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For You, I\'ll Be	By : ErieDragon Category: Fruits Basket > Het - Male/Female Views: 8603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-For You, I'll Be
- 2-The Unexpected Part Two
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Honestly, I�m not sure where
any of this came from. I was sitting on the couch after dinner thinking, I want
to write about Hatori and Tohru,
but I have no interest in writing just another get-together story�that�s too
clich� for both of them. But, musing over our broken vacuum, the gears began to
turn�

For You, I�ll Be.

Hatori slammed his car door much louder than he had wanted
to, and he cringed a little. Taking a quick look into the back seat he nodded
his head with kept satisfaction and walked up to his front door, feeling a
little warmth when he saw lights on in the kitchen and living room.

Inside, he attempted to creep
up silently, but he was noticed. �Welcome home, Hatori,�
he heard from the kitchen. He sighed. However, not all was lost. Hatori coughed a little when he stood up normally.

�Failed again,� he called
back, hearing a sweet laugh and the sizzle of food. His stomach grumbled a
little in anticipation�he could smell a rather delectable dinner awaiting him
as he approached the kitchen and peered in.

�Tohru,�
he asked in his usual, rather serious tone, �can I take you away from that for
a moment or two?�

She glanced up at him, her
hair held up in a hairdo that reminded him vaguely of when she was in high
school, and nodded her head with a wide smile. �Sure! I just started boiling
something, it will be a while.� Hatori only nodded
and went back to the living room, and she received the cue to follow. Standing
by the door, he leaned forward and put a hand over her eyes.

�Wait here a moment, all
right?� Looking momentarily confused, Tohru only
nodded her head and put both hands over her eyes. Hatori,
conspiratorially, snuck out the front door and quickly unloaded the rather
large contents of his car. Tohru had been
unintentionally dropping hints for some time that she needed a new vacuum, but
she always managed�even though the silly old thing was consistently coughing up
bits of dust and fur. He had never wanted a cat, but when Tohru
picked up the sweet little thing from a gutter, he knew there was no way it
wouldn�t be living with them for the rest of its miserable life. He sighed when
he looked up and saw the little white creature sitting on the window sill,
staring out at him with its tail waving this way and that. The obnoxious thing
often even found its way to the bed, and he woke up with bits of white fur
covering the dark, velvety comforter.

He carried the vacuum up to
the porch and left it there momentarily, opening the door just enough to come
back inside. Tohru was still standing with her hands
over her eyes. �Can I look yet?�

�All
right.� She opened her eyes, but
when she saw nothing, she looked momentarily confused. Hatori
laughed and pulled open the door.

�I bought you a new vacuum,�
he commented dryly. He watched her for the jump of excitement, shining eyes and
giddy smile that he was used to whenever he bought her something; her happiness
always completed his day. Whenever the nurses asked too many questions, the
patients moaned and the work was arduous, he stopped off at some store on his
way home. Bad days were always cured by a few roses or slices of pie for after
dinner.

However, today, Tohru merely stared at the rather expensive-looking, silver
chrome vacuum sitting on the front porch. Hatori
looked at her quizzically. Maybe she really didn�t want a new vacuum and was
too attached to her old one to give it up. He should have thought of that�but
who would be attached to that awful old machine? The model he had purchased was
state of the art. The longer she stared, blank, the more confused he became.

Hatori nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt hands on
his neck and lips pressed against his own. He almost made a noise, but looked
down to find Tohru nearly shaking. She quickly pulled
away and stared up at him, then back at the vacuum. He blinked.

�Oh, Hatori,�
she murmured, �I love it! Thank you!� Before Hatori
could react, she was kissing him again. He raised one eyebrow, feeling rather
sly, and kissed her back. When their eyes met once more, Tohru
looked torn between him and the household appliance waiting on the steps. He
laughed and, kissing her forehead, said, �Finish up dinner, and I�ll bring it
inside. You don�t have to give it a name, or anything.� At his comment, Tohru giggled and gave him one last, quick kiss, dashing off
to the kitchen.

