Fantasy Dreamer

Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I wish I could!
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AN: It's just a wacky idea I came up with at 3am!
This was revised on 21/08/04 due to a few errors. NO this is NOT a copy of an idea from other people. It's my own fairytale challenge from a list I'm on!
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~* FANTASY DREAMER *~


"I...I don't know if I should do this Ayame..."

"Tohru, you can't change your mind now! Everything's arranged, are you going to break my heart by letting me down?"

Heavily sighing, Tohru looked down at the skirting of her red velvet dress and poked at the frilly white apron hemming.
She hated it when Ayame made her feel guilty.
"Oh no, I wouldn't dream of it. I...i...it's just that..." She swallowed hard. "Well, maybe this is the wrong way to go about it, I mean there are other ways to cheer someone up, but why me?"

Giving his best smile, Ayame narrowed his golden eyes as a shine glazed over them. "I don't believe you have to ask such a thing!"
Holding out a hand, Ayame waited for her take it. "Besides," he continued. "No one has as much spirit as you, so you're the ONLY one who can cheer someone up without even trying."

Taking Ayame's hand, Tohru let him help her out the car. "Then why did I have to wear this?"

Circling Tohru like a shark, Ayame began to arrange the underskirts of her dress making them sit back in place after being flattened in the car for so long.
"Because Tohru, I'll admit it...I talked you into it, though I didn't hear much protest from you." He stood straight and smiled again as he flicked the end of his long silver braid. "Besides, it looks cute on you. Even Mine would have to agree...wouldn't you Mine?"

"Oh yes Aya, she looks adorable," a voice came from the front seat of the car. "It's one of your finest creations...then again, you always make adorable clothes for--"

"Well Tohru," Ayame interrupted Mine, not wanting Tohru to know he had a whole wardrobe full of clothing for every occasion or fantasy, just waiting for her. "Mine and I better be getting back to the store, we still have to finish some orders by closing time..." He gave a sigh as he got back in the car, leaving Tohru standing on the roadside. "Valentine's day is always a busy day..."

"But Aya--"

"No buts Tohru, the house is that way. Tomorrow I'll expect a full report of how our little cheer up went."

Sighing, Tohru turned and looked through the opened gates leading onto the Sohma grounds.
'Why did I let Ayame talk me into this? I look ridiculous...even if he thinks I look cute...I just don't feel comfortable.' She gave another sigh as she stepped through the gates. 'But if it'll help, I guess I could wear it for just a little bit.'
She was vaguely aware of Ayame's car driving off and the gates behind her closing.

* * * *

Slumping down in his oversized, soft leather office chair, Hatori ran a hand through his hair.
"Will this day ever find its end?" He grumbled as he closed his eyes.
He hated Valentine's Day...being reminded of love was something he didn't want. Every time he found happiness, he was denied knowing it.

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked around his office. It was cold and almost empty.
'Humph,' He frowned. 'Ironic...empty...just like me.'
Sighing, he reached for the photo of Kana. Narrowing his dragon eyes, he tossed the photo into the bin. He didn't want to be reminded of her, of love...of denial. He decided it was time to face reality--he was to live his endless winter, alone.

Pushing himself up, Hatori staggered to the bathroom.
A well needed relaxing bath was in order.

* * * *

The tree-lined road became eerie as the twilight rays of the setting sun slanted through the trees and the sky began to darken.
Looking back, Tohru realised she had barely walked halfway. She still had to go through another gate at the top of the road and through a small forest of Sakura trees before she was anywhere near Hatori's honke.
She wondered just how dark it would before she reached the honke.
It looked liked it was going to snow.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Tohru looked to one side and tried not to think about it; about being alone and in the snow.
She hated walking alone in an unfamiliar place under complete darkness.
The thought of being out in the snow didn't help much either, she didn't need another fever.
Slowly opening her eyes, she glanced up at the sky stained with a soft pink. There was no sign of the moon showing itself anytime soon.
Sighing, she pushed on--quickening her pace into a run.
The crisp early evening winter air was growing colder.

* * * *

The lapping of the cold water against his skin startled the dragon awake. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, though he figured it must have been a while because the near boiling water had now turned cold, just shy of icy.

Giving a gruff sigh, Hatori contemplated getting out of the bath or staying in the cold water.
He figured it'd cool his heated body. His fantasies about the innocent high school girl were becoming more frequent--she was like poison to him, one he had yet to find a cure for.

