Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Uncertainly in Love ❯ Uncertainly in Love ( One-Shot )

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UNCERTAINLY IN LOVE
A Fruits Basket Challenge Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
My answer to the "petting challenge" the awesome Mona-chan has bestowed upon us.
I feel like I'm going out on a limb writing a Momiji x Tohru fic, but it's
really not THAT unusual of a pairing. Told from Momiji's POV. Somewhat PWP.
Lemon. Standard Disclaimer follows the story.




It started like any other day.

I woke up before my alarm went off. After a quick shower, I was dressed and
sitting down to breakfast. Pancakes, YUM!

Haru made some odd comment about my school uniform. We were third year students,
which changed nothing about us really, other than our age. Well perhaps it did
make a difference. I'd grown too. I was almost as tall as Haru. My hair had been
neatly trimmed the night before courtesy of Tohru's friend Uo-chan. She's
actually very good, and was able to do everything I wanted.

Oh yeah! And I was wearing the boys' uniform.

I asked him if I had something on me and he just shook his head. Smiling he
ruffled my hair and walked out the door. I shrugged it off, laughing, and
followed him to school.

School itself was like any other day. Two weeks into the new semester and I have
a fan club. Just like Yuki. HA! So cool. These girls are super spies too. They
waited for me everyday before the bell rang and watched me walk home. Talk about
feeling like a tailed rabbit! I talked to them when they speak to me, but alas I
dared not get too close. Or else, POOF! And that just wouldn't be cool. Not at
all.

It shouldn't have FELT any different from any other day.

But it was.

I always like being alone with Tohru. My fawning and doting child-like manner
was merely to get her attention. I knew she cared about me. I cared about her
too. I had thought of her as a big sister...and she certainly thought I was
young enough. I'm not offended, not by any means. In fact, her innocence, her
naive nature...it makes me love her all the more.

Love.

I think I fell in love with Tohru a year ago. No, that's a lie. I fell in love
with Tohru the day I told her about my mother. She's so caring and
compassionate, Tohru. I would do anything for her.

ANYTHING!

And that's why I agreed to help her out today. Yuki and Kyo were busy over at
Kazuma-san's house. The roof in the dojo sprung a leak with all the Spring rain
we'd been having. Shigure had taken the day to go into town, see his editor and
visit with Ayame. It was just perfect timing! Tohru and I hadn't been able to
spend time together lately -- what with her work and my school and all -- so she
invited me to help her clean the house.

Not the most fun I've had, but still a good time. I got to talk to her, to be
near her, to hear her voice as she hummed. They were the smallest of things, but
good enough for me.

"There, all done!"

"It looks marvelous," Tohru said. The smile on her face boosted my ego by a few
points and it made me smile in return. I'm always happy when she's happy.
"Arigato, Momiji-kun."

She turned towards me and leaned over -- it was nice to be slightly taller than
her now -- as if to plant a kiss on my cheek. I held my breath, forcing myself
to be still and wait patiently, but it didn't work. I turned my face to look at
her and WHAM! I had her in a lip lock!

Well, all right. It wasn't a real kiss...at least not at first. We were both so
surprised that we practically jumped apart. My heart leapt with me. Pounding and
pounding. Gods, but it wouldn't stop! She looked beautiful, standing there so
out of breath. Her fingertips lightly brushed over her lips, the merest of
touches that made my heart flutter. Her eyes never left mine as she gasped in
wonder, silently daring me to do it again.

So I did.

It was a drug. Her kiss, I mean. The moment my lips met hers I wanted more.
More, more, more! A tentative, uncertain brush of lips became an all out French
kiss. At least, I think it would be considered a French kiss. When she gasped I
slid my tongue inside her mouth. Excitement rushed through my veins when she
made no protest and I gave the softest of moans when her tongue began to dance
with mine.