Hatori was almost blushing. She was rarely that
bold�initiating was not her forte. But, true to his word, he set about to
bringing the vacuum inside and tucking it away in the closet. He hauled the old
one outside, not quite sure how to dispose of it, but he decided someone would
take it away eventually. One could always rely on the servants for such things.

Tohru was just setting out the dinnerware as Hatori came back inside, rubbing his arms a little from the
cool night air. He took a seat at the small table as Tohru
set down a large pot of sukiyaki, some rice, nori,
and other bits and pieces. She looked a little calmer, but not much�he
refrained from chuckling outwardly.

�Oh!� she said suddenly,
nearly dropping a bit of beef from her chopsticks, �I organized that file
cabinet that�s been bothering you.� Hatori nearly
choked.

�You mean�� Tohru nodded. He nearly reached across the table and kissed
her right there�and would
probably have proceeded to ravish her on the table.

�You�re amazing,� he
breathed, putting a sliced carrot in his mouth, �And you�re the only one who�s
managed to master my filing system.�

With a giggle, Tohru shook her head and blushed a
little. �It was nothing. Monkey helped me a little.� At this Hatori groaned.

�I�m going to have little
white hairs all over my patient files!� Tohru
laughed, and there was an answering mewl from the
counter. Hatori nearly had a conniption and immediately grabbed an extra napkin
off the table, throwing it at the little white cat. Monkey yowled and fled.

When Hatori
turned back to finish eating, Tohru looked halfway
between astonished and amused. �Poor Monkey,� she commented, leaning over to
look at the little cat where he sat in the corner. He made a noise.

Tohru talked merrily for the rest of dinner of her day; he
paid close attention, always mesmerized by her talk at the end of the day. She
was his therapy�his stress-reliever. Whenever she halted, he would ask another
question to keep her going.

�Then, at around three, I saw
Kisa and Hiro outside.�
This didn�t seem unusual, Hatori thought, when she
paused for a moment. Tohru raised her eyes and he
noted a little gleam in them. �They were holding hands! It was adorable,� she
sighed. �Hiro is so tall now.�

Hatori nodded. �They�ll be out of school in a year,� he
commented. Tohru stood up and began collecting the
dishes.

�Everyone�s nearly grown up
now,� she said, rather quietly, as she began washing. Hatori
looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

�It happens.�

Tohru nodded at him from where she could see beneath the
cupboards, but she had a melancholy look to her. �It just surprises me. I mean,
Kyo-kun and Kagura�s
wedding is only in two months�� she trailed off, removed. Hatori
blinked, then narrowed his eyes. He wondered what had gotten
into her that day�she seemed pensive. Maybe it was the vacuum, he thought.

In a few minutes Tohru had finished cleaning up and was moving towards the
bathroom. �I�m going into the bath,� she called to Hatori,
who still sat at the table, thinking. He almost didn�t respond, but jumped on
the opportunity.

�Oh, do you mind waiting for
me? I�d like to come in, too,� he replied while he nearly sprung from his
chair. Tohru peeked out of the bathroom and smiled at
him.

�Sure.� With that she went
inside and left the door slightly ajar, and in a moment he heard water running.
Hatori quickly fetched his new pair of pajama bottoms
from his dresser. Tohru had surprised him one night
with them; he usually didn�t like such things, but the soft, flannel material had
made the pants his most prized possession. Picking up on his love for the bit
of clothing, Tohru always kept them clean and ready
to wear. Even on hot summer nights he often couldn�t resist.

Some minutes later he went
into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He didn�t bother to look
around the steamy room first, immediately taking off his collared shirt and
tie; he took a deep breath when he removed the latter object from around his
neck and finished undressing with a towel around him. It was lucky the floor
wasn�t slippery when Hatori felt hands land on his
hips from behind. �Thank you,� Tohru breathed into
his neck, and he quickly relaxed into her touch. He turned around and, still
holding the towel with one hand, ran a hand through her long, untied hair. No
response was needed; he ran his hand down her neck and cupped her chin in one
large palm, and lightly kissed her. She smiled, and the two went hand in hand
to the wide bath awaiting them.

