Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Strawberries and Skinny-Dipping: Hatori's Remedy ❯ Of a Compromising Position, Dark Waters, and a Bad Memory ( Chapter 6 )

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If you are under-aged or dislike sexual situations/implications, please do not read the following. Sorry.I don't want anyone being “scarred” or offended. (However the previous chapters are readable, just a simple romantic tale. I will make a point of telling the reader if there are any sexual situations or lemons in certain chapters!)
Hatori's Remedypresents:
Chapter 6: Of a Compromising Position,Dark Waters, and a Bad Memory
Hatori broke away from the kiss.
He hadn't felt like this in a long time (only in his fantasies). Love. Pure bliss.
Here was someone who loved him deeply, who understood him.
Cried for him. This pains.
Was he finally ready to dispel the past?
The pained old memories?
His suffering and agony?
Yes.
Anything.
For her.
Tohru brought her hands out and caressed his cheeks, brazenly. Her thumbs stroked his worn face, down the strong jaw line that had been etched with the years of shame and guilt. He looked at her longingly, the years of distraught swept away as he stared into her brazen eyes, drawing him nearer, and nearer. His face moved closer towards hers, inches apart. He held his breath.
The next move was unexpected.
Hatori put his hands on Tohru's waist and lifted her out of the water into his lap-- her two legs perpendicular to his—hers on the dock, his in the water. He held her in his arms, cradling her like a baby. His baby.
Tohru, not knowing what was the right thing to do, nestled her head softly against his chest. She listened to the pounding of his heart, a lulling rhythm. It was strong and steady.
It quickened.
Hatori leaned the side of his chin against her brow. He looked wistfully across the water, the moonlight casting a warm glow on its surface. All he wanted to do was hold her. Forever. He never wanted to return to his bleak house.
It held his past. Dismal and dark.
Tohru, was his future, or so he hoped. He hoped he was good enough for her. He hoped he could let himself get close to her.
Tohru closed her eyes. She felt warm in his embrace. She was no longer cold.
Sitting in his lap, she unexpectedly felt something throbbing against her bottom. Something hard and pumping. She flinched slightly.
Did I do that? She thought bashfully. (Biology this year had taught her about a man's arousal.)
Hatori realizing what was happening, shifted his lap, moving Tohru onto his thighs, but Tohru put her arms on his chest and moaned, “Don't. It's okay.”
What was she doing to him?
She was getting him aroused by just sitting on his lap.
Tohru shifted her position. She swung her leg swiftly across to the other side of Hatori's torso. Now she faced him face to face.
Feeling his erection against her mound aroused her.
She tentatively put her arms on his shoulders. Hatori's mouth brushed just below Tohru's earlobe. His mouth was gentle and the kiss lingered as he moved across her cheek to her lips. He kissed Tohru on the lips. His tongue licked her moist, succulent lips, as he probed further into her mouth, deepening the kiss. His hands were at the back of her waist pressing her toward him, but not close enough to initiate the curse.
He was aware of the curse. He would always be.
He leaned back slowly onto the dock, bringing Tohru with him. She came eagerly, putting her hands on his chest to stabilize her self. He wanted to let her be in control. He wanted her to ride him. He also didn't want to push her into anything she didn't want.
Tohru's mind began to churn; she didn't know what he wanted her to do. Was she supposed to kiss him? Touch him?
Hatori sensed her hesitation. He rose to the upright position urgently. “I'm sorry. I don't want to rush you into anything. I'm sorry.”
She wanted to get closer. Tohru began to rotate her hips against his chest, her bottom rubbing against his erection, without knowing what she was doing to him. It felt good to Hatori. Moving up and down, her tucked towel fell from her body, exposing her nakedness.
Hatori was dazed by her perfection. All of his virility groaned in response. It was more beautiful than any dream he had had for the past night. Her breasts were small, but perfectly proportioned. Her skin was diaphanous and flushed in the night. She was beautiful.
Their naked chests heaved up and down in melody.
