A/N- Um... hi? Am I allowed to say that anymore? It's been a very long time since I updated... I'm SUPER SORRY. Every time I got all my ducks in a row, the entire group of them wandered off in every direction except the one I wanted them to go.
I won't make any promises (because apparently if I promise to update, it doesn't happen) but I do intend to put more effort into keeping up with my Update Schedule.
Also, as a reward for waiting so patiently (it's not because that's where the story was going or anything .) this chapter is where things start to get heated. No sexy times yet, but we are getting closer!
Disclaimer- I do not own Fruits Basket, or any of it's characters.
Shigure sat on the porch, wrapped in his sleeping robe, a steaming mug of tea in his hands. Even though he had doubted that anything would happen tonight, he had still held onto his faint hope that tonight he would be able to hold Emiko in his arms while he slept. Instead, Miko, along with Kimberly, had ended up in Tohru's room. Hatori had claimed his room the first chance he got, so the boys were all forced to either share Yuki's room, or sleep on the roof – as Kyo had chosen to do.
After hours of trying to sleep, Shigure had quietly left his room, so as not to wake Hatori, made himself a mug of tea, and gone outside.
It wasn't like it was anyone's fault but his own. He had known that nothing would happen tonight, along with the rest of the trip. But when he lay down to sleep, all he could think about was Emiko. It started out innocently enough, of course. Her laugh, the way she sometimes looked away from him while she smiled shyly. The way she blushed when he said something naughty. The look in her eyes earlier when she had decided to kiss him.
That was when his self control had fallen to pieces.
Now, as a writer, Shigure had always been good at picturing things in his head, but he had never put in the amount of detail he did to these fantasies. Miko lying on his bed, hair spread around her like branches on a tree while she bit her lip and her head tossed. Her body arching up, back literally leaving the bed as she cried out. Her delicate hands trembling as they compulsively clutched the sheets she lay upon. Her pulse pounding visibly as her head tossed back and forth while he kissed slowly down her stomach.
Right there had been where he had stopped the fantasy, not willing to go any farther with someone other the Miko in the room.
That was when he had decided to go and sit on the cold porch.
"Gure? What are you doing up?" Miko's voice came from behind him. He turned around to see her standing there in the doorway, head cocked slightly, an innocent grin on her face.
At the same moment a wave of happiness came over him that she was awake, a wave of guilt the exact same size crashed through him. He'd been thinking about her naked, while she was still one of the most innocent girls he'd ever met.
"Nothing," he said quietly, "Just couldn't sleep. What about you?"
She walked over and gracefully sat next to him, just close enough that their thighs brushed occasionally, "I couldn't sleep either. It was just too hot inside."
~Same,~ Shigure thought to himself, ~but probably not for the same reasons...~
"So... why couldn't you sleep?" Miko asked him, turning her head to look over at him.
"Yeah.. just... too hot," Shigure somehow managed to get out, "Way to hot."
And it had been... just not the hot she was talking about.
They sat there for a while, Miko eventually leaning over and resting her head on his shoulder. But eventually, Emiko broke the silence. "Gure?" she asked, "Is it okay if I kiss you again?"
Shigure blinked, turning to look over at her. Out of all their – admittedly few – kisses, she had never asked for a second one so soon, but he was willing to give it to her.
"Sure," he said, sitting where he was and waiting patiently. But instead of kissing him right away like he'd expected, she smiled and turned back to the view. He waited and waited, long minutes that felt like hours, until she finally, finally, moved so that she could press her lips to his.
Just like earlier, her kiss started out gentle. Their lips moved slowly, in a teasing dance that could change tempo or end at any moment, yet he couldn't bring himself to care that at any moment they could have to stop. Her leg swung over his hip, and suddenly Emiko's controlled teasing of his mouth was over. She was devouring him, and – even if he had wanted to, which he most assuredly did not – he couldn't have done anything to stop it. Her hands clutched his head to pull it more forcefully towards her own, while her fingers tangled almost painfully in his hair. His hands flexed on her hips, and he lost all control, just like she had. They collapsed onto the porch, Shigure lying on top of her, hips falling between her thighs. His head was spinning from the combination of lack of breath and the feel of her body pressed against him, but he didn't want to stop, wouldn't stop, couldn't stop. She jerked her head back to tear her lips from his, and he could feel her breath rattling in her chest as she panted. When she's shoved her head back like that, though, it had just pushed his lips to her neck, where he had promptly set to work creating a big, dark hickey.
"Oh... oooh god," she moaned, grabbing his face and pulling it back to her's with a surprising amount of force. Their teeth collided, tongues tangling, low growls emitting from both of their throats.
Slowly – especially in comparison to the way the rest of their kiss was going – Shigure brought his hand to rest on her breast through her robe, and instead of the embarrassed gasp he was expecting, a load moan echoed through her chest and out of her clenched lips, a look of ecstatic pain on her face. He sat up, looking down at her as he brought his other hand up and grasped the other breast. Her robe had started to fall open, revealing most of her breasts, along with the pink lace bra she wore.
She was exactly like he had pictured – minus the bed – hair spread around her like branches on a tree, trembling hands, perky breasts. The only thing he hadn't pictured was the light pink flush high on her sternum that rose up to leave streaks on her cheeks.
He lowered his head to leave gentle kisses on the skin between her breasts, hands gently playing.
"Gure~" she moaned, "G-Gure..."
He growled, loving the way she said his name.
"Gure," she said more forcefully, "Stop. You have to stop."
With an effort so profound she was lucky he had managed it, he yanked himself away from her, panting. Barely able to look at her, he asked quietly, "What's wrong?"
She sat up, pulling her robe back together and hiding the delicate pink flush. "I... I'm not... I," she stuttered, eyes going wide, looking at him with a pleading expression.
"Hey, hey," he said, lightly touching her cheek, trying to comfort her despite his own barely controlled desire, "It's okay if you're not ready yet."
She smiled a tiny smile, glancing up at him through her lashes. "See you tomorrow," she whispered, standing up and going inside.
After she left, Shigure sat there, holding his now cold cup of tea, wonderment filling his mind.
He did have a measure of self-control where Emiko was concerned.