Tohru sat on the tile seat above the water as she took down
another towel and wrapped it around her hair. Eager for the hot water awaiting
him Hatori, towel and all, slipped into the bath and
quickly settled in. He knew he wouldn�t be here now if it weren�t for Tohru in his life�he would be standing in the shower, tense
and still unfed. But he was spoiled, now, and had been for two years and
counting. Hatori closed his eyes, let out a contented
sigh and let a calm smile grace his lips.

Moments later he felt a
vibration in the water as Tohru joined him and her
feet brushed his while she slid into the water. Within moments she was behind
him and he was leaned forward, the fingers of one of her hands working his
muscles while the other hand ran a soapy sponge over him. Bath time was
relatively routine for them: after she finished
washing his back, they both turned and he would reciprocate the favor, and then
both would sponge themselves until it was time to soak. Then they slipped into
the deeper water and sometimes splashed a little and Tohru
washed her hair.

This time, though, Hatori pulled Tohru into his lap
to clean her. Though he couldn�t do as fair of a job, he had been overcome with
a desire to have her close to him�he knew it was a reaction to his poor day.
First, a nurse had knocked over his favorite plant, a
little Christmas cactus Tohru had set up there to
cheer him up when he needed it most. It was a strange selection, he had thought
at first, but it bloomed at the oddest times and the colors of it were so
vibrant, he felt it put a little life into his sterile office. The poor
creature had been displaced and dirt went everywhere; Hatori
was sure it wouldn�t survive. At lunch he found out he had placed the bento Tohru made for him upside down and despite all her efforts
to contain it, it had been jostled so much that when he opened it, some spilled
out and most of the rest was all strewn about. Finally, he had left work early
to the vacuum store and he had nearly been detained by an emergency
patient�luckily, he had sorted her out and told her that if her leg was broken,
she needed to go to the hospital and not his office. By the time he reached the
shop, the salesman�s unpleasant demeanor hadn�t been able to bring him down any
further. Tohru�s reaction to his rather expensive
gift was most definitely worth the while, and drawing the sponge down between
her shoulders to her well-formed, pale, and possibly the sexiest rear ever, all
his negative emotion melted away. Times like these made Hatori
want desperately to reach around and hold her, and it was all he could do to
stop himself. If he was in dire need of it, he would most certainly embrace her
from the front, but only with a tub of cool saltwater handy. He sighed. They
were so comfortable with one another, now; he was sporting a little chubby, but
the bath was certainly not the time or place for it.

After some moments Hatori put down the sponge and Tohru,
instead of moving from his lap into the water, turned around so she was facing
him and he swallowed. Water dribbled lightly down her chest and belly from
where the soapy water had spilled over her shoulders, and it ran down the
valley between her breasts to her trim stomach and soft thighs. Without much
thought Hatori put one hand behind her neck and
brought her face to him for a crushing kiss. When Tohru
moved in his lap he immediately felt himself jump to life; a naked woman on
one�s lap could to that to a man. But he wasn�t going to do it in the
bathtub�at least, not today. Hatori was going to love
her long and slow tonight. His loosening nerves called for it.

Slowly he dropped his hands
to her hips and drew away from the kiss, habitually
making sure their chests weren�t touching, and watched as her long eyelashes
slowly drew open. �You should wash off that soap,� he managed, his voice low
and his tone nearly shivering with a desire that he realized, now, had been
building inside him all day. Sitting in his office filling out paperwork, Hatori had been thinking of nothing but Tohru.

