Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Wanting and Waiting ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

WANTING AND WAITING
A Fruits Basket Challenge Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


CHALLENGE: Bring him to tears! Have her do or say something that brings him to tears, whether he's emotional or not! (Wk 72)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm working up to my 100th Furuba fic. I think this makes 94 or so. Anyway, I wanted to share a little Kyoru love. They so deserve it. ^_^ WARNING for LEMON content. SPOILER WARNING for those who have not read or are not familiar with chapters 129-131 and higher of the manga.




What the hell is wrong with me?

The feel of bare skin against mine. The touch of lips upon swollen lips. The moans and whimpers still echo in my head. An intoxicating melody that plays as quick flashes of the previous night roll like film through my head.

What the hell did I do?

It had been so easy. So easy to pull her close without worry or embarrassment. So easy to kiss her, over and over. To mold her breasts with my hands and sink fingers into the warm depths of her center. Easy to feel no inhibition about taking her on the bed. Against the wall. Forward or backward.

I knew what I was doing to. Acting out dreams I'd been harboring ever since we made our relationship more public. But we'd agreed to wait. Not necessarily until marriage, but it seemed important to her that anything completely physical wait for a certain time. I obliged only because I didn't want to frighten her. I wanted her with a force that terrified even me!

I'd waited purely for her sake, tossing my own wants out the door. Sure we've done the whole "making out" thing, but everything else could wait -- whether my body liked it or not! She's that important...no, that special to me.

And now...I've done the unthinkable.

What the hell am I?

I'm a monster, that's what!

There's movement on the bed. Is she awake? Is she leaving? Right now I can't blame her. I hurt her. I had too.

Is she mad? I don't blame her for being mad at me. Wait, she doesn't get mad. At least I don't think so. She doesn't have an angry bone in her beautiful body.

She's crying. Gods, she's crying. She has to be. I just took something precious. Without so much as a second thought. Okay, there was a second thought. And a third. And a fourth. She even told me to wait. "Wait," she'd said. No, pleaded. Hell, she begged! She begged and I still didn't listen!

Dammit! Even with the curse gone...I'm still nothing but an animal.

I bet Shigure's laughing his ass off right now. Whatever it was he put in our drinks at dinner was potent. Delicious, but that's beside the point. It turned me into the animal I've so tried to forget. Made a seriously demented sex machine. What the hell was that stuff?!

I'll shove the rest of the bottle down his throat and listen to him whine when he gets blue ball the bastard!

"Kyo? Are you asleep?"

I won't open my eyes. I can't stand to see what I've done. Her shoulders and legs are going to have fingertip sized black and blue marks. One of her lips will have cracked and bled. I'm sure I tasted blood at some point. And her tears. Gods help me but I'll shrivel and die if I see her crying.

"Kyo?"

Slowly one eye opens. Stop, damn you! I don't want to see. But the echo of her voice...the clear indication of her presence...it's impossible not to answer her. As the world changes from white to color, I can see her. Hair falling like a curtain around her pale face. Chestnut eyes glow as her lips spread, forming a smile.

She's...smiling?

"Good morning."

Gods, she smiling at me. No tears. No anger. Just a beautiful smile that lights up her face and makes her eyes sparkle. She's fucking smiling at me!

Was it all a dream?

No. Quickly I realize it wasn't. My eyes quickly focus on a spot on her neck. An oblong red mark. A bite mark? Partially, but as the night's event replay, I'm only slightly elated to realize I've given her a hickey. But my male pride doesn't have a chance to swell, not when I spot two more bruises, one on each shoulder. Definitely fingerprints large enough to fit my thumbs.

A hand lifts, trembling as it raises and lightly touches one of the bruises. Her smile fades slightly, but there is still no sadness. Only curiosity.

"Kyo? Are you all right?"

How can she still sit there? How can she be so calm? Doesn't she remember what happened? Doesn't she realize how horribly violated she was? Doesn't she know what kind of animal I am?

Even the cat would never have done that!

In one swift motion I sit up, arms reaching for and embracing her. She's surprised, I see it in her eyes. Feel it in the quick tightening and slow relaxing of her body as I hold her tightly to me. She even hugs me back. What the hell?! My mind can't stop asking the questions. Why isn't she angry? Why isn't she crying?

"Kyo!"

Then I realize I'm the one crying. The tears...they won't stop. Just won't stop falling onto her shoulder. Even with the steady strum of her fingers through my hair, the comforting caresses of her fingers at the nape of my neck. I can't keep them inside.

"Why?" My question is choked by my sobs, laden with all the confusion I feel. "Why aren't you angry with me? Why don't you hate me?"

"Hate you? No! I could never hate you," she replies quickly.

"But...I hurt you...."

"Hurt me?" She manages to pull away. It's easy with my arm dropping to my sides. But instead of leaving completely, she cups my face, lifting it to look at her. My eyes hurt, she's almost blinding. "You think you hurt me?"

"I know...."

"Kyo, you didn't hurt me. I'm fine. A little sore, but I guess that should be expected after what happened."

