Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ That Special Something ❯ That Special Something ( One-Shot )

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THAT SPECIAL SOMETHING
A Fruits Basket Holiday Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story is a follow-up to "That Fated Day" and is part of the "I.M." storyline. Taking place roughly a few months AFTER "That Fated Day", Haru goes in search of the perfect Christmas present for his new wife. Lemon. Many thanks to Jennifer (ookpick88) for giving me the idea for this story. Standard Disclaimer follows the story.




'Oh, that looks pretty.'

'That's too expensive.'

'If only they had that in silver....'

'Maybe she'd like another set of pots?'

'That would be perfect...but the price just...isn't.'

'There's that cookbook she's been looking for....'

'GAH! This shouldn't be this difficult!'

Hatsuharu Sohma passed another store in the five blocks he'd been walking and only paused to peek in the window. It was too cold to stand in one place very long. Strange that the cold should affect him in England, when it hardly bothered him back in Japan. And even after five years he thought he'd get used to it. Still, the cold was not what bothered him the most.

It was three days before Christmas. Not a holiday that he had celebrated regularly growing up, but one he had grown to love while he studied in England. This year was an extra special occasion and he had to find the perfect gift. It didn't matter what he bought, but he wanted it to be as special as the person he was spending the holiday with. Something as special as his wife.

Something as special as Tohru Honda.

Their apartment had already been decorated with the customary lights and tree. There were presents, wrapped and hidden in the spare room closet. They only numbered a handful - four - but he knew Tohru had bought them for him. His name was on the gift tag. And while he'd managed to buy a little something for her, he felt somewhat guilty not buying that stunning gift which she deserved.

So much had happened in such a short time...and she had made it all bearable for him.

She returned to England with him on the day that should've been her wedding to Yuki. Haru felt badly for that, and sometimes thought he didn't feel as badly as he should have. Still, it was Tohru's decision, and he wasn't going to argue with her. They hadn't seen each other in five years, yet when their eyes met again for the first time in so long, fate had decided their future.

Since everything was short notice it was piles of paperwork to just get Tohru into the country, her things moved, a permit so she could work, and to top it all off, they applied for wedding papers. It took a month to get things settled, move her into his apartment and another month for her to find a job. Thankfully her references from Japan were excellent. She was able to get into one of the classiest restaurants in town.

Then, just last month, they were married before a Justice of the Peace. Nothing special, although Haru thought Tohru deserved more. Ayame had flown all the way from Japan to give her a new dress for the occasion. Momiji came over from Germany. The most surprising arrival was that of Kyo and Arisa Uotani. The only person not surprised by the two of them together was Tohru. Either she knew something, or she was oblivious.

Those who couldn't make it sent gifts. They ranged from outrageous to practical. Shigure sent his latest romance novel - complete with his own signature. Hatori's well wishing card included cash. As did Hiro and Kisa's card. Ritsu helped design Tohru wedding dress. Rin even sent a small package full of

The biggest surprise was the card from Yuki. Neither the bride nor the groom had expected to hear from him. It was simple, the card, but it carried much more than well wishes.

And it was the only gift Tohru and Haru really treasured.

And they still hadn't found places for everything.

'I need to find something for Tohru,' Haru thought as he turned the corner and headed for their flat. 'Something special....'

The next day saw Haru passing the same stores on his way home from work. Only two days left till Christmas and he had not been able to find that special something for his wife. He sighed heavily as he entered their flat.

"Tadaima."

"Okairi" came the happy response from the kitchen.

Haru smiled. "You're home early."

"Ah, I have a...what did they call it...split shift," she replied, leaning over the sink to pick up a dish out of the dishwater.

"Tohru, we have a dishwasher," Haru reminded her, placing a kiss on her temple before moving to the stove. Whatever she was cooking, it smelled wonderful. "You don't have to wash every dish by hand."

"I know," she admitted sheepishly. "I'm just used to it."

"What's for dinner?"

"Fettuccine Alfredo," she answered. The words sounded a bit strained in their English, but even Haru had to admit that her English had improved greatly in a short time.

"Italian?" He nodded in approval. "Smells wonderful."

"Oh, you're just being sweet," she replied, placing a kiss on his cheek before turning to walk to the dining room table. "Can you run some errands for me this evening?"

"Aa," he said. "More groceries for Christmas dinner?"

She blushed, nodding. "Hai."

"Momiji is the only one coming for dinner," Haru pointed out. "You don't need to cook for an army."

Her smile was embarrassed, but it lit the room. "Don't I always."