“Ahhhh, I'm sorry,” Tohru said, scrambling to fix her towel, but Hatori raised his hands and held her wrists in prevention. “Don't, Tohru. It's okay.”
Tohru blushed. Hatori unraveled the towel and unfolded it gently on the space beside them. He put one had at the small of her back, and one at the side, and slowly laid her on the towel.
She looked like a goddess. Her damp hair fanned out behind her as she looked to him innocently. He crouched on his hind legs on the sides of her body and leaned in. He sprinkled light kisses on her face, sloppily down the bridge of her nose. He paused to look into her eyes.
“Are you okay? I don't want to go anything that you don't want.”
“Hai,” she whispered, not really sure how to respond to these intimate touches.
Hatori continued to caress her with his gentle lips on her collarbone, nearing the swell of her breast. He peered at her face, it was scrunched up, tense. Her arms were stiff by her side. She looked like she was about to cry. She looked like she was being tortured. Was he coming on too fast?
He didn't want her to be scarred by him. He wanted her to remember her first time. With him.
Tohru wanted him so badly. She wanted him to touch her all over. She wanted him to explore every inch of her. To torture her until they collapsed together in exhaust. She wanted him. In every way.
However, her lack of experience prevented her from encouraging him. And understanding the male anatomy. She was afraid that she was too inexperienced for the dragon. She had never been with a man.
With his handsomeness and charm, he had probably been with lots of woman. Multiple. He would be angered by her naïve and lack of experience. She was afraid that she couldn't satisfy the way he was doing to her. His kisses were perfect, delicate and tender. She didn't even know how to kiss.
He rose up and knelt on his hind legs. He couldn't do this to her. He cared too much for her. He wanted to take it slow. He didn't want to memories to go too fast. Hatori wanted them to last.
Forever.
“I'm sorry. I can't.”
If he had seen her expression, it was one of sadness. He turned away before he saw her face. He didn't want to look into the eyes of someone who he had almost hurt. She didn't deserve to be hurt. She was young. She had her whole life in front of her.
She had plans in life.
He didn't want to blemish her.
He stood up and walked to the edge of the dock.
He dived in.
Tohru didn't understand why he had stopped. Had she done something wrong?
Was he angry? She felt tears sting her eyes, but she didn't let them out. She didn't want him to see her immaturity; her weakness to respond to affection.
She snapped back to realize that he was gone. She saw the last ripple in the water.
She stood up and shouted, “Hatori!”
He didn't surface.
Tohru was scared. Why did he jump in? Was it because of me? Facing her fear of the water that had an hour ago almost killed her was terrifying. She dived in after him.
The water was icy.
Opaque.
Treacherous.
But she was willing to do anything to find him.
She came to the surface for a breath and saw him. He was standing beneath the waterfall, facing the cliff. His sight was obstructed by the vines and flora that grew down from the top. He was enrapturing, hypnotizing, enchanting. Some mythological god out of a fairytale. When he flexed his arms and back, she momentarily whimpered at his sight—perfection. It was her first time admiring his toned body.
Even as a busy doctor, he had managed to keep him body in perfect shape. His skin was taut, slightly tanned. Wonder where that came from? She had never seen him exercise. She had never seen him do much of anything except work and smoke.
Until this weekend.
Hatori let the water pour onto him. It cleared his mind of frustration.
He had almost hurt her, his mind shouted. He really needed to keep his emotions from getting to his senses. He hadn't seen the pain he evoked. They would have stopped him instantly. Tohru's eyes shouted for release from his hold, even if she didn't say it. Those eyes. Their deep intensity.
Hatori stared into flora surrounding him. It seemed alive, swirling about him. He forgot about the present and returned to the dreaded memory: Akito.
Kana.
The vivid image of that day he and Kana had approached the master of the Sohmas.
“We want to get married.”
One thing led to other that fateful day. It left Kana helpless. It left him blind.
