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Tohma's Birthday	By : Chirella Category: Gravitation > General Views: 2439 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Tohma's Birthday
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AN: Okay, I know Yaoi is more popular for this animation, but I just got the
idea for Tohma and Mika, so I thought I'd post it. It's a one shot. Disclaimer: I don't own
Gravitation. Apparently there was a system glitch that caused odd symbols and wording in this story, so I am only reposting a clean version.

Tohma�s Birthday
        Mika unlocked the front door of their
luxurious home, peeking her head inside to see if Tohma was home. Not hearing
anything, she entered quietly, dragging his birthday gift in tow. Every year
for Tohma�s birthday, she got him the same gift; a blond boy in his early 20�s,
ready and willing to serve his every need.

            She knew of Tohma�s love and fascination for
Eiri, and that his desires would never be fulfilled with her younger brother.
Her love for her husband allowed her to grant him this annual fantasy, and keep
him faithful to her the rest of the year. She knew Tohma loved her and he had
done many things to show her his love, this was the least she could do for him.

            �Tohma?� She called out, holding the hand of
the anxious gift. This would be the third boy she had brought home. The first
two lasted through multiple birthdays, but had gotten older and she lost touch
with them. This would be this gift�s first time with Tohma. She hoped her
husband liked him.

            �Mika.� Tohma called out from their bedroom.
They often played a game where they said each other�s name until they found each
other, an indoor version of Marco-Polo.   �Tohma.� She smiled and moved to the
door of the bedroom.

            �Mika.� She heard the amusement in his voice
as they played. �Okay, this is where I leave you.� Mika whispered to the high
paid gift as she opened the door for him. She saw Tohma sitting on the bed,
reading a book. His eyes opened wide as he saw the gorgeous blond male step
through the door. Mika bowed before closing the door behind him.

            She leaned against the wall in the hallway,
closing her eyes. It pained her to know that her husband was going to screw the
hell out of that guy when it should have been her. But their sex life was not
lacking and Tohma was extremely passionate when he made love to her.

            Mika wandered into the living room, not
bothering to turn any lights on. It was getting dark and the glow from the city
provided enough light for her to sit quietly. She lit a cigarette, sucked in
the smoke, letting it fill her lungs. Usually, she left the house altogether
and went to stay at a hotel. But tonight, she did not want to leave, she wanted
to suffer in the comfort of her own home.

            Tohma had asked her once what she did while he
was alone with his gift. She had just smiled and said, �I go to my favorite
Jazz bar.� It was a lie. He did not need to know that she checked into a low
class hotel and spent the night with a box of Kleenex and chocolate. She did
not like to cry in front of him, it made her feel weak.

            A few tears slid down her face as she puffed on
her cigarette, watching the smoke swirl in the air. She had no idea why she
allowed herself to suffer so much. It was a gift from her heart, a gift she
knew he loved. If she could not make him happy, then who could? Certainly not
Eiri.

            The bedroom door creaked and she heard Tohma
speaking. �Thank you for coming, but I won�t be needing you. Keep the money
and if Mika asks, tell her you spent the night.� His statement was followed by
a soft �hai� from the boy. Footsteps approached her and the young man walked
past her in the living room, not even noticing her sitting in the dark. He left
through the front door.

            Mika snubbed her cigarette into the ashtray on
the coffee table, perplexed and confused. But also relieved that Tohma would
not be physically intimate with the gift she got him. However, she was not sure
what to do, obviously Tohma thought she had left. Should she let him believe
she was gone, or should she rush into his arms, telling him of her undying
gratitude that he sent the boy away?

            Remaining on the couch, she heard the bedroom
door open again followed by padded footsteps moving down the hall. The kitchen
light flipped on and she heard the refrigerator door open. Tohma hummed as he
rooted through the fridge. Still not moving, Mika sat quietly, hoping he would
go back to the bedroom and then she could sneak out the front door.

            Tohma had other plans and walked into the
living room with his snack. He knew she was there. He had smelled her
cigarette smoke when he was in the kitchen. Without turning on the light, he
sat down right next to her on the sofa and bit into his sandwich. Mika listened
to him chew, wondering if he was going to acknowledge her.

            Four or five minutes passed in silence, expect
for Tohma�s crunching. He finished his snack, placed the plate on the coffee
table and looked at his wife. �Mika�� He touched her knee gently, rubbing
circles through her pants.

            �Tohma.� Their game began as she moaned under
his caress. His hand moved up her leg, kneading her thigh. �Mika.� He was
always the dominant one in bed, she submitted to him every time. It was how she
liked it best.

            She pressed her hip into his hand as it worked
its way up her body, heading for her breast. �Tohma.� He turned his upper body
for a better reach. His fingers curled around the underside of her left breast,
cupping her through the thin fabric of her shirt. �Mika.� He angled closer to
her, bringing his face to hers.

            �Tohma.� Mika�s voice was husky as her
husband�s lips settled on hers, claiming her in a soft kiss. His fingers
pinched at her nipples, his tongue slid into her mouth. Mika whimpered under
the sensual assault. Tohma always knew exactly how to approach her. Sometimes
she wanted it rough, and he was rough. Other times she wanted it soft, and he
was gentle, but no matter what, he always knew without her having to tell him.

