"Hey there, little girl," someone whispered in her ear.
Sasaki turned in her desk and stared into the eyes of Shigure Sohma.
"Jesus, you scared me," she sighed, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.
It was her first day of high school, and she was already in her second year. She would be in a class with her older brother, Hatori, and her two cousins, Ayame and Shigure. She was a little scared, but excited at the same time. She loved her three relatives dearly, and they would be watching out for her, that she knew for certain.
Shigure chuckled at her and took a seat in the desk to her right--alphabetical, of course.
"No reason to frighten her on her first day, Shigure," her brother, Hatori, mumbled unenthusiastically to her left.
"Oh, Hatori, you're so dull!" Ayame cheered from Hatori's left.
How they could all be so different was beyond them. They had spent the majority of their lives together, and yet they had evolved into such different beings. Ayame was outspoken and very loud, but his charismatic charm always managed to keep him out of trouble. His looks seemed to dominate his life, but that didn't mean he was uncaring in the least. Hatori was stoic and cool with an unyielding air silent charisma that seemed to draw women to him. His brains kept him too busy--and much too wise--for any girls outside of his family, though. Shigure was the clown of the group, whose charm and adorable looks--ironically, like a puppy--kept him on his toes near the girls as well.
And then there was Sasaki. She was beautiful beyond measure, and that did not go unnoticed among her peers. Her emerald eyes drew viewers in, her golden blond hair shone in the dullest of lights, her frame made them melt, and her chest--now fully developed--made them burn. All of the guys wanted to date her, and all of the girls wanted to hurt her--though they wouldn't dare as long as she hung around with the three most gorgeous guys in school. She was also very brainy, like her brother, but much more outgoing. She preferred to speak her mind to teachers, often making her the "disrespectful" one in class. All of this intelligence, beauty, and brawn packed into 5 feet, 2 inches made for quite the interesting time.
High school wasn't as scary when Sasaki was with her three boys and she found it was far more pleasurable than middle school. Here, she was allowed to speak her mind without punishment, and she excelled like she had never done before.
The night of the dance changed her life forever. She was beautiful, and her three boys agreed, one of them more than the other two. Though he had confessed nearly everything to his two friends all of his life, he found he could not tell them the on thing that had begun to eat away at him the most: his ever-growing desire for Sasaki. Everyday, he found he could lift his spirits by just starting a conversation with her or seeing her smile. He had never felt this way about a woman before, but he had discovered how much he liked it.
The dance was rather uneventful, other than a breakup or two over the knowledge of a cheating boyfriend, a couple of fights over a girl, and the fact that Shigure had grown the balls enough to ask Sasaki to the final slow dance of the night, which she was happy to oblige him after being asked all night to dance by people she rather detested. Hatori had left early, alerting his sister and Shigure, who offered to escort her home afterwards. Ayame also left early, but with a gaggle of girls in his wake, ready to go and feast at the all-night diner.
This left Shigure and Sasaki to make the trek home alone. The two laughed and talked nearly the whole way, never running out of things to say. Neither realized that they were taking a rather extended walk back to the Sohma house in order to be with one another all the longer.
"Hey, Sasaki?" Shigure asked after having a good laugh over one of their teachers caught grinding with a student earlier in the evening. "Can I be so band as to ask you a personal question?"
"Of course!" she obliged with a dazzling smile that always managed to take Shigure's breath away.
"Well... Is there anyone... I mean... Do you... Do you like anyone? Like, at school?" he stuttered, his normally confident air seeming dissipate as he asked the question.
"Hmm... Well, there is someone," she blushed, thankful for the darkness hiding her face.
It felt like a lead weight crushing Shigure's heart.
"Oh..." he murmured. A short amount of time elapsed before he asked, "Well, who is it?"
"Well now, I don't know if I can necessarily tell you that... Maybe, you could guess at it," she giggled.
"Tachi Akoi?" he guessed, taking a stab at the jock who all the girls seemed to fall over.
"Ew, no!" she squealed, raising Shigure's spirits a bit. "That method might take a while. Maybe try narrowing it down," she suggested, now trying to distract herself from embarrassment by attempting not to step on the cracks in the sidewalk.
"Well, is he in our class?" Shigure tried, thinking who it could possibly be.
She didn't say anything, just gave him a look that he could read even in the darkness, making him aware that he was on the right track.
"And... It is a guy, right?" he asked, "Just to make sure?"
Sasaki laughed harder than she had in a while. Apparently her boldness was able to convince some that she was interested in women.
"Yes, yes it's a guy," she choked, still giggling.
"Okay... What color hair does he have?"
"Black," she responded immediately, the blush growing even deeper on her cheeks; that narrowed it down quite a bit, to about 3 people.
They stopped not, realizing two things: they were standing outside of Sasaki's house, and it had started to rain.
"Kei Takeru?" he asked.
She shook her head rapidly, embarrassed.
"That leaves... Me and Hatori..." he calculated.
"Well, have a good night, Shigure," Sasaki gasped, unable to contain her nerves any longer.
