Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Presidential Perks ❯ One-Shot

AN: This is a oneshot inspired by a challenge issued on the Furuba Lemon Basket ML to create a fic based on a fanart image created by Ming. It was very scrumptious! =)

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"Thank you again for helping, Honda-san."

"You're welcome," she responded immediately. "But I was happy to help."

As the two walked side by side down the empty hallways, their fellow students having long ago made their escape with the last ringing of the bells that signaled school's end, the taller one shook his head in exasperation as he shifted one of the huge piles of papers he carried. He smiled at the one beside him, similarly burdened with a stack that well surpassed the one-foot mark.

"Nevertheless," he said, you shouldn't have had to do this. These are student council matters so, if anyone, it's the student council members who should be the ones handling this."

"But, Yuki-kun…the other student council members are gone."

Yes, they are, Yuki thought sourly.

He knew that the higher a position, the more responsibility was to be had - but this was ridiculous! Most of the time, he was the one doing all the work from making the decisions to doing the menial grunt work when his time could be better spent attending to other more important matters. And though the president had the power to delegate to ease the burden on his own shoulders, that power was completely useless when there was no one left around to delegate!

"I'm sorry for intruding upon you like this, Honda-san," he sighed.

"It's no trouble at all," she quickly refuted. "Since I don't have to work today, I have some free time."

"Time you should have relaxing, or doing whatever it is you want to do. You do enough for all of us as it is. You shouldn't have to bother with extra duties that aren't supposed to be yours in the first place."

"I really don't mind. And, Yuki-kun, you've been so busy with the student council lately; I hardly ever get to see you anymore. If doing a small errand like this means I can spend a little more time with you, maybe it's not such a bad thing, right?"

The warm smile that accompanied her words caught at his heart, caused it to stutter, and brought a light flush to his cheeks while he stiffened at the wave of emotion that flooded through him. Time should have accustomed him to the familiar effects she always to have on him, but it continued to take him unawares every time. Indeed, his problem only seemed to be becoming worse as the feelings she inspired in him kept getting stronger.

And his hold over them kept getting weaker.

There were nights when he couldn't sleep at night, because thoughts of her would give him no rest. She didn't know what she did to him, or at least he didn't think she did. And her, he didn't know what to do about her and the indecision was killing him. Something had to be done one way or the other, or else he ran the risk of being driven totally and completely insane.

Teenage hormones.

He hated them.

"Would it help if you appointed me an honorary student council member?"

He blinked, startled by the question. A glance showed her with brow creased in worried frown as she gazed up at him, large eyes glistening with concern. That, more than anything, told him better than any words that he'd been immersed in his inner musings too long.

He forced a reassuring smile. "What do you mean?"

"Well, if it bothers you so much that I'm helping when I'm not a student council member, then wouldn't making me an honorary one mean I have a right to help? And if that was the case, then you wouldn't have to worry anymore!"

His smile turned genuine. How could it not? The waves of earnestness and heartfelt concern that were rolling off of her were contagious. And he could only be grateful that she hadn't an inkling of the true source of his inner turmoil.

Her.

The way she made him feel, how the way she gazed at him tugged at the emotions that lay in his heart, it told him that it was more than just hormones. It was more than that but…

The hormones certainly didn't help.

"Well," he told her, "I'll consider the idea. Though I don't think giving you an honorary position just so you can do work for me is a very nice thing to do."

She laughed. "It's okay with me. Besides, doesn't being president mean you have some sort of fringe benefits?"

"Under normal circumstances, I believe the position is supposed to have a few perks attached to it. But I haven't noticed any of them so far, especially the benefit of having other members actually help with the work."

"Is it so very bad?" Concern was back in her voice, her expression. "I'm willing to lend more help if you need it."

"No, that's fine," he hastened to say. The last thing he wanted was her trying to take up even more responsibilities in her already more than full schedule. "Though I can't say that I don't wish things were better, they aren't as bad as it sounds, Honda-san."

Her expression was still doubtful.

"Really," he said reassuringly. "And if I ever do need more help, you'll be the first one I come to, okay?"

"Okay." She smiled. "So where was it that we're supposed to take these too?"

"The student council room."

"Umm…where is that?" She blushed. "I've never had to go there before."

"That's alright," he chuckled. "Just follow me and I promise not to get you lost."

She giggled.

"It's the next floor up so," he inclined his head towards the stairwell, "let's take these, shall we?"