Haru sighed. That she did. Even when she tried to cook small, it always came out too much. Just as well, because Haru never had to worry about lunch the next day.

"What do you need?"

She walked back over to him, handing him a small piece of paper. A list. "Only a few things. I can give you the money for them if it's a problem."

Haru shook his head, pulling her closer by her hips as she turned to the stove to stir the noodles. He kissed the top of her head then placed his chin on her shoulder. "I got it. Now worries."

"I'll be home late tonight," she said, twisting in his semi-embrace to look him in the eye. She looked very concerned. "Will you be all right by yourself for one evening?"

Haru chuckled, placing a sweet, tender kiss on her lips. "I think I can manage."

Dinner was filled with chatter about their day at work and the upcoming holiday. Tohru seemed very excited for Christmas. It was like she was celebrating it for the first time. In essence, she was. This was her first Christmas as a married woman. Haru could only smile as she gushed on and on about the preparations she needed to make.

"Just don't wear yourself out," he told her as she readied to leave for her final shift. "I'll be awake when you get home."

"We'll see about that," she replied. The last time she had worked a late shift, he'd fallen asleep on the living floor. "Don't forget about the list."

"I won't," he replied. It was perfect really. He could get what she needed, and perhaps look for her special gift.

The streets were more crowded than Haru would've liked, but it was the holidays and he wasn't the only last minute shopper. The nearest shopping plaza offered no relief as hurried shoppers tried to get all their shopping done before the stores closed. Haru wasn't sure what the rush was all about. Sure, tomorrow was Christmas Eve, but the stores would still be open for a time.

Was that...long enough?

Haru's pace quickened as he followed the crowds through the hallway. There were a few close calls as he stopped to look into store windows - people bumping into him as they passed - but he managed to make it the length of the shopping center on one side. He sat down on a bench contemplating if he should bother going back the way he came.

'Why does this have to be so difficult? I mean, I could just buy her a diamond necklace or a bracelet. Those are supposed to be special gifts, right?'

Sighing he hung his head, rubbing at his eyes. Perhaps he was trying to put too much thought into this gift. Perhaps he was making it more difficult than it needed to be. With resolve he raised his head and stood from the bench.

That's when he saw it.

A necklace. A gold chain with a sparkling blue orb at its base. Was that a diamond in the middle of the orb? It wasn't all that special, not really. But it seemed to call to him. Time seemed to move in slow motion as he walked over to the store window. He held himself back just centimeters as he gazed at the potential gift.

Hadn't he seen that necklace somewhere before?

And was that really the price?

Haru smiled to himself. Without taking his eyes off the window he moved to the store entrance. He was promptly greeted by a saleswoman how asked if she could help him.

"Yes," he said, the smile never wavering. "I'd like to purchase that necklace in the window."

The woman smiled happily. "What a wonderful choice. Please, step over here."




It was just after midnight when Tohru Sohma walked through the front door of her flat. She looked as exhausted as she felt. Still, she made her way into the kitchen. Placing her purse on the counter, she checked the refrigerator. There, in no particular order, were the things she had asked Haru to get at the store. She smiled to herself, closing the door.

'I wonder if he's still awake.'

Padding into the living room, she found that one of the lights was still lit. The TV was on too. The channels changed in a steady rhythm and her smile grew.

Haru was still awake.

"Tadaima," she whispered, leaning over the back of the couch and placing a kiss on his temple.

"Okairi," he responded with a sigh. "How was work?"

"Very busy," she replied with a sigh of her own. She walked around the couch and sat down next to her husband. She reached for his hand and he grasped hers tightly. "And tomorrow will be even worse."

"I thought you had off tomorrow."

"I have a short shift," she corrected with a tired smile. "I should be home just after three o'clock."

"Hmm...." Haru closed his eyes in thought. "I have to pick up Momiji at the airport so I won't be home till about the same time."

"Maybe I should start making dinner now," Tohru said, interrupting his train of thought.

"I have a better idea," Haru said. He opened his eyes and smiled at his wife. Standing from the couch, he used her hand to help pull her along after him into the bedroom. "I have something for you."

"A Christmas present?" Tohru's eyes lit up despite her tiredness. "Oh, but it's too early!"

"It's Christmas Eve," Haru said, nodding to a nearby clock. It WAS after midnight. "And I want you to wear it tonight at dinner."

Haru's smile became brighter as he pulled an elongated box from his dresser and held it out for her. She took it happily, hugging it to her before examining the wrapping. Gold foil with an intricate red bow.

"It's beautiful."

