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Picnic	By : ErieDragon Category: Fruits Basket > Het - Male/Female Views: 3818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: Do not own or claim to own Fruits Basket. I make no money from this story. It is for enjoyment purposes only.

Picnic is a short story I wrote as a sort of add-on to my fan fiction Light in My Life. You can find the whole story at http://www.eriedragon.com/works/furuba/indexliml.shtml or the main part on Fanfiction.net. If requested, I suppose I can post it here, but it's only rated PG-13. Meh. Enjoy.
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Picnic:

Light in My Life
Tohru giggled as the pair left the house, silently padding across the porch and onto the grass. The sun was barely peeking over the mountains as they reached the path, a morning chill permeating the air.
Akito offered Tohru his arm, which she gladly accepted, and they began towards the trees past the gates of the Honke. It was much too early for anyone to be stirring just yet, so they had decided to start their journey early to avoid any unwanted attention. Akito disliked appearing outside his own house unless he had to, so Tohru had suggested to leave at sunrise. She toted a picnic basket with both a light breakfast and a large lunch packed for when they arrived at their destination.
The pair had been walking only a few days before and from a distance, Akito had caught a glimpse of a well-hidden hilltop some way from the Honke, out of the sight of the nearby Sohma residences. It looked isolated and pleasant, so he had suggested they visit. Prepared for a long walk, Tohru had worn a good pair of shoes, Akito a thicker sandal.
Technically they were still on their honeymoon, but Tohru hadn't wanted to go on an extravagant vacation, so the two instead were just left alone for a few weeks. When Kagura had told Tohru what the exact purpose of a honeymoon was, she had found herself blushing whenever A was was near her for days. But Tohru had grown up a great deal in the past two years, and had even started getting used to life in the same bed as Akito. Living with him for so long had made her fairly used to life as it was, so not much had changed besides things seemed even more comfortable than they had before.
As the sun slowly began to rise the pair reached the main gate, where Akito opened one of the large, wooden doors.
They continued towards the still distant hill, following the main path for the first half hour or so. Tohru found herself stopping to look at the new flowers of late spring, laughing when a butterfly flew past. Akito was struck by how much she seemed to blend in with the green, warm world around her. The sun's rays began to warm them as they continued, until there was a very pleasant heat in the air.
At twenty past ten they arrivn thn the hilltop. Settling down under the shade of a large tree, Tohru put the basket on the grass and removed a few plastic bags of bread with fried eggs on top. Akito stood off to one side, observing the land around them. He could see the city some ways off, but most of the houses below were hidden beneath large trees, all blossoming wildly in the fair weather. A sakura tree stood not far off, and many of its pink flowers had blown to where Tohru now sat, sipping from a water jug she'd brought along. With a sly look Akito noted that the foremost part of the hill was somewhat visible, but the rest of it was completely hidden from everything nearby by trees. The best part of it was that besides in the shadow of the large tree Tohru sat under, the area was bathed in sunlight.
Akito walked back to where the picnic had been laid out on a red and white blanket. There was bread and eggs, sandwiches, sweet cakes, onigiri, wrapped natto, and a smallto bto box opened to reveal a few pieces of sashimi and some beef rice. It was quite the meal.
Tohru smiled and waited until he had seated himself before offering him a small plate. He took it and silently set about to tasting the bread, watching her out of the corner of his eye as she busied about getting him a cup of water. He amazed at how even now, after all the time he had come to know her, she hardly ever stopped smiling. Though often he had trouble with his lack of emotional control, she always looked for the good in things and accepted them.
Even now that she was his wife he still felt like a black cloud that marred her bright perfection. He leaned back and looked up at the sun as he slipped a piece of salmon into his mouth, savoring it with each bite until he swallowed it. Though he often refused to let her cook--despite the much higher quality of her food--he still enjoyed it when she would unexpectedly bring him a bowl of strawberries and cream or breakfast in the sitting room.
They sat in relative silence for most of the meal, Akito lost in his thoughts and Tohru looking with fascination at all the various plants around her. She began to put things away, when Akito took the basket from her and, despite her objections, swiftly scooped everything off the blanket and into the wicker carrier. Putting it aside, he sat back down on the blanket and stretched out, letting loose a sigh. Tohru sat with her legs tucked beside her, her hair fluttering a bit in a warm breeze.
As she closed her eyes, Akito quickly got up and kneeled beside her, taking her face in his hands. She slowly raised her head to look at him, just as he kissed her. His lips were warm and firm as they pressed into her softer ones, allowing him to kiss her even more deeply. Tohru leaned into him, causing Akito to catch her around the waist with one arm. He put his other hand behind her head as she let her arms drift over his shoulders, his grasp around her drawing her in ever closer.