Each time he closed his eyes, she was there in one form or another. Her smile would flash across his mind if he closed his eyes for longer than a blink.
Other times, when he found himself napping for short periods of times, she'd be standing before him in her school uniform, happy to see him, her aqua eyes shining brightly as a gentle breeze played with her hair.

His fantasies however, were pure torture on his body. Fantasies of her putting him through agony as she indulged Ayame in one of his little quirks with begging her to try something on. While others were of her stopping by after school for a personal tutorial session.
He couldn't decide which he liked more, Tohru's school uniform or Ayame's creations.

Groaning, Hatori slapped the water and stood.
He was getting as worse as the dog.
He had to get his mind off the onigiri...somehow.
He felt safe in his own little winter wonderland, but each time he saw Tohru, it was like she shook something within him, like a snow globe being shook up; the snow settling in new places--wanting to find a new place to try and melt--though it never did.

'And the damn dog wonders why I HATE Valentine's Day...'

In the midst of reaching for a towel, Hatori glanced up in time to see a flash of red and white dance through the Sakura trees then vanish.
He dismissed the flash of colour as one of the Sohma kids--or Momiji--playing in the small forest.

Hatori was just short of reaching hidroodroom, when he heard a light knock at his door.
It kept coming, not giving him a single chance to make himself decent.
Cursing, he clutched his towel, trying to keep it closed as he headed toward the door.

"What the hell do you--?"
He snapped himself short as he looked at the frozen girl standing on the steps.
She had her back to him, but what he saw from behind softened his set jaw and clenched teeth.
A short deep red velvet hooded cloak covered the dress she was wearing.
He drank in the sight of her as if he thirst for it.

The flared out skirting came to mid-thigh, leaving her legs unprotected against the winter elements; except for the flimsy material passing as her over-the-knee white socks which stopped just below her dress.
He lifted a brow as he noticed the detail of lace trimming with a red ribbon woven through it. Where the red ribbon tied off into a bow, little seahorses dangled.

"Aya!"
The hiss was low and full of anger. Only his slippery cousin would dare to tease him in such an indirect manner.

The sound of Hatori's voice startled her, but Tohru refused to turn around. She felt foolish and embarrassed.
No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, to tell herself she was only trying to cheer up the dragon--that it was all Ayame's idea--but everyone had to love Valentine's Day, it was the one day out of the year to express love in many different ways, from friendship to romance.

"It's snowing!"
Holding out a hand, she caught a snowflake.
Finding some sort of courage, she turned around as she gave her brightest smile to the man standing before her.
"I hope you don't mind me stopping by unannounced."

Bowing politely, the realisation of Hatori's near nakedness registered itself in her mind. Locking the image before her eyes--nothing but a towel.
She felt heat from a blush begin to rise.
"I...ah...I..." She held out her picnic basket. "I was asked to, uh give you this."

Seeing Tohru's discomfort, Hatori sighed and ran his free hand through his hair.
He cursed.
He hadn't missed the frontal view of what the onigiri was wearing.
She was dressed as little red riding hood!

Shifting his towel, Hatori took the basket from Tohru as she straightened up; trying to hide his own discomfort with it.
The seductive girl before him had stepped right out of his fantasies and into reality.
'Damnit, why did she let Ayame talk her into wearing something so short and low cut...damnit, I'm trying to get her OUT of my system not keep her IN it.'

His eyes drifted from her aqua eyes, lingered at her inviting ruby, pouty lips before sliding further down. The paused at the hollow of her throat then slid his gaze further down.
The edging of her white lacy bra poked out just above the dress' U shaped trim.

He silently groaned.
His fingers itched to pull at the little red ribbon criss-crossing from between her breasts to her waist--just above the apron tied around her waist. The ribbon's only purpose: tying the dress together. Another seahorse dangled from the bow.

Forcing his eyes to wander back up to meet hers, he noticed her arms were bare--except for the small puffy white sleeves which stopped immediately after her shoulders.
'At this rate, she's going to catch a cold.'

"You really shouldn't be out in the cold wearing that." Hatori stated as he turned away from the girl standing before him. "You better come inside."
It was the last thing he wanted--to be trapped in his own home, with the fantasy girl--he knew he should tell her to turn around and go home, but he couldn't...it'd be cruel to let her walk home ALONE in the dark and in the snow.

Nodding, Tohru stepped inside as she slipped her hood down and shook her hair loose.
"I...I...I'm sorry if I disturbed your bath."

Pausing, Hatori turned to look at her.
"You didn't disturb me at all. I had just finished when you arrived. As you can see, I didn't have the time to make myself decent."

