Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless Night II ❯ Dream Another Dream ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: vampyremiyu 
FINALE!
Kisa asks Momiji to help take the pain of her nightmaers away. Do I really need to explain further? Lemon!
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.28.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 409 | Status: Completed
FINALE!
Kisa asks Momiji to help take the pain of her nightmaers away. Do I really need to explain further? Lemon!
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.28.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 409 | Status: Completed
SLEEPLESS NIGHT II
A Fruits Basket Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
Author's Note:
In answer to a challenge for a Momiji/Kisa fanfic, I have written this piece. ^^ I believe the full challenge was Momiji comforting Kisa after a nightmare. This part is told from Momiji and Kisa's POVs. Lemon Scented. Standard Disclaimer follows the chapter.
Part Three - Dream Another Dream
[KISA]
The world went white for a moment. The light encompassed everything. I couldn't see, only feel. And what I felt warmed my entire body, heart and soul.
I felt strong arms surrounding me, supporting me. I felt soft lips pressing tenderly against mine. I'd been kissed before, but never like this. Unhurried. Lovingly. It's only a matter of seconds before I give myself over to him willingly. Completely.
And when the kiss deepens, when I feel his tongue against my bottom lip and my mouth parts to allow him access, another realization occurs.
Momiji felt as I did. He wanted somebody to love, someone to love him back. I could be that person, I thought idly. Would he want me to be that person?
Would he want me, period?
As the kiss breaks, I find the position in which I'm sitting is awkward. I fidget a bit, trying to find something more comfortable. My side aches and my legs are numb with sleep, but I manage to move to face him better and with his help, I sit in his lap.
With my knees to either side of his hips, I press myself closer, wanting more of his kisses. He obliges quickly, his arms loosely encircling me now, my feminine heat pressed intimately to his groin. I gasp as our lips meet again, feeling his arousal for the first time against my inner thigh.
My animal instincts suddenly kick in. The quicken of my heart causes a flood of adrenaline to my system. I begin to squirm in his lap, wanting his hands to ouch me in other places other than my back. I kiss him with the ferocity of my inner tiger, wanting to let him know what I want him to do.
As if reading my mind, his hands begin to roam my body. They caress and massage me slowly, starting with my shoulders and working their way down my arms to my sides. When the pad of his thumb brushes against my breast, I gasp, the nipple hardening immediately.
"May I see you, Kisa-chan?"
I don't even answer verbally, my hands grasping at the bottom of my pajama top and pulling it over my head as quickly as I can. I drop it beside us, daring a shy look at Momiji. He's smiling, a dark look swirling in his eyes. I manage to be a little more bold and straighten my shoulder, causing my chest to lift and my breasts to jiggle a little.
"May I touch you, Kisa-chan?"
Again I don't answer verbally. Instead I grab one of his hands on my hips and raise it until it rests on my left breast. Where he can feel the intense pounding of my heart. His smile never falters as his hand gently begins to knead my flesh in his palm.
Cupping his face in my hands, I take his lips in another kiss. His other hand lifts to my breasts, giving both globes attention. My hands caress a line from his shoulders down his arms to his elbows, then move to his chest. My fingers make short work of the buttons of his nightshirt and I part the material for my hungry hands to get a taste of his flesh.
The kiss breaks as both of nearly pass out from the lack of air. My right hand rests at the waistband of his pants as his flicks at my waistband before resting on my thigh. His lips continue to kiss my jaw and down my neck, his other hand massaging my breast and teasing my nipple. I moan softly as his lips kiss the top of my mound, his tongue flicking over my nipple.
"I want to taste you, Kisa-chan," he says, his voice dropping to a register I don't think I've heard before. "May I?"
I nod, unable to speak. Seconds later my nipple is engulfed in moist warmth and I open my mouth to scream his name. Thankfully only a low growl comes out. His lips and hands work magic over my chest. He takes one long pull of my nipple with his teeth before switching breasts, laving the flesh with his tongue before suckling the nipple between his lips.
Grinding myself against his thighs, my hands become as impatient as my body. My fingers slide into his pants, seeking out the throbbing organ I felt against my thigh. I find it quickly, earning a moan of appreciation from him as I wrap my fingers around him. I stroke him in tmie to his ministrations on my breasts, my hips flexing against his thighs in time to the same rhythm.
