Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Strawberries and Skinny-Dipping: Hatori's Remedy ❯ Losing Control ( Chapter 33 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: bugaboo107
Hatori raised his hand to Tohru¡¯s head. He ran his fingers through her damp hair, untangling the knots. He kissed her soft and long. It was tingling and sweet. His lips tasted of bitter tea and honey. The perfect balance.

Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.08.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.4K | Visits: 299 | Status: Work In Progress

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A/N: Thanks Angie. I appreciate your beta-ing very much.
Warning: Majorsmut. If you are underage, or dislike explicit sexual situations, please turn back. Otherwise, welcome to Chapter 43; please enjoy!
Hatori's Remedy presents
Chapter 33 Losing Control
The couple stopped at a café for a drink (no, not a nightcap!) to wash down the cake.
Then they drove back to Shigure's house in quiet bliss. Both were emotionally sated.
Hatori rounded the front of the car to open the passenger side door for Tohru.
“Thank you Hatori, for this absolutely wonderful birthday. I will remember it forever. When I was little, my mom and I usually spent birthdays baking cakes in our kitchen, watching movies, and visiting parks. This was really something different and special.” She yawned before adding, “Time flies. I'm so tired, but I don't want this to end.”
“You're very welcome.” He said with a pensive smile, knowing that the boys were at home, and his time with Tohru was coming to an end. He kissed her forehead.
Tohru walked up the steps languidly. Hatori said, “Wait, I have something for you.”
Tohru sat down on the swinging chair on the porch. She placed the small box of leftover cake on the seat. She watched as Hatori returned to the trunk of the car to retrieve something.
“I hope you like it. It's something that I think we can do together.”
He took, from behind his back, a wicker basket with many seed packets, some gardening tools, and two pairs of gardening gloves.
“Oh, this is wonderful. It will be so fun.”
“Read this.” Hatori said, pointing to a small card.
Tohru looked into his dark eyes. They were full of unspoken promises.
She opened the card and read the perfect handwriting aloud:
To my dear Tohru.
Thank you for all the joy you have brought into my life. I hope that all your dreams come true. Mine certainly have. Happy Birthday.
I hope you like the seeds I picked out.
H.
Tohru was speechless as she stared `into' the card, with so much concentration that a random green dragon might have just popped out for her sake. She looked at him and smiled.
“I'm glad you like it," Hatori said. "I was wondering, what was your birthday wish when you blew out the candle?”
Tohru turned a pretty pink color and smiled. “I wished that you and I could be happy forever.”
He touched her red cheek with his thumb and said softly, “Thank you.”
Tohru leaned over the basket to kiss him, but he leaned his head back and whispered, “Not here.”
He took her hand and pulled her down the porch to the back of the house. They stood a mere millimeter from each other as his eyes searched hers. He could not find a single glimmer of regret or worry. He raised her fingers to his lips. Her heart fluttered as he kissed the center of her palm, before placing her limp hand on his cheek.
Tohru wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as he caressed her cheek, neck, collarbone with his soft lips. She melted and allowed his warmth and love to seep into her, warming her womanhood, making her breathless, flushed. Her heart was about to burst into smithereens. She could barely hold herself together because of all the sensations that traveled through her lower body.
Breathlessly, Tohru said into the crook of his neck, “Do you think it will always be like this?”
Hatori knew what `it' was. `It' was made up of indescribable emotions. `It' made him warm all over and his heart dive into the deep depths of passion and excitement. `It' made him promise things that he didn't even care what the consequences were, as long as he knew she was by his side.
“I promise I'll never let you go.”
Tohru took a deep breath and slid her hands into his. Hatori brought the union of hands to his chest, holding it over his thumping heart. Tohru saw the romantic side of Dr. Hatori Sohma. He was far from stoic and hard. It wasn't the marble god the others made him out to be. He was passionate, tender, and thoughtful.
They didn't move or talk; meanwhile, the moonlight shone softly above them.
Finally, Hatori broke the equilibrium of the moment. “We should get back before Yuki comes out and sees the basket.” His voice was ragged.
“Hai.”
He gave her a final kiss before they returned to the front of the house. “I will call you.”
“Okay.”
And they broke apart.