She attempted to climb the steps to the house as quickly as she could when she heard, "Wait!"
There she stopped on the spot, halfway up the small set of stairs. She heard footsteps behind her coming closer. She turned around and watched as Shigure closed the space between the two. She opened her mouth to explain herself, but was silenced by Shigure's lips on hers.
Her eyes widened as Shigures closed. She had not expected this. However, she realized that she was enjoying it and closed her eyes, melting into Shigure's arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, one of her hands tangled in his messy black hair, and began to kiss him back with all of the feeling she could muster. She could feel his tongue pleading for entrance into her mouth, which she gratefully allowed, enjoying the feeling of him. It seemed that both of them had wanted this for a while.
Shigure had never enjoyed this sensation of tough from another woman. His mother had never been able to hold him as a child without him transforming, and he had refrained from allowing any girls at school to get near enough to let it happen. The fact that she cared about him the way he cared about her made her touch that much better. Her skin was soft and warm, and her lips tasted like he had dreamed they would.
Sasaki broke the kiss first, feeling the need to surface for air. She could hear Shigure's soft whimpers as she pulled away, and instead he began to nuzzle her neck.
"Shigure," she whispered into the darkness.
He loved the way she said his name, her soft voice like honey, forming the word slowly and sweetly.
He pulled his face away from her and looked into her emerald eyes catching the light from a nearby lamp. She too looked into his sweet brown eyes, like melting chocolate, and was able to peer deep into his soul. They were both truly happy.
Time seemed to pass quickly when Sasaki and Shigure were together. They of course told Ayame and Hatori--who threatened Shigure with a slew of tortures if he happened to hurt his little sister--but they had to be careful who else discovered their hidden love. Akito could not know. He would not allow the two to be together if her were to learn of it.
"So, have you two done the nasty yet?" Ayame asked them one day at school. They were sitting outside eating lunch and Hatori had left to use the restroom.
Sasaki choked on her apple and Shigure spit out the drink of water he had just taken, both taken aback by the question.
"Certainly not!" Sasaki spluttered, the first to recover from Ayame's frankness.
"Really?" he asked, seeming shocked.
"Did you honestly think I was that easy?" she asked, a little offended.
"No! No, not at all!" Ayame exclaimed. "You two are just... So close, I was just... I'm sorry..."
Though Ayame's concern was valid, the two had not yet consummated their love. It had been nearly five months and they had still managed to keep their secret from Akito, mainly by getting together at Shigure's house, farther from the Sohma compound, than her house. Sasaki wondered if Hatori had the same concerns as Ayame, but it didn't really bother her. Being with Shigure made her happy; she was in love.
They were now into their third and final year of high school, and it was strange to think that soon they would have to go out into the real world and live. Shigure had always desired to be an author, and he was good at writing too. Hatori had set his course to be a doctor at a young age, and he was not deterring from that path anytime soon. Though Ayame's interests seemed to change from day to day, he had always had an interest in fashion, and they all assumed that he would go into some sort of profession making clothes. Sasaki was the only one who's future was not yet set in stone. She had no idea what her future held, but for now, Shigure was in her immediate future.
Ayame's question was not far off.
One night, after making them dinner, Sasaki was finishing the dishes when a pair of arms encircled her from behind. She turned her head just in time to see Shigure bury his face into her neck, breathing in her scent. She craned her neck to give him more room to work with, completely forgetting about the remaining dishes. She could feel his lips brush the soft skin of her neck, trailing soft kisses to her collarbone.
Sasaki dropped the dish into the sink and rose her hand to tangle in Shigure's hair. She could feel his hands move behind her to untie the apron she wore. Moving his lips for what seemed a fraction of a second, he slid the apron over her head and tossed it to the ground. With her free hand, Sasaki grabbed one of Shigure's hands and slid it under the front of her blouse, higher and higher until it reached her breasts. She could feel him smirk against her neck as she placed his hand on her chest, allowing him to explore. He slid his hand under her bra and squeezed gently, sending a visible shiver down her body. No man had ever touched her this way, and he was happy to be the first.
She turned rather suddenly to face him, her emerald eyes shimmering with something he had never seen in them before. Sasaki crushed her lips to his, her hands once again tangling in his hair, as they began to walk towards the stairs. Shigure lifted her into his arms so as to avoid breaking the kiss and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom.
He set her down once again, disappointed as she broke the kiss and backed away from him. His whimper was audible, and she gave him a soft smile in return as she lifted the blouse of her school uniform over her head, revealing her beautiful body. Shigure groaned at the mere sight of her, growing hard instantaneously. He moved towards her and once again crushed his lips against hers. This was so new, so unexpected, but he didn't want to stop. His hands traced the contours of her soft skin and he slid them around her back where her bra strap opened--the gate hiding the garden he badly yearned to explore.
"Do it," she whispered softly but with an eagerness he couldn't refuse.