"But you haven't seen it yet," Haru said with a chuckle. He nuzzled his nose against hers as he pulled her closer, his hands on her hips. "Open it."

Tohru did as she was told. With the wrapping gone in short order, she opened the box. Her eyes widened and she gawked at what was inside.

"It IS beautiful," Tohru repeated, her breath catching.

"Not quite as beautiful as you," Haru replied huskily. He kissed her forehead as she continued to gawk. "Does it...look familiar?"

She looked up at him questioningly. "Familiar?" She looked at the necklace, fingering the blue orb on the end of the chain. "Have I seen this before?"

Haru nodded. "Think. The picture of your mother."

Tohru's eyes got as wide as they could go and then some. She raised her head and smiled at her husband. "It looks like the one she wears in the picture."

"Yes it does." Haru pulled away from Tohru, taking the necklace out of the box. "But I think it'll look better on you."

Tohru allowed him to place the gold chain around her neck, practically bouncing up and down in delight. "Really, Haru, you shouldn't have! Such an expensive gift."

"And well worth it if you like it." He placed a kiss to the nape of her neck before turning her around to look in her eyes. They were the warmest brown he'd ever seen. Richer than chocolate. "You deserve something special for Christmas. I'm just sorry it took me so long to find it."

"Haru," Tohru said with a tilt of her head. "You know I'd like anything you give me." Her smile turned sexy and she wrapped her fingers on his shoulders. "But there's really only one thing I wanted for Christmas."

Haru raised his eyebrows in question. "And what's that?"

In a sultry voice Tohru answered, "You."

Her lips pressed against his then in a very tender...very passionate...kiss. The both moaned as the stress of the day melted away. Just being with each other had this miraculous ability. But tonight, it charged the air. They had not had a real night together in a week. Tonight would be their last night alone in the house for another week.

Why not make the most of it?

With a smile, Haru pulled away, placing a light peck on the tip of her nose before looking her in the eye. "Would you like to unwrap your present?"

Tohru nodded, a light blush creeping to her cheeks. It was amazing how modest she could still be, even after all their times together. Smiling, she began unbuttoning his shirt, almost teasing in her pace. All the while she kept her eyes locked with her husband's.

When the shirt was finally unbuttoned, her fingertips grazed the bare flesh of his chest. Her smile turned sultry and Haru groaned in expectation. He hissed as her fingers burned him wherever she touched. His eyelids lowered, and he could feel his dark side lingering in the back of his mind. It told him to take control. It told him to hurry things up. But he obstinately told him no. He loved it when Tohru touched him. Her semi-innocent fingers sent electricity through his blood.

No, he would bide his time. He would allow Tohru to be in control. What did she have in mind, he wondered. Whatever it was, it was bound to be good. Tohru often came up with...interesting...things.

Tohru unconsciously licked her lips as the final button came undone and she slowly - nearly painfully so - pushed the cotton material of his shirt aside. Padded fingers lightly brushed against smooth skin. Even after all their times together, she still marveled at the look and feel of him. The muscles jumping under her tender touch surprised her, causing her to gasp. Haru's moan was enough to embolden her further, causing her touch to become more aggressive...less gentle.

If there was anything called torture, surely Tohru's touch was it. He watched through half-lidded eyes, still on guard against his darker side to allow his wife her say. Her fingers burned his skin. Her caresses enflamed his desire for her. The look of wonder and lust in her eyes was enough to drive him nearly insane! He moaned again, hoping that she would become even more aggressive. Tohru was rarely aggressive in sex.

By kami but he loved it!

She leaned forward and Haru closed his eyes, but he was surprised when her lips touched the skin of his left shoulder. He tensed, uncertain of her plan. But he began to relax again as her kisses trailed from one shoulder to the other. Moving at a slow pace, Tohru occasionally looked up at him. Haru stared back, smiling in encouragement.

That smile turned into a gasp as Tohru's lips trailed downward from his right shoulder and her tongue tentatively brushed over the top his hardened nipple. She felt his hands flex and grasp at her shoulders. Did he need support already? Surely he could stand much more than her semi-innocent wondering. Still, she managed a smile before taking the hardened bud between her teeth, With her lips she added some pressure, suckling him as if SHE were the newborn babe.

One of Haru's hands immediately buried itself in her hair, pulling her closer and holding her there. The other hand moved lower until it could cup her breast. He held it in his hand, squeezing gently as if trying to return the sensations she was causing in him.

Tohru moaned, biting Haru's nipple in response. He gasped, his hold on her head loosening. She used that small pause to switch her attention to his other nipple. She played and suckled until her lips trailed down further, only to be stopped by the waistband of Haru's pants.

