Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ The Journey Home ❯ That Night ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or the characters, they belong to Natsuki Takaya, I just like playing with them (oh that sounds so bad, especially with this chapter).

A/N: Please read the warning below. Sorry this took so darn long to post! ^_^;; This whole chapter is a flashback, and it gives away the identity of the father (if you remember the earlier chapters). I like that I can reveal it without revealing it, I am so strange. A big thanks to Yuki The Rat for help and encouragement, and because I would have never had the courage to post this version without you (but then again I may not have written this version without you, mwha-haha). Also thanks to everyone who's reviewed and to my fiery long-time-friend for making me feel less hentai for writing this. ^_~

WARNING: This chapter is rated R for sexual content. It isn't a lemon, but I'm told it's more than a lime (it's a limeon, haha). If you aren't comfortable with that, or don't know what those terms mean, you may not want to read it. There may be OOC moments (or the whole thing, or something... yeah) so if that bothers you, this might not be the story for you. (Hey, this is fiction, it's my world and I can do what I want with it!) Also if premarital sex and/or unwed pregnancy bother you, this probably isn't the story for you.

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"The Journey Home"

Chapter 6: That Night

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*~*~*~*~* Seven weeks earlier *~*~*~*~*

He found himself outside her apartment at three o'clock in the morning. He just wanted to talk to her, to find out if it was true. Had she really done that? Why would she do such a thing? He needed to know, but now that he was here, he wasn't sure what to do. If he knocked on the door he'd wake her up, but if he waited outside someone might see him. The last thing he wanted was for the police to show up and think he was a burglar or peeping tom.

Knocking was the better option, and it's not like she ever got mad. She would be tired and surprised to see him, but she would smile, let him in, and make him tea or even breakfast. He smiled at the memory of one of her delicious breakfasts. He would give anything to have her with him again every morning, even if those two had to be there also.

He laid his hand against the door. She was inside, asleep, probably with her arm wrapped around the teddy bear that damn dog gave her. As much as he ached for an explanation, he couldn't bring himself to wake her. What was he thinking to come here at this hour? 'You weren't' he answered.

He should just leave and come back at a decent hour. He sighed, for he could no more leave than pull the stars from the sky. He was stuck, but it was just as well. Being arrested for a pervert would be better than seeing the truth in her eyes.

He leaned his head on the door near his hand and looked at the doorknob. She was probably still too trusting and never remembered to lock it... he hesitated a moment then reached a hand out to try the lock. The handle turned and the door opened just a crack. He paused, was it ok to go in uninvited? Probably not, but it's not like he was gonna do anything bad. He would just sit on the couch until she woke up.

He took a step into the apartment and shut the door silently behind him. 'I wonder if they make door locks on timers,' he thought as he locked the door and his eyes adjusted to the dark of the living room. That's when he saw her.

She was wearing nothing but pale pink panties and a small tank top and was draped on the couch in a manner that brought all sorts of primal urges to life. The urges were familiar, he felt them whenever he was around her, but they'd never been this strong.

He watched her chest rise and fall with the steady, even breaths of deep sleep. He drank her in, his eyes moving slowly over her every line and curve, dip and peak. His breathing changed. 'Calm down, that daisy swimsuit she wore at the beach didn't show much less,' he thought to himself. Of course, that day they had been surrounded by Sohmas, and now they were alone in the dark. His gaze drifted unwittingly back to her chest. 'And the swimsuit was a thicker material,' he thought as his mind registered the darker circles showing through the thin, white tank top.

'It's hot in here, that must be why she's sleeping like this' he guessed and walked to the middle of the room to turn up the ceiling fan. It did feel better with the air moving, but the fan was mostly an excuse to get near her. He looked down at her peaceful, beautiful face and walked closer, stopping a couple feet away.

The clouds outside the window shifted and moonlight flowed into the room, illuminating the ivory of her skin. She stirred in her sleep and sighed softly, a happy, contented sigh. He thought she might wake up and started to back away, thinking it would be better if she didn't find him two feet away gawking at her. He froze as she moaned softy and ran her hand along her waist and up under her shirt. He watched, transfixed, as her hand ran along her stomach then down to rest on her thigh. He sucked in a breath, the movement had left the tank top pushed up, leaving her midsection exposed.

Almost in a daze, he moved over to the couch and sat by her thighs. She pressed her leg against him and made a noise like a contented babe. The sound was so alluring and the moonlight so beautiful on her pale skin that he couldn't help himself, he had to touch her. Just one little touch and he would go, he promised himself, his reason for being there completely forgotten. He reached out slowly, reverently, and softly brushed a shaky finger along the skin of her knee. When she didn't stir he became bolder and moved on to her upper arm, her temple, her cheek. He trailed a finger down from her chin and smoothed his entire hand over her stomach. He caressed the curve of her hip and started like a thief when she caught his hand and said something softly... was it his name?

He leaned closer to see if she was awake. Her eyes were closed and she had a strange expression on her face, almost pain. He whispered her name, and she moaned his while taking his face between her hands. Before he knew what was happening, she had brought her lips to his. He let out a sound of surprise, but it was lost as her tongue found entrance and began to explore his mouth.

At first he was immobile, eyes wide with disbelief, too shocked to react. As she continued to kiss him passionately, he just sat there. Not moving, not thinking. He started to come back to himself and realized he liked the way she looked this close, with her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed. Then the sensations registered and they were exquisite.

