To mistyamethyst1312: I kicked her and then she broke my typing hand...which also happens to be my pimp hand so I could neither type nor pimp for a while Itai :) jk

To everyone reading this story: There will be sex. Lots of it. In detail. From now on I will mark it with radical signs so you can skip it. THE SEX IS PART OF THE PLOT. THERE IS A REASON FOR IT. If it offends you to where you can't sleep at night or something, TELL ME AND I WILL FIX IT. Arigatou for not freaking out about it and needlessly reporting me. (Really, if sex in fanfictions gets you that worked up, go research how badly the government is f-ing up the environment and then tell me what you should be directing your rightous anger at!).

Sorry about the wait.

00

Hatori took Tohru to the clinic by himself. The others besides Ayame were asleep and besides, if anyone could control himself around a lust-crazed girl, it was most certainly he. They had been driving for about twenty minutes and she had not yet made a move, just sat quietly in the passenger's seat with her head down. It puzzled him, but he left her alone.

"Ha...Hatori-san? Why are we going to your work? I'm not sick." He glanced into her blue eyes, wide with confusion and innocence, and he became confused as well at her lack of...well...modesty or whatever. She just slept with Yuki's brother for godssakes.

They reached the clinic, a stone's throw away from the main house, and still she was subdued. Then Momiji came flying down the sidewalk yelling her name and she looked up in surprise. Hatori noticed that her cheeks were heavily flushed, but that thought flew out of his mind as the blond boy flung himself into Tohru, which knocked her into the doctor.

Two poofs of smoke later, Tohru was her old self: squealing, running to grab them and their clothes and get them inside, fairly fainting with a sense of urgency. She put Momiji in a checkup room and put Hatori next door into his office. She was walking back towards the door to see the blond Souma when another poof alerted her to the fact that the other Juunishi member had just changed back. Just one quick glance behind her shoulder and that indigo gaze appeared. Her hand move from the handle to the tab in the middle of it.

She locked the door.

He had already begun putting on his clothes, but that didn't help. Hatori reached for his shirt, but found it was currently missing from the floor of the office. His gaze traveled up the slender legs of the young girl infront of him who was holding his shirt loosely in her right hand. He rose from the ground and held out his hand for the garment, ignoring her teasing smile.

"So stoic, Hatori-san, so commanding," her eyes traveled over him and she gave him a naughty smirk. "Don't you know it drives young girls to do things behind closed doors?"

The only clue that he had either heard or processed what she said was the large swallow he took that made his adam's apple bob.

Tohru threw the shirt behind her, reached under her skirt, and pulled down a pair of panties, wriggling out of them. She held them up and made a surprised face.

"Doctor, I think there's something the matter with me," she said innocently. "I seem to be all wet..."

!LEMONY FRESHNESS UP AHEAD!THAT MEANS SEX!

She grabbed his hand and led it to the place her the pink lace had hid.

"...Right...here."

When his fingers brushed against the warm dampness, it was like a live wire shocked him into action and he jerked his hand back.

"This is inappropriate, Tohru-kun," he said steadily and swallowed forcefully. "Put those back on so I can examine you."

Tohru responded by backing up to his desk, sitting on it and sliding back so she was toward the middle, careful of the objects placed on there, then spreading her legs. He was mesmerized, knowing he should turn away, walk out the door, anything.

"You can examine me right here Tori-san. Here, I'll help," and she pushed her fingers inside herself. And with one moan of his name, the control he worked so hard on broke.

"No, Tohru," he chided, walking toward her. "Like this."

And he replaced his fingers with her own. She arched into him and grabbed onto his upper arms as he stroked her into obliviousness.

"Yes," she hissed, then trailed her hands down to fondle the front of his pants. She slid off of the desk, stopping his ministrations, and came to rest back onto the floor on her knees in front of him. Her nimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper at eye-level, and she released the growing bulge from its cloth prison. He stepped out of the material.

"Commando?" she queried, looking up at him and was rewarded with a slight blush.

He groaned as he felt her soft lips surround him, and supported his rapidly-becoming-heavy body by both arms on the desk in front of him. The rhythm rocked him into a gloriously blank state of mind, pushing him to the brim, when his eyes suddenly shot open.

"No," he gasped. "Not yet."

And he disengaged Tohru and yanked her up, descending on her with a kiss that was all clashing of teeth and heated breath. She forcefully pushed him toward the wall, his back hitting it with a thump. With catlike grace she walked the handfull of steps toward him, but stopped and leaned next to him against the cool surface. Hatoru looked at her curiously and she answered with a devilish grin. He in turn answered her silent command, lifting her up and impaling her on his organ, thrusting into her so she hit the wall with soft, rhythmic thumps. His lips skimmed her collarbone, with his tongue occasionally flicking out to taste her salt-sweat or pressing his lips to the muscle between her shoulder and neck in a heated sucking kiss that had her arching her back until her only shoulderblades and head rested against the vertical surface.

Tohru had threaded her hands in his hair, pulling as though she thought she would fall of the earth if she let go. And the soft whispers over the sounds of their joining, like a mantra over and over,

"HatoriHatoriHatoriHatoriHatoriHatoriHatoriHatoriHatoriHa..."

Murmuring his name until he believed it was the only word left in the world. And then a pause,

"The desk..."

He lifted her off and in a wildly uncharacteristic motion, he swept his arm across the desk and cleared its contents to the floor.

"You choose," he said roughly and she bent over the desk immediately, looking over her shoulder expectantly.

There was a bark of laughter and then he filled her again.

After a while, her hipbones became sore from the rocking up against the wood, so she used her leverage to spin while he was still inside her, ending up facing him again.

The movement made Hatori gasp, stop, and force himself to think of cold showers so that he didn't lose his control. After a moment of stillness, he lifted her hips and rested her legs over his shoulders and began thrusting quickly and forcefully. Tohru responded by arching her back and squeezing her eyes shut.

"Yes...Ha...san...there..."

He hit that spot inside of her that released warm waves and she shuddered and shuddered until he too came, shooting his seed inside of her. There was a momentary relaxation and then he scooped her up and laid down on the floor, her on top and he still inside her. They laid like that until they caught their breath.

He was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry Toh..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," she paused and then a weak smile. "Except for the fact that we didn't start doing this sooner."

He shook his head.

"I need to examine you..." Hatori trailed off when he saw the devilish look and grin she gave him. He blush and sputtered. "Not like that!"

Tohru rolled off of him and sighed. He began to get dressed.

"Meet me out there in five minutes Tohru," he paused "-chan."

00

Yet another lemon filled chap. in BLACK TOHRU!

Don't worry faithful readers, alot more plot coming up! ...gotta set the story up after all.

Chan: term of endearment, I believe used for such things as boyfriends, girlfriends, lovers...etc.