            �Mika.� Tohma removed his mouth, licking his
lips. He slid one arm under knees, the other around her back and lifted her off
the couch. He carried her bridal style to the bedroom, kicking the door open
wide enough to get through. �Tohma.� Mika nuzzled her face into his chest as
he carried her.

            After gently placing her on the bed, he removed
his shirt and took off his belt, dropping them to the floor.   He leaned over
and unbuttoned the small buttons on Mika�s silk shirt. He pushed the material
open, exposing her pink lace bra. He knelt on the bed next to her, nestling his
nose and lips against the curved tops of her breasts. Tohma kissed her chest,
nipping at the supple flesh.

            His hands worked into her pants, pushing them
off her hips to reveal matching pink lace panties. He smirked, happy she was
wearing the gift he had gotten her a few weeks back. He loved buying her
lingerie and underwear so much that he had a line of credit at a specialty
boutique and all the sales women knew him by name. If there was one thing he
did not mind splurging on, it was sexy lingerie for his beautiful wife.

            �Mika.� Tohma murmured as his kisses trailed
lower, down to her abdomen. His tongue swirled around her belly button, his
fingers worked their way into her panties. �Tohma.� Mika cried out, digging
her hands into his blond hair. He lifted his mouth off her body to finish
removing her clothes. She wiggled out of the shirt and took her bra off while
Tohma discarded her pants and lace underwear. He also removed his pants,
dropping them to the ground and stepping out of them.

            �Mika.� He lay down on top of her, brushing
her cheek with the back of his hand as he gently kissed her again. �Tohma.�
She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh and desperately wanted him
inside her for the first time on his birthday, ever.

            He nudged her legs apart, slipping a finger
inside her moist cavern. She was wet, and hot, ready to take him. There was
usually a lot more foreplay between them, he loved eating her out, suckling on
her till she came, screaming his name. But their passion, though gentle, was
needful and not able to wait for that tonight.

            Removing his finger, he pressed himself into
her, sliding in easily. Mika bucked her hips, helping him in completely, not
satisfied until she took him all the way. �Mika.� Tohma rasped, clenching her
hair as he felt her tight muscles surround him. �Tohma.� She wriggled under
him, begging for him to begin.

            He pulled out, then reentered her, gently. He
lowered his mouth to her nipple, capturing it between his teeth. She moaned
under the attack, clawing her nails into his back. He thrust into her again,
and again, each time pushing himself into her heat, feeling her core. He loved
her, he loved his wife, Mika. And she loved him. He worried that sometimes she
did not believe that he loved her, but he did.

            �Mika.� He could no longer bite at her nipples
as pressure was building in his belly. Instead, he kissed her again, devouring
her. Mika lifted her hips and spread her legs wider, aiding each thrust. She
wanted to merge with him, their bodies becoming one. Tohma began panting, his
breath straining as he felt his manhood stiffen beyond comprehension.

            �Tohma!� Mika was loud, clinging to him, her
own breath erratic. He could tell her orgasm was close, she always clung to him
when she was about to hit her peak. Her body started quivering under his, her eyes
shut tight. �Open your eyes.� Tohma said, wanting to watch her come. She
obeyed, and forced her eyes open, her mouth opening as well as the sensations
overtook her body.

            Her quivering intensified and she moaned loudly
as she came, her inner muscles constricting around him rhythmically. That was
all he needed to feel, her pleasure. He moved inside her faster, harder,
striving for his own release. He saw the spark in her eyes as she climaxed and
it pushed him over the edge.

            �Mika!� He groaned, thrusting into her as his
seed shot out of him. His inner heat finally found release and exploded a
million stars in his head and body. His whole body stiffened as he pushed into
her a final time, his eyes holding her gaze. Tohma collapsed on top of her and
Mika wrapped her legs around his butt, holding him close. She adored it when
he rested all his weight on her.

            They lay there for a few minutes before he
moved to her side, still keeping one leg over her. She turned and pressed her
lips to his in a romantic kiss. �Mika.� Tohma said, kissing her back. �Why
were you here?� He asked, finally discussing the situation. Mika sighed and
smiled. �I don�t know. I couldn�t leave this time.� He kissed her lightly.

            �They�ve never stayed you know.� Tohma traced
his fingers along her arm, causing her to shiver. �What?� Mika was surprised
at his comment. �The birthday gifts, I�ve never touched any of them. I always
send them away after you leave.� Tohma looked into her eyes and saw tears
appear. Mika�s chest heaved as she realized what he was saying, he had never
engaged them sexually.


Mika could not help herself as the tears
poured down her face. She hated to cry in front of him, but these were tears of
happiness, not suffering. �Mika, I love you.� Tohma wiped her tears away and
kissed her cheeks. �But I don�t understand�I thought that�s what you wanted.�

            �What do I have to do to prove I love you? I
want you over anyone else, and I�ll love you as long as you let me. I never
told you that I sent them all home, every year, because I did not want to hurt
your feelings by rejecting your gift. But when I saw sitting in the dark
tonight, I knew you did not want them here either.�

            Mika cried harder and Tohma pulled her into his
chest, cradling her, his hands patting her hair. �Shhh�don�t cry my love, this
is the best birthday I�ve ever had.� Mika only sobbed harder, unbelievably
happy and relieved. Was it that this man really did love her more than Eiri?
More than anyone else? She believed him, she believed that her husband did love
her above all else. �I love you too Tohma.�

The End
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