My body suddenly felt like it was on fire. It didn't help that Tohru's gentle
hands were touching me, caressing me. My neck. My shoulders. My arms. My chest.
And my hands ached to touch her, caressing the small of her back. Stroking over
her shoulders and collar bone. Feeling the smooth skin of her neck and that
patch of skin on her chest barely visible above the v-neck of her shirt.

Thousands of thoughts ran through my head, but none of them made sense. Logic
seemed to be something of fantasy. No, Tohru was the fantasy. Was any of this
real? Was I really kissing her as thoroughly as I was? Was she returning my
kisses? Was she really touching me? Was I really touching her, holding her?

I backed off slightly at the last thought. I couldn't hug Tohru and I didn't
feel the tingle of transformation. What a relief! But we were very close, our
bodies mere inches from touching, although my erection cut the distance by an
inch or two. I smiled sheepishly, suddenly at a loss for words.

"Tohru...I....gomen nasai! I think...I got carried away."

"It's all right, Momiji-kun. I...." She bit her bottom lip in thought. How cute!
"I always wondered...."

My eyes widened. "Wondered?"

She nodded, as uncertain about her words as I was. "I always wondered what
kissing you would be like."

I giggled...well, I suppose it was a chuckle, but I'm still boyish at heart.
"And now you know!"

"Hai."

"Ano...how was it?"

I wished I hadn't asked, but then she answered, "It was...breathtaking."

I smiled, my body shivering at the thought of kissing her again. How I wanted to
taste those sweet lips again! "I like breathtaking," I said, cupping her face in
my hands. "You're breathtaking, Tohru."

"Momiji--!"

I pulled her closer and kissed her again, with all the fire I felt in my being,
my soul. I think it was rougher than I had intended, but it conveyed my feelings
fully. I backed it up with words when he parted.

"I love you, Tohru."

Her eyes widened at my words. Fear gripped my heart. Would she reject me? Push
me away? I was prepared for the worst. I hope I kept the fear out of my eyes,
but I know the uncertainty was there. She smiled, cupping my face in her hands.
Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against mine.

"I love you, too, Momiji."

She backed up her confession with another kiss. This one was gentle, deep, and
loving. It was a slow exploration that earned a moan from my befuddled little
mind. Her fingers traced my jaw line and down my neck to my shoulders, causing
shivers of anticipation to roll over my body.

I was surprised when she started to unbutton my shirt, but I didn't stop. Oh no!
I wanted her touch on my bare skin. I was proud of the man I'd grown up to be,
even if I still acted a little childish. My body had filled out in the right
places from exercise and just my usual hyperactivity. My chest muscles rippled
in excitement at the first touch of her fingertips.

Suddenly restless, my own hands began wandering again. Tohru was wearing a plain
dress, all one piece. Nothing to unbutton or unzip. But it didn't matter as I
felt the heat of her skin through the thin cotton material. My hands moved from
her waist upward, my thumbs caressing the area just below her breasts, eliciting
moans and one excited squeal that caused the kiss to break.

We both laughed.

"Tohru," I said as we calmed down. "I'd...like to make love to you...but...."

She looked at me curiously but didn't pull away. "But you're nervous?"

I smiled up at her. I could always count on her to know what was in my heart.
"Hai. But I was thinking...maybe...we could just take it slow. You know...maybe
get to know one another intimately first."

"Okay," she said, giving me her best smile. "How do we do that?"

I smiled at her. A big idiot of a smile. "Well, maybe we should be somewhere
less conspicuous than the kitchen."

Tohru nodded, grabbing my hand. "Let's go upstairs to my room."

She led me upstairs to her room. I kissed her hand as we walked. Trailed little
kisses up her arm until we stood nose to nose outside her door. I placed a
little kiss on the tip of her nose. She giggled, opening the door and pulling me
inside.

The atmosphere seemed to change drastically. Or maybe it was my nerves. My
stomach knotted. My heart skipped several beats. My brain shut down and I'm
pretty sure my vision went black for a few seconds. I couldn't move unless she
moved me. It was a bit strange.

