innocent Tooru had been a major feature. The nurse's costume was new though; he'd never seen that before. He kind of liked it.

He stretched out next to her and looked at the white stockings and garters attaching them, following them up to the ruffled petticoats. This dream was so real! He gently lifted the skirts to see what panties his subconscious had put her in, if any.

She wore a pair of small delicate white panties, cut low so that they showed off her bellybutton. It was decorated with a little red cross just below the band and even with the line of her bellybutton

Cute, they matched her uniform...This was an incredibly detailed dream, he reflected. He looked up to her chest, rising slowly up and down and then at her still face and hair spread out against the pillow. He lay and watched her sleep.

This dream was very strange. Usually when he dreamt about her she acted aggressive, the body was Tooru's but the personality wasn't. It was a bit pleasant this way, but he wished she would wake up.

He waited a moment again when he realized how silly that was. It was his dream. He shouldn't have to wait. He ran a hand hesitantly over her thigh, watching her reaction. She didn't quite wake, but she moved and turned into his touch, moving closer. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips.

Tooru's eyes fluttered open, focusing in on Hatori's face hovering above hers. His face was bland, hard to read as always. But he was almost smiling at her, and he looked like she knew who she was. She smiled in relief, "Hatori-san?"

Her eyes widened as he bent over and kissed her. Completely amazed she didn't protest or pull away, pliantly accepting it. He pressed his advantage, deepening the kiss. Her eyelids fluttered shut under the onslaught. He pulled back finally, letting Dream Tooru gasp for breath.

He wondered what her reaction would be. Would she suddenly become like the other times he'd dreamt of her? Aggressive? He rather hoped not...

As if listening to his thoughts she instead just blinked at him, looking confused. It was just how he imagined Tooru really would react if he suddenly kissed her.

He smiled at her, his hand traveled up her thigh again. She gasped, finally prodded into action. She sat up and drew away from him a little. "Is...Is Hatori-san...well?" She asked hesitantly. She thought he'd come back to being normal, but there was no way Hatori would suddenly kiss her and touch her like...that.

Hatori smiled. She was blushing! So cute! Her little nurse's cap was askew and she was looking up at him with wide-eyes. He brushed way a stray hair from her face and once again marveled at the reality of the dream. Her question finally registered. Ah, well, it made sense with that outfit that she'd be inquiring about his health.

"I'm fine." He said softly and bent down to kiss her again. She drew back unexpectedly, looking at him doubtfully.

She inched back from him trying to think of what she should do. Hatori was not acting like himself. "W-would Hatori-san mind if I took his temperature...?" She managed finally, she should check to make sure that all the things Shigure had told her to check where still the same.

"My temperature?" Hatori sat back from her a little, that was unexpected. This dream was so weird... he hoped it wasn't about to get...uncomfortable.

Tooru nodded and slipped out of bed to where she'd left the thermometer and stethoscope. "Hatori-san has been ill," she explained. She'd needed to tell Hatori over and over again that he was ill. He didn't seem to realize it. Perhaps if she took his temperature and pulse, he'd have time to come to his senses. He looked uncertain so she smiled and tried to look reassuring. "I just need Hatori-san to hold this under his tongue for a minute."

Hatori relaxed a bit, so she wanted to play doctor? He could play along with that. "Fine then." He smiled and let her bustle over with her thermometer. He enjoyed the casual peek down her dress as she sat next to him and carefully watched his desk clock to make sure he held it long enough.

She took out the thermometer and looked at it seriously. Hatori couldn't help but smile; she looked so cute when she was determined. He'd always thought so. He couldn't resist kissing her lightly on her neck.

She gasped and spun a little. "Hatori-san!" She scootched away a bit, blushing and trying to ignore the amused look he was giving her.

Hatori laughed to himself. A wet dream he had to seduce, he probably was still ill... It was enjoyable though, since he'd never have a chance to do this in anything other than a dream.

Tooru didn't know what to do. With the way he was acting now she had no idea what would be the best way to handle things, but she still hadn't listened to his breathing or taken his pulse. She fiddled with the stethoscope guiltily.

Hatori felt a funny flop in his stomach at her stricken look; he took a little mercy on her. "What do you need to check next?"

"I-I should check Hatori-san's breathing." She said hesitantly. She looked at him under her lashes. That could be dangerous. It would take her close to him to check that.

Hatori unbuttoned his pajama's top and smiled an invitation. Tooru blushed but slowly inched closer, placing the earpieces of the stethoscope in place. She looked up at Hatori uncertainly. He was looking a little too pleased. She shivered; it was strange to have Hatori looking at her like that so openly. She tried to distract herself with her work and placed the listening piece against his chest. He gasped, it was cold after sitting so long on the table. Tooru drew it back looking at him apologetically.