She nibbled on her lip as another blush began to rise. Her imagination threw images at her--images of her running her hands over every inch of Hatori's physique still glistening from the aftermath of a bath and removing his towel so she take pleasure in personally drying him.

She watched in fascination as a single droplet dripped from his long wet fringe and splash onto his collar bone before it started to trickle downward, coursing through a maze of beaded droplets; every now and then, the droplet would collide with another and track faster downward until at last it was soaked up by the towel just below the Hatori's navel.

Realising she was staring; Tohru quickly looked down at her shinny red buckled shoes.
Trying to give herself time to suppress the blush, she bent over to take her shoes off. She had to look anywhere but at the half naked dragon!

'God, is she TRYING to kill me with temptation?!'
Dragon green eyes slid over the petite girl's body. Her long chestnut hair fell around her shoulders and her back--almost touching the soft curve of her hips.
The skirting of her dress gently puffed upward and moved in a teasing manner as she switched from undoing one shoe then the other.
As she slowly straightened up, he groaned. He had a perfect view right down the bodice of her dress to the gentle swell of her breasts.

Hearing the groan, Tohru looked up at Hatori.
"Is something wrong?" She asked with her voice full of innocence.
Her eyes locked with his.

For a moment, Hatori tried to recall Tohru's question. He had been concentrating so much on her lips as they formed words, feeling the need to taste them, to find out if they were as good as they looked. He hadn't heard a single sound from them.
"Hmn? Oh umn...nothing's wrong," he answered as his mind threw the girl's question at him. "I'm ah...I'm...just going to put something on. Make yourself at home."

Smiling, Tohru nodded.
Taking a few steps forward, she stopped one step short of the dragon.
"Oh, before I forget--"

"Mmn, before you forget..." Hatori softly spoke as he dropped the basket. He tucked two fingers under the onigiri's chin--forcing her to look up at him.
He gave her a cunning smile as his lips closed in on hers.
His need was too great to be leashed by his self control...the fierce dragon within was beginning to stir.

Brushing his lips against hers, Hatori flicked out the tip of his tongue, tasting her before playing at the parting of her lips, silently pleading with her to let him deepen the kiss--to taste more.

As her eyes fluttered closed, Tohru placed one hand on his chest. She gave into the temptation to touch, but she needed to keep them from getting too close.
She didn't want him to transform...not in the middle of her first kiss!

Parting her lips for Hatori's plead, her mind raced with thoughts and images. Thoughts of how much she had wanted to kiss Hatori from the very first moment she had met him. She ached to kiss him every time they were left alone, but she had always thought he wasn't interested in her--he always seemed so cold toward her.
Images were thrown before her eyes; of him doing much more than kissing her, making her body yearn for the dragon to be unleashed.
Her heaeganegan to race with each passing second.

Plundering her mouth with his tongue, Hatori was surprised at how well Tohru was accepting his kiss and responding to it.
Whatever he did with his tongue, hers would mimic the action. Other times, she would change the kiss, daring him to follow her lead.
Moaning into the kiss, he let his free hand wrap around her waist and draw her close to him. He wanted to let her know EXACTLY what she was doing to him.

Gasping, Tohru used her idled tod to cling to him as she felt Hatori's erection press against her.
She decided none of her dreams had done Hatori justice with his kissing her. She hadn't even come close to getting it right!

The dragon within still wasn't satisfied. It wanted more.
Letting go of the ends of his towel, Hatori brushed his now free hand up one side of her, momentarily lingering at the soft swell of her breasts before continuing upward.
He stroked the length of necked back and forth a couple of times.
He was surprised how soft her skin was. He could imagine just how soft other areas of her were, but thmptamptation was just too great and he refused to give into it--he had to deny the dragon that simple little pleasure--even if it killed him.

Snaking his hand through her soft silky hair, he cupped the back of her neck and pressed her harder into the kiss as he became hungrier for the taste of her, but he soon found it was a mistake.
sweesweet scent of Sakura's her her shampoo and perfume intoxicated his senses to the point where he had no choice to break the kiss. He knew if he didn't, he would carry her into his bedroom.

Struggling for breath, Hatori quickly found the ends of his towel, thankful that the pressure between their lower bodies had helped to keep his towel somewhat in place to cover his arousal.
"I ah...better get dressed."
He abruptly turned away, not wanting to give into the demands of the dragon.

Nodding, Tohru licked at her swollen lips, savouring the after taste of Hatori's kiss.
He had given a rich taste to the kiss, as if he had a cigarette not too long before her arrival.
She lightly touched her lips with the tips of her fingers. They tingled and felt a little bruised, but his kiss had left her wanting.