Was I really THAT nervous? Surely not.

"Momiji?"

Or maybe I was.

I reached for her, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her close for another
kiss. Despite all the doubt in my mind. Despite the fact that my nerves were
causing me to freeze up. I needed her near me. As soon as our lips met, her
fingers winding through my unruly blond hair, my body slackened, tension
disappearing.

We parted, panting for breath. Our eyes met as our hands began moving again. Her
smooth fingertips moved across my bared chest against, causing my muscles to
shiver in response. My own hands grasped at the sides of her dress, kneading her
lower back and gathering the material as I did so.

Her hands moved lower, towards the waistband of my pants. Her eyes broke away
from mine, following her fingers as they quested. I groaned, more out of
anticipation than the current action. I never knew her touch could create fire.
Melt my insides. My heart.

I leaned forward as if to kiss her, but I bypassed her mouth and went straight
for her neck. The silky smooth skin was just crying out to be kissed. My lips
pressed gently to her throat, moving in an unsynchronized pattern back towards
her ear. I found one particular spot that made her moan deeply. Just below her
ear. I gave that spot extra attention, simply because I loved hearing her moan.
Whispering my name.

I pulled away, the material of her dress bunched tightly in my fists. With a
small yank, I pulled the fabric upwards. She lifted her arms so I could pull it
over her head. My eyes drank in the sight of her, practically naked, as I tossed
the dress aside. Her cheeks blushed deeply in embarrassment, the red moving the
length of her until her entire body blushed. Her eyes moved downward to look at
the carpet and it seemed as if she was pulling inward, trying to hide herself.

"Tohru...you're beautiful," I told her with all the sincerity in my heart.
"Absolutely beautiful. Don't hide from me, onegai."

My compliments only made her blush a deeper shade of red, but she also gained a
bit of self-confidence. She bloomed like a flower, straightening her body and
shoulders. Her eyes met mine shyly.

"Ne, Momiji is beautiful too," she replied with a bashful smile. "But I can only
see part of him."

I smiled like an idiot again. My usual boyish grin. "Do you want me to undress,
Tohru?" When she nodded I added, "Will you help me?"

I held out my hand to her and she accepted uncertainly. Pulling her closer, I
moved her hand to the waistband of my pants again. With some maneuvering, I
grasped her other hand and placed it beside its partner. She swallowed audibly
and I felt my own nervousness kick back in. Taking a deep breath, I guided her
hands to the button and zipper holding my pants together.

She moved so easily under my guidance, her eyes intently watching every
movement. Her fingers worked on the button and it popped free. The zipper was
next, her fingers shaking slightly as she pulled it down as far as it would go.
A bit of her nervousness seemed to seep free when she realized I was wearing
boxers. Boxers with cute little bunnies on them.

Hey, I said I'm still a kid at heart!

Besides...they're my favorite.

One fingertip traced the outline of one rabbit, her fingernail gently scraping
over my erection. I gasped as she did it again. A third gentle touch caused my
body to shiver. A groan escaped my throat, my hands grabbing the sides of my
pants and pulling them down. Tohru's hands pull away and I grab them quickly. My
voice is light and reassuring...although probably a bit desperate and wanton.

"Don't be afraid, Tohru. I like it when you touch me."

Tohru nodded, her eyes never leaving the sight of my erection. With her hands in
mine, I place them on the waistband of my boxers. I don't need to guide her this
time. Curiosity moves her hands to the bulge protruding from my shorts. I
grasped her hips to help steady myself and leaned my forehead against hers.

She touched me freely and I enjoyed watching her hands as they moved over the
material of my boxers. Her right hand cupped my erection and I groaned aloud. My
hips, wanting more attention, pushed towards her and her hand grasped tightly to
the bulge. I groaned again, whispering her name in appreciate and anticipation.

"May I see...." she began shyly, her eyes downcast once again. "May I see you,
Momiji?"

