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A/N: Wowwie. I thought that after my long break, I would only have a few reviews. Thank you. There is smut (lots) in this chapter. Be warned.

Hatori's Remedy presents:

Chapter 50: Fluid Motions

"We're getting it."

"No, we don't have to."

"You look beautiful in it." My heart dropped, and my breath hitched to see you in this white reverie. You look purely angelic. I want to kiss you, touch you.

"Thank you, but there's no need to spend money on something I will never wear."

"You will."

She frowned and shook her head.

"This is my early Christmas present to you. I was wondering what to get you, and since I am so taken with this dress, I'm getting it for you."

"Okay," Tohru said. She really did like the dress; she just wasn't used to people buying her things. She had become independent after her mother died. "Thank you Hatori."

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Tohru sat on the area rug in front of Hatori's sofa. Outside, it was dark and cold. The snow had stopped falling when Hatori drove her to his office from the mall. They had met there after her work and had a simple dinner before he brought her here. She was cutting flower shapes out of pastel poster board, as placemats. As a member of the prom decorating committee, she had to create a memorable high school experience on a low budget, since most of the money had been spend on the expensive location. It was four months in advance, but hey, Tohru always started early on projects. This year's theme was 'Midnight in the Meadows.' With Tohru's diligent doodling skills, they sketched what the ballroom would look like. They would not use the crystal chandeliers with the gold accents; instead the only light source would be from paper lanterns hanging from an intricate lattice, help up by wooden poles. They wanted a romantic, innocent, whimsical gypsy feel. The lanterns would spill out of the ballroom, into the courtyard where students would dance under the firefly-pricks of light in the night sky. Both areas would be filled with sweet-smelling flowers, spilling out of the glass vases, ribbons of color. Tohru described the beautiful lily-pond in the courtyard with large orange and white streaked koi fish. As Hatori listened to her dramatic recitation, he ached to escort her. He felt greedy for snatching her from her youth; many nights he thought of himself as a cradle robber. But her love had proved him wrong. Age was not an issue.

"Who are you going with?" He asked, trying to sound blasé. She looked adorable with her tongue peeking from the side of her mouth. She was in deep concentration. A stunned look glazed her face when she looked up.

"No one's asked me." Yet, he thought.

"Yuki?"

"He worked up the courage to ask Machi. Both are so shy and cute. I'm really happy for him." A big grin was splash across her face.

"Kyo?"

"I don't know. We've hung out at the library studying for our physics exam this week, but he didn't bring it up."

"He should pretty soon before other guys do. He won't be able to sweep you off your feet like I've seen some teenage boys in the city do, buying girl's gifts, sweet treats, taking them to movies, dinner, museums… who can resist?"

"I can," she murmured, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"But it's our human nature to enjoy being lavished upon."

"It's in the eye of the beholder." She responded. "It's true that I like to buy myself a gift once in a while, but I don't like being 'lavished upon.' It makes me feel greedy, taking things from others hard-earned money. I really liked the dress you bought me, but the amount of work and effort you put in for the money… I feel guilty."

That's why I love you so much. You are so pure. You respect everything in life. You can love me without looking at all my blemishes.

"Don't ever feel guilty. The look on your face when you saw yourself… I'm willing to pay any amount of money to see it. Also Tohru, don't be too humble. You are a very desirable woman. Any man would be proud to call you his girlfriend." I lose control when I'm around you; a dormant desire overwhelms me.

"Thank you for the compliments, but I have many flaws." As she started listing them off on her fingers, her eyebrows furrowed in deep focus, Hatori moved from his seat to the area rug. From behind, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her between his legs effortlessly. His thigh acted as a back rest. He kissed the soft tantalizing spot behind her ear and said huskily, "You don't know what you do to me. My body wants to express my love for you in depraved ways, but my heart waits in pain." You make me feel so giddy all the time. Her smell, a mild soap, not some harsh expensive perfume, was like a drug.

Tohru gulped, feeling goose pricks over her tingling skin. The room was cold, even with the bumbling air conditioner on. Yet, her cheeks were aflame because of his confession. She felt warmth in her stomach, in her toes, in her core. She turned to him about to ask him what he meant, in more detail, but Hatori closed his mouth over hers tenderly. Shutting her eyes, her hand reached his and they intertwined easily. Her mind raced. It felt so good to be in his arms. The perfect moment suspended in time.

She was lost in his kiss when he broke away. He was on an addictive high, hormones racing, blood pumping. He asked headily, "Do you want to take a shower with me?" The words echoed in his brain. It was rash and aggressive. It was imprudent. He immediately wanted to slap himself hard in the face for expressing his raging physical desire. Her gaze met his, startled. He expected her to stand up and ask him to take her home immediately. He expected her to tell him that was wrong to ask something so selfish, that she had morals and principles to stand by. But she didn't. She lay her head on his pounding chest and let out a deep sigh. Worried, he released her hand, as though electrified with a shock. She was going to reject him.