"Ah, I was also told to give you this." Digging into her apron's pocket, she presented a small white envelope no bigger than a flower bouquet greeting card.

Noticing Hatori made no move to turn around; she gave a frown and placed the envelope on the small table next to her.
"It's on the table if you want to read it."
She carefully stepped around the dragon and padded further into the honke.

Hatori finally allowed himself to swallow and let out his breath in one low rush as he watched the onigiri happily strut toward his kitchen. 'Probably to make tea...as she usually does with each visit.'
Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair as he turned toward the table where Tohru had placed the envelope.
Snatching up both the envelope and the basket, he made his way into his bedroom.
He had to find a way to keep some distance between him and little red riding hood.

Setting the basket down, Hatori sunk down onto his low traditional style bed and sighed.
The penmanship on the envelope told him it was from Ayame.
Sighing, he ripped it open.

Ha'ri!

I hope you do like your Valentine's Day present, little red riding hood has came to cheer up the big bad wolf, so treat her well.
There's a basket full of goodies--my--my treat--you can thank me later.

Your cousin,
Ayame.

'Funny, I thought Shigure was the big bad wolf.' He ran a hand through his hair. 'I'm definitely going to enjoy thanking you by throttling you!'

"Umn...Hatori?"

Glancing up at the sound of Tohru's voice, Hatori silently groaned again. 'This is going to be one VERY long visit...thanks to that damn snake"Yes"Yes?"

"Are you umn...hungry? Because if you are, I ah...I can make you something to eat."

Standing up, Hatori quickly tucked in the ends of his towel so it'd keep him covered and leave his hands free.
He closed the space between them, stopping just a breath away from her.
"I'm fine for the moment, thankyou."

Nodding, Tohru lightly bit down on her lower lip, trying to resist the urge to touch the man who was tempting her so much.
She had had her fair share of fantasies about Hatori, but she found the idea of acting upon them completely absurd--especially since she didn't know how he felt about her--she figured he viewed her as a kid sister, but it didn't explain away the fact that he HAD kissed her when she appeared at his door no more than fifteen minutes ago.

Closing her eyes momentarily, Tohru shook herself back to reality. A kiss was just that, nothing more, nothing less. So why did affect her so much?
Spinning around, Tohru had only taken one step away from Hatori, when he snatched up one of her wrists, forcing her to turn back toward him--to look at him.
Gasping, her eyes widened.
She felt confused.

Swallowing hard, she lightly moistening her lips and lowered her lashes.
"You have the most unusual eyes," she gently spoke as she slowly lifted her lashes to look at her captor.
She saw a flash of emotion glaze over them--misf?
f?

Grinning, Hatori gave a small 'humph' sound. He decided to play the part of the big bad wolf if she was going to be little red riding hood--after all, she was already dressed the part.
"The better to look upon you with."

Blushing, Tohru lapped at her lips again and wiped her clammy palms on her apron.
Reaching up, she ran a finger back and forth over his lips.
"And your lips, they're so soft."

"The better to kiss you with."
Angling his head, he lowered his lips to little red riding hood's, capturing her lips against his in a hungry kiss.
Releasing her wrist, Hatori drew her into his arms and held her as close as he dared.

Lowering her lashes, Tohru let herself be lost in Hatori's kiss. She revelled in the richness of the taste.
A small moan escaped into the kiss as she felt on of the dragon's hands slide between them and cup one of her breasts, gently kneading it, and then teasing the hardened nipple between his t and and forefinger as it strained against the material.
She gasped as she arched herself into his teasing touch.

In turn, she slid a hand between them, feeling the racing pulse of his beating heart, while her other hand wrapped around his waist. She lightly dragged a nail back and forth at the top of his towel.
She didn't care that things were moving too fast, that she was playfully responding to his touches. She had ached for him for almost two and a half years--she was NOT going to pass this moment up--even if it was nothing more than flirting.

Groaning, Hatori felt the beast within him break free of its restraints.
He couldn't stand it anymore; she was tempting him, daring him to unleash the great dragon within and his control of it.
Grabbing her derriere, he pulled her closer, grinding his hips against hers. Daring her to react in a manner just as playful.

Breaking the kiss in a sharp gasp, Tohru leaned back a little as a blush washed through her.
"Oh my, what a big--"

Softly chuckling, Hatori quickly caught her lips again and broke it with a grin. He knew what she goingoing to say, but he could tell she was finding it a little hard in adapting to his sudden flirting with her.
"The better to..." He flicked at her lips with the tip of his tongue. "Well, let me show you..."