"Momiji-kun, make me forget. Onegai."
[MOMIJI]
Those words meant the last of my control.
Biting lightly on her nipple, my free hand gently pulled at the waistband of her pajama bottoms. As her fingers had done, mine slip beneath the cloth. I'm surprised when I encounter warm skin and a nest of curls.
No underwear.
I'm not sure what I'm doing, but my fingers don't need to be told even if I did. Reaching further down, I pass the soft down of curls until I reach something moist and hot. Searing hot. My forefinger dives in, parting folds, while my middle finger seeks out the source of the heat.
Kisa moans above me, her hips moving so that I may find what I'm looking for. Her grasp on my manhood grows tighter and I moan as my middle finger slips inside her. I begin a slow dance, echoed by her hands on my cock. I move faster and she grasps me tighter.
If this keeps up, I'll come in her hands. And I don't know if I'll be able to do a repeat performance.
My mind takes the opportunity to clearly reinstate the situation. I'm having sex with Kisa. No, that's not right. I'm making love to her. It should seem strange in my head, but it doesn't. Of course, my body and my head are all out of whack anyway. Logic isn't logic anymore and nonsense makes sense. No joke.
I slip my forefinger inside of her and he moans at the added pressure. I moan as she grasps me tighter in her hands and the rhythm continues hardly interrupted. Her moans become more frequent as I pick up the pace a little. I have to be careful though. She's close, but so am I. Not too fast. Not too soon.
Her hands release me as she climaxes. I have to cover her lips with mine to prevent her cries of pleasure from being heard by anyone far away. It's a good bet no one would hear, but we are outside and we are still in the Honke.
I don't want this to come to an end just yet.
"Mo-mi-ji," she stutters, her eyes fluttering as I pull away to look at her. She looks ready to sleep now, but there is still desire in her eyes. Her hips still jerk as I slip my fingers from her center. She looks lovely in the throws of passion, my Kisa.
Well she's not mine just yet.
"Nan desu ka?"
"Y-y-you...you're n-not help-ping. I...it...still hurts. Make it...go...away."
I move her off of my lap and in her current dazed state its difficult. But I finally get her off my lap and onto the ground, lying her down gently. My fingers wrap around the edge of her pants and pull them down and off. She squirms a bit as the grass tickles her skin, holding her arms up to me. Discarding my shirt and pants, I lay down on top of her, bracing my self on my elbows so I can see her face.
"Kisa-chan, are you sure?"
"Hai." No hesitation. Just need.
I kiss her softly as my hips grind into hers. I can feel her wetness on my cock and I shiver in delight. Her legs wrap around my middle, ensuring that I won't leave her. Her arms twist around my neck and her hips grind back into mine. It takes a bit to position myself, but once I feel the head of penis at the opening of her center, I push, sliding into her slowly and carefully.
She moans into the kiss, wincing slightly as I push all the way in then top. There was no barrier, but I'm not surprised. I know what happened a year ago. And my male pride takes it upon itself to swell knowing that I am the first. Akito be damned.
"Momiji...onegai!"
My hips begin to move, pulling out then pushing back in. I rock back and forth slowly, allowing her time to adjust to me. When her hips begin to mirror my movements and she meets me thrust for thrust, I quicken the pace.
Her inner muscles clench at me, moving faster and more sporadic. She's so close and I can barely hang on myself. She cries out beneath me and with one final thrust I join her, moaning her name as I pulse inside of her.
Blinded momentarily by a wave of white light, I collapse on top of her, trying to catch my breath. Her legs untangle from around my waste, her hands gently stroking my hair, neck and back. Gathering some strength, I reach up to place a kiss on her lips, then move off of her and lay beside her. She snuggles into me and I wrap my arms around her, holding her in place.
"Daijobu, Kisa-chan?"
She nods meekly, a light blush creeping to her cheeks. "Hai, Momiji-kun. Ano...I still ache a little though."
I smile at her, causing her to smile in return. "Then I suppose we just have to keep trying, don't we?"
"Hai." She gasps as my body immediately begin to react. The surprised yet desirable look on her face is all I need to continue. I roll onto my back, pulling her to lie on top of me. "Ano...Momiji-kun?"
I look up at her curiously. "Nani?"