She nodded her assent and proceeded ahead of him. Meanwhile, knowing how prone she was to accidents, he lagged just a little behind her, ready for the possible event that should she fall, he would be able to sweep in like a true prince rescuing a damsel in distress and halt her dangerous descent, or at the very least cushion her from the impact of landing on the hard tiled floors. Unfortunately, as noble as his intentions were on the surface, the result was slightly less so.

Damn hormones.

A part of him wondered dimly if he had subconsciously maneuvered himself in this position with other, less altruistic purposes, especially when he noticed a distinct lack of enthusiasm when it came to trying to force his eyes away from the swaying hem of her school uniform's short skirt that brushed the tops of her thighs with every step. And his position placed him at eye-level with that flirting hem that swished, swished, swished, inviting a closer look…and feel…at the concealed treasure that lay beneath.

Panting when he shouldn't be panting, sweating when he shouldn't be sweating, he stiffened and commanded resisting muscles to move back when he realized he had been slowly leaning closer and closer to those invitingly rounded mounds of her posterior. Though he could make most of his body do his bidding, he still couldn't tear his eyes away as he stared unblinking, waiting and savoring each jostling step that afforded him a glimpse of pale cotton molded to that most private of feminine places.

He savored…and he cursed.

Damnit! He'd been living with Shigure too long!

Deep down, he knew it was only excuse. But frustration was eating at him, eroding his common sense until he didn't care what was right or what was wrong. And being in close company with the oblivious source of his frustration, especially when they were virtually alone in an entire school building, was not helping the situation.

Not when the myriad possibilities of what they could be doing teased him.

Just as she was.

Another step, another jostle, another flip of flirty skirt, another glimpse of the forbidden…and another tightening of body that started edging into frustrated pain. Control was wearing thin and he could only be grateful that she wasn't facing him and seeing the strain that was no doubt painted in vivid detail across his features.

Then she stopped, and he realized they'd reached their floor. Before she could turn around to ask him where they should go next, he told her.

"Turn right, Honda-san." His lips pressed in a tight frown when the husky sound of his voice reached his ears, deeper and rougher than normal. He cleared his throat before continuing, "It's the fourth room down."

"Okay," she said softly.

From his angle slightly behind her as he trailed after her, he was afforded a view of her frowning features and wondered if she, too, had noticed the difference in his voice. Then she spoke and he knew she had.

"Yuki-kun, are you feeling alright? Your voice…it sounds like you might be getting sick again."

"No," he was quick to respond. "I'm fine, Honda-san."

"But -"

"We're here."

Never in his life had he been so happy to see the student council room before. But this time, he welcomed the familiar sight and the distraction it afforded as she blinked in confusion, focusing on the room instead of him.

"Oh," she said, bemused. "That was easy enough."

She spoke too soon for, just as she shifted one hand to open the door, the one balancing the stack of papers tipped. The sudden motion of dozens of paper sheets falling and scattering across the hallway was startling, causing them both to jump at the abrupt movement. Unfortunately, the jerking motion sent his own stack tumbling toward the floor as well and he could only watch with a sense of exasperated bemusement as paper layer covering the hallway thickened.

"Oh, no!" she gasped horrified, hand over mouth. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright, Honda-san."

"But it's my fault! And now all those important documents are- are-"

"Quite easy to pick up," he interrupted quickly. "They aren't as important as you think. Just some old records from previous years. We'll just gather them up, and it'll be as if nothing ever happened."

"Yes!" she exclaimed, immediately dropping to her knees. "I'll pick them up. Since it's my fault all of this happened, you don't have to do anything."

It was a pleasant thought but…

"Honda-san, I don't think I can stand around just watching you pick up the papers and do nothing." He, too, knelt down and smiled into her flustered features. "Besides, it will go much faster with the two of us, right?"

She blushed, looked away…and he thought it was cute.

Then she bent over, collecting the loose sheets, and it wasn't so cute anymore. Instead, as her position caused the short skirt to rise, revealing the roundness of creamy thighs and more, it all became much more…tantalizing.

Back again was the shortness of breath, the rushing of heated blood, the increased tightness of body, and the dark thoughts that he shouldn't be entertaining, not now in the brightness of day and especially not in the hallowed halls of their educational institution.