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They did not see much of each other for the next two weeks, twice for dinner, and three times at the watering hole, four times out for lunch or a stroll near the company. Hatori was busy at the estates. Tohru was busy working. Both were tired. Plus, Kyo had returned. Hatori could swear that boy was the most scrutinizing person he had ever met; a cat's instincts? It wasn't as easy to `come' over and start acting intimate. Things had to be contained.
However, they did call each other every night. They talked about everything and nothing. Two lovebirds.
One night, Hatori lay awake in his cold, empty bed. He dreamed that he had covered her body with his on the grass beside the shed. He dreamed that his mouth had crashed down on her with an unquestionable passion, while holding her hips still. He dreamed that his hands had explored her familiar body and that he had made her writhe with pleasure and want.
He dreamed that he had buried himself within her and she had cried his name out in ecstasy. I want you so bad it aches.
But he wanted to do it right, and she was so young; her mind and heart were mature enough for this relationship, but her body was not yet ready for any physical unification. Not yet.
He looked over at the clock. It read: 1:37.
He wondered it she was still awake. He walked over to his cell-phone of the kitchen counter. He scrolled down the short list of names until he found hers, 'Tohru' and called.
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She could not sleep, adrenaline still pumping in her body. She had worked so late tonight that her body was twitching. Tohru sat in her bed replaying the events of her birthday. It had been pure paradise.
Her whimsical ringtone went off. She hurried out of her bed, ignoring the Goosebumps that covered her skin. Hatori.
She picked up the phone and whispered, “Hatori?” She was afraid that Yuki, two doors down might hear her.
He said, “I was wondering if you were up for a swim. I can't sleep tonight.”
“I can't sleep either. I'll be at the hole in ten minutes.”
“It's dangerous walking to the hole. I'll wait for you by the shed in ten minutes.”
“Okay, see you, Hatori.”
Tohru changed into her slinky black swimsuit, before putting on her white and blue striped cotton boxers and white tank top - her pajama get-up. She went into the bathroom to get two towels and a hair tie. She locked the door behind her, just in case Yuki came to her room with a question or something.
She closed the door behind her quietly and waited beside the shed. She felt giddy and excited.
Hatori went into his closet to retrieve the newly laundered swim trunks. They were not there. He had gone swimming awhile back; did the maid leave it behind at the service bungalow?
He got two large towels from his bath closet and slipped into loafers (doesn't like the summer, so he doesn't have any sandals) to go down to the laundry room. He put the towels in his car.
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A pair of eyes watched as he marched across the stone garden. The eyes peered through a black curtain of hair with astonishment; what was he doing up so late? Her new medication made her drowsy during the day, but jittery at night. The lights in the laundry room turned on. She watched as he opened the washer, dryer, and cabinets. He seemed very impatient; lost his tie?
She lips twisted into a smile. Little pawn. Poor, miserable Hatori.
“What are you looking at, Akito?”
“Go back to sleep, Kureno.”
Changing her mind, Akito turned from the window to her companion.
“Hold me.”
“Yes, Akito,” Kureno responded dully. He held the slim girl in his arms, sniffing in the scent of lemons from her wiry hair. Her black eyes peered at the claw-like shadow of the trees swaying back and forth on the ceiling.
She asked Kureno, “Do you love me?”
“I do.” In a different way. He thought.
You are my master.
I am your obedient slave.
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Hatori could not find his trunks, and he was growing anxious. Like Tohru, it didn't take much to get his edgy and fretful. He decided that he could not keep Tohru waiting any longer and ran to his car and drove to Shigure's house.
Tohru was waiting for him with a smile.
“Sorry I'm late. I could not find my trunks. I hope it's okay if I swim in my boxers.”
“That's fine.”
His heart rate slowed as they traveled down the dirt path to the watering hole. Hatori watched Tohru tilt her head back to look at the night sky. He wondered what she saw: pictures in the sky, maybe? She had a wonderful imagination and a keen sense of the natural world. Hatori could not pull his eyes away from the expression on her face, or form words to ask her what she saw.
They arrived at the pool. He didn't even want to swim anymore. He just wanted to sit by her side and talk. She was always this bundle of quirky statements, cheerful expressions, and animated hands.