Not waiting for permission, her fingers undid the button of his khaki pants. It was more trouble than it ever had been, but well worth the effort. As soon as the zipper was pulled down, his erection sprang free. No underwear? It surprised her, but only for a moment. Recovering quickly she pushed his pants down. He stepped out of them as she stood. Cautiously she reached for him.

"Is this for me?" she asked almost innocently.

"It's all for you," Haru replied, smiling.

Tohru smiled at him, then looked down, concentrating and trying to think of her next move. She wasn't used to being the aggressor. Perhaps she should've had this better planned. Of course, this was a bit of a surprise in and of itself too. Besides, he was her Christmas present. And she wanted him to be as happy and fulfilled as herself.

Grinning wickedly, she wrapped her fingers around his stiff length and pulled lightly. Haru groaned. She took a step back tugging on him again. Haru had no choice but to follow. She continued this, moving towards the bed and pulling him with her.

Keeping one hand on his engorged manhood, she placed the other on his shoulder. Using that as leverage, she rose on her tip toes and planted a teasing kiss on his lips. His hands held her hips to keep her from falling into him and aided into maneuvering them into the position she desired.

"Sit down," she told him gently.

He shook his head. "Not just yet," he whispered, kissing the tip of her nose as his hands began to massage the skin of her back under her shirt. "Fair is fair."

Slowly, Haru lifted Tohru's blouse over her head. He placed tiny kisses along her neckline as the sleeves of her blouse held her hostage. But soon the silk of her blouse fell away, and her hands grasped at his bare hips as his fingers caressed her thighs. Finally he found the bottom of her skirt.

Nuzzling his nose between her breasts, he grasped the hem of her skirt and tugged it down, much like she had already done to him. As he pulled, he lowered himself until he was partially sitting on the edge of the bed. Placing a kiss to her now bared stomach, he pushed the skirt to the floor and allowed her to step free of it. He grasped her hips and pulled her closer. She held onto his shoulders so as not to get too close.

"Now I'm sitting," he told her with a smile. "What do you want to do with your present now?"

Tohru blushed. "Lie down," she whispered.

Haru did as instructed, stretching himself out on the bed so that his head rested on the pillows and his feet pointed to the foot board of the bed. Leisurely he stretched his arms over his head, resting his hands behind his head, his elbows on the pillows. He relaxed as Tohru once again smiled at him, reaching for him. His mind was screaming to take over, but he tuned it out. All that mattered were the soft lips trailing kisses along his stomach, the hand gently massaging his aching manhood, and the wonderful sensations that sent his blood raging.

Tohru marveled at her own assertiveness. She'd had her moments of control, but none of them made her feel quite like this. Not domineering, but powerful. And the fact that Haru was the willing supplicant made it all the more sweeter.

She quickly set to work, trailing kissing along his abdomen and hips until she took her first taste of his engorged flesh. She smiled as he gasped, emboldened enough to take him into her mouth. With careful concentration she engulfed his entire staff on the first try. She felt a hand tangle in her hair and began a slow rhythm.

Haru watched as Tohru sunk onto his length, pulling with her lips and teasing with her tongue. He growled at the sight of her as she began to move, applying just the right amount of pressure from base to tip and back again. Soon watching became too much and he closed his eyes. But even then he could feel his crest approaching. His darker side desired it. He, however, wanted this to last just a little longer. He groaned as she continued despite his silent pleas and sighed as she stopped. Opening his eyes, he watched as she slid up and straddled his hips.

Tohru couldn't believe how aroused she was, how her body had reacted to her ministrations to her lover's body. She told herself she could hold out, but soon the desire to become one, the desire to please, took over. She positioned herself above his length.

She looked at Haru, as if waiting for permission. He gave it by placing his hands on her hips to help guide her. Her smile grew as she felt his head at her slick entrance. Rising on her knees, she sunk onto him, taking him inch by inch until she could take him no further.

They both sighed at the contact.

Haru tried to keep his hips still, but he couldn't help wanted to feel her warm center closer to him. As she began to ride him he would thrust upward to meet her. They maintained a somewhat leisurely pace.

Through slit eyelids he watched as Tohru tried to pick up the pace, but his hands on her hips wouldn't allow her. She pouted at first, feeling as if she were being denied her climax. But on one particular upthrust, Haru hit a soft spot inside of her, causing her to cry out. He hit it a second time, causing her to reach her peak. She came quickly, breathing heavily and swaying above him. He paused to allow her time to recover before moving her hips over his and continuing the rhythm they had previously set.