Lifting her against him, Hatori strode over to his bed and gently set her down as he pushed the annoying blankets out the way.
It was the one time he waankfankful he had been in too much of a hurry to stop and make his bed.
It would have just ended up being destroyed.

Slowly crawling over her, Hatori tuggedher her long socks until she was completely free of them; never once taking his eyes from hers.
Sliding his hands up and down her smooth bare legs, he savoured the feel of her soft skin.
'Her legs go of forever!'

Shuddering from the simple touch, Tohru caught her breath. She couldn't believe the man she had secretly being desiring had begun to strip and touch her.

"Well Miss Riding Hood, it now looks like I have you within my claws...and in my bed."
Hatori lightly joked as he lay down beside her, one hand tugging on the ribbon keeping her dress closed, whilst he balanced himself on a raised elbow.

Wetting her lips, Tohru nodded. "I...I guess the big bad wolf has decided to have his way with me."

A grin graced Hatori's face. "You've guessed right."
With the ribbon now untied, he let his fingers work at the lacing, until the ribbon had completely been undone, allowing him access into her dress.

With the bodice of the dress now loosened, Hatori slid his hand into the opening until he found the softness of Tohru's breasts.
He roughly cupped one before he proceeded to gently knead it.

Tohru rewarded Hatori's actions with a sharp gasp as she arched into his hand, needing more of his incredible touching.
The way he moved his thumb in a circular motion over a nipple until it peaked to a hardness against the flimsy scrap of material separating it from the dragon's bare touch.

The insatiable dragon within demanded more from the onigiri.
Planting a trail of fiery kisses from: the beginning of the valley between Tohru's breasts, to her collarbone; Hatori paused momentarily as he lapped at the hollow of her throat, before he continued his delectable torture up and down the length of her throat, hungrily seeking her kissable lips.

The moment Hatori's lips touched hers; Tohru instantly parted her lips, inviting his tongue into her mouth. She couldn't get enough of his kisses...or his touches.
As his tongue plundered her mouth time and time again, Tohru snaked one arm around Hatori's neck and drew him closer, hungrily looking for a way to have more, while her other arm ran up and down his chest, mimicking his touching.

Sliding his hand out of her dress, Hatori ran it down to her hips and back up again.
With each stroke he earned a soft whimper from the girl lying next to him.
He felt her shudder.

Slightly pulling away from Tohru's feverish kiss, Hatori locked his dragon green stare with her innocent aqua eyes.
He drew in a shaky breath as he dared himself to slip his exploring hand under her many underskirts to continue its exploration.
He wanted to know every little inch of her body.

Lightly biting down on her lower lip, Tohru refused to blink or even glance away from the captivating green eyes locking hers in place.
She held her breath as she felt the tickling, light brush of Hatori's strong hand against her upper-thigh, stopping just short of the rimming of her panties.
'Who would have thought, someone so cold and hard, could be so warm and gentle...' Tohru's mind observed. 'But does he have to tease so much?'

In one quick swoop, Hatori captured Tohru's lips again in a harsh kiss as he cupped her heating core.
'Humph, lace...probably Aya's perverted idea...but I can't say that I disagree with the selection,' he mused as he stroked his fingers against her, feeling her heat turn from a simple warmth to white hotness.

Clawing dragon fingers worked at the scrap of material covering Tohru's centre until he could slip three fingers under the lace.
Gently, he slid them through her soft silky curls to her folds.
Using two of his fingers, he parted her folds; with his third finger, he lightly assaulted her clit.

Moaning, Tohru raked her fingers through the dragon's hair and down his chest, leaving nail marks tracking down his smooth bare chest.
She flexed her hips against his hand and wriggled.
The sensations the dragon was bringing her put her in a full spin. Simultaneously she forgot how to breathe or to focus on the man bringing her immense pleasurable torture.
She could feel her body on the verge of erupting.

Feeling Tohru become wetter, Hatori groaned in frustration. He suddenly ceased his attack on Tohru. Her actions had fed the dragon in him a taste of things to come, that the untamed beast demanded to be unleashed.
"To hell with this..."
Sitting ue pue pulled Tohru onto his lap.

"First, as much as I like this..." He yanked at her little cloak anchored firmly around her throat. "It HAS to go."
Unhooking one end from the sideways seahorse, Hatori slipped the material from her and dropped it on the floor.

"Secondly, the apron..." He reached behind her and found the bow. He pulled at it. "It gives the impression you spend most of your time in the kitchen."