"But...the drug?"

Her turn to look confused. "Is that what it was? I thought the tea tasted odd. And I felt funny after drinking too much."

The tears slow, confusion fighting to right itself. "Did I...I mean...." Are we remembering the same night? "You're...okay?"

"Better than okay."

"Did you...umm...." How the hell did I word this question? "Did you enjoy it?"

There's a small pause as she goes deep into thought. Then she nods. "Yes. My mind's a little fuzzy, but I do know I liked it."

I can't stop the sigh that escapes, my body collapsing as if devoid of any substance. "So you aren't...mad...at me?"

"I can't be mad at you," she said with another smile. "I love you."

The tears subside as a feeling of relief washes over me. Sorrow turns to joy and I can't stop myself from hugging her again. Love simply pours out and emotions -- thoughts really -- that I've harbored, hidden even from myself, come to light.

Or maybe the drug's still working...I'm not sure.

"Kyo?"

Reluctantly I pull away to look at her. "Hmm?"

"Is it like that every time?"

"No." The answer rolls easy off my tongue. And quickly. "It's not."

Fingertips brush the side of her face, my thumb tracing the underside of her bottom lip. "I think it's a little different each time."

She closes her eyes as I lean forward, resting my forehead against hers. "Really?"

"Really."

Even close up I can see her face burn with embarrassment. "Will you show me?"

Before the question is asked I'm already angling for a kiss. Her chin lifts that last little inch and our lips press together. A kiss like every one we've shared before. Yet, it's not. There's a heightened sense of passion, of familiarity. It's more intense, although the motions are just the same.

It doesn't take long for either of us to respond, lips parting and tongues dancing. One particular sweep of her mouth reveals the sweet taste of the tea we drank and a hint of the strawberries she'd eaten for dessert. I wonder what she tastes in my mouth, the tip of her tongue caressing the roof of my mouth before pulling away to duel with my tongue.

As our lips respond, so do our bodies. Fire is already blazing in my groin. Her hands on my chest only fan the flames. She plucks at one nipple, then the other. My own hands move to cup her breasts, teasing her as I am being teased. Her groans mix with mine, neither of us willing to stop.

She's warm already, I can feel it through the thin sheet. My mind recalls that warmth and how good it felt to be surrounded by it. My body remembers too, wanting to be closer, wanting once more to be inside of her. But without the help of the drug, their pleading for a quick release falls on deaf ears. I'm going to make love to her and do it right.

'Or die trying,' my body replies.

It's even more of a struggle when her hands leave my chest, fingertips scraping my abdomen and stomach before taking a hold of their intended target. They say there's a way to every man's heart, I once heard. But they're lying if they tell you it's food. Food can't possibly touch like she's touching. It's more than a tease when she squeezes and absolutely blissful when the pad of her thumb skims across the head.

My hands paw at her chest, my lips laving kisses on the tops of her mounds. My tongue darts out to taste one nipple and she squeals happily. But a taste just isn't enough. I need more and to get it, I take one hardened bud into my mouth, nibbling and suckling on it like a piece of candy. Motions on my lower body slow to a halt, her hands burying themselves in my hair instead. The small distraction is enough for me to take control. I lie her down on the bed to enjoy her more thoroughly.

Not an inch of bare skin is left unexplored, untouched, unkissed. I take the time to memorize her body as I should have done from the start. Even as her moans and whimpers begin to echo between the walls, I don't give up. This is what our first time should have been like: lingering kisses, gentle caressing, whispered words of love and appreciation. Her writhing movement beneath me and her husky moans in my ear are intensified by the feeling of accomplishment.

My ego is swelling too, but it's still unsatisfied.

The warmth I'd felt through the sheet is now an erupting volcano, molten lava in my hand. More than ready, brush my hips against her. The sudden jerk is a definite indication, even if I don't know it logically. I kiss her tenderly, offering a whispered apology as I push inside of her.

I expect to see tears, to hear her yell of pain. But there is only a brief crease in her forehead, a quick wince of the eyes. Her body is quick to adapt, welcoming me as I sink in as far as I can go. My body wants more, but I hold it back, waiting for her to give me a sign. It comes as a movement, her legs tightening around my hips as her pelvis lifts just a little off the bed.

"Please, Kyo...."

The pace is slow at first. I want it to last forever! But it's not enough and I increase the pace, moving faster still at her urging. Too soon I see the end. Try as I might, my body wins the battle and I'm lost in my own desires.

What was a beautiful joining becomes a crashing wave of ecstasy. I feel it in my blood. Her body shivers beneath me and I can't stop the shaking of my own body. Yes, this is what last night should have been. Right down to the feel of her against my side as we cuddle up together in bed, wrapped in warmth and drugged from the power of our joining.

"I love you."

No other words need to be spoken. Of course, this does change things between us. Maybe I should thank Shigure.

Nah, I'll kick his ass later.

After a little nap.

~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. Please do not sue. I have no money, although I would be happy to give away my bills. ^_^