Disclaimer: Furuba and its characters do not belong to me but I wish I was Tohru in this one!

LEMON WARNING: do not read if you don't like it...you have been warned.

Akito had no idea why he had kissed her.

Leaning his head against the edge of the wooden bath tub, he scowled at the steam rising to the ceiling. Ever since that day, he had demanded that she join him for dinner every night simply to see how she would react. As expected, she had been nervous, her innate politeness preventing her from refusing his direct request but her memory of what had occurred leading her to babble and blush furiously whenever their eyes met.

Really, it was her fault. She had told him to try that brown thing and he had been generous enough to oblige her. He simply figured that swiping a taste directly from her mouth was easier than actually chewing and swallowing something he probably wouldn't have liked anyways. To his surprise, the experience had not been intolerable.

"Su...sumimasen-desu! I...I didn't know...sumimasen!"

Akito looked over to see the stiff back of a slim, towel-clad body. He smirked. "Did you come in here on purpose?"

Tohru shook her head furiously, praying that the heat in her cheeks would burn her alive.

"Of...of course not! I was plan...planning on going to bed and wanted to...to take a bath..."

"There must be five other bathrooms in the house. Don't tell me it's a coincidence that you decided to use the same one as me." Actually, he knew that was probably exactly what had happened; their rooms were next to each other and this was closest bathroom.

Interrupting her furious apologies, Akito settled back to enjoy her anticipated discomfort. "Since you're here, wash my back for me."

The apologies stopped abruptly. "Ex...excuse me?"

He could well imagine the shocked look on her face.

"You embarrassed me by barging in here during my private time. I'm allowing you to show me that you're sorry...unless you're all talk and no action."

There was a moment of silence. Tohru offered up one final, desperate plea to exit. "Demo...Akito-san, I'm...I'm only wearing a towel."

"So? It's not like you have anything anyone would want to see."

Tohru sighed. She was so flustered she couldn't figure out a way to get out of this, especially after he had questioned how sorry she really was. Gathering up the remainder of her wits, she whirled around and walked over to sit down on the wide ledge by his head. Keeping her eyes resolutely fixed on the top of Akito's head, she took the washcloth from his basin and, dipping in the hot water, began to wash his back wordlessly.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Akito could see her clutching the inadequate towel to her chest. The gentle strokes oddly soothed him; he felt almost...at peace. Uneasy with the unfamiliar feeling, he turned to face her. Meeting her startled brown eyes for a split second, he pulled her head down to capture her lips.

This means nothing. I just want to see what she tastes like without that disgusting sugary shit in her mouth.

As Tohru gripped the sides of the bath for balance, Akito ran his tongue over the seam of her lips, sucking gently on her lower lip.

"But...but..."

As soon as she opened her mouth to object, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Sweeping it around, he caressed her cheek and neck, determined to coax a response from her.

"Relax. I won't hurt you."

Tohru slowly yielded. Eyes fluttering shut, she shyly followed his lead, twining her tongue with his as one hand tremblingly lifted to rest on his wet chest.

Without warning, he wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her into the bath tub. Water spilled over the sides to splash on to the tiled floor. Yanking her on to his lap, Akito swallowed her gasp of surprise and stroked her back in long, soothing motions until she settled unresistingly against him. Nipping at a spot he liked on the curve of her exposed neck, he lightly ran his hands over the now-soaked towel clinging to her body, surreptitiously loosening the fabric until it floated off. He pulled back to look at her and brushed his fingers against the tips of her breasts. She was softer than he had imagined and he rather liked the feel of her in his hands. Lowering his head to take a rosy peak into his mouth, her nipple puckered as he circled and swirled it with his tongue. He gave an experimental suck.

Tohru's cry of protest died on her lips when she felt the slightly rough texture of his tongue laving her breast. A crackle of sensation burst from the tip in his mouth to rest in the bottom of her stomach. Arching her back in an unconscious offering, she whimpered uncertainly as he sucked harder, shifting to administer the same attentions to her other breast.

Cradled in his arms, she hardly noticed when Akito turned her to sit between his legs with her back against his chest. Continuing to massage her breasts, he flicked his tongue against her earlobe.

"This feels good?"

She nodded, closing her eyes when she felt one of his hands squeeze her inner right thigh. Tohru leaned her head against his shoulder, so focused on the fingers lightly pinching her nipple that she wasn't expecting it when his other hand slid down to palm her mound. She began to struggle.

Her nipple was pinched sharply and she let out a soft cry when she felt him slid his fingers in between her folds.

"I'm the first one to touch you like this, aren't I?"

His thumb found the bud at the apex of her thighs and rubbed it gently. Her reply was intercepted by her groan of pleasure. His hand stilled.

"Answer me."

"Ye...yes."

Hooking her ankles with his own, he spread her legs wider until their knees were wedged against either side of the wooden tub. Leaving her breast to grip her waist, Akito pulled her tightly against him and nibbled on her ear. Tohru flushed when she felt his hard, heavy length press into her back. It felt indecent and frighteningly thick. Her embarrassment flared even higher when he slowly slipped a finger inside her.

"N-no...stop?

Alternating between sucking on her earlobe and her neck, Akito ignored her. Her words were replaced by moans when he began moving his hand faster, easing in another finger to stretch her while continuously circling the hardened nub with his thumb. Tohru gasped for air as she felt the pressure between her legs building until she was arching her hips to meet his thrusting fingers. She grasped blindly for support before her hands alighted on his tensed thighs.

"Akito...Akito..."