"But I--"

Dropping a quick kiss on Tohru's lips, Hatori silenced her.
"You can wear it later...maybe..."
He threw it down next to the cloak.

"Thirdly, your dress--"

"My dress?"

Hatori nodded. "That has to go too."
He gathered a handful of the underskirts in both hands and gently, but firmly began to pull upward.
"It's been giving me ideas since you arrived."

"Is that a good thing?" Tohru asked innocently as she looked up at him, casually toying with hair.
She knew she was coming of naive, but she couldn't help it her mind was rushing out the window, whilst some small part of her was trying to make sense of what was going on.
This was the dragon of the Zodiac who was taking pride in stripping her--the creature who was meant to be as cold as snow, unemotional and sworn off love; to put it bluntly: he hated Valentine's Day and romance!

Grinning, Hatori once again nodded and kissed her forehead.
"A VERY good thing."
He yanked it up and added it to two discarded items.
At the sight of the semi-naked onigiri on his lap, Hatori momentarily forgot how to breathe.
'White lace...a wicked innocence.'

In an innocent reflex, Tohru instantly tried to cover herself with her arms as a blush washed over her.
She looked down at her feet and wiggled her toes, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Don'ton'ton't do that..." Hatori murmured as he drew Tohru's arms away from her body. "You look so grown up. Let me guess, it was Aya's choice of lingerie too?"
He noticed the tiny jewd sed seahorse firmly nestled on the ribbon bow joining of lacy cups of her bra.

Tohru shook her head.
"Mine."

"So it was Aya's assistant's idea?"

Softly laughing, Tohru shook her head, her hair tickling her back as it swished side to side.
"No, it was MY idea. I managed to bribe Ayame to let me have one of the tiny jewelled seahorses from his endless supply of accessory decorations."

Hatori narrowed his eyes. "He KNEW what you were going to use it for?"

Again Tohru shook her head. "No. I don't think I'd hear the last of it if he knew."

"Nor would I." He glanced down at the little lace panties and frowned. "I noticed these," he flicked a finger at her panties. "Don't have one."

"I've not got around to bribing Ayame for another."

The dragon's breath was hot against her ear. "I hate to ask, but how DO you bribe that snake of a cousin of mine?"

Lightly nibbling on her lower lip, Tohru gave a light hearted smile. "I let him talk me into wearing his cute designs."

"Humph, one of these days, you're going to get yourself into doing that."
He nuzzled on her ear.

"But aren't I already in trouble...with you?"

"Mmn-hmn, you've got a point." Reaching behind her again, Hatori unsnapped her bra with ease and added it to the growing pile.
With her breasts free of their prison, Hatori diverted his attention to the peaking mounds as the winter night air caressed her naked flesh.

Skimming his lips over one breast, he found her peaked nipple.
Flicking at it with his tongue, he traced around it a couple of times, before he grazed his teeth over it and finally drew it into his awaiting warm mouth.

Gasping, Tohru clung to Hatori as a small whimpering cry escaped her mouth.
She revelled in the way he could play with the hardened pebble in his mouth, making her shiver, squirm and whimper.
With each lick and suckle, her body pushed further into becoming an in inferno.
She shivered as Hatori's hot moist breath trailed through the valley of her breasts to her other cold, neglected breast.
Giving a cry in pleasure, she held him against her as she arched her back and held her breath, letting her breasts become fuller.

After taking great pleasure in assaulting Tohru's breasts with his mouth, Hatori broke out of the Tohru's grasp andaighaightened.
"Lastly, there's one more item that's in the way."

Not missing the sparkle in Hatori's dragon eyes, Tohru returned it with her own sparkle and a smile.
She nodded.
Quickly scooting off the dragon's lap, she stood before him and seductively slid down her panties until she stepped out of them. She kicked them with the rest of her clothing.

"Yes. Lastly..." She crawled back onto the bed. Coming face to face with the dragon, she seductively lowered her lashes. Extending a hand, she dragged a nail back and forth over his towel. "This really MUST go..."
She slowly raised her lashes, the smile she wore, turning into a grin. "Fair's fair."

Grabbing Tohru, Hatori pinned her down beside him.
He crawled over her, caging her in with his body.
"By my judgement, it seems to me..." He paused to brush her hair out of her eyes. "That your innocence is just an act; am I right?"

Shrugging, Tohru delicately wetted her lips. "Maybe," she lightly dragged her top teeth over her lower lip. "But I have your towel..." She held it up for a moment then threw it with the pile of clothing.