"Arigato."
"Doitashimashite."
And I hoped that she would have new dreams from that point on.
I knew I would.
~FIN~
DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). They own furuba. THEM! Not me! *sigh* All characters are used here without permission. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^
A Fruits Basket Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
Author's Note:
In answer to a challenge for a Momiji/Kisa fanfic, I have written this piece. ^^ I believe the full challenge was Momiji comforting Kisa after a nightmare. This part is told from Momiji and Kisa's POVs. Lemon Scented. Standard Disclaimer follows the chapter.
Part Three - Dream Another Dream
[KISA]
The world went white for a moment. The light encompassed everything. I couldn't see, only feel. And what I felt warmed my entire body, heart and soul.
I felt strong arms surrounding me, supporting me. I felt soft lips pressing tenderly against mine. I'd been kissed before, but never like this. Unhurried. Lovingly. It's only a matter of seconds before I give myself over to him willingly. Completely.
And when the kiss deepens, when I feel his tongue against my bottom lip and my mouth parts to allow him access, another realization occurs.
Momiji felt as I did. He wanted somebody to love, someone to love him back. I could be that person, I thought idly. Would he want me to be that person?
Would he want me, period?
As the kiss breaks, I find the position in which I'm sitting is awkward. I fidget a bit, trying to find something more comfortable. My side aches and my legs are numb with sleep, but I manage to move to face him better and with his help, I sit in his lap.
With my knees to either side of his hips, I press myself closer, wanting more of his kisses. He obliges quickly, his arms loosely encircling me now, my feminine heat pressed intimately to his groin. I gasp as our lips meet again, feeling his arousal for the first time against my inner thigh.
My animal instincts suddenly kick in. The quicken of my heart causes a flood of adrenaline to my system. I begin to squirm in his lap, wanting his hands to ouch me in other places other than my back. I kiss him with the ferocity of my inner tiger, wanting to let him know what I want him to do.
As if reading my mind, his hands begin to roam my body. They caress and massage me slowly, starting with my shoulders and working their way down my arms to my sides. When the pad of his thumb brushes against my breast, I gasp, the nipple hardening immediately.
"May I see you, Kisa-chan?"
I don't even answer verbally, my hands grasping at the bottom of my pajama top and pulling it over my head as quickly as I can. I drop it beside us, daring a shy look at Momiji. He's smiling, a dark look swirling in his eyes. I manage to be a little more bold and straighten my shoulder, causing my chest to lift and my breasts to jiggle a little.
"May I touch you, Kisa-chan?"
Again I don't answer verbally. Instead I grab one of his hands on my hips and raise it until it rests on my left breast. Where he can feel the intense pounding of my heart. His smile never falters as his hand gently begins to knead my flesh in his palm.
Cupping his face in my hands, I take his lips in another kiss. His other hand lifts to my breasts, giving both globes attention. My hands caress a line from his shoulders down his arms to his elbows, then move to his chest. My fingers make short work of the buttons of his nightshirt and I part the material for my hungry hands to get a taste of his flesh.
The kiss breaks as both of nearly pass out from the lack of air. My right hand rests at the waistband of his pants as his flicks at my waistband before resting on my thigh. His lips continue to kiss my jaw and down my neck, his other hand massaging my breast and teasing my nipple. I moan softly as his lips kiss the top of my mound, his tongue flicking over my nipple.
"I want to taste you, Kisa-chan," he says, his voice dropping to a register I don't think I've heard before. "May I?"
I nod, unable to speak. Seconds later my nipple is engulfed in moist warmth and I open my mouth to scream his name. Thankfully only a low growl comes out. His lips and hands work magic over my chest. He takes one long pull of my nipple with his teeth before switching breasts, laving the flesh with his tongue before suckling the nipple between his lips.
Grinding myself against his thighs, my hands become as impatient as my body. My fingers slide into his pants, seeking out the throbbing organ I felt against my thigh. I find it quickly, earning a moan of appreciation from him as I wrap my fingers around him. I stroke him in tmie to his ministrations on my breasts, my hips flexing against his thighs in time to the same rhythm.
"Momiji-kun, make me forget. Onegai."
[MOMIJI]
Those words meant the last of my control.
