Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Comforting Miaka ❯ One-Shot

Comforting Miaka

By Sephira jo

Email address: Sephirajo@aol.com

Rated nc17 for sexual situations and a bunch of Luvy-dovey stuff. Fushigi Yugi belongs to Yu Watase and also to Pioneer Animation, TV Tokyo and all other respective copy write holders. This being a lowly fanfic know that I am making no money off this once so ever! Not even a fraction of a penny will come to my pocket for writing this. But that okay, after all that what fan fiction is all about! So enjoy!

Side Note: This story kinda sort of takes place after Miaka suicide attempt after being attacked by Tamahome. As we all know she is saved by Hotohori. Ah hell this is just a treat for fans of the Hotohori Miaka relationship, okay? Just enjoy!

Miaka woke up after thinking she heard footsteps in her room. Sitting up straight she looked around in the darkness trying to see who it was that woke her up, but the room was empty and some how different then before. With a start Miaka finally realized where she was, Hotohori chambers. She was in the large bed in his room.

Miaka tried to remember how she had came to be there but the only thing she could recall was the overwhelming feeling of despair she had felt of Tamahome betrayal. And then waking out to the series of lakes and pounds that seemed to stretch on for miles on the grounds of Konan capital she had been walking with the intention of losing her self for ever in the vast waters and now she was back inside. Miaka curled up into a ball on the large mattress, tears again staining her eyes and flowing down her cheeks. The tears surprised her because she was sure that she had cried her self dry with all the tears she had shed for love lost that day.

Miaka? she heard a voice call and she looked up to see Hotohori face over her. Hotohori gently picked up Miaka and cradled her in his strong arms. His embrace was warm and Miaka buried her head in his chest letting his hair spill over her like a small blanket. so glad you e all right Miaka, Hotohori said gently as he pulled her even closer to him, thought we had lost you.

Miaka looked up at him slowly and saw the concern that lit his amber eyes. She tried to manage a reassuring smile but she couldn't make the expression and instead she felt her lips waver, and could feel more tears running down her face. Hotohori hand brushed away the tears leaving trails of fire in their wake. He tilted her face up to face him, his expression unfailingly gentle and filled with the love he felt towards her.

an I be the one closest to you? Hotohori asked softly his words shook with the longing and love he felt for the woman he held in his arms. Miaka stared at him blankly for a moment wondering just what he meant before his meaning became clear. She wasn't sure what she should think or do, Tamahome had turned his back on her in favor of Yui, perhaps for good. Hotohori had also always loved her and Miaka right now just needed someone to hold.

With out quite aware of what she was doing she nodded her head and saw Hotohori smile softly. Slowly he lifted her face to meet his and touched his lips to hers in a kiss. Hotohori kisses started out soft and gentle his strong lips moving over Miaka as if getting a feel for the movement of hers. He slowly leaned Miaka back onto the bed, never taking his lips from hers. As she felt her head touch the pillow behind her Miaka let out a small sigh of relief only to have Hotohori slide his tongue into her mouth.

Miaka let a shocked moan and was ready to resist when the rebellious part of her took over. Why shouldn she indulge herself with Hotohori? After all Tamahome was gone, he now wanted her dead and every night he went to Yui bed. If she could never have Tamahome, there was another man who had always loved her, and in her own way she had always loved him back. Now, she decided, she would give not only her heart, but her body to Hotohori this night. At least she could take some comfort somewhere.

Her decision made Miaka kissed Hotohori back sliding her tongue into his mouth to slowly dance with his. Their kiss excided her and she moaned underneath him her hands now running through his hair, stroking his broad chest. Hotohori kissed matched her passion in their kiss, now taking it ever deeper. Tasting her lips and her more forcefully, he feasted on her lips and his hands now worked at the small robe Miaka was wearing, finding an opening and exposing her flesh to the air of the bedroom and to his strong touch.