Tohru's second orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. Her breath caught and she felt as if all the air in her lungs had been forced out. She opened her mouth to cry out her lover's name, but no sound came forth. Instead, she closed her eyes, threw back her head and rode husband's still rigid staff until she was spent.

Haru grimaced as Tohru came again. The clenching of her muscles and her fingernails digging into his shoulders was almost too much. Almost. It wasn't time yet. Not quite. Hold on just a little longer.

To Tohru's surprise, she found herself being thrown backwards. She landed on the bed, bouncing on her back from the force. She watched as Haru drew up to his knees then crawled over her like a hungry cat. Before she could even comment, her lips were taken in a hungry kiss.

Her body spoke, though, pushing her hips so they rubbed against his. The pulse point between her legs began to throb again as she realized that he was still hard. Almost painfully so. Without being told, Tohru wrapped her legs around Haru's waist and he thrusted home quickly, effortlessly.

Haru groaned, burying his face against Tohru's chest as he pounded into her mercilessly. This was it, his body told him. His dark side reveled in her submission while his white side marveled at her passion, her love. He heard her scream his name, no doubt loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Murmuring her name in response, he pushed himself inside of her one last time. Moaning he held himself there, allowing her spasming muscles to bring him to completion, milking him dry.

Arms shaking, Haru placed a kiss just above Tohru's left breast before pulling his limp member from her still spasming hole. He had the presence of mind to collapse beside her, his legs still tangled with hers. His eyes closed and he'd thought he'd fallen asleep until he felt a light pressure on his lips. He smiled opening his eyes.

"Haru?"

"Hmm?"

"I have a special present for you too." Rolling onto her side, she leaned in as close as she could. Placing a lazy kiss on his cheek, she murmured in his ear. "I'm pregnant."

The emotions that blazed in Haru's eyes ranged from utter shock to complete joy. His head practically snapped around and he caught her lips in an almost punishing kiss. With both hands cupping her face, he rolled to his side and said, "Honto ni?"

Tohru nodded, smiling. "Hai." She grabbed his hands and held them in her own.

"How far along--?"

"Six weeks," she informed him. "I found out two days ago."

Haru's eyes widened. "Two days! Tohru, why didn't you tell me?"

A light blush crept to her cheeks and she bowed her head. "Well, I wanted to make it a surprise. Part of your Christmas present, really. But...."

Haru sat up as Tohru's voice faded away. Concern showed on his face. "But what?" He freed one of his hands so he could tilt her chin upward. Their eyes met and he could see that she was on the verge of tears. "What is it, Tohru?"

"It's just that...well, we've both been so busy lately. And so much has happened," she tried to smile, but it was a shadow of her usual cheerful gesture. Haru squeezed her hand in reassurance. "We...I mean...we've never talked about having children. I...wasn't sure how you'd react. I was afraid--"

"Oh Tohru." He kissed her temple, her forehead and her cheek. "Of course I want kids. I want a family."

"What if it's a girl?" she asked through her tears.

Haru wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "As long as she's as beautiful as her mother, I'll have no complaints."

Tohru giggled at this. "And what about a boy?"

Haru smiled, lightly brushing his lips against hers. "Let's hope he doesn't have a split personality like his father. Or worse yet...the WRONG personality." Tohru laughed aloud at this, and Haru couldn't hold back a chuckle. He rested his forehead against hers. "So what about you? You want kids?"

"Of course!" Tohru nearly exclaimed. She looked shocked he'd even ask.

Haru kissed the tip of her nose. "Then we've talked about it. You don't have to worry." He lifted himself on his arms and smiled down at her. "Actually, a small herd wouldn't be too bad."

Tohru tried to stifle a giggle. "A herd? You sound like a cow."

"You forget, darling," he said, lying down beside her once again. "I am one." Pulling the sheets up over himself and his wife, Haru rested his head on his pillow. "For now, let's get some sleep. We have a lot to do later today."

Tohru nodded, her eyes already drifting shut. She rolled onto her side, her back facing Haru. He cuddled up as closely behind her as he dared, keeping some of the blankets between them. With a sigh, Haru's right arm carefully circled around Tohru's middle, his fingers lightly grazing the flat of her stomach. He smiled as he drifted off to sleep, wondering what other gifts Tohru could give him for Christmas that could possibly be any better than the one he already got.


~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). All copyrights go to them and not me. All characters are used here without permission. Some liberties have been taken...and not necessarily for myself.... ^_-