She slowly nodded her head,
looking a little confused, and left his lap to slide into the middle of the
bath. Hatori watched as she removed the towel around
her hair, apparently deciding to soap it, and sank beneath the surface. With a
little splash she came up and took the shampoo off one side of the large bath,
then applied it liberally to her long hair. Hatori
couldn�t resist coming up behind her and drawing her hands away so he could
work the shampoo through the long, silky strands himself.
Tohru let out a contented sigh.

Hatori let his thoughts drift back to dinner. He wondered
what had she been pondering with that longing expression on her face. It
defeated him how the concept of growing up unsettled her. At length�he finished
working in the shampoo and began to wash out the foam�he decided to address
her. �Tohru,� he asked, lowering his voice when his
first word echoed a little, �you seemed a little� upset earlier.� Her shoulders
tightened a little. �What�s wrong?�

Tohru turned to face him, most of her hair slipping from
his hands in the movement. �Ah, what do you mean?� she asked brightly. He knew
it�she was most definitely thinking of something.

�Earlier, you seemed a little
down when we spoke of Haru and Kisa,�
Hatori reminded her. She balked; he had caught her.

With a sigh, she turned back
so he could finish pouring water over her hair with a small container they kept
in the bath. Tohru inhaled the steam for a moment.
�I�ve been thinking�� she began, then paused, and decided to start differently.
�I mean, I don�t mean to be too bold�� she stopped again. Hatori
raised one eyebrow.

�You know whatever you say is
fine. I don�t know why you insist on talking that way sometimes,� he scolded.
But she had grown used to him and only lifted one hand to her ear in a familiar
nervous gesture.

�It�s just that� Everyone�s
going away. Akito�� she paused there, but when Hatori showed no signs of halting in his languid strokes
through her hair, she continued, �Akito is dead, Haru and Momiji have left, and Haru and Kisa are leaving so
soon. Kagura and Kyou are
ready to marry and I rarely see Yuki anymore. I feel like� we�ll be all alone
here.� Tohru sighed, and her shoulders slumped a
little. It was becoming more obvious to Hatori what
she was saying, now. Though whether she had come to the same conclusion he was
coming to, he didn�t know.

Secretly, the dragon had had
the same things on his mind, though in a much different way. It wasn�t the slow
migration of his cousins away from the main household that bothered him�it
wasn�t much of anything that bothered him. He may have well lived the rest of
his life unmarried and childless if he hadn�t eventually opened his eyes and
saw Tohru�really saw her�but now, he knew he would
never have been happy.

Sitting in the bath, cleaning
his wife�s hair and realizing that they had both been contemplating starting a
family, for the first time in a very long time, Hatori
was happy. But everything that was Tohru was
happiness; looking at her soft face when she turned to raise her eyebrows in
question, he knew it to be true.

�Tohru,�
he murmured, gathering up her hair in his hands and putting it over one of her
shoulders, �I�ve been thinking the same thing.� Funny, Hatori
thought, they had grown so close since Shigure walked
in on them kissing in his front office those years ago, they often thought alike.
They had been married for two years and were involved for one year before, but
he had known her for at least six by now. However, he never felt younger than
he did now. �There�s no reason why not. We have a stable income, a nice house
with room to spare, and if Akito was lying, all the jyuunishi are alive so there�s no worry of any child being
a member of the zodiac.� Now, Tohru was smiling. It
amazed her how in tune Hatori could be, realizing her
solution before even she had. He leaned down, sat back on the tile and propped
up his chin on the top of her head.

�I love you,� he heard her
whisper. With a smile he suddenly took her hands in his and stood up, bringing
her up to him with a splash. Tohru looked pleasantly
surprised and a light blush stained her cheeks from the hot water. Careful to
avoid touching her to his chest, Hatori leaned down
and hefted her easily into his arms; Tohru let out a
squeak and Hatori laughed. He kept a firm grip with
his feet, as to not fall, and easily stepped out of the bath. He would come
back later to let out the water. Tohru giggled and
put one arm around his neck�which was safer than two�to avoid falling at any
time. She hardly minded when her towel slipped off and, soaking wet, was left
on the tile floor while Hatori pulled the door open
with his elbow and stepped out into the hall. Water followed them in generous
amounts down the carpet and into their western-style bedroom. Hatori had ordered most of the house remodeled after the
wedding and he was most grateful for it.