"Hai," I answered, smiling. If it hadn't been such a romantic moment, I think I
would've bounced with joy.

She moved swiftly, catching me off guard. Her hands grasped the sides of my
shorts and tugged hard. My boxers fell to the floor, my erection no bobbing free
and jumping for joy for me. I felt kind of silly and I could feel my own body
start to heat up. I've never really been self-conscious of my looks, but here I
was in front of Tohru. Completely naked. Red covered me from head to toe. I
could see my embarrassment reflected in her eyes, but there was no censure, no
disgust. Just lust. Pure and simple lust.

And love.

On tiptoe, she leaned forward and placed a kiss to my lips. Her hands grasped my
erection, carefully holding me, moving over and around me. I placed my hands on
her shoulders to help support her. I stroked her upper arm from shoulder to
elbow. After a while, she echoed my movements, her hands moving up and down on
my erection.

It was difficult to breath, her hands moving in an uncertain rhythm of love and
exploration. I groaned into her mouth, my tongue sweeping inside to duel with
hers. She returned the kiss with equal fervor. I was happy when her own breath
caught, my left hand molding to one of her breasts through the silky fabric of
her bra. She grasped tightly to my engorged penis when I teased her nipple with
my fingernail and the kiss broke when I pinched the same nipple between my
fingers. Her hold on my erection loosened and she took a step back.

"Did I hurt you," I asked.

She shook her head. "No, it didn't hurt. It..." she paused, her lips pursing
together in thought. Oh she was so cute! "I can't really describe what it felt
like. But I liked it. Really I did."

I released a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. "That's good. I don't
want to hurt you." My left hand, still on her breast, moves to her shoulder and
my right hand filters through her rich brown hair. I stroke the nape of her
neck, a motion as soothing for her as it is for me. "This is supposed to feel
good. For both of us."

"Momiji...will you...? I-I mean...will you...touch me? Onegai."

I smiled, placing a chaste kiss against her lips in thanks. Carefully I stepped
back and she followed. This continued until we reached her bed. I sat down on
the edge and pulled her down to sit beside me.

"If I do something you don't like, you tell me. Okay?"

"All right," she replied and I could see the blush return to her body. "But I
like it when you touch me, so...AH!"

My hands had already begun a greedy exploration, starting with her bra. Two
clicks and it was gone. WHOOSH! In the air and across the room. I praised her
with my eyes. She was still beautiful. More beautiful even! Her breasts filled
my hands. I cupped them both, one in each hand, testing their weight, feeling
her soft skin.

Leaning forward, I kissed her lightly while forcing her to lie on her side. Her
hands roamed on my chest quickly moving lower. I laid on my side, mirroring her
as my hands massaged her breasts and moved lower. She felt like silk in my
hands, her skin burning wherever I touched, just as mine burned for her. I
simply couldn�t get enough. I had to touch more of her, feel more of her.

But her underwear was in the way.

�Tohru, may I remove your underwear? I�d like to see you as you see me.�

She blushed, but instead of averting her eyes, she looked directly at me. It was
enough to make my heart melt and my body become even more rigid. Gods did my
erection hurt. But it was a good hurt. A VERY good hurt.

Hooking my thumbs in the sides of her underwear, I pulled on them as best as I
could. She wiggled a little so that they moved down past her thighs to her
knees. I enjoyed the sight of her breasts as they jiggled. The sight of her legs
parting slightly, her knees lifting in an effort to kick off the hindering piece
of cloth. My heart stopped beating when my eyes took in her femininity for the
first time. Hidden by a small patch of curls the color of her beautiful hair.

�Momiji, onegai. Touch me.�

There was no saying �no� to her. My hands eagerly roamed over her body, her
hands tentatively moving over mine. I kissed her yet again, tasting her,
reveling in the feel of her skin, her heat. As my left hand massaged her right
breast, my fingers moved lower, sneaking into the patch of brown curls to
explore further.

