Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Too Much Birthday ❯ 13 ( Chapter 13 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Furuba Lemon RR 
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Completed
Yuki sighed. There wasn't much else he could do. What else could one do when a small gaggle of girls danced idiotically in front of one's house? What else could one do when this didn't seem odd?
"I didn't think they knew where you lived," Saki said. Her hand was still latched to his, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by the Yuki fan club.
"Neither did I," Yuki responded dully, peaceful fan-girl-less days passing before his mind's eye.
The one who looked like she was the head of the group broke their odd formation to point aggressively at Saki. "You!" she shrieked. "Witch girl!"
"Me?" Saki answered softly, placing a hand gently on her chest. She decided to play along for a while. For some reason everything seemed vastly amusing to her.
The spastic girl twisted her face into a combination of agony and anger. "Don't touch our prince so boldly!"
Saki looked down with bewilderment at the hand holding Yuki's. "But I'm just holding his hand. There's hardly anything indecent about that."
"You're threatening his purity," the girl argued. The other two girls agreed succinctly with their leader. "Yuki is for no one woman."
"What a sad life," Saki whispered only loud enough for Yuki to hear. He felt a tingle go down his spine and he wasn't quite sure why. "But unfortunately for you all," Saki continued louder with a smirk. "I've been much more bold than simply holding his hand."
As if to demonstrate her point, Saki leaned in seductively toward Yuki a placed a series of butterfly kisses on his cheek.
"Wha -- what kind of spells did you put on him, witch?" the trio demanded as one. Fear and dismay filled their eyes.
Yuki for his part stood transfixed. He didn't want to move toward Saki for fear that it would trigger his curse, and yet he couldn't manage to convince his body to move an inch away from the dark girl. He watched his fan club's reaction with detached amusement, but his real attention lay elsewhere.
Saki paused a moment, looking as if she was wondering if she should answer the question or not. "Spell?" she repeated. "I suppose it's one that lasts all night and leaves in the morning with a wonderful headache to remember it by," she chortled.
"Let our prince out of your grasp!" one of the girls demanded, her brave words overshadowed by her body tremors. She remembered well the day that she visited Hanajima's house.
"I should think a prince were capable of saving himself, right?" Saki asked Yuki.
"I'm not under any spell," Yuki explained, sounding exasperated. "Would you please leave? This is a birthday party for a dear friend, and you three are ruining it."
"But --" they started to protest.
"Yes, do leave us alone," Saki teased in her monotone. She placed a light kiss on Yuki's lips. Hearing the incredulous exclamations from the other girls, Saki decided to send out a little electrical charge to... help them along.
"You're very useful to have around," Yuki quipped when he saw that they were finally alone. Saki smiled in amusement, but Yuki flinched at his own words. "I'm sorry, I'm not thinking very clearly right now. I shouldn't have said that."
"Don't suppress yourself so much." Saki pushed her face to his in a searing kiss. "Just let go."
Yuki wasn't about to argue with her there. He grabbed her waist, not sure where he was allowed to touch. All he knew was that he wanted to touch everything, but acting on that impulse wouldn't be the smartest thing in the world.
Saki lowered the intensity of her kisses until she was just lightly applying slow kisses. Without stopping her lips, she moved her hands to her waist to cover his hands. He had been motionless for far too long, in her mind. She moved his hands to her stomach, coaxing them to make little circles there. She took one hand and moved it to her back,
encouraging him further in exploring the yet unexplored.
Fire was everywhere for Yuki. It was there on her lips, beneath his hands, and, most intensely, in his groin. Had she allowed him to think, he would have been embarrassed about his rapidly growing desire. But he couldn't think. It was the alcohol, it was her, it was the pure desire.
She once again made her hands busy by unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it aside. She paused in kissing him long enough to get a good look. Satisfied, she put her mouth again to good work, this time softly attacking his chin, neck, shoulders, and almost anything else she could touch.
As she began to explore his chest, he started searching hers. Saki bit her lip at the wonderful sensation of his warm hand cupping her breast through her clothes.
"There are too many clothes here, don't you think?" Saki said, and Yuki could have sworn she purred. He gulped nervously but didn't deny her statement.
What he didn't think of was the fact that she was wearing a dress -- one discarded item meant that she was facing him in only her underwear.
And this was exactly the situation Yuki found himself in, staring at Saki in her skimpy, frilly black lingerie with black cloth pooled at her feet.
"Someone will see you here." Yuki could kick himself for that being the first thing to come to mind... well, *almost* the first thing.
"True," she replied with a blush gracing her cheeks. She'd been a bit caught up in the moment. "So that leaves us with three choices. First, we could stop what we're doing, dress, and go back to the party. Second, keep on going here and risk an interruption. Or third," she smirked and looked at him through half lidded eyes, "we could move our
little party to a more private area."
Yuki's eyes widened at the implications of the last choice. His throat was too dry to give an answer, but his face revealed all of what he was thinking.