She heard a sharp intake of breath and his movements faltered. Lifting his head from her shoulder where he had been watching himself fondle her, Akito turned to stare into her glazed eyes. His hand moved again and she could feel him watching her face as she bucked, straining to find something she couldn't name.

His free hand pinched her nipple again and the pressure inside her exploded. Tohru felt the tears seep out of her tightly closed eyes as the world around her shattered into a million pleasure-infused pieces. She flopped limply against him.

Akito didn't move for a while. Then, urging her to stand and step out of the tub, he briskly dried and draped them both in clean robes. Pulling a dazed and unresisting Tohru down the hall into his room, he shut the door and shoved her up against the wall, kissing her hard. Plunging his tongue into her warm, lax mouth, he chucked their clothes to the floor and pressed his naked body firmly against hers as she gradually returned his caresses. Her hands tentatively stroked his back and he ground his hips against hers roughly.

"You know what's going to happen."

At her nod, he manoeuvred her on to the bed. Pulling off the hair tie she had used to keep her hair from getting wet, his fingers threaded through the silky brown strands as he pressed her into the mattress. Holding her head in place, he tangled his tongue with hers again. A hand skimmed down her side to give her centre a quick upward stroke. She was still sensitive from her recent climax and gasped as he delved his fingers in to collect the honeyed moisture gathering there.

Spreading the fluid over his own member, Akito nudged her legs apart with his knees and positioned himself at her entrance. Holding her desire-glassy eyes with his own, he let the tip of his member slip in.

"This will hurt."

At that, he pushed fully into her. Drowning her cry of pain in his mouth, he licked off the tears spilling over her cheeks. Akito forced himself to hold still and continued pressing small kisses along her jaw as he felt the tension in her start to recede.

Bracing his arms on either side of her head, he shifted and gritted his teeth in an effort to maintain control when her hot inner walls gripped him tightly. He was rewarded by a soft moan and slowly withdrew until the only the head of his arousal was still in her. Thrusting back in, he repeated the slow, languorous motions, avidly savouring every nuance of pleasure. She was so tight.

Tohru moaned again and clamped her mouth shut in mortification. Amused in spite of his burgeoning need, Akito bent down to whirl his tongue hotly in her ear. Another breathy sigh was quickly stifled.

"Don't. I like it when you're noisy."

To prove his point, he jerked his hips sharply against her. Succeeding in ripping a loud cry from her, he responded with a rasping grunt and plunged in deeper. His movements became faster and harder, less fluid. He felt her wrap her arms and legs around him, tossing her head back on the pillow as she met his thrusts with her hips.

"Ugnnnn...please, Akito. Now..."

Angling her hips to enable himself to stroke directly against her clit, he drove his length frantically into her over and over again. She clenched at his back and screamed out his name as pleasure tore through her limbs. He could feel her inner walls squeezing him. With a hoarse groan, he pulled out and spilled his seed on the sheets. Collapsing on his back, his mind dimly registered the sounds of their combined panting as he struggled to clear his mind.

He gave up. Pulling the sheets over both their sweaty bodies, he paused before silently wrapping an arm around her waist. Tugging her closer, Akito fell asleep.

-o-O-o-

The sound of birds chirping filtered into Tohru's consciousness.

Cracking her eyes open, she stared at the ceiling, vaguely aware of a solid warmth lying across her chest. Peering down, she saw a bare arm whose hand was tangled in her hair. Memories of last night flooded back and Tohru's face flamed. Flipping up the sheet, she winced and jerked the sheet back down when she saw that they were both still naked.

I can't believe I let him do that!

Her hand lifted to cover her eyes as she recalled how she had encouraged him with her cries and actions. A tiny voice in her subconscious pricked through the wall of embarrassment.

Yeah, but you enjoyed it. Don't deny it.

She was about to panic when she felt his arm tighten as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Ak...Akito-san?"

She felt, rather than heard, him mumble something. Smooth lips moved against her skin, his warm breath sending involuntary shivers of pleasure down her spine.

"Excu...excuse me?"

Akito raised him head, his sleep-laced voice getting clearer with each word.

"I said, it's still early. You woke me up. What do you want?"

Tohru floundered, refusing to meet his eyes. In this kind of situation, there were so many things she had to say. 'Sorry' came to mind. Quickly followed by 'Please get off me.' Confusingly enough, there was also 'Again.' Her thoughts were so jumbled that she blurted out the first thing that came to mind:

"You."

Why did I say that?

His drowsy black eyes sharpened. Blinking back at him, Tohru tried to read the emotions that flitted through his normally impassive demeanour. Surprise. Wariness. Desire.

She gasped when he suddenly rolled on top of her. Tracing her swollen lips with a long finger, he pressed a light kiss on them. She could feel him growing hard against her thigh.

"That can be arranged. Anything else?"

His gaze was even more intense than usual. Hotter and flickering with that same, unnamed mix of emotions. Instead of being scared, Tohru found herself unusually drawn to it. Flattening her hand cautiously against his chest, she marvelled silently at the warmth heating her fingers underneath the pale skin. Once again, she spoke without thinking.

"Don't pull out this time."

He arched an eyebrow at that. Tohru flushed so hard she was sure she looked like a tomato with hair.

"Why not?"

"Because?

Failing spectacularly at the attempt to backtrack, she ended up whispering the only thing she could think of. The truth.

"Because it feels good."

Akito appraised her. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over her heated cheek before fusing his mouth with hers.

"Alright."

A/N: I'm going on a trip tomorrow and won't be able to update for about a week. Hope you all enjoy this so far...