Her hands on the side of his face, her warm breath on his cheek, her soft lips pressed to his, her tongue running along his teeth, he had dreamed of this for so long, he wished it could go on forever. Even if she was asleep, even if she didn't know what she was doing, he would take the taste of heaven offered him. He closed his eyes and returned her kiss, his tongue tangling with hers and finding its way into her mouth.

His hands itched to touch her. Now that they'd felt how soft her skin was, they wanted to touch every inch of it (and certain inches more). He put them at his sides and gripped the fabric of his pants. He would steal a kiss, but no more. 'And,' the other side of his mind told him, 'if you don't touch her maybe you can prolong the moment when she comes to and pushes you away.'

She shifted and moved towards him, giving him no choice but to sit back against the couch or transform. Still kissing him, she moved her hands to his shoulders and straddled him. Almost all self control and good intentions lost, he put his hands on her hips as she worked at the buttons of his shirt. He made little sounds of pleasure deep in his throat as her fingers brushed against his chest, then his stomach, as she worked her way down the long row of buttons.

When the last button was undone she broke the kiss and leaned back, pushing the fabric from his shoulders. Through the haze of desire it registered that her eyes were open and she was looking at him with an emotion he had never seen before. 'Wha-' he lost all train of thought when she smiled slightly, leaned towards him, and began kissing the skin of his shoulder. With a groan he was no longer able to hold back when her tongue began tasting his skin.

He trailed a hand up her back, under her shirt, gently kneading her soft skin. She arched into his hand and let out an "mmm..." of pleasure, her movement bringing her chest forward invitingly. He watched her face for any sign of shock or revulsion as he put his free hand to a breast and felt its weight. She drew in a breath and he moaned when her nipple hardened in his hand.

He pulled her towards him and rested his forehead just below her neck, breathing deeply. She hadn't said a word, and he wondered briefly if she even knew where this was leading or what she was doing. He looked at his hand where it rested on her breast. She seemed to like touching him, and being touched by him, but she couldn't want....

She wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his head up for a kiss. She wiggled on his lap and pushed herself into his hand as she whispered, "More," so softly he thought he'd imagined it. He kissed her with fervor and she whispered "More" again before returning his kiss with the same intensity. He complied, moving the hand that was on her back to her other breast. She pulled back suddenly and whispered "no." He immediately removed his hands, thinking whatever spell she was under had ended, she had come to her senses, realizing what she was doing and with whom.

He was considering how best to avoid her freaking out when she surprised him by pulling the little tank top over her head and tossing it to the floor. His eyes widened and he saw her blush as he looked at her bare skin. She was more beautiful than he imagined. He looked to her for permission and their eyes met, his filled with disbelief and wonder, hers with that emotion he couldn't name. As if sensing what he needed, she took his hands and brought them to her bare breasts. Holding his eyes locked to hers, he leaned forward to kiss her lips softly before dropping his head to her chest.

He tentatively flicked his tongue over a taught, rosy nipple. She gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders. He closed his eyes and ran his tongue around in a circle then flicked again, experimenting. She tightened her grasp and he fully claimed the soft bud. She pushed herself against his lap and rocked her hips as he alternated between gently sucking and flicking her ripe peak. She wound her hands in his hair and pushed him harder against her breast. When he increased his tongue's speed she jerked against his lap and moaned his name loud enough to be heard through the open window and out on the street below.

She groaned in protest when his mouth left her nipple to trail over the rest of her full breast. When he rolled the bud of the other breast against his palm she made a sound of pleasure and pushed his head sideways. He took the hint and moved to the other peak, starting his attentions anew and eliciting even louder moans of bliss.

She rocked her hips hard against him and pushed his shoulders to the back of the couch. He sat back from her as her hands trailed down his chest and stomach. When she began unbuttoning his pants he lost all coherent thought....

...And didn't regain it until well past dawn.

If you're still uncertain about who the father is, go back and read the end of chapter 4 (Yuki and Kyo's memories), that's where the give-away is. Then if you're still uncertain, email me and I'll tell you (haha that's not as much fun, but I do so love email!), or wait until the next chapter because I'll be using his name sometimes from now on. I think this chapter is a big glaring spotlight on who it is, but I wrote it so it's hard to look at it from the point of not knowing... uhmm yeah.

If the father isn't who you thought it was, I hope it was a nice surprise and my mission is accomplished. I can be a little evil sometimes, eh? *grins* I was going for a surprise, but I don't know, maybe it wasn't really surprising. And uhmm... you're welcome to threaten my life (as long as you're not serious ^_^;;;), but I hope no-one is disappointed enough to stop reading. ^_^

The next chapter should be up pretty soon because I have this week free from classes, yay! I do have homework to catch up on, but ehh, I like writing more. I sure hope the plot starts moving soon or this is going to be a very long story... not that that's bad. ^_^ If you're wondering why it's seven weeks and not six, that's because there was another week during the events of the other chapters, in case that wasn't clear. ^_^

I like the way one author put it, I hope s/he doesn't mind if I quote "if you've come this far you've obviously read, so please review". I will add, though, please be kind since this is my first fan fiction and I'm very sensitive. Bad reviews... "I don't know if I could take that kind of rejection!" (Toy Story... never mind, I'm crazy.) I proofread it myself, which is hard to do, so there's probably still some errors (though I hope not so many that it's hard to read). Please let me know of any glaring errors and I'll fix 'em.