"You're not innocent at all!" He groaned as he moved until he was kneeling on the floor. "You're a succubus pretending to be Tohru!"

Tohru raised a brow. "Am I?"
She couldn't believe how quickly she had come out of her shell. She supposed it was all because of the way Hatori was making her feel. She forgot all about being embarrassed or blushing, she only remembered she had been wanting this so much that each night she had lain awake in bed aching for him--only for the pain to worsen when she dreamt.

Reaching for the girl before him, Hatori dragged her closer.
The dragon wanted to come out and play.
"Shall I prove it to you?" He returned her answer in a question.

Tohru nodded.

That was it. That was all it took.
The dragon broke free.
With control lost to the dragon, Hatori slid one hand een een Tohru's legs and parted them as he slid two fingers into her.
She was hot, wet and ready for him, but he wasn't going to give into his primal instincts just yet--even though it had been years since he had had a woman share his bed--he was determined to draw out this sexual union between the dragon and onigiri as long as he could control it.

Moving his fingers within her, he stroked and tickled her before chan his his movements to imitate the promised event to come.

It was getting too much for her.
The more the dragon clawed in her, thrusting his fingers into her time and time again, the more she couldn't stand it.
Her body had completely gave itself up to the quaking ripping through her body each five seconds and she could hear her own pulse as her heart raced like a jack rabbit racing away from a hunter.
"Ha-to-r-r-r-r-r-r-ri!"
The cry ripped from her throat as she thrashed in the hand of the beast.
She was standing just seconds from a bright white light and then...it was gone.
She was left standing at the brink of her first orgasm.

Smiling with satisfaction, Hatori thanked his lucky stars that he still knew how to bring a woman to the point of an orgasm and leave her just teetering on the edge of it.
He slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips. He licked at them, enjoying her salty-lemon liquid.
Where his fingers had once been, Hatori replaced them with his mouth.

Wanting to push her little by little over the edge of passion into her first explosive orgasm, Hatori started his torture on her by suckling her clit, flicking his tongue at it from time to time, then kissed his way down to her opening before thrusting his tongue into the warm depths of her.
In an instant reaction, he was rewarded with a cry of pleasure as she gave up her orgasm.
Hatori ignored the pinching pain of Tohru's nails biting into his shoulders as he eagerly drank in her offering as she came into his mouth.

Bending over backwards, Tohru clenched her teeth and arched her hips up to Hatori's mouth as her body erupted in an orgasm.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she let out a gasp as Hatori pushed her into the blinding white light she had earlier almost touched.
"A-a-h-h-h-h. Hat-o-r-r-r-r-ri!"
She tried to find her breath as Hatori continued his torture on her core, pushing her further and further into the light as a second orgasm began to make itself known.

Forcing her once again to hold her orgasm, the dragon withdrew his mouth from her and pushed his fingers back into her.
He thrust them in over and over until her second orgasm released and she was left dripping with cum.
Grinning, he crawled over his tortured virgin and put his sticky wet fingto hto her lips.

She kept her eyes locked onto the dragon, afraid that if she blinked; he'd disappear, that she'd find herself waking up in her own bed after one hell of a fantasy.
Flicking her tongue out, she lapped at the clear fluid on his fingers and seductively drew each of his digits into her mouth.
She suckled him in such a manner that she silently hinted what she wanted to try.

The dragon took the hint.
Raising a brow, Hatori manoeuvred himself onto the edge of the bed, bringing Tohru with him onto his lap.
"Are you sure about this? You don't have to if you don't want to."

Silencing the concerned dragon with a kiss, Tohru wriggled off his lap and moved between his legs.
Her mouth clamped down on his awaiting member.
Making herself sure that she wanted to bring Hatori as much pleasure as he had brought her; she dared herself to dart out the tip of her tongue, tracing the tip of his member with her tongue.
It twitched.
Startled, she slightly pulled back.
She smiled as she heard Hatori groan.
She had power over him.
Licking at his tip again, Tohru kissed where her tongue traced.
Going with her primal instincts, she clamped a hand around the base of his member as she drew him into her mouth--bit by bit--taking in as much as should could without gagging.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Hatori held it for a moment. Shock has grasped him.
'God, I can't believe she managed to get that much in!'
Letting his breatt int in one quick low rush, Hatori tangled his hands in her hair and held her in place as she began to lightly suck on him.
"A little harder Tohru...just a little harder."

Hearing the dragon's shaken order, Tohru glanced up at him.
She wanted to nod, but found in the position she was in and the way Hatori was holding her, she really couldn't do anything but comply to tell him she was going to obey.
As she moved her mouth up and down him, she worked her hand in time, earning little gasping sounds from Hatori.