Akito lightly released her lips, watching as she recovered, her eyelids fluttering open. She was nearly in his lap, her legs in a kneeling position between his. Tohru blushed wildly as he took his lips from hers down to her neck, her shoulders, and her chest. He observed her small yellow buttoned blouse, which was somewhat taut around her chest and puffed out at the shoulders, and the side of his lip cracked up in a smile. She blinked in slight confusion, watching with a pleasantly flushed face as Akito kissed her collarbone, his fingers lightly twiddling with the first button of the blouse.
Tohru's face went bright red when he pulled back and his eyes narrowed, his gaze traveling to where his fingers playfully undid the topmost part of the shirt. He held back a laugh as she let her bangs fall in front of her eyes and her whole face began to blush. She was bashful even in the confines of their own room, so he knew that even the simple act of kissing outdoors was a lot for her to take in.
A light breeze pressed the trees, causing Tohru's hair to flutter up and trickle in shiny, smooth locks to one side. Akito paused as he watched her raise her head, her green eyes intent on his face. He could feel her gaze piercing into him to where it seemed that she was seeing deeper than his skin, into parts of him that he knew only she would be able to see. The silence grew, engulfing them in a small world that only they could know. Everythirounround them began to disappear, even the rustling leaves and the cool breeze, as Akito raised his hand to her cheek and lightly brushed his fingers along her smooth skin.
Tohru watched his face in amazement as he lifted her chin, pressing his lips ever so gently against hers. Their eyes remained open, gazes locked together during the brief exchange. She lowered her eyelashes as she saw various emotions passing through Akito's usually blank, dark eyes: emns tns that she knew were meant just for her. It was his spell over, it was his magic, his ability to make her feel like the most precious person in the world. He had assumed numerous mannerisms that only made themselves evident when he was around her; always his voice was harsher when speaking to others in her presence; he oven made unconscious actions like standing between she and anyone else, especially if the other person was male. He allowed her to visit with other people whenever she liked, but he almost always made an excuse for being present when it was with a man. He let her go wherever she liked, but like a protective parent, he would ask who she was meeting with, where she was going, and when. She didn't go out often, though, so he never interfered, and just preferred to know on the basis of "I want to know when to have dinner sent."
And then there were the looks. He had habits, mannerisms, and outward expressions of emotion that were made just for her and only for her. After a long day he wouldn't let out a sigh of exhaustion until they were alone, when he would succumb to a brief shoulder massage and let it be one of the rare times where he fell asleep before she did. Tohru knew he was afraid of emotion--not fake smiles, not anger, not a deceivingly sweet compliment or insult--but emotions like sadness, frustration, and even the slightest bit of happiness or contentment. Her face flushed bright when she thought about the few times when he did show real contentment.
Rarely did Akito ever show any kind of desire. His eyes often twinkled at the thought of strawberries, a food which only Tohru knew that he absolutely loved, but whenever they made love it was some sort of attempt of Akito's at expressing to her just how he felt. He rarely would tell her things like, "I love you," so instead he would make slow, deep, profound love to her, the kind that brought tears to her eyes and made his face a window into his soul. It was at times like those that he wore all his emotions on his sleeve for her to see, as if he could no longer hold them back inside himself. He held her body in the highest respect, always exploring it, always finding the parts that made her feel unbelievable things, and always gently touching every part of revealed skin. He was like a child discovering pleasures of the body for the first time and a master of himself and his actions at the same time. But as if looking into his deep, dark eyes at such moments wasn't enough, he always knew exactly what she needed and when she needed it, seemingly concerning himself only with her pleasure.
Tohru brought herself back to reality when she felt familiar fingers undoing the second button of her blouse. The collar began to sink, revealing more and more of her creamy shoulders as she felt her undergarment become visible. Flushing, she watched as Akito focused intently on his work, his fingers already spreading the fabric at the third button. His hair had grown a bit the past few months, for he only thought of getting it cut when Tohru mentioned it. But she had come to like the look, and hadn't said anything about it so as to not alert him to it. He hardly looked in the mirror often enough to notice anyway. Now the dark, gray-purple locks hung low around his eyes and face, looking slightly shaggy around the ears and neck. It gave him a strange, new appearance, accentuating his features and giving him an even more serious look.
Tohru's face became even redder as a slow warmth began traveling up her arms and neck. She tried to shake it off and focus on the events at hand, but she found that she was staring more and more at Akito, a thing which only seemed to make the warmth grow.
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