It was interesting though, watching the skin on his chest pimple in reaction. She took the stethoscope and placed it over his other lung and watched the muscle jump. His skin was smooth and hairless. She'd always thought of him as slim and spare, but his chest was firmer than she would have thought. There wasn't an ounce of extra weight on him, but instead of looking weak it was more like a dancer or a martial artist's chest. It was toned and strong without exuding power.

Hatori shivered under her touch. This Dream Tooru was being such a tease.

Tooru looked up at him, face full of worry. "Is Hatori-san cold? I'm sorry!" She'd been distracted with looking at his body. She'd forgotten how ill he was. She started to button up his shirt but his hands came up to cover hers. "Doesn't Tooru-kun have to check anything else?"

Tooru looked up and saw that Hatori had come uncomfortably close. His hand moved to cover a breast and she shivered herself. She didn't know how to react, should she push him away? Surely he didn't realize what he was doing?

She decided to try to ignore the hand, perhaps he'd have one of his mood shifts and take it away himself. She didn't want to embarrass him. Her nipple was tightening through the thin cloth of the dress and sending strange sensations through her. She couldn't help but stammer. "I-I...I should listen to Hatori-san's pulse."

She started to reach for his wrist again, but Hatori pulled away. Instead he pulled back his collar from his neck and tapped its side. "It's easier to find here," he invited.

Tooru leaned in and pressed her hand against his neck, finding his pulse. She counted to herself silently almost finished when she felt Hatori's hands begin to move again. She gasped and lost count. His hands were covering her breasts and his head dropped to kiss her neck.

"Hatori-san!" She said frantically.

"Tooru-had her turn..." He said between kisses. "Now I should return the favor."

He put his head to her chest. "Mmm...Tooru-kun's pulse seems high..."

He sat back and took the stethoscope from her and flicked the few straining buttons on her top open. Her breasts burst free. No bra, he noted, finally this dream was picking up. He liked the blush that was spreading over her creamy skin.

He took the head of the stethoscope and ran it in gentle circles over her budding nipple. She shivered delightfully and looked up at him with wide eyes. She started to speak and he moved the stethoscope to her chest. "Breathe deep," he commanded.

She obeyed automatically and breathed deep, thrusting her breasts forward. He brought up a hand to support one, cupping it and rubbing a thumb against the now perky nipple and she gasped.

"Hm...Breathing is erratic..." He grinned at her startled and blushing face. "Tooru-kun doesn't seem to be doing to well...who is the ill one here?"

"Hatori-san!" Tooru protested, but was interrupted when he popped the thermometer in her mouth. Her eyes widened, Hatori was moving so fast. She couldn't believe the situation she'd gotten herself into. Here she was sitting with Hatori with her top open and his hand on her breast and a thermometer in her mouth!

She started to speak but Hatori looked at her sternly. "Tsk. Tooru-kun should know better, no talking till we get your temperature." He rubbed her nipple again and she squirmed, her lips pursing around the thermometer. He bent down and did what he'd wanted to do for a while, licking lightly at her other nipple.

"Ah!" Tooru gasped and the thermometer fell out.

Hatori looked up at her and she recoiled guilty. He picked up the thermometer and shook it. "Now we have to start all over."

He leaned into her and she slid backwards on the bed trying to back up from him. She forgot that her chest was exposed and bouncing as she slid back. Her motion started to scrunch up her skirt revealing an expanse of milky thigh.

He was quicker than her, better balanced on the bed. He reached out and snagged her hip, pulling her back. Her skirt was now up around her waist and he could see her cute panties, cross and all.

"Tooru should know better than to argue with the doctor." Hatori scolded, popping the thermometer back in her mouth. "Now, no talking till that's finished."

Tooru looked up at him, her face scarlet. His hand slid up to rub at her nipple and she squirmed again. She was beginning to wonder if she really was ill, she was starting to feel so flushed and warm. Completely new sensations were rushing through her and everything was moving so fast.

Hatori felt her squirm under his hand, and smiled. He had to kiss her, moving from her neck down over her chest. He brought up his other hand so he could cup both her breasts and he loved her little squirm. She made a muffled noise around the thermometer and he glanced from her to the clock, it was past due to take it out.

He popped it out and glanced at it briefly. "No fever...but Tooru-kun is all flushed it's hard to believe." She started to speak but he cut her off with a deep kiss.