Tohru let out a shocked noise when Hatori
dropped her unceremoniously to the bed. When she scrambled up and took an
alarmed breath he couldn�t help chuckling. He threw off his towel and Tohru cried again when he was suddenly on top of her, using
both arms to keep himself propped up directly above her. Hatori
could almost hear Shigure in his mind bouncing
around, giggling incessantly, �Time to make babies!� He quickly banished the
imagery and instead descended on Tohru for a kiss.

Hatori held himself there for some moments before he broke
away, opening his eyes to stare down into the face looking up at him. Lifting
one hand, he brushed some of her soaking wet hair behind her ear, and let
himself smile. They were both dripping water�the comforter was already becoming
saturated�but Hatori didn�t mind. He was at the alert
now and throbbing a little for the woman before him, and was she a sight; he
never grew tired of admiring her.

Hatori�s more manly needs gave him a kick and he quickly
stopped daydreaming, instead focusing on Tohru�s wide
eyes and soft, pursed lips. He kissed her for a brief moment on the mouth
before trailing lower. Tohru leaned back with
anticipation as he gained better access to her neck and she shivered when his
kisses sparked with warmth against the cool wetness of her body, just out of
the bath and quivering only slightly from the outside air. Losing some of
herself in the trail down her neck Tohru was taken by
surprise when she felt warm lips on her nipple, and she immediately reacted
with a small noise and a sigh. Hatori�s hand drifted
to her other round breast and his fingers began kneading it and brushing over
its taut point. The bath had done some good; she had become extremely aroused
much faster than usual. Her chest was already arching some, pressing her
breasts closer to him. Hatori felt satisfaction with
this as he shifted to her other nipple and teased it, alternating between his
lips and tongue. Sadly, he still had to keep himself relatively distanced from Tohru and used his other hand and his knees to keep himself
up and mostly off her body.

A pleased sigh escaped Tohru�s lips when Hatori caressed
the rest of her breast with his tongue, laying kisses around it until he
reached the space between the two; from there, he dropped both hands and used
one to grasp her hip as he kissed down her ribs to her stomach, which was most
pleasing to him. This was one of his favorite spots�letting his tongue drift in
and out of her belly button, he glanced up to see her restraining a giggle. He
licked it once more and she couldn�t resist laughing a bit. The pleasant sound
was halted abruptly when he moved to the next spot just below it, and let his
tongue dance there; she gasped and he saw her fingers grasp the comforter. Hatori found it ironic that one of her most sensitive
sexual spots was just below her most ticklish one.

Taking advantage of her lower
right abdomen�s erotic response, he nursed it for some moments to distract her
while one of his hands slid down her thigh and to the dark curls below where he
was teasing. Tohru was gasping and sighing from his
ministrations, but was too surprised to hold back a moan when his fingers,
previously undetected, easily found her clitoris and began to actively play
with it. Hatori nodded with satisfaction at this
response and removed his lips from her skin to employ his hand more fully. Tohru was wriggling, letting out quiet mewls as he teased
faster�but he couldn�t let her go now, not when his own length was throbbing
almost unbearably.

Completely caught off-guard Hatori groaned in a deep voice when Tohru�s
fingers had somehow found him, and were suddenly wrapped around his manhood.
Her hand worked upwards from the base and Hatori
gasped; she worked back, and he felt his arms trembling beneath him where he
held himself up when her other hand drifted down his chest and brushed most
intentionally over his nipples. She could be quite unexpected when she wanted
to be. Tohru�s eyes gleamed with pleasure when he
looked into them.

