Momiji had asked her to go to the beach house with him. It wasn't New Year's yet, so Tohru was a bit confused, but she accepted, anyway. After all, there was no harm in having a bit of fun now that they had both graduated from university.
They walked up the stairs holding hands together. Momiji smiled warmly at her, and Tohru smiled back at him, blushing lightly. She felt so at ease around him. He brought her hand up to kiss it, and she giggled. She was madly in love with him, and he with her.
When they got inside of the vacation home, Momiji cooked Tohru's favorite meal for her. They sat down at the table and ate, exchanging coy glances and playful touches with one another. He's awfully quiet today, Tohru thought to herself. I wonder what he's thinking about.
After dinner, Momiji would not allow Tohru to do the dishes. "But I ate, too! It's only fair," Tohru explained cheerfully.
Momiji smiled knowingly at her. "Why don't you go and relax for a bit?" he said softly. "Enjoy yourself. There aren't that many dishes, anyway. I can handle it."
So Tohru skipped off to enjoy a nice, hot bath. She turned the water on, stripped down, and got in. She added some bubbles, just for fun. She turned the water off and sank into them. "Ahh," she sighed contentedly.
Then, she heard a quiet knock on the bathroom door. "May I come in?" she heard Momiji ask from the other side.
Tohru was puzzled, but didn't mind him coming inside with her. The bubbles were mostly covering her, anyway. "Y-yes," she answered, "you can come in, Momiji."
The door opened cautiously, and Momiji came in with his eyes partly covered by his hand.
Tohru giggled. "You can look, Momiji. It's nothing you haven't seen before, anyway."
Momiji let his hand down and looked at the tub filled with foam. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Are you having fun?" he asked her.
"Yeah!" Tohru replied. "Why don't you come in with me? The water's nice."
Momiji's eyebrows twitched. "You mean… I finally get to take a bath with you?"
"Sure!" Tohru said invitingly. She sat up so that there was room in the tub for him to sit next to her. Bubbles covered her nipples, but left a lot of cleavage out in the open.
Momiji began taking off his clothes, and Tohru couldn't help but stare. She loved his body; everything about it made her melt. The way it looked, the way it felt, the way it moved, everything.
He sank down into the tub with her and made himself comfortable. His eyes were filled with glee, which made Tohru happy, too. They leaned towards each other, as if attracted by some magnetic force, and began kissing sensually. Tohru felt her whole face grow warm, and she wrapped her arms around Momiji, who returned the favor, still kissing her deeply.
Tohru hummed against Momiji's lips, hugging him close to her. He stretched out his legs around her, which encouraged her to do the same, so they could be as close as physically possible. He caressed her body so tenderly and lovingly, it made Tohru swoon with delight and desire.
They stayed in the tub, enjoying each other's company, until the water was cold. Momiji drained the tub, took Tohru by the hands, and got out with her. Instead of giving her a towel, he simply patted her dry with one, then used it on himself. He hugged her from behind and looked in the mirror at their naked reflection, beaming proudly at her. "I could get used to this," he mused, kissing the top of Tohru's head.
Tohru bit the inside of her lower lip and blushed. "Me, too," she agreed.
Momiji took a plush bathrobe from the cabinet and dressed her with it, carefully tying the belt around her so that she was comfortable. He smiled in satisfaction, then got one for himself as well. He bowed his head at her and left for the bedroom. He had put their things in there, one of which was his violin.
As he was taking it out, Tohru walked into the bedroom. "You brought your violin?" she asked him.
Momiji smiled wistfully. "Sometimes, when I can't find words to express what I'm feeling, I use my violin instead." He began to play a sweet, soft song for Tohru, and it almost immediately made tears well up in her eyes. She let him play, and allowed the melody to penetrate her ears and heart. She could hear his soul in the music, his feelings for her pouring out through each and every note. By the end of it, she was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Tohru!" Momiji softly exclaimed, setting down his violin and rushing toward her. "I'm so sorry, my love," he apologized. He held her face gently in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "I didn't mean to make you cry. Can you ever forgive me?"
Tohru shook her head. "These are happy tears, Momiji," she sniffled. "I love you so much," she confessed, looking up into his eyes.