Permanent reminders of his doings. He was the one who hurt Kana, Akito made him believe.
Those words penetrated his heart, reigniting the pain that had been suppressed for so long. Especially since this weekend. But now it was back. It reminded him that he couldn't be with Tohru. He couldn't hurt her like he had hurt Kana.
His heart tighten. The force that held it together seemed to be ripped away. His hand immediately clenched his breast. It hurt so much. His vision blurred. His legs buckled below him.
Tohru saw the events flash before her eyes. Behind the plants, her lover fell. Tohru paddled over quickly, slicing her hands swiftly in the water. She reached him before he was immersed in the water. She pulled him onto her small back, his chest plastered against her. Tohru looked around frantically. She saw the grassy opening next to the basin, under the cliff and brought him over. His weight was heavy, but it didn't matter. Her mind was pinned on getting him to safety. She laid him on the edge and attempted to turn around, to bring his legs onto the terra firma, but he held her tight.
His arm around her shoulder held her securely.
“Tohru,” he moaned weakly, “I'm sorry. Please don't be mad.”
With nowhere else to go, she laid down upon the grass beside him. She saw his chest heave up and down. A good sign.
Her head was in the crook of his arm. The night seemed to heat up (mainly because of Hatori), even though her body was covered with water.
Her drowsy eyes closed.
Hatori's eyes opened instantly after he arrived on land. He had almost collapsed. He had prepared himself to be submerged in the dark abyss, but how could he be on land then? He felt a warm but wet body snuggling against him.
His arm held a peaceful, captivating specimen. Tohru.
She was asleep. Probably because of the trouble he had put her though. She was probably really tired after today. She needed help around the house. Shigure gave her too much work. Without help. He really needed to settle his hormones. He put his cheek against her temple. It was cool.
He felt her skin. It was also cool. Not wanting to release the position, he turned her on her side, and put his bare chest against her back. This would keep her warm. His gangly arms draped in front of her chest. It swept over her breasts. They were soft and full. He settled his hands together at her navel. Realizing that he was still wearing his wet pajama pants, he shed them carelessly and returned to her. He held her close. Her bottom was tucked tightly into his lap. It felt good. The touch satisfied his need that had corrupted him for the past night.
He swept her hair or one side and kissed her bare shoulder sumptuously before dozing off into a deep slumber. Filled with intimate thoughts of his blossom.
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Dawn approached.
Hatori was the first to awake to the rays of light peaking through the forest. They shone down upon the grass. It lit up the delicate gossamer—a fine network of threads lying on the grass with dew drops crystallized upon them. His love for Tohru was gossamer, delicate. He didn't want to jeopardize anything. She had cured his heart, once again.
He was an early bird. He usually went out for an early jog in the woods before the long day's work. He sometimes stopped at Shigure's house for a scorching cup of tea. It helped to keep him sane and healthy. (He hoped).
He stretched his legs against Tohru's. He felt so good against her.
She awoke to the Hatori's gentle touch. Looking in front of her, she saw the dirt ground, had she slept the night in the forest, on the ground? With Hatori?
Then she remembered last night. She spun around quickly in his grasp.
“Ha-san, are you okay? I shouldn't have fallen asleep last night. I mean, last morning? Nevermind. I'm sorry. Are you okay? You almost collapsed in the water. Are you okay?” She persisted.
“Yes, Tohru,” he murmured against her ears, not releasing her from the embrace. She stared into his eyes. They seemed more clear from the previous night. She hoped he'd had a good night's sleep. Or maybe he didn't, because he was keeping me warm. What did he do exactly? She didn't question the doctor. He would have done nothing to harm her, as she realized the previous night.
“I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to come onto you like that. I won't do it again without your truest consent, Tohru. You mean too much to me.”
Tohru was happy to hear those words.
She smiled. “I love you, Hatori.”
He wanted to answer back, “I love you too,” but something seemed to hold him back.
Akito.
“I'm really hungry. Do you want to return home for breakfast?”