Miaka was surprised at his exploring fingers and wanted his hands on her body. She moved underneath him hoping to give him better access to her flesh. Her movements allowed him to undo the binding that held her robe in place and opened her flesh to him and to the world they were creating around them. His hands slowly began to caresses her breasts, gently kneading them and brushing against her nipples. Hotohori slowly brought their kiss to an end and Miaka felt bereft, but only for a moment as his lips began to kiss her neck and moved slowly down to her breasts.

Miaka gasped when the Hotohori lips enclosed around one nipple, biting and teasing it with his tongue, caressing the other one with his hand. Miaka could feel something changing in her a heat building slowly between her legs. In that moment Miaka understood exactly where this was leading them and she wanted to know the release that would come with the touch of his shaft to the warm flesh of her womb. Hotohori though was taking his time, after he had teased one breast with his lips he moved on to the next one, liking, tasting and nibbling Miaka sweet flesh. She was fresh and new and Hotohori couldn get enough of her.

He slowly moved his kisses downward listening to Miaka gasps, moans and sighs of pleasure. He longed to take her right then. To strip off the clothes that seemed a prison to him and free his aching member and impale her sweet body upon his. But he wanted her to know pleasure too. He wanted her to taste the sweet love and ecstasy that she gave him with her very presence. He moved his lips down and slowly he spread her legs and began to kiss the opening to her very soul.

All the things Miaka was expecting to happen were shattered when Hotohori lips and tongue began to caress the opening between to her legs. He found something there apparently and began to suck and nibble in such a way that Miaka body began to shake from ecstasy and the small moans she had been voicing before became cries of pleasure. With each stroke of his tongue and each touch of his lips upon her clit she felt herself float higher and higher on a cloud of love and passion. She couldn wait anymore, she needed to have him inside of her, or this would kill her as surely as breathing in the waters of Konan vast gardens would have.

"Hotohori . . . please!" Miaka managed to gasp between ragged sighs and pants of passion.

"Please what, Miaka?" Hotohori asked slowly lifting his head from her and looking down upon her body. Her body, it seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. She was like the sun to him, without her he could never even began each day. She was the center of his universe and he wanted her to know it. Hotohori didn't want to force her into anything she wasn ready to do. He wanted her to say it, and then he would give her what ever she asked without regret.

"I need you. I need to have you inside of me, I want you to love me," Miaka finished, looking Hotohori in the eyes. Eyes that were filled with love and passion, he bent down and kissed her deeply and Miaka tasted the odd mix of her juices and his unique taste mix together in her mouth. He broke the deep kiss and Miaka watched him as he slowly removed first his shirt, and then as he removed his breeches setting himself free.

Miaka gasped at the sight of him, she had never before seen a man that close and he was beautiful. Hotohori was built perfectly every muscle of him was just right. And Miaka felt no fear at the sight of his large shaft, which seemed to be pointed at her in the room dim light. He positioned himself between her legs and Miaka could feel it pressing and nudging its way inside of her.

Hotohori seemed to hesitate for a moment before plunging his huge tarse into her body. Miaka stiffened with pain, but it was a short lived sensation as Hotohori began to move in and out of her with a passion that left Miaka breathless. And then there was no pain the only thing that was left was a growing feeling of pleasure that seemed to become greater with every stroke. Hotohori was moaning in passion now, letting loose a series of groans and half spoken words that robbed Miaka of her ability to think clearly.

The whole world now focused on that spot between Miaka legs as Hotohori thrust himself inside of her again and again, seemingly deeper each time, leaving no part of her untouched. The feeling of her soft, moist flesh around him caused his mind to blank and in that moment he felt himself explode inside of Miaka. The resulting cry from her was almost enough to make him come again as he felt her muscles spasm around him.

Spent Hotohori lay down slowly and in such a way as not to burden Miaka, he didn't want to leave the warmth of her body just yet. Miaka looked up at him with love in her eyes before the weight of sleep caught up with her and she drifted off. Hotohori held her close and slept as well, unaware that even as he did so Miaka dreamed a conflicting dream about both Tamahome and Hotohori, her heart confused.

"I love you Miaka," Hotohori whispered in his sleep, as the tears again began to well from Miaka eyes.