Tohru stilled her hand�s movement when she reached the head
again and she stopped there, running her fingers over it, and smiled when there
was a little dribble of pre-come. Only weeks had been required to rid her of
most of her shyness�Hatori had made sure of that.
Ever since then she had learned more every time and became bolder in very small
steps, though sometimes Hatori wondered how much she
really wanted to do when she had once taken him in her mouth and another time
had kissed and played with his nipples so much he wondered if he was going to
come on the spot.

But now, he was going to take
back a little control. Hatori drew her hands
away�both of them�from his length and pulled them up above her head and against
the mattress, holding both of her small wrists with one of his large hands. Tohru squeaked when he quickly kissed her, enfolding her
lips in his and suckling on them. He used his upper hand to support himself,
still keeping her hands captive, and his lower hand to brush through her curls
back to her moistening warmth. He fondled her clitoris in passing, eliciting a
strained gasp, but didn�t pause and continued on. Hatori
tested the level of lubrication there and, not finding it completely
satisfactory, lightly pressed one finger inside of her. Immediately she felt the
pressure and arched her body, but he reflected her and released her wrists. His
newly freed hand gripped her hip. Tohru groaned a
little when Hatori pressed another finger into her
and moved both about, and drew them in and around until she was biting her lip
and gasping with labored breaths.

In truth, Hatori
preferred himself ignored during foreplay; he found Tohru�s
body as arousing as anything, and being inside her was his ultimate
satisfaction. Watching her squirm and moan was one of life�s greatest pleasures,
he thought to himself. Hatori wondered momentarily
when his life had become so centered around his wife.
Of course, he chided himself, and that stupid cat�how
could he have forgotten.

Deciding Tohru
was adequately prepared, he propped his arms up on
either side of her and leaned down to place a kiss on her swollen lips. She
sighed, then, a happy sigh, and lifted her arms to lightly touch his cheek on
one side, and his neck with the other. �Tohru,� he
murmured, his hair falling in front of his face when he looked down at her. �My
Tohru��

�Shh,�
she comforted. Once, he had cried. They had been married for nearly a month and
they were in the same position they were now, Tohru
remembered. It was the only time she had seen him cry since they met, and it
had almost disconcerted her; but with the words that brought him all his
comforts, she wiped his tears and they made slow, deep love. Then she had
kissed him to sleep.

Now, he looked much the same
as he did then�eyebrows tilted in emotion, concern; deep, olive eyes focused
intently on her face; and one hand running down her ribs, around her breast,
and to her hip where he stopped and caressed her. But Hatori
leaned down and kissed her once more before, with practiced agility, he pressed
himself into her while keeping his eyes on hers.

Tohru let herself lean back, her hands touching behind his
neck, and moan. Sometimes she liked telling him how good it felt when he
pressed his hips further downward, driving his indescribably familiar length
deeper inside of her. There was something almost possessive about her; the
feeling of completeness he brought was her own�was their own. Hatori watched, mesmerized, as
Tohru�s body moved with a beautiful grace into his
slow thrust. Soon he was completely embedded in her and he leaned down to
nibble lightly at her neck, keeping his body away from her as much as he could.

Hatori kept his thrusts slow but steady, letting himself
sink into her fully before nearly withdrawing himself once more. He found she
responded the best to this: one of her hands dropped from his neck and
reflexively pushed at his pectoral, her fingers grasping at his shoulder before
lowering. She ran it along his muscle down nearly to
where their hips met and then back up to his now shaggy, dark hair. Tohru tried to keep her eyes on his�it was arousing and
erotic to watch his gaze swim and haze with pleasure�but she found herself
failing when he slowed his movements even further and used the opportunity to
press longer and harder into her with each thrust.

Too soon, Hatori�s
arms grew tired where he held them, and he found his body drifting lower and
lower. �Tohru,� he managed out, having to stop so he
could rest on his knees, �hold on for a moment.� Hatori
disengaged himself, earning a whimper from Tohru, and
quickly took each of her hands in his as he sat up. She watched with confusion
and curiosity as he dropped one hand and clasped the other tighter, and began
stacking pillows against the headboard. Without wasting a moment Hatori leaned against it and Tohru
immediately took the cue. Though it was still unfamiliar to her, they had tried
many such positions and she jumped on the opportunity.