The bra fell away from her body and her breasts bounced from it, freed from their cruel cage. Shigure groaned even louder this time at the sight of them, kissing Sasaki once more on her mouth before trailing his lips down her neck to the valley where breasts met. He took them into his hands and massaged them gently, hearing her begin to whimper. Her nipples were already hard at his touch, perfect diamond pebbles as he lowered his lips toward them and let his tongue explore. His teeth began to toy with the points and she gasped softly, her hands gripping his hair. He moved on to the other one, again using his tongue to swirl around the nipple and his teeth to play with it. How other Japanese men could so enjoy small breasts, he would never know. Sasaki's were perfect, round and large, exactly what Shigure desired. He wanted her to say his name again.
"Shigure," she breathed, his name dripping from her lips like hot wax.
Though he never wanted to stop lavishing her breasts with attention, he knew his hunger would not be satiated so easily. He stood up to his full height again, letting her take a turn at having control. Her nimble fingers undid the buttons of his school shirt, sliding it down his muscular arms (which she had found surprising when first discovering them) and onto the floor. She rested her hands against his chest, her lips feasting gently on his neck. His eyes closed in pleasure.
Finally, unable to take it any longer, Sasaki pulled away once again, to Shigure's dismay, until he realized what she was doing. Shigure watched as Sasaki slid her short skirt and her underwear down her legs, leaving them to rest on the floor. She sat down on his bed, completely naked, and laid down, never breaking the gaze her eyes held with his.
Shigure moved toward her, removing his pants and boxers along the way.
Sasaki let out a small gasp at the sight of Shigure's arousal. Though she had never seen a man that way, she was rather positive that Shigure was larger than the average man... MUCH larger... She found herself even more turned on at the sight of him, having to bite her bottom lip back to stifle a moan. Shigure lowered himself onto the bed next to Sasaki, taking in how truly beautiful she was. He looked deep into her eyes and finally realized what that particular gleam was: desire.
"Sasaki," he murmured, really speaking for the first time, "are you sure you want this?"
Sasaki moved closer to him, her body right up against his, breathing in his seductive scent, feeling his manhood against her thigh.
"I don't want you to stop," she whispered, touching her fingers to his cheek. "I want you. I need you. Shigure..."
Her voice trailed off, and he knew he wanted her too. It was at that moment that Shigure Sohma realized he could spend the rest of his life with Sasaki Sohma. He knew he was in love with her.
Shigure eased himself on top of Sasaki, placing another tender kiss on her lips.
"Oh shit, I-" Shigure began.
"It's okay," Sasaki whispered, already knowing what he was going to say. "I'm on the pill. Have been for a long time now. Don't worry. Shigure..."
Her words trailed off again as he smiled at her, giving her breasts another small squeeze. She always knew what to say.
As gently as possible, Shigure positioned himself between Sasaki's legs, which parted for him easily. Only now did he look down at her womanhood, and he grew hungrier, his arousal seeming to grow even larger. She was wet, very wet, completely ready for him. He moaned, allowing one of his hands to explore her moist area as he looked into her eyes.
"I don't want to hurt you," he crooned, his eyes as gentle as a puppy's.
"Shigure. I need you," she panted, already making small noises as his fingers began to tease her mercilessly.
That was enough for him, and he pulled his hand away, moving it to rest on her hip. Slowly, gingerly, he eased himself into her. He could feel her muscles tighten against him, her walls constricting the deeper he went in. Her hands gripped his forearms and she whimpered, wincing as he broke through the initial wall. He was her first time, as she was his, and yet it felt so natural. He stopped, not wanting to go too deep, letting her adjust to him. In time, her grip on his arms weakened and he could feel her muscles slacken. Her gaze caught his and he pulled out and pushed in again, beginning a slow rhythm. Each time, he could feel her tight walls contract around his manhood, and that alone could have driven him over the edge if he was not trying to remain in control for her.
Their rhythm grew faster and he began to thrust deeper into her. Her breathing grew harsher and faster, and her whimpers quickly turned to moans. Her hips began to take on the same rhythm of his thrusts and she moved to meet him with each one.
"Shigure," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist in order to pull him deeper into her. "Please, don't stop. Oh God, Shigure... Shigure... Shigure! Right there, Shigure..."
He could sense her body beginning to tighten up--she was so close. As was he, but he pushed on, thinking only of letting her experience that bliss. Her walls tightened once more and she made a strange noise--a cross between a scream, a gasp, and a moan--and then she came, quickly followed by Shigure, who saw a blast of white light as he released, feeling nothing but pleasure. Both panted heavily, and Shigure did not want to pull out of Sasaki, but did so reluctantly, rolling off of her onto the bed. Before he could react, Shigure felt Sasaki's soft body against his, craving the contact of her new lover's body. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body as close to him as possible. She seemed to fit so perfectly into his arms, like she belonged there.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear without really thinking.
There was silence. Sasaki pulled her face away to stare at Shigure, wide-eyed.
"You... You love me?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yes," he said confidently. "I love you. More than life itself. I love you, Sasaki."
Sasaki's eyes filled with tears and she smiled softly at him.
"I love you, Shigure. I love you... Shigure..." she trailed off, burying her face into his chest.
And that was how they fell asleep.