Hatori nodded eagerly, his stomach grumbled. He hadn't had a decent meal for a while. Plus, he loved Tohru's cooking. She was a great cook, as Shigure always exalted. (“My new housewife. Aren't you jealous, Ha-san?”)
The dog always got on his nerves, but somehow his “sixth sense” always knew what he was thinking.
Tohru moved away from his embrace and stood up. Her body ached slightly and she shuddered to the cold chill. Without Hatori's hold, it was cold, plus…
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm naked!” No wonder I was cold, she thought.
Hatori just stood bemused at her newfound expression. Seeing her in the daylight, she was just as beautiful as the first time he'd seen her last night. Her skin was a rosy tint.
She ran around the basin to the dock and picked up the towel to shield herself from anyone. Hatori pull on his dried pajama pants.
Tohru picked up her blouse and skirt that she had worn to the water spout and clumsily changed while still holding the towel.
She noticed the gray T-shirt that Hatori hat let her borrow yesterday. She looked at it reminiscently. Picking it up and feeling that it was dry, she handed it over to Hatori.
Before he lost the nerve to say it, Hatori initiated, “Before going home, do you want to take a quick morning swim?”
Tohru was speechless. Did Hatori just ask her to join him to skinny-dipping? (not really, since they both wore bottoms)
“Eh,” trying to find a reasonable objection, “will people see us?”
Hatori realized that the “swim” allude to two people getting naked and skinny-dipping. “I'm sorry. Nevermind.”
“No, no, it's a great idea; it's just that I didn't bring a swim suit because I didn't know anyone was coming.”
Hatori blushed, remembering his hurry to find her last night.
“It's okay, we don't have to. Not if you don't want to.”
Tohru wanted to show her maturity at handling the situation and said steadfastly, “I absolutely want to do it.”
She stood, arms crossed her chest and looked at Hatori with an air of pride and powerful femininity.
He looked at her charmed. So was so unexpected and wonderful.
He gestured with his hand for her to jump in first.
“Let's do it together, Hatori.”
Hatori nodded in approval. He stripped off the pants and shirt, putting them beside his drying loafers that were soaked from the previous night.
He felt so natural around her.
Hatori reached out his hand and she took it. They moved to the edge of the dock where Tohru shouted, “1…2…3…”
SPLASH!
They jumped in simultaneously. Tohru uttered a surprised cry when she reached the surface.
She looked up to see standing waist deep in the water. Hatori run his fingers through his hair. So handsome. Sexy.
“Let's race. First to reach the waterfall wins. Go!”
He seemed to be released of all his tensions. The sleep last night had cleared any frustrations he had. When he had almost collapsed because of his heart, he realized that he truly needed Tohru. He needed her and her love to survive.
She was his catalyst.
He started off, swimming a fast freestyle over to the waterfall. He hadn't lost his agility since college, on the swim team. It seemed eons ago when he was in college. He frowned when he recalled his years out of college. Four years. He had been out for four years.
Tohru started late, arriving tired from the slow breaststroke.
“Nice form,” Hatori commented.
“Hai, thanks. You too. Anyways, it's not fair, you got a head start,” Tohru said, pouting her lips slightly, “Hmmpf.”
Hatori was now standing under the waterfall. He signaled for Tohru to join him.
She did.
It was a soft shower, sliding down their skin smoothly. It was relaxing.
Hatori bent his lips down and gave Tohru a kiss on the tip of her nose. Tohru wiggled her nose. Cute, Hatori thought.
Tohru in turn stood on tiptoes to reach him, only managing to kiss the bottom of his lip.
They both laughed in unison. Each understanding the other.
“That was perfect, Tohru.”
She beamed at the compliment.
Tohru put her head against his chest and listened to his pounding heartbeat. It was louder that the waterfall, but just as steady. She closed her eyes and listened.
Thump---thump---thump…
The sounds of life. So wonderful.
They were two teenagers. Lost in love. Lost… from the world.
In a fantasy.