Konnichiwa minna-san! This is my first fanfic, so please be nice!
DISCLAIMER: I am sorry to say that I do not own Fruits Basket (aka Furuba) or any of its characters. The only thing I own in Claims is its plot, because Natsuki Takaya owns the rest. Although I wouldn't mind owning Kyo….
WARNING: This fanfic is rated R for a reason! There is LOTS of lemony-ness in this fic (as you will see), and it is therefore in your best interests to find another fic if you don't like lemons. There may be some yaoi in later chapters, but that is yet to be decided.
SUMMARY: Honda Tohru has been staying with the Sohmas for some time now. She knows that she cares for them all, but what happens when she discovers that her feelings for one of the Sohma boys rivals that of all the others?
Chapter 1: The Dream
Tohru's P.O.V
"Kyo…" the voice was husky and tinged with lust. I could feel that my body was hot; sweat trickled down my back, along my slender spine.
"Kyo." That name, being called out by a voice. My voice. "Kyo…"
I felt him before I saw him; hands being run along my sides, warm kisses trailing themselves down my throat, along my collarbone. I felt his tongue lapping at the droplets of sweat that coursed across my skin. I felt his breath as he murmured my name into my ear.
"Tohru."
His voice sent a shiver throughout my entire body. He then kept himself distanced from me; his body held above mine as he sat back on his haunches, leaning over me as if he were a cat, staring predatorily down at his now-helpless prey. I could see his eyes, a deep, beautiful crimson in the silvery light of the waxing moon. My eyes traveled down, grazing over his toned chest, the ripple of his flat stomach as he sat there, still as if he were made of marble. I was afraid to look any further. I flicked my eyes back up to his face, gazing into those ruby colored orbs as if they could keep me from sinning. I whispered the only name that came to mind, praying it would not set of a cataclysm.
"Kyo."
He smiled, then, and leaned into me. I gasped as his hands brushed against my breasts, my heart pounding within its tiny cage.
"It seems you've finally realized what you want," Kyo murmured, his lips a mere centimeter from my left ear. "But," he added sagely, "are you sure that you are ready?"
I looked at him curiously, my mind reeling with the scent of him and the tingling feeling of our bodies being so close to each other. The buttons on his white shirt had come undone at the top, and…Oh, Kami-sama. I had subconsciously arched my hips upward, bringing them into contact with the bulge in his pants that I knew was going to be my undoing.
I let out a slight moan as he pushed down, rubbing his thighs against mine.
"Ah, you are ready, then. Tell me, dear Tohru-chan, who are you?" His voice was so deep, so rich and tantalizingly sweet. I wanted to bottle his voice and keep it so that I could savor it at all hours of the day.
"Who are you?"
I could hardly breathe, he was so close, oh, kami-sama, how I wanted to taste his sweet lips…
"Who are you?"
"Yours," I moaned. Kyo's hands were trailing themselves down along my sides again, tracing circles on my ribs and stomach.
"That's a good girl; precisely what I wanted to hear."
A/N: Sorry about the chapter being so short. I'm going to try and update as soon as possible, as well as keep my storyline as close to the essence of the original manga as possible. Please review!
Arigatou,
Tsukishiro Ayame