Biting lightly on her nipple, my free hand gently pulled at the waistband of her pajama bottoms. As her fingers had done, mine slip beneath the cloth. I'm surprised when I encounter warm skin and a nest of curls.
No underwear.
I'm not sure what I'm doing, but my fingers don't need to be told even if I did. Reaching further down, I pass the soft down of curls until I reach something moist and hot. Searing hot. My forefinger dives in, parting folds, while my middle finger seeks out the source of the heat.
Kisa moans above me, her hips moving so that I may find what I'm looking for. Her grasp on my manhood grows tighter and I moan as my middle finger slips inside her. I begin a slow dance, echoed by her hands on my cock. I move faster and she grasps me tighter.
If this keeps up, I'll come in her hands. And I don't know if I'll be able to do a repeat performance.
My mind takes the opportunity to clearly reinstate the situation. I'm having sex with Kisa. No, that's not right. I'm making love to her. It should seem strange in my head, but it doesn't. Of course, my body and my head are all out of whack anyway. Logic isn't logic anymore and nonsense makes sense. No joke.
I slip my forefinger inside of her and he moans at the added pressure. I moan as she grasps me tighter in her hands and the rhythm continues hardly interrupted. Her moans become more frequent as I pick up the pace a little. I have to be careful though. She's close, but so am I. Not too fast. Not too soon.
Her hands release me as she climaxes. I have to cover her lips with mine to prevent her cries of pleasure from being heard by anyone far away. It's a good bet no one would hear, but we are outside and we are still in the Honke.
I don't want this to come to an end just yet.
"Mo-mi-ji," she stutters, her eyes fluttering as I pull away to look at her. She looks ready to sleep now, but there is still desire in her eyes. Her hips still jerk as I slip my fingers from her center. She looks lovely in the throws of passion, my Kisa.
Well she's not mine just yet.
"Nan desu ka?"
"Y-y-you...you're n-not help-ping. I...it...still hurts. Make it...go...away."
I move her off of my lap and in her current dazed state its difficult. But I finally get her off my lap and onto the ground, lying her down gently. My fingers wrap around the edge of her pants and pull them down and off. She squirms a bit as the grass tickles her skin, holding her arms up to me. Discarding my shirt and pants, I lay down on top of her, bracing my self on my elbows so I can see her face.
"Kisa-chan, are you sure?"
"Hai." No hesitation. Just need.
I kiss her softly as my hips grind into hers. I can feel her wetness on my cock and I shiver in delight. Her legs wrap around my middle, ensuring that I won't leave her. Her arms twist around my neck and her hips grind back into mine. It takes a bit to position myself, but once I feel the head of penis at the opening of her center, I push, sliding into her slowly and carefully.
She moans into the kiss, wincing slightly as I push all the way in then top. There was no barrier, but I'm not surprised. I know what happened a year ago. And my male pride takes it upon itself to swell knowing that I am the first. Akito be damned.
"Momiji...onegai!"
My hips begin to move, pulling out then pushing back in. I rock back and forth slowly, allowing her time to adjust to me. When her hips begin to mirror my movements and she meets me thrust for thrust, I quicken the pace.
Her inner muscles clench at me, moving faster and more sporadic. She's so close and I can barely hang on myself. She cries out beneath me and with one final thrust I join her, moaning her name as I pulse inside of her.
Blinded momentarily by a wave of white light, I collapse on top of her, trying to catch my breath. Her legs untangle from around my waste, her hands gently stroking my hair, neck and back. Gathering some strength, I reach up to place a kiss on her lips, then move off of her and lay beside her. She snuggles into me and I wrap my arms around her, holding her in place.
"Daijobu, Kisa-chan?"
She nods meekly, a light blush creeping to her cheeks. "Hai, Momiji-kun. Ano...I still ache a little though."
I smile at her, causing her to smile in return. "Then I suppose we just have to keep trying, don't we?"
"Hai." She gasps as my body immediately begin to react. The surprised yet desirable look on her face is all I need to continue. I roll onto my back, pulling her to lie on top of me. "Ano...Momiji-kun?"
I look up at her curiously. "Nani?"
"Arigato."
"Doitashimashite."
And I hoped that she would have new dreams from that point on.
I knew I would.
~FIN~
DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). They own furuba. THEM! Not me! *sigh* All characters are used here without permission. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^