“Want to have a race?”
“Sure,” Hatori replied.
Hatori took off his black shirt and striped pajama bottoms. He dived into the water to clear his conscience and remove any dirty thoughts of Tohru. He swam as far as he could before rising for a breath of air.
Tohru spotted Hatori swimming to the waterfall, she followed. She hugged him from the back just as he swept his hair away from his face. “Ha!” She shouted energetically.
She said, “We'll start here; whoever gets to the big rock over there first wins and gets to decide what game we play next.”
“Sounds good.”
The two engines splashed and spluttered. Hatori won - fair and square. Tohru had no objections.
“The next game is. Hide and seek. The boundaries are from that big willow tree over there, to the pine tree over here. You can not go beyond the rocks.”
Tohru nodded, “I will be the seeker. How `bout a minute to hide?”
Hatori nodded and glided away, with the grace of a swan. “Tohru smiled when she saw the wet boxers molded against his backside.
He stood on the dock until she turned away and started counting.
“56… 57… 58… 59… 60! Ready or not, here I come!”
Tohru left the confines of the waterfall and looked around. No pasty white skin was to be seen. She looked around the water for any movement. Nothing. She lifted herself onto the dock and wrapped her arms around herself as she tiptoed around the rocks and past the big tree roots. She heard movement in a tree. “Hatori can't be up there,” she said aloud.
She heard stifled laughter behind the pine tree, or rather hidden in the thicket of needles. She ran toward it and shouted, “Gotcha!” followed by a burst of uncontrollable giggles.
Hatori came out of the tree with his hands up - surrendering. “You got me, Miss Honda.”
Tohru giggled. He looked so silly in his wet boxers. “Stand behind the waterfall. It's the best place for the seeker. You won't be able to hear me.”
“Okay.”
Tohru waited on the dock, while Hatori treaded toward the waterfall. She looked around for a good place. She thought that next time she would bring a straw and goggles; that way, she could hide in the water for a long time and watch if he was coming and move away.
She decided to climb atop the waterfall, the same place they had watched the sunset a few weeks back. She would crouch low so he would not be able to see her from the water. Her chest heaved against the dirt.
Hatori finished counting and looked around the water's surface. He didn't see any bubbles or ripples. He climbed out of the watering hole and looked behind a few trees within the boundaries. He did not see any sign of Tohru. He told himself not to panic, even though this was the place where he had saved Tohru- a catalyst that had brought them together.
After ten minutes, he grew nervous. He wasn't going to give up.
He decided to climb to the top of the waterfall and have a good look around. He reached the top and way a figure lying flat on the ground, peering below, into the gleaming blue water. He knelt down between her and grasped her hips. “Gotcha.”
Tohru turned to look up at him. Her position made him breathe unevenly and his member grow hard.
“That was long,” Tohru teased.
“You had a good hiding spot,” he responded, placing a trail of wet kisses down the bridge of her nose to her cheek, to the hollow behind her ear. The last spot drove Tohru crazy - she whimpered his name breathlessly. The shock of his tongue running along the sensitive skin sent through her body made her weak all over. Heat pooled in her stomach and made her feel a strange awareness in her core - warmth, as though something was about to explode. Tohru fisted her small hands in his wet hair and pressed his head gently into her chest. He groaned.
Tohru lifted herself with all her willpower and placed a kiss on his shoulder. Her body trembled as she tried to stay in that position to kiss his jaw, his neck. The muscle in his neck tensed. Tohru liked to see the balance of such a man destroyed at a single touch. He looked down at her with starry eyes. She gave him a playful smile before scraping her blunt nails across his broad, glistening chest. When her nails ran across his nipples, he groaned again and his arms shook - losing control. His nipples were pebbled.
He settled his voracious mouth on her and plundered it with his hot tongue; she could barely breathe, she was so lost in the moment. He was like a pirate, and she was his precious gold. He stared into her eyes with desire and want. He wanted to plunge into her warm depths.
Tohru squeezed her eyes shut. She felt guilty for wanting to give herself up right then - to him, and to enjoy the pleasure of having him inside her, she knew it would feel good, she had read enough books off Shigure's bookshelf - and breaking the promise to her mother.