Hatori put his hands on her hips and sat up more against the
pillows to lift Tohru into his lap. She put her feet
to either side of him and Hatori groaned with
surprised pleasure when she easily leaned forward, putting one arm on his
shoulder, and used the other arm to guide him into herself. Slowly Tohru let her hips down, and a feeling of utter fullness
overwhelmed her when she finally came to a rest. Hatori
pressed his hands about her face and took her in a quick kiss, gasping when she
moved against him. Tohru�s arms wrapped lightly
around his neck and their foreheads touched. Lightly she began to rock, and Hatori watched her eyes go cloudy with pleasure. �Hatori�� she whispered, and he ran his finger along her jaw
when he pressed another kiss to her welcoming lips.

Slowly the pace picked up
again, and Tohru used the leverage of her knees to
lift and drop her hips, creating little distance but drawing most of his length
into her to develop friction. However, unpracticed, Tohru
quickly began to lose stamina�though when she lowered herself as fully as
possible, Hatori�s head fell back against the
headboard at the sharp spark that threaded into his neck. He stayed there, for
a moment, as Tohru�s movements became slower and
softer, before he dropped both hands to her waist and held her tightly. His
eyes flew open and Tohru was suddenly on her back,
pressed against the wet comforter with Hatori still
pressed deep inside of her. She cried out at the change and how his length
pressed pleasurably against her. Another yelp followed when he reached down,
took her ankles in his hands and leaning back, drew
her feet up so her legs were held in his upraised elbows. Tohru�s
eyes were wide when Hatori began to thrust once more
and held his arms closer to his chest so her knees were locked in his grip. He
found the position much easier and when he pressed inside of her, he found himself
burying deeper inside the warm depths. Tohru noticed
this as well and every muscle tightened when his girth stimulated her walls,
sending pulses of pleasure into her. �Hatori� Ah!� Hatori watched in fascination when her back arched and her
breasts raised into the air, her nipples so hard that
it looked almost painful. He began to move faster and at last acknowledged the
pressure that had been expanding inside of him.

Hatori held her legs higher so he could plunder more
thoroughly, and Tohru reacted rather well; she
furiously gripped the comforter and let out short breaths, each one punctuated
with a gasp or cry. He hiked up her knees so his grasp was more firm. There was
an undeniable agony about him�maybe it was the plant knocked off the window sill,
or the warm echo of the steaming bath in his system that made him go; Hatori wasn�t sure. But the
desire overwhelmed him and he began to increase his speed, gathering all of the
stamina and power locked away in his lean muscle to jumpstart the pace. �Ah! Oh,
Hatori, I�� Tohru gasped
and let out a full, liquid cry. �Ah� I can�t�� Hatori
knew those words. They were the incoherent apostrophes that he recognized from
nights past when his desire for her had taken him over. Once, he recollected,
it hadn�t even been night�he had merely ravished her on the living room floor
when a midday kiss had spurred in him something delightfully dreadful.

Hatori wasn�t, for the most part, an open man: he kept his
affairs private and his affections restrained; but when the propriety of it all
struck him the hardest and a deep part of him sought to fight back, amazing
things happened. He knew it was hardly irrelevant that Tohru
was the most desirable creature Hatori had ever
encountered. It wasn�t merely her curvy, alluring figure or surprising endeavor
in bed�every part of her from her welcoming smile to the spring in her step
drew him to her. She was the bright flower and he was the bee.

