Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Using Your Head ❯ How to Wake A Sleeping Princess ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: If you need to be told that I don't own Fruits Basket in any way, shape or form, then you need more help than I do.

A/N: I really wasn't intending to write more on this piece---and it is consequently very short---but R Junkie badgered me into it. I owed her for stopping work on Force of Destiny. So, this was for you, girl! Many thanks to everyone who supported me with reviews. I love you all! *huggles*

Using Your Head

How Prince Charming really woke Sleeping Beauty…

With a last longing glance at Tohru, Yuki slipped off the edge of the bed and padded over to the low dresser sitting against one wall. Sucking in a deep breath, he reached down and grasped the handles of the top right drawer, pulling slowly and smoothly to avoid creating unnecessary noise. It wouldn't do to awaken the girl right now, before he had indulged his almost desperate need to know. This was where he had seen Tohru replacing her laundry one day, and Yuki had been driven mad with curiosity ever since to get a better look.

Inch by agonizing inch, the drawer revealed its contents to Yuki's hungry gaze. Little stacks of neatly folded white cotton met his eyes, and the rat let out a small sigh of disappointment. Really, what had he expected from shy, innocent Tohru, a hidden stash of scandalously scanty lingerie? Well, yeah, he actually had hoped for that, in a small, secret place located disturbingly near to his southern brain.

Yuki poked a finger into the soft mass of sunshine-scented cotton and pulled out a pair of the childish panties. A slight smile curved his lips at the appropriateness of underwear to its owner. Pure, innocent, sturdy, unprepossessing…all of the things Tohru herself was.

Moving to put the garment back in with its mates, Yuki noticed that his illicit fishing had knocked over one of the little stacks of white. A flash of scarlet caught his attention and he tilted his head to the side to investigate without further dislodging Tohru's garments. What his closer inspection revealed had him sucking in a gasp of disbelief.

With eager fingers, he reached out to remove the top two pairs of obscuring cotton underwear, tossing them casually to the side in his haste to uncover the bounty they had hidden. There, before his wondering eyes, lay a hidden treasure of jewel-toned silk and filmy lace in seductive styles designed to inflame the male mind.

Yuki felt his stomach tighten as he reached out to remove a gauzy concoction of pink voile and black lace. As he spread the fabric between his fingers, searching for the waistband, Yuki finally realized why there seemed to be one too many openings. A blush rose to his cheeks as his nether regions swelled at the heated images flooding his hormone-washed brain.

Delicate, virginal Tohru, his innocent and untried love, had hidden crotchless underwear under her plain white cotton panties!

Did she wear these? To school? Yuki couldn't imagine the socially shy rice ball risking discovery of her secret fetish by her schoolmates in the locker room. So, if she only wore those acceptable cotton underwear at school, when did she put on these risqué and almost non-existent excuses for underclothes? The chance to find out lay a few feet away, slumbering undisturbed on her bed.

As if compelled, Yuki's feet moved steadily over to the pink comforter-shrouded girl. Reaching out with a shaking hand, he grasped the edge of the blanket and pulled down. When Tohru was bare to the knees, he switched his grip from the blanket edge to the hem of her yellow flowered skirt and raised the cloth, revealing smooth, creamy skin to his burning amethyst gaze.

Tohru moaned softly and shifted slightly at the feel of the cool air against her exposed skin, but remained deeply asleep. Yuki didn't know what he would do if she woke up to discover him sneaking a peek up her skirt, but he was powerless to stop himself. Besides, Hatori had told him to do something to shock the little rice ball, right?

By the time all of these thoughts had tumbled through his head, he had worked the skirt hem up to the top of Tohru's thighs. There before to his wondering eyes was a purple satin-and-lace triangle with the words "Little Brother's Princess" embroidered in delicate gold thread.

Well. That certainly answered any questions Yuki had about where the lingerie came from. He didn't know whether to be grateful to his perverted brother, or to rush out into the hallway and beat him into snake venom. The dilemma was forgotten as Tohru shifted slightly, drawing one knee out a bit and giving him a clear view of--- Yuki's mouth went suddenly dry and sweat popped out on his forehead.

Were all of the underwear like the ones still clenched in his fist? What did his brother think he was doing, filling Tohru's wardrobe with things like this? Did she ask for them, or was she somehow tricked into accepting them? How was he ever going to look her in the eye again, knowing what kind of utterly delicious undergarments she had on? Was the silk as soft as her skin?

The last question overrode all others and Yuki reached out a hand, sliding the slender fingers up the inside of Tohru's thigh. With the memory of the glide of her smooth skin still imprinted on his fingertips, he brushed his index finger over the silk covering, comparing the two sensations. Skin and silk were equally smooth, but whereas the fabric was cool to the touch, Tohru's skin was warm and inviting.

At the gentle pressure of Yuki's questing hands, Tohru moaned again and shifted restlessly, opening her thighs wider in unconscious invitation. After a brief battle with himself, the mouse accepted, slipping his long fingers into the girl's heated depths.

Tohru tiled her hips up instinctively, Yuki's name spilling from her lips in a strangled cry of pleasure before she was even awake. Her eyes drifted open in dazed wonder.

Without removing his hand from between her thighs, Yuki pulled himself up to lie beside Tohru on the bed.

"Yuki-kun?" she asked uncertainly, "Is this a dream?"

"No, Tohru-san. This is no dream," Yuki replied softly, reassuringly. "Do you want me to stop? Does this," Yuki stroked his finger over the tight bud at the top of her cleft, wringing another gasp from Tohru, "bother you?"

Panting, eyes glazing over with the heat of desire, the young woman simply shook her head. Relief and joy washed over Yuki at the knowledge that he could show his love for Tohru in this way.

"I've loved you for so long, wanted to do this for so long…" he whispered. "What makes you feel good, Tohru-san? Tell me, and I'll be happy to do it." But the rice ball was speechless, unable to do anything more than concentrate on remembering to breathe.

Frustrated at the wordlessness induced by the incredible sensations pouring through her untried body, Tohru rocked her hips against Yuki's hand and pushed herself up to press her lips to his in a fiery, passionate kiss, her small hands roaming his chest and abdomen with innocent urgency.

The mouse got the message: No more talking. Just love me.

And so he did, until they were skin against skin, fitted together and gasping at the perfection of it all. Moving in primal rhythm, they tumbled over that bright edge, falling into the blissful aftermath of passion in the same way they fell in love with each other.

A/N: Well, I had something a little different in mind for this, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it…today, anyway. ^^ I was going to have Tohru and Yuki as closet kinks, complete with weird fetishes and a hidden stash of silk ropes, bustiers, and a copy of the Kama Sutra. I thought: it's the shy ones who always seem to shock you a little with their adventurous spirit. I should know---I married the "shy type"! But this idea got a little too complicated for a short (stress "short") sequel, so I abandoned it. Maybe I'll come back to it later, or pick it up in a different fic.

I was also going to get a lot more into the actual nitty-gritty of the sex, and even (amazingly) had the drive to do so, but just ran out of time. (Hence the loose ends I left in the plot, too.) I'm still trying to work my way into a true NC-17, and this was something of an exercise for me to break down ingrained shyness. Again, I may come back and add to this---I'm not sure. So for now, this is what you get. Let me know what you think!