Tohru moaned into the kiss and I moaned in return, her own hands moving lower
until she grasped my aching penis. One hand moved slowly over my length as her
other hand reached lower still, cupping my balls. I gasped, breaking our kiss as
the sensation of pure bliss washed over me. My own hand reflexively moved to cup
her sex, her moist heat throbbing against my fingers.

I had to tell myself that it couldn�t go any further than this. Not this night.
On the other hand, it was difficult to comprehend anything more wonderful, more
sensational that just having Tohru close to me. To just touch her and be here
with her in the moment.

Leaning closer to her, placing a kiss against her cheek, I slipped a finger
inside her wet core. Her hips immediately bucked against my palm and she gasped
my name. Her hands grasped me tighter, sending wave after wave of pleasure
through my system. I wondered...then moved my finger in a slow rhythm to match
the one she had set before. It took a moment, but her hands began to stroke me
in time to my ministrations.

Oh Gods! It felt soooooo good!

A second finger slipped inside her soaked folds and into her center. I sped up
the pace, scissoring my fingers for effect. She moaned, biting on her bottom lip
so as not to be too loud. The hand on my erection moved faster while my balls
were squeezed tighter.

�AH! Tohru!� It was meant to be a warning. She had squeezed my sac just a little
TOO much. But my words came out more like a plea. And it was. My body cried out
for release. Hers did the same, throbbing in time to our frantic heartbeats. I
inserted a third finger and began a furious rhythm to carry both of us over the
edge.

Her hand moved in time with the pumping rhythm of my fingers inside her core.
Her other hand relinquished its hold on my sac and moved upward, sinking into my
hair, holding my head close to her shoulder. I thought she was going to pull my
hair out, but Gods it felt wonderful!

I lavished kisses along her shoulder, moving as far down as the top of her
breast. Moving any lower would've broken our connection and that wouldn't have
been any good, especially when her fingers felt so good moving along the length
of my erection. From base to tip. From head to base. Her grasp varied and the
rhythm was pure heaven.

She was already so wet I didn't think it possible for her to get any wetter, but
when her first orgasm hit her, liquid rushed in to my hand. She moaned aloud,
her breath catching and for a moment her body stiffened. Her hands grasped me
tightly as well and I had to bite back my own moan. I slowed my rhythm, allowing
her to come down from her high before bringing her to another. And another.

Her third orgasm came as a scream. My name filled the room. And I came in her
hand as she tugged hard. One final gasp. One final moan. One final rush of pure
bliss. My body shivered as I poured my seed into Tohru�s hand, splashing both of
our bodies as it spilled onto the sheets of the bed. I wanted to lift my head,
to kiss her, but I found it weighed a ton. Instead I kissed the top of her
breast and rested my forehead against her shoulder.

As I floated down off my orgasm I realized something I should�ve been paying
attention to earlier. Our bodies were very close, with barely an inch of space
between them. But my hand rested on her hip. Her hands rested on my chest. My
head was bowed, my chin resting against her cheek as her face was buried in my
shoulder. We were too close!

>POOF!<

ACK! Too late!

�Momiji?�

�Hai?�

Tohru held her arms out to me and I hopped -- it was still nice to be close to
her even in rabbit form -- into her lap as she forced herself to sit upright.

�Is it okay if we sleep for a little while before we go exploring again?�

Again? She wanted to go again? Was it even possible? My body hummed at the
thought of touching her again. Of cumming into her sweet, delicate hands. I
smiled, snuggling into her arms as she pulled the covers over us.

But sleep was good, too.

�Hai,� I replied, praying that when I woke it wouldn�t be a dream. It had felt
too real, despite my uncertainty. Despite hers.

Uncertainly in love. That�s us.

But boy is it fun!

~OWARI~

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). They own furuba. THEM! Not me! *sigh* All characters are used here without
permission. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to
give away my bills. ^_^