Now, staring at Tohru�s tossed back head and long brown hair scattered
about her on the bed, her pert, round breasts and broad, soft hips, Hatori felt it. The surge inside of him grew into a roaring
engine and his speed jumped; �I� Ah, Hatori, there�
yes� Oh�!� answered Tohru and everything was suddenly
one mess of color and sound and feeling, the bed and the dresser and the
window, love, long feminine cries of pleasure, and love�he loved that sound, he
loved this woman, he loved her with all his heart; it all tumbled together and
he felt himself pressing deep into her, her own orgasm rocking her as he went.
She shook and cried, and Hatori had to hold her
thighs tighter to keep his muscles from screaming back at him. Her ripples of
ecstasy squeezed him and the burst from inside came; the everything melded
together and he felt her trembling still, her voice coming to him from a place
that seemed surreal; Hatori leaned forward and let
himself go inside her. Before, he always withdrew, just before everything
exploded before his eyes�it was no use letting the two of them be taken
unpleasantly by surprise by whatever life had waiting to throw at them. He
knew, sometimes he had forgotten�but Tohru always
assured him it wasn�t at a critical time. But now there were no restraints;
they were ready. Hatori was ready.

His shoulders slumped from
exertion and his elbows relaxed when he let Tohru�s
legs drop to the comforter. They were facing away from the head of the bed now,
but hadn�t moved much from it. Still finding it difficult to breathe Hatori let himself fall down until his head was resting on Tohru�s soft belly, and his hands held her hips while his
arms encased her thighs. Tohru�s hands found his head
and her fingers threaded comfortingly through his hair. There was silence for
some moments as both parties waited to regain their breath.

Hatori lifted his head to watch Tohru,
who seemed to be looking off to one side. He lifted himself with one arm, keeping
the other on her hip, and sat up enough to look down at her and draw her hair
to one side. There were no words he could manage�he found himself that way,
many times. In his life Hatori was a quiet man,
hidden behind glasses or hair, keeping closed from the world. But at home Tohru brought him out and nurtured him. She came up beside
him, sitting then, and held one of his arms with hers and leaned her head to
his shoulder. They remained there, naked, for some time; at last, Tohru moved to sit in front of him and slowly, with his
eyes on her, she pushed him back to the bed. He was silent while she carefully
moved to readjust the pillows, tucking one under his head before she came to
lie down beside him. She was propped up on one elbow while he stared up at the
ceiling; she drew back his hair with her fingers and traced his skin, from his
hairline to his brow, and down the side of his face to his bad eye. From a
distance, if one saw it, he wouldn�t know; but close Tohru
could see the long lines in it, the marred perfection of his dark eyes. She
leaned down and kissed his brow, moving down to place another on his now closed
eyelid. She lay down fully and turned her head to hide it in his neck.

Hatori slowly turned to look at her, only to find her eyes
closed. If she had fallen asleep, he didn�t know�but seeing her tremble
slightly, the heat of passion leaving her vulnerable to the bare air, he
quickly sat up and pushed down the blankets, moving her knees so he could draw
it back up over her nakedness. Tohru sighed into them
and balled the sheets into her hands in her sleep. Watching her, Hatori lifted one hand up to his eye and lightly covered it
with his palm, realizing that now, he rarely remembered. His life had become
here and now, in everything that is and nothing that was. Slowly he slid
beneath the blankets as well and, keeping his chest a relative distance, used
one hand to draw Tohru�s body against his. She
appreciated the warmth and her eyes opened from her momentary doze.

�Hatori
will make a wonderful father,� she murmured, obviously still in her haze of
sleep.

�I do hope so,� was all he
could reply. Tohru smiled, then, her eyes already
mostly closed. Hatori glanced up when he heard the
door creak; Monkey was peering in and would probably join them. If he did, Hatori didn�t notice. His senses were focused on nothing
but the woman beside him.

�I love you,� she managed.

He knew she was too gone to
hear him, but he leaned in and whispered anyway, �You�ve got it all wrong�a
father, I�ll be; but because I love you, I am everything I can be.� He missed
her smile when he closed his eyes and his head joined hers on the pillow in
sleep.
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