"That's my choice, too," Saki smiled and picked up her discarded dress. "Let's go upstairs."
"I didn't think they knew where you lived," Saki said. Her hand was still latched to his, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by the Yuki fan club.
"Neither did I," Yuki responded dully, peaceful fan-girl-less days passing before his mind's eye.
The one who looked like she was the head of the group broke their odd formation to point aggressively at Saki. "You!" she shrieked. "Witch girl!"
"Me?" Saki answered softly, placing a hand gently on her chest. She decided to play along for a while. For some reason everything seemed vastly amusing to her.
The spastic girl twisted her face into a combination of agony and anger. "Don't touch our prince so boldly!"
Saki looked down with bewilderment at the hand holding Yuki's. "But I'm just holding his hand. There's hardly anything indecent about that."
"You're threatening his purity," the girl argued. The other two girls agreed succinctly with their leader. "Yuki is for no one woman."
"What a sad life," Saki whispered only loud enough for Yuki to hear. He felt a tingle go down his spine and he wasn't quite sure why. "But unfortunately for you all," Saki continued louder with a smirk. "I've been much more bold than simply holding his hand."
As if to demonstrate her point, Saki leaned in seductively toward Yuki a placed a series of butterfly kisses on his cheek.
"Wha -- what kind of spells did you put on him, witch?" the trio demanded as one. Fear and dismay filled their eyes.
Yuki for his part stood transfixed. He didn't want to move toward Saki for fear that it would trigger his curse, and yet he couldn't manage to convince his body to move an inch away from the dark girl. He watched his fan club's reaction with detached amusement, but his real attention lay elsewhere.
Saki paused a moment, looking as if she was wondering if she should answer the question or not. "Spell?" she repeated. "I suppose it's one that lasts all night and leaves in the morning with a wonderful headache to remember it by," she chortled.
"Let our prince out of your grasp!" one of the girls demanded, her brave words overshadowed by her body tremors. She remembered well the day that she visited Hanajima's house.
"I should think a prince were capable of saving himself, right?" Saki asked Yuki.
"I'm not under any spell," Yuki explained, sounding exasperated. "Would you please leave? This is a birthday party for a dear friend, and you three are ruining it."
"But --" they started to protest.
"Yes, do leave us alone," Saki teased in her monotone. She placed a light kiss on Yuki's lips. Hearing the incredulous exclamations from the other girls, Saki decided to send out a little electrical charge to... help them along.
"You're very useful to have around," Yuki quipped when he saw that they were finally alone. Saki smiled in amusement, but Yuki flinched at his own words. "I'm sorry, I'm not thinking very clearly right now. I shouldn't have said that."
"Don't suppress yourself so much." Saki pushed her face to his in a searing kiss. "Just let go."
Yuki wasn't about to argue with her there. He grabbed her waist, not sure where he was allowed to touch. All he knew was that he wanted to touch everything, but acting on that impulse wouldn't be the smartest thing in the world.
Saki lowered the intensity of her kisses until she was just lightly applying slow kisses. Without stopping her lips, she moved her hands to her waist to cover his hands. He had been motionless for far too long, in her mind. She moved his hands to her stomach, coaxing them to make little circles there. She took one hand and moved it to her back,
encouraging him further in exploring the yet unexplored.
Fire was everywhere for Yuki. It was there on her lips, beneath his hands, and, most intensely, in his groin. Had she allowed him to think, he would have been embarrassed about his rapidly growing desire. But he couldn't think. It was the alcohol, it was her, it was the pure desire.
She once again made her hands busy by unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it aside. She paused in kissing him long enough to get a good look. Satisfied, she put her mouth again to good work, this time softly attacking his chin, neck, shoulders, and almost anything else she could touch.
As she began to explore his chest, he started searching hers. Saki bit her lip at the wonderful sensation of his warm hand cupping her breast through her clothes.
"There are too many clothes here, don't you think?" Saki said, and Yuki could have sworn she purred. He gulped nervously but didn't deny her statement.
What he didn't think of was the fact that she was wearing a dress -- one discarded item meant that she was facing him in only her underwear.
And this was exactly the situation Yuki found himself in, staring at Saki in her skimpy, frilly black lingerie with black cloth pooled at her feet.
"Someone will see you here." Yuki could kick himself for that being the first thing to come to mind... well, *almost* the first thing.
"True," she replied with a blush gracing her cheeks. She'd been a bit caught up in the moment. "So that leaves us with three choices. First, we could stop what we're doing, dress, and go back to the party. Second, keep on going here and risk an interruption. Or third," she smirked and looked at him through half lidded eyes, "we could move our
little party to a more private area."
Yuki's eyes widened at the implications of the last choice. His throat was too dry to give an answer, but his face revealed all of what he was thinking.
"That's my choice, too," Saki smiled and picked up her discarded dress. "Let's go upstairs."