No, these were things that shouldn't be happening. But, nevertheless, against all rhyme or reasoning, they were. And the more time that elapsed in their task, the longer his thoughts were let loose to roam freely in his mind, the more he felt taken over by something that was not him. It was a nameless something that he couldn't quite put into words, was only aware of how it stole over him, turning him into that which he usually was not, and that was completely focused only on one thing.

Her.

"Finally," she sighed after what could have been eons later.

She sat back on her haunches, the collected stack carefully balanced in her hands. There was a fierce frown of concentration on her face as she rose cautiously, taking all the obvious care she could to stand without a repeat of the previous incident. It should have been ridiculous, silly, but all he could think of was whether she'd bring that same kind of intense concentration to…other activities.

As she toddled her way into the student council room with precariously balanced stack, he followed silently behind her with the rest of the load. All the while, his gaze fixed intently upon as that darker part of him seemed to swell, demanding things in coaxing whispers that echoed seductively in his mind.

"I hope this is a good place to put them," she commented.

She placed her stack on top of the conference table that was centered in the room. Then she turned, caught sight of the burden he still bore. Her eyes lit as she gave a gracious smile and reached out.

"Here let me get that for you, Yuki-kun."

She took the stack from him, the softness of her flesh brushing over his as she relieved him of the papers. The touch was electrifying, sparking off tingles along his sensitized nerve endings and pushing him that little bit of him clinging to sanity and common sense right over the edge.

Preoccupied with placing the twin stacks neatly side-by-side on the table, she never noticed the quiet snick as the door was closed and locked behind them, trapping them in this private solitude. Her concentration on her task allowed him to sneak up on her until the line of his body was nearly pressed against hers and every breath wafted across the softness of her ear, sending dark strands of hair rippling in the created currents of air.

She went still and he took advantage of the moment to draw in another breath, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla and strawberries, fresh and pure and enticing. It clouded his mind, beckoning that dark part within that usually remained buried, drowning out reason as nothing became so important as her and the feelings she incited in him.

The same ones he wanted to incite in her.

Body motionless, she turned slowly with an infinitesimal bend of her head until she was staring back at him with innocently widened eyes, their faces just inches away. She licked her lips, a nervous gesture, and his gaze dropped to follow the motion and took in the way those soft pink petals glistened with inviting moisture.

"Y-Yuki-kun?"

Her voice was low, breathless, husky in a way it usually was not, and it made his blood heat in a drugging rush. It had him lifting his gaze to meet hers once more and he read in those liquid orbs her anxiety, her tension, and other emotions that he could not name but were unconsciously enticing him closer.

He reached up, brushed light fingertips against the pale pinkness of her lips, and relished the soft moist feel and the heated puffs of breath that wafted across his skin. And, even more, he loved the way his actions caused her eyes darkened in a manner his instincts could only see as encouraging.

"Y-Yuki-kun…"

The soft sigh was the barest of whispers that tingled across his flesh. He reacted, dropping his hand only to have both come up to cup her shoulders, fingers curling around her warmth as he bent his head closer. He moved slowly, giving her amply time to protest should that be her desire, all the while keeping her gaze trapped in his as the tension between them thickened, grew into something with a life of its own.

The first brush was light, a butterfly kiss that was a mere teaser of other enticements to be had. But the second coming on the heels of her lack of resistance was deeper, his lips covering hers with a firm pressure that had her sighing, her own lips parting with the action and inviting him further inside.

It was an invitation he couldn't refuse.

Nor did he want to.

He swept in, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth, the silkiness of her tongue, the sweetness of her breath that he inhaled with her every sigh.

She was delicious.

He tasted her again and she melted, eyes slipping closed on a low moan, and would have fallen into him if it hadn't been for his bracing hands that kept her body from completely sliding onto him. His grip tightened as he continued kissing her, guiding her back until her hips met the table's edge. While he worked at her mouth, reveling in her flavor, he slowly maneuvered her the way he wanted her to go, and only at her gasp when her back was flush against the table's top did he pull away just enough to take in the sight of her.

He watched as startled wide eyes flickered up to the ceiling and around her, visible realization chasing across her expression as it dawned on her as to just what position she'd been guided into.

She realized, but she made no motion to get away.

She was a beautiful picture: strands of earth-toned hair pooling around her while colorful blue ribbons adorning the tresses in a splash of vivid color only seemed to highlight the purity of her essence. Those tendrils trailed across the table's surface in a silky spill as if to invite touch, framing her features flushed a becoming shade of pale pink. And her eyes…they gazed back at him in liquid pools, waiting, beckoning.