"Hai."

She tilted her head to look up at him. What? He thought. Her eyes were dark, determined. No apprehension. You're not freaked out by my request? You don't hate me? You don't feel that I've come on to strong? Like a madman?

As though she had heard him, she said, "I know what you are thinking, Hatori. I won't regret it." That was all he needed.

He pulled her to her feet and brought her into his bleak bedroom, a lonely place where he spent miserable nights awake, thinking. His bedroom was not a place of solace, but a place he dreaded going to every night, alone. When the tree outside scrapped against his window thunderously, it made him cringe that he had no one to hold close or protect from nightmares. Now, he had someone, and he wasn't going to let her go. He grumbled throatily, "I have to go turn on the shower. It takes some time to get warm," not wanting to leave her side for a second. He flicked on a night lamp. Tohru nodded as she fumbled with her watch. Tohru looked around curiously. She ran her fingers over the edge of his bureau, over the closet doorknob. She liked the simplicity of his room. Even though it did not have many personal items – no pictures or trinkets (she supposed that all unmarried grown men's rooms were like this… except Shigure's of course), it was comfortable. It was him - down-to-earth and sincere, no frills or scary surprises, no 'skeletons in the closet' so to speak. Tohru noticed a blue pillow with a yellow-thread embroidered rabbit silhouette in the center. Tohru liked Momiji's gift. When he returned, he took her in his arms, still careful, and kissed the top of her head, a mere brush of his lips. It was like the small catalyst, the small key that unlocked a flood gate of desires. He whispered, "I love you."

Within seconds, everything was fuzzy and hasty, a fire consuming two lovers. When his hands moved to the hem of her sweater, Tohru threw away all her inhibitions, all her worries. He nodded for her to raise her arms. She did, and he helped her remove her bulky sweater. To his surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. He gulped loudly enough for her to hear. He tried not to focus his attention on the movement of her breasts as she breathed, but it wasn't easy. In response to his action, she cast aside his white lab jacket. He was wearing a black V-neck sweater, one that she had picked out for him. The fit was tighter, and it drew one's eyes to his lean, defined chest. He raised his arms automatically, as she tugged the sweater up.

In the steamy bathroom, they removed their pants. Tohru smiled when she saw his boxers dotted with leaves. It was so… cheerful. Both were hesitant to remove their undergarments. Tohru turned to the corner to remove her panties; it was enticing, provoking that she was so shy. Hatori did the same as he took off his boxers, stepping out of them. She was the first to step into the shower. In Hatori's mind, he reprimanded himself for not ordering a Jacuzzi, or at least a bathtub when his office was renovated. But who would have known that the stoic doctor would fall this hard…

It would have been more romantic than a shower.

Hot beads of water pelted them. Tohru ran her fingers bashfully down the length of Hatori's body, slick with water. Seeing her reaction after touching his dark nipple made his breath hitch uncomfortably. His body was all smooth planes, and the trail of hair from beneath his bellybutton to his… she had never used that word in her life… penis. Every time her eyes wandered 'down there,' she blushed.

Adrenaline pulsed through his body. Hatori blushed under Tohru's ministrations, her gentle hands. He was growing hard. He needed no more encouragement to kiss her full on the lips. He looped his arms around her waist and pulled her against the wall. He kept her there by pressing his knees into the wall, and having her 'sit' there. She was struck with the cold sensation of the cold white tiles, and the warm mist of the water and his lips. He drew slow circles on the small of her back – the calluses making her tingle pleasantly, as he kissed her; their lips melded together. Hatori initiated a battle between tongues, probing, exploring. Though both were inexperienced, they sucked each other's lips greedily, desperately, blindly. It was passionate and urgent as if a dam had broke, leaving a torrent of emotion, love, lust in its wake. She tasted so sweet. Water fell on Hatori's hair, and trickled down his bangs. His senses were at full-speed, overpowering; every moan, every clash between their tongues, every arch was erotic and sensual in the hazy surroundings. He only paused to steal breathes of air. He broke the kiss when he felt her shiver. She had been thrust on the cold tiles for too long, how thoughtless of him. She was so tantalizing, and perfect, and loving… he buried his face in the bony crook of her neck, ragged breaths filling the room. Neither dared to speak; it could not be described in words. They switched positions; Hatori was against the frosted glass and Tohru in the downpour. His legs could not hold him up, as he was lightheaded and shaky. He slid his bottom to the small ledge where the frosted glass and titles met. Hatori relinquished control for Tohru's delicate kisses, which were no less tormenting. She swayed, but accidentally got to close to him. It felt as though she had ground her mound against his sex, provoking, teasing. Each little action seemed ten times more potent, effective in making him crazy and wanton.