Tears came to her closed eyes as her hands moved to his wet boxers. The pulse in her wrist raced. She shivered in the warmth of the night.
She began to pull the boxers down, before two bigger hands caught hers and pressed them roughly into the dirt on either side of her head - forming a cross with her body.
“No. Not yet.” He said raggedly.
“But I really want to feel that… feeling.” She mumbled hopelessly. She wanted that adrenaline without engaging in any penetration. Like the books, she said to herself. She had fantasized about the unification of two bodies - Hatori's and hers. How?
Why was she so wicked?
Hatori saw the pain in her eyes. She wanted to please him, just like previous times. It was in her nature, whether it was good for her or not.
“I have a way.”
“Really?”
“I can only show you, but if you want me to stop, please tell me. I don't want to hurt you. This is my first time doing it.”
Tohru nodded. His hand moved to her back as he guided her to a sitting position. He began to pull the straps of her one-piece swimsuit down. So much for being modest…
She lay before him nude - a perfect female specimen, with curves and planes in all the right places. He settled himself between her legs once again. His eyes grew misty when he looked down at the round globes of her breasts - small but pert and perfect.
Her back arched off the now familiar dirt ground as he nipped at each breast; he was concentrated and trained to please. This was for her.
He was never the type of man to use a female for his own pleasures. Pleasure was a side-effect. Her breathing grew loud and frantic as his lips navigated down her flat stomach. He kissed a circle around her bellybutton before kissing the bone of each pelvis and descending further. He kissed the insides of her quaking thighs before asking, “Is this okay Tohru? Do you want me to stop?”
“Don't stop.”
He nestled his nose into her mound and sniffled the sweetness. His tongue caressed the ultra-sensitive skin, even venturing into her folds, but he backed out when she screamed like a banshee. She had to cover her mouth. She said mutedly, “I'm sorry.”
“Don't be sorry,” he growled, his own heavy length straining for release from his tight, wet boxers. He slid a long finger into her and thrust - in and out. At firstm it was painful for Tohru. Tohru bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming again. She didn't want to ruin the moment.
He felt her tightness adjust to the foreign object before thrusting a second finger into her. “Is this okay?” He asked.
“Hai Hatori… Hatori…” she sobbed, feeling the pleasure of his fingers in her. She begged for release.
She reached her hands out for something, a root, to hold onto.
She was close.
She exploded; she couldn't hold herself any longer, the pleasure too great - her first orgasm. She cried out his name. Contentment flooded her. When her heart settled down, she looked down at Hatori, who was watching her with dark eyes.
His hands slid up the side of her body languidly. He kissed her lips once before falling beside her.
“I hope that wasn't too bad.”
“It was… wonderful, Hatori.”
He lay on his side, gazing at her. She rubbed her derriere against him. He stilled and his breathing hitched. He took the message and pressed her derriere against his front; he stroked her stomach, her breasts, making her purr in contentment. It was only in this position that they could truly be close to one another - in mind and soul.
“I'm sorry,” Hatori whispered in her eye. That I will never be able to hold you and look into both of your eyes at the same time.
“Never be sorry.”
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After ten minutes, Tohru said softly, “I feel really sticky.”
Hatori chuckled. “I think it's supposed to feel like that.”
Tohru said, “Oh,” as Hatori pulled her to her feet. Her legs staggered. Hatori wrapped his supportive arms around her and held her while she adjusted herself to being vertical.
“I'm okay.”
“We should get back in the water and wash off.”
They swam a little bit in the water. Tohru got out of the water first. She wrapped a towel around her midsection and tossed one at Hatori when he followed after her.
Tohru pointed at his crotch and giggled. “It's a flower.”
Hatori looked down. There was a big red rose on the towel attempting to cover his twitching member. How perfect.
Tohru liked seeming him this way; his lines around his eyes were soft. He looked so… happy. Tohru smiled. This was paradise. Precious. Timeless. The two of them. Garden of Eden.
Hatori raised his hand to Tohru's head. He ran his fingers through her damp hair, untangling the knots. He kissed her soft and long. It was tingling and sweet. His lips tasted of bitter tea and honey. The perfect balance.
“Let's be like this forever,” Tohru asked.
Hatori nodded.
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A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter (lemons!).