There was another sigh, feminine and soft, as those expressive eyes slid closed and the graceful line of her creamy neck arched, tilting pink lips up in apparent offer. Her actions seemed unconscious but, as those pink petals glistened, parted on another soft sigh, he couldn't take his eyes away from the sight of her. She was innocence and seduction, an invitation that beckoned him towards more and the picture she made sent a wave of heat flashing through him so hot that his skin felt too tight to contain him.

Hovering over her, he tugged at the constricting white tie to his uniform, a vain attempt to cool of as the image of her merely sent him tipping over to boiling once again. She was a heat, a fire burning through his blood and he simply couldn't hold back from her temptation.

And so…he let himself go.

He bent down, closing the distance between those few scant inches that kept them apart and capturing her lips with his once more, swallowing the pleased sigh she passed to his mouth. Bracing his weight upon the hard surface of the table with one arm, he levered himself to deepen their kiss, bathing in the silky wet texture that tasted of her.

Encouraged by the soft sounds she made, his other hand swept down the length her in a sliding glide from neck to knee only to reverse its path and begin all over again. He reveled in her pliancy, the fill of cloth-covered rounded feminine flesh that arched into the motion of his hand as if in silent plea for more.

It was a plea he had no desire to refuse.

On its next sweep, his hand paused at the dip of her waist, hesitating for a brief moment before slipping under the blue of her uniform to find the warm flesh that lay beneath. His fingertips drank in the smooth feel of her warm skin like a wilting plant bombarded by summer heat soaked up the refreshing cool of water. But this scenario was very different…not cool at all.

It was hot.

Impossibly, his body seemed to be heating even more, causing the contact of cloth on skin to be unbearably uncomfortable. But so focused was he on the heat and on her that the sudden cool draft upon his fevered flesh took him by surprise. Startled, he jerked slightly back to regard her with a wondering expression when he realized that, unbelievably, it was she who was responsible for the draft.

She stared back at him through half-lidded eyes gone hazy in darker emotions that swirled in their depths as her hands stroked over the smoothness of his chest which she had somehow bared to her touch. Her gentle caresses, gentle and tender, tugged at his heart even as they caused it to quicken along with his breath.

"Yuki…kun…"

The sigh of his name was all it took and their lips were melded together again, hers just as eager to participate in this dance as his. As their mouths tried to devour each other, he followed her lead, his hand sweeping up her torso and dragging her shirt along with the movement until the cloth pooled at her neck, baring shuddering breasts clad in delicate shell pink.

Driven by instinct and desire, he released her mouth to trail a string of kisses down her chin, the arch of her neck, and down, down, down, until he could do the same to the peach toned skin around the lace of her bra. A low cry was his reward and his fingers moved with a will of their own, undoing the clasp holding the two cups together and then nudging the cloth aside to reveal her perfection to his eyes…

And to his taste.

Taste he did, drawing a budding nipple into his mouth and enjoying all the new textures her body was unfolding to him. And the arch of her body told him she was enjoying his ministrations just as much as her hips rolled in an undulating motion beneath him, her legs moving restlessly, parting on either side of him until he was nestled flush against her.

For an instant, both of them froze. But desire was riding them hard while instinct was driving them towards the culmination that both were aching for.

He continued to touch her, taste her, doing whatever he could to wring more of those delightful sounds from her throat that gave him pleasurable tingles in return. Another restless movement of her leg and his hand resumed its journey downward, curling around warm thigh and giving a light squeeze before dipping inward to cup the hottest part of her.

She cried out sharply, arching almost violently into his hand while her legs wound around his hips in a tight embrace. The movement pressed their lower halves against each other, wringing a low moan from them both even as he felt the wet heat of her dampening the front of his pants.

Above her, he shuddered, wanting more. And the roll of her hips, pressing him deeper into the cradle of her thighs, showed him that she wanted too.

He moved up, making her mouth a prisoner to his own once again even as his hands moved between them, removing the barriers that were keeping them apart from that next stage needed in their air for the ultimate goal. And she completely opened to him, small fists clenching in the open shirt that hung from his shoulders in wrinkled mess as she accepted everything he gave her.

The layers that separated them fell away as flesh met flesh and the heat of her wetness kissed his. His hips shifted, driving him deeper as he sank into her, invading even as she devoured him down below in a hugging grip that he felt searing him along his length.