"Ah, don't do that!"

She opened her eyes awaken from the woozy daze of touches and kisses. She bounced on his thighs, her hands still tangled in his soft hair. "What?" She asked unknowingly.

"You did it again." He seized her hips and set her away from his just enough. "I will do something you will regret." He growled.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I will make love to you like a deprived man." Words he would never have said in a million years if not for his chance falling in love with Tohru. Tohru pulled her lower lip between her teeth, a quirk that only made his erection hard and unforgiving. "See, that." He said, nodding down. Of course he wanted to ravish her like a dissipated man, but he didn't want her to regret it either. It would make him feel like shit, to put it in layman's terms. He assessed her face. She looked like a hedonistic goddess, with her arms crossed over her small breasts, pushing them together…

When she didn't say anything, he started. "I've waited for this since the first time I met you, but I don't want it to be rushed."

'It' needed no explaining. "It isn't. I always feel this… ache inside me when you are close. I want to express it by hugging you, but I can't. So now, it's just exploded. I want you. I want you to… have me."

Gulp. He let out a regretful sigh. He kissed along her jaw line, down to her collarbone, the feeling making her shudder. I can't do that do you. Not yet. After a few beats, she leaned away from him. "Why won't you have me?" Her voice was hoarse. Even in the water, he could tell that her eyes were glossy.

He wanted to blabber on about how she was underage, but that wasn't the argument. He loved her, and he would make love to her even if she didn't reach her 18th birthday, but it wasn't time yet. He could gauge that while on the outside she appeared sure and certain, she wasn't. She wanted the feeling, but did not understand the consequences; all the messy emotions that came with the unification.

He was doing this for her sake, not his own, but she was not seeing his point. There was one thing he could do that would hopefully satisfy her curiosity and fulfill that 'want.' He had only heard of it from his college buddies. It hoped it didn't hurt her.

His fingers stroked the inside of her thigh as he kissed her lips. He captured a soft cry that escaped from her, as his thumb brushed across her clit. The stroke was soft, stirring.

"This doesn't hurt right?" He asked.

She shuddered and shook her head frantically, liking this new sensation. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering crazily, colliding into one another. His lips kissed her shoulders, periodically sucking the water that beaded on her skin. Her back arched; she nearly grazing his chest. His heart raced, giddy that he could make her feel this good. His moved his thumb over her distending nub faster, desperate to hear her delicious cry again. She didn't know what was expected of her, could she do anything to help? But her brain was acting on a riotous, visceral level, she couldn't think or ask. She wasn't even ashamed of the rising feeling between her thighs. She moaned and writhed, throwing her head back, her disheveled hair making her look like a wanton goddess. She screamed when two of his fingers entered her, slowly, languidly. She is so tight and wet inside… He waited patiently as she adjusted to the feel of him inside her. There was no rush as he stroked her. He made sure of that.

"Again… please… Haaaaaa'ri." She dragged out his name, as though it were a mantra. He took his fingers out, unhurriedly, before thrusting them back in again, repeatedly. His thumb still swirled around her clit, and the sensation was about to push her over the edge. Her body shook violently as she arched around his fingers. Tohru cried out something, hopefully his name as she came, the feeling washing over her in a intense surge; it was fast, hot, burning. There were small aftershocks after the first. Hatori's hand felt the prize of her pleasure as he pulled out. She panted sharply. She would have buckled on the ground, but Hatori caught her in his arms. He held her until she gained enough strength to stand up; the vibrations finally ceasing.

"Tohru."

Tbey gazed at each other amorously.

They finished the shower after they soaped each other up with a fresh bar of honey and milk soap and rinsed the suds off; their motions languorous. Hatori toweled Tohru dry, and she did the same. Both collapsed on the bed. The towels fell away from their bodies. Tohru closed her instantly. She said "I love you Hatori. Thank you for tonight," before she fell asleep. He pulled her close to him. They would only rest for a while…

Hatori's last thought were the image of the ecstasy on her face. Yet there was remorse, always remorse. He would never hear the sounds of their slippery bodies in the shower, or feel friction between their bodies during love-making. He would never feel her pert breasts against his chest or the thump of her heart against his, in tandem. Never limbs thrown carelessly over limbs. Everything had to be meticulous, careful, delicate. And it nearly damn broke his heart as he was lulled to sleep by Tohru's soft breathing.

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A/N: Reviews! (I eat them for breakfast.)

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