Her breathing quickened again and she started to wonder what she was struggling against. Hatori's kiss was nice and his hands were making her feel unusual things, but they were more than pleasant. A hand reached down to stroke her panties and all thoughts flew out of her head.

"Perhaps I should do a more thorough examination." Hatori commented, breaking off the kiss.

Tooru looked up at him and swallowed. Hatori looked very determined.

"But...But...Hatori-san... I'm...I'm not ill.." She whispered, it was hard to speak as his long fingers alternated running over her panties and over her thigh.

Hatori advanced on her and she was forced to lie back against the pillows to try to back away from him, "Tooru-kun." He said sternly. "Who is the doctor here?"

He was looming over her now, trapping her on the bed. "Hatori-san is," she began, "but..."

"Just look at your condition," he cut her off. He dipped to kiss a nipple, "Breathing hard," he licked it and she gasped a fresh blush spreading across her cheeks and chest, "...flushed..." His hand wandered again over her panties and he cupped her there. "And this part seems very warm..."

"Is this normal for Tooru-kun?" He asked carelessly, massaging her lightly, making her wriggle.

She shook her head wordlessly. She'd never felt anything like this before.

He smiled and kissed her again, deep and long. He took his hand and put it under the fabric of her panties, loving the wet sloppy feel of her under his hand.

Tooru gasped and shuddered under his touch. He looked at her and shook his head. "This could be something serious, I must examine this further." He sat back and watched her gasp, spread out on the bed sheets. "I'm concerned about Tooru-kun..." He said gently. "Will she let me do this?" It was silly he supposed to get permission from a dream, but he wanted to hear her consent.

Tooru's pulse raced and she looked up at the man hovering over her. He was looking at her so lovingly and she was feeling so good. The whole scene had become dreamlike and hazing in her mind as her arousal grew. It had an air of unreality and it was like she had no choice. She didn't want this to stop. She gulped and nodded.

"If...if...Hatori-san thinks it's best..." she said softly.

Hatori smiled and kissed her again, and this time she responded following his lead. This dream was so sweet, so real. He hoped he remembered it when he woke up. He hoped he wouldn't wake up any time soon.

Tooru was wishing something similar. She knew Hatori wasn't thinking as he normally would, she hoped he didn't come to himself too soon and stop. The feelings he'd awakened in her didn't want to be denied.

But then he moved his hand over her private parts and she felt a thrill of fear. This was a little much. The kisses where nice, but those feelings she felt when he moved his hand down there were so new, so strong. What else was he going to do? Was it going to get stronger? Could she handle that...?

Hatori smiled at the nervous flash that crossed her features. "Shh..." He said soothingly, kissing down her neck and moving to cover a breast. "Just relax..." He suckled at a breast and gently moved his hand under her panties rubbing gently. She gave a little confused mew and squirmed against him, obviously perplexed at what she should do, about how she should behave. He decided to back off a little, go a little slower...

He sat back and let her gasp for a minute looking her over, her exposed breasts, her rucked up skirt. He shook his head, "Mmm...first thing we should do is get those constrictive clothes off..." He murmured.

He unbuttoned the rest of the top, the buttons stopping at the waist. He paused to kiss at her breasts and caress her shoulders. Tooru allowed herself to be slowly divested of the dress, helping him get it off her arms and moaning as he kissed at her. She really liked it when he touched her breasts. He sensed this and cupped their heavy weight in pleased satisfaction.

He suckled at her ready nipples and watched as her skin changed color, one pleased blush to the next. Her hands came up to run through his hair, trying to keep him there. It was time to get her out of her skirt though...it was starting to hamper his efforts to get closer to her.

He moved down, kissing and licking at her stomach and struggled with the tight apron that was preventing him from pulling the skirt down. He finally got the tight bow undone and threw it aside.

He pulled the skirt down over her hips and kissed at her belly and the soft little bulge over the little cross on her panties. His lips curved. She still had on a garter belt, pure white and lacy, it held up her sheer white stockings. It wasn't in the way so he decided it could stay.

"Thats better." He said softly, looking up at Tooru. She was panting and looking at him with rolling eyes. He helped her lift her feet out of the dress freeing it from her completely. "Can Tooru breath easier now?"

Tooru nodded and shivered. Her nipples were rock hard and there were such strange, wonderful feelings ricocheting through her. Hatori smiled, tracing up her arm lightly with his fingers. He watched her skin pimple and asked playfully, "Is Tooru-kun cold?"

He tsked, "I'd better warm you up... in your state a chill could be serious." He started to unbutton his shirt and watched her eyes widen. "The best way to get you warm is body heat..."