They both moaned, the sounds of their desire trembling in the air, echoing in the room. They moved, they touched, they tasted. They loved as their bodies worked against each other and with each other as they struggled together to attain that shining prize that seemed to hover just out of reach but came closer and closer with every push and pull of heated flesh.

And then it happened and she screamed.

"Yuki-kun!"

He blinked, jerked back, and nearly fell out of his chair. Heart racing, face flushed, and feeling distinctly…excited, he uncomfortably noted the many odd stares that his fellow classmates were sending away.

Including one very concerned looking Honda Tohru.

"Are you alright, Yuki-kun?"

"Y-yes," he stuttered, even as he battled internally with the equal emotions of frustration and disappointment.

It was only a dream.

"Are you sure?" Tohru asked doubtfully. "The school bell rang but you didn't even seem to hear it."

"Ahaha," he laughed nervously. "It's silly but I kind of…fell asleep."

The worried look return. "You must be working really hard. Being on the student council seems difficult."

"No." He waved off her concern. "It's really not that big of a deal."

He noticed that the classroom had emptied during their discussion and sighed. Out of place dreams aside, there were still some things he needed to take care of. Disgruntlement settled within him when he realized that the other members of the student council had probably deserted him again, leaving him to pick up the slack once again.

"Excuse me, Honda-san," he said politely. "I have a few duties I still need to take care of so I can't walk with you back home today."

She regarded him solemnly for a moment then said brightly, "I'll help!"

"Eh?"

"Yes!" She clapped her hands in excitement. "You're always so busy, and since I don't have to work today, I can stay and help you."

Her words were too reminiscent of his latest dream and he felt a shiver run up and down his spine, one whispering of things that have never been and might yet still me. One full of possibilities that need only be reached out and grasped.

"Yuki-kun?" She looked at him uncertainly. "Is it okay if I help?"

He smiled. "Of course.

~ owari ~

Her first inkling that things were not as they should be came with the sudden nearness of another body in closer than normal distance behind her and the heated rush of warm air wafting across the outer shell of her ear. She stiffened, shivered, as uncertainty welled within her.

"Y-Yuki-kun?"

Her voice was low, as if unconsciously trying not to break the heavy spell that seemed intent on weaving itself through the room, and through them. And as another warm puff of breath caressed her skin, she shivered as the beat of her heart tripled in an odd sort of agitation.

Body frozen in place, slowly, so slowly, she turned her head only to have her gaze caught in the blazing intensity of his, so close to hers. Unable to look away, her mouth went dry as her pulse raced when gentle hand came up, tracing the fullness of her lips with warm fingers and light brushes that sent tingles shivering across her flesh in a hot rush, unfamiliar yet oddly pleasant.

And unsettling.

"Y-Yuki-kun?" she stammered again, amazed at how breathless she sounded, as if she'd exerted herself running across a great distance when in all actuality she'd scarcely moved a muscle.

Tension grew, settled between them like a living thing that continued to increase in size with every moment that passed in heavy silence, blanketing the atmosphere with the taint of something dark that she had never felt before. It was scary beyond imagining, frightening beyond any words, and…strangely intriguing.

Warmth flooding through her veins, anxiety doubling within her at his intensely fixated gaze, her breath hitched when those delicate features of his moved closer and closer until his lips paused a mere hairsbreadth away, giving her plenty of time to protest if that was what she wanted.

It wasn't.

Anticipation unfurled within her as she waited and waited for what seemed like eons as her wide eyes kept hold on his, swirling with the depths of his emotions that she couldn't read though she felt that they were strong. And it was those emotions, the almost desperate need she sensed from him, and her own feelings that resonated in response that kept her where she was instead of protesting in the way she probably should.

And then his lips touched hers and all thoughts of protest fled. There was only feeling of him and the things he inspired in her.

Just like that first touch, his kiss began soft. It was a skimming light pressure that sent pleasurable tingles racing across her lips in tiny shocks that only grew more intense as, when he received no protest on her part with the initial contact, it deepened into something more. And she…her lips parted under the increased pressure, unfurled for him like petals in the dawn of spring.

Her eyes slid closed in a low moan as she gave herself up to the kiss as the feel and scent of him, warm and masculine, filled her to the brim. Her muscles melted and, had it not been for his steadying hands bracing her at her shoulders, she would have fallen forward and into him with the sudden bonelessness that had overtaken her.