Momiji smiled with relief. "I love you too, Tohru," he breathed. Then he gave her a passionate, loving kiss. His dominant hand stroked her hair, while the other held her at her waist. They slowly fell onto the bed together, kissing and holding each other. The belts of their robes loosened, and Momiji left a trail of kisses down Tohru's neck, his hand slipping under the breast of her robe.
Her nipples grew erect, and she felt a rush of heat emanate from between her legs. She slid her robe off entirely, and guided Momiji's hands to touch her everywhere. Momiji blushed heavily, admiring Tohru's body with both his hands and his eyes. "Tohru," he said, barely above a whisper, "I want to kiss you."
Tohru tilted her head in confusion. "But we've been kissing this whole time, Momiji."
Momiji smiled and brushed his finger over her clitoris. "I want to kiss you… here," he clarified.
Tohru's eyes widened at the realization. "Yes," she uttered. "I want that, too."
Momiji lowered his head and delicately rubbed her outer labia with his fingers. Tohru's head fell back onto the bed, her eyes closing instinctively. She could feel Momiji's breath against her inner thighs, and it filled her with longing for more. When he pressed his lips against hers, she arched her back in pleasure. When his tongue slid inside of her, licking her core as if it was delicious ice cream, she grasped the bedsheets with both of her hands and let out a frail whimper.
Momiji listened to Tohru's body, giving it what it wanted. Every time she shuddered, he would stroke her with his hands. Every time she moaned, he would flick his tongue against the same spot repeatedly. Every time she called out his name, he would open his eyes and interlace his fingers with hers, letting her know that he was present.
Tohru suddenly felt her whole body convulse, but especially her uterus. "M-Momiji," she cried. "I-I think I'm… gonna…"
He didn't hesitate for a second, nor let up his administrations. He simply moved his tongue from her vagina to her clitoris, and slipped a finger between her folds. Now, Momiji was stroking Tohru from the inside, and kissing her on the outside, simultaneously.
Nothing could stop Tohru from orgasming right then and there. Momiji happily placed his finger inside of his mouth, savoring her taste. "Was that ok?" he asked her, cheekily.
Tohru could barely nod her head. "Yeah," she gasped for air. "It was… more than ok."
Momiji smiled at her. "Ready for another?"
"Another what?" Tohru asked him, still catching her breath.
"Another orgasm, of course," he whispered into her ear seductively.
Tohru pulled Momiji's robe off of him, looked into his eyes, and said, "Only if you do it with me this time."
Momiji raised his eyebrow and grinned lavisciously. He took his hardened penis and inserted it into her still-dripping vagina. "Oh, Tohru," he breathed. "I could never grow tired of giving you pleasure."
They made sweet love well into the night, and after many orgasms and a brief reprieve, they did it again.
As the sun began to lighten the edge of the sky, they stared sleepily out of the window together, still embracing and glowing and smelling of sex. Momiji kissed Tohru's temple and seriously got up from the bed. Tohru dreamily smiled at him as he walked across the room to get something. "Getting dressed already?" she asked softly.
"No," Momiji said quietly. It was a word that sounded strange and unusual coming from his mouth. It nearly gave Tohru shivers. Momiji came back over to the bed with her, a small item in one of his hands.
Tohru sat up, curious as to what it was - she could barely see in the twilight.
Momiji crawled back under the covers with her, purposely keeping his head lower than hers. "Tohru," he started anxiously. "I wanted to make this an unforgettable night for you."
"You have," Tohru reassured him.
Momiji began to crack a smile. "I'm glad," he said sincerely. "I love you more than anything… and I want to be with you forever."
Tohru froze up. Is he doing what I think he's doing?
"Every moment we share is special to me," he continued. "I neither want to, nor need to, be with anyone else. I… I can only hope that you feel the same way about me, Tohru."
She nodded, still unable to speak.
"Then," Momiji said, placing the object in Tohru's hand, "Will you consider… marrying me, Tohru?"
Tohru took the tiny box from him, fingers trembling, and opened it up carefully. She gasped upon seeing the beautiful, sparkling ring inside. It was the palest shade of pink, and she loved it. "Yes!" she gasped. "Yes, Momiji, I will marry you." The happy tears started flowing again, and they hugged each other lovingly.
Momiji slipped the ring onto her finger with pride, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Tohru," he said to her, holding her in his arms. "You have made me the happiest man on Earth."