Tooru watched as his smooth olive skin emerged from his pjs... She'd actually seen him naked before, but this was something new, she'd never gotten to just look at him before. He tossed his shirt aside and paused to kiss her and her arms came around his neck. He drew back and started to pull down his pants. She gulped and her eyes darted down and then up. She'd never gotten a good look at that before.

Hatori smiled at her hesitation. "An injection might be necessary, better to be ready."

Tooru flushed...an injection?

He covered her again, kissing the hollow between her breasts and then down over her stomach. She squirmed pleasingly under him and her hands came up to run through his hair and over his shoulders. He paused his kisses just above the cross on her panties...they'd have to go...

He unclipped her garters and slowly began to work them down, kissing at her stomach and thighs as he moved them down... He re-clipped the garters; he liked them and the stockings. They looked so sweet and innocent yet so sexy at the same time, just like Tooru.

He kissed at her thigh and then moved over to her trembling and waiting slit. It was weeping with moisture and looked ready for his attentions. He started with a simple kiss. Tooru gasped and her legs spread a little automatically. He smiled and gently spread the lips. Her little button was already out of its hood. He kissed and suckled at it. She squirmed and moaned and brought her hands to his head.

"H-hatori-san..." She moaned. "Ah...."

"Mmm..." Hatori smiled and began to lick at her, loving the warmth and wetness. He'd never had a dream so vivid. Hatori lifted his head. "Does that feel good?" He asked raspily. He had to stop, or he'd go to fast, it'd be over too soon.

Tooru nodded dreamily. That felt very good.

"Tooru-kun does seem to be breathing easier..." Hatori said crawling up to her. "But perhaps she should take some medicine..."

Tooru sat up looking at him uncertainly... "M...medicine?"

"Mmm...oral medication." Hatori said seriously. He picked up a hand and put it on his straining member. It most dreams she knew what to do; the foreplay was frustrating but rather fun...

Tooru looked down at the penis in her hand and went bright, bright red. Oral medication? He couldn't mean... but then... He'd done the same to her and it had felt very good, shouldn't she do for him what he'd done for her?

She wasn't certain how to begin, so she rubbed him with a hand gently trying to get her bearings. He moaned at her touch and she looked up at him with wide eyes. Something she did caused such a reaction?

He pulled her to the side and slid her gently off the bed sitting on the edge. It would be easier this way. In the manner of dreams there was even a convenient cushion for her to kneel on waiting by the bed.

Tooru took the hint and knelt between his legs. She looked seriously at him and then back up at him. He nodded at her encouragingly and her head dipped down.

She took it lightly in her hand and licked lightly at the head, testing and tasting. It was salty and a bit strange but not horrible. Hatori shuddered and couldn't help thrusting his hips a little.

She took the hint and popped the head into her mouth. Hatori groaned and ran his hands through her hair, knocking her cap even more askew. She tried to do what she thought would please him, moving her head up and down. Surely it would feel better the more she took in? What she couldn't manage to take in she used her hands to massage.

Hatori was inarticulate; this was the best dream ever. He knew how these dreams ended though... if he came it would be over...

He wasn't ready to wake up yet so he pulled her back. "That's a good girl, that's enough of that, too much medicine can make you ill..." he panted, aware he was babbling.

He pulled Tooru so she was standing and buried his face in her breasts again. He slid back into the bed and pulled her with him. She followed his lead and reclined back on the pillows. His hands caressed her breasts and stomach and he kissed her again. Her legs wrapped around his instinctively, her body wanting what he hadn't finished. One hand dipped down to test her and found her pleasingly wet and ready.

He moved over the top of her, kissing her as he pressed her beneath him. He used a knee to spread her legs apart and slowly began pressing into her. It was so warm and tight, so realistic. Was this really a dream? Then she thrust up against him and he stopped wondering. It was too good, how could it not be a dream?

He thrust in and out of her their needs building together. Her legs wrapped around him, drawing him closer and he buried into her as much as possible.

"Ha-to-ri..san." She breathed on each thrust. "Ah..."

"Tooru..." He whispered, regretting the end of this sweet dream as he came.

She clenched around him and came as well, crying his name one last time. Hatori collapsed on the bed beside her and kissed her one last time as he started to drift to sleep. He struggled to keep his eyes open, he hoped as he lost his battle that this would be a reoccurring dream.

Tooru lay panting, starting to drift to sleep on the wave of pleasure he'd released in her. She barely managed to have the coherence to pull the blankets up and around them before drifting to sleep. After all, Hatori was still ill, she didn't want him to catch a chill.