Deciding to change her own torture on him, she withdrew his member from her mouth, seductively licked at her lips, then at his tip before she recaptured just the tip in her mouth.
She gave a smile the devil herself would be proud of as she lingered at the tip.
She could feel the salty taste of pre-cum drip onto her tongue.
'So this is what he tastes like...' She closed her eyes. 'Hmn, I guess I could get use to it.'

Groaning, Hatori flexed his hips as he nudged her back down onto him.
He was so close to his own orgasm.
As he slipped back into the warmth of her mouth, he pushed himself against the back of her throat, and then began to pull back, afraid he would choke her.
Surprise shook him as he realised she had held him there.

Resuming her sucking, just the way Hatori liked it; she let out a soft moan as she lost herself in the act of giving oral sex.

The small moan from the onigiri made Hatori flex harshly, as he began to spurt his cum down her throat.
He had been trying to hold off cumming until she was ready, but the sound of her moan vibrating against him rocked his body to the point where he had to let go.
"God, Tohru..."
He let out a gasp and held her harder against him.

The first string of cum hitting the back of her throat took Tohru by complete surprise, it almost made her gag until she was forced to swallow or cough.
She chose to swallow; realising it wasn't as bad as she had first feared.
She kept sucking until Hatori's orgasm passed.

Letting her go, Hatori withdrew himself from Tohru's mouth and tucked two fingers under his chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"You catch on fast..."

"So it was okay?"

"It was better than okay." He could taste himself on her lips, on her tongue and in her mouth; just as she could with his.
He pulled back and grinned. "It was the best damn blow-job I've had!"

Blushing, Tohru looked away from the dragon.
She didn't know how to answer.
Spotting the forgotten picnic basket, she looked back at the man sitting in front of her.
"What's in the basket?"

Hatori rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair.
He groaned.
"You put me in a state of wanting, you leave me yearning and NOW you want know what it's in the damn basket?" He mentally kicked himself for his voice coming off a little too harsh. "You're not going to sit there and tell me that you DIDN'T look inside?"

Nibbling on her lower lip, Tohru shook her head. "Ayame said it was for you. I don't open other people's presents."

"We'll look in it later...right now; I have a more pressing need to attend to."

Glancing down at Hatori's still prompt erection, Tohru licked at her lips and nodded.
Reaching up, she pressed her lips to Hatori's, her tongue probing his mouth once more.

Wrapping his arms around Tohru, Hatori pulled her back up onto the bed with him.
Positioning her under him, he lowered his hips against hers.
"For the moment Tohru, all fun and games are aside. I need to know...do you want this to happen? I'm not going to force you, but if you decide you want me like I want you, there's no going back from here."

"I want you Ha'ri..." She reached up and ran her hands over Hatori's chest. "I want to try to satisfy the dragon..."

"I don't think it'll take much trying...but if you insist!"

Lining up his member with her opening, Hatori reached down between them and helped himself ease into her.
He gently pushed until he reached the thin barrier that denied him full access to her.
"This part is going to hurt a little, but I PROMISE you, if you relax it won't hurt as much and the pain will go away a lot quicker."

Seeing confusion cross her face, Hatori gave her a warm smile.
He clamped his mouth down on hers as he pushed further into her tight sheath.
He swallowed her cry of pain.

The pain ripped through her body quicker than she had anticipated--even with Hatori's warning--but she was thankful for Hatori's sudden stillness within her as he cooed soothing words.

With the pain ebbing away, Tohru began to move against Hatori; arching her hips, begging him to push deeper into her.
She didn't want to be treated like a porcelain doll just because it was her first time.

Complying with her demand, Hatori kept his weight supported on his arms as he pushed himself deeper into her, setting a slow place.
He quickly found Tohru objected to the pace he had set.

Raising her hips to meet Hatori's, Tohru changed the slow pace to a much quicker one; she wanted to feel the dragon at his full strength and her body was already crying for release.
"Ha'ri..."
She clung to him, her nails biting into his arms.

Feeling her inner muscles clamp down around his member, Hatori could tell Tohru was close to orgasming. Each pulsating action from her muscles spasms drew him closer and closer to his own orgasm.
He sped up the pace a little more.

Drawing up her knees, Tohru locked her ankles around the back of Hatori's knees, holding onto him as the beginning of her orgasm quaked through her body.
She bit down hard on her bottom lip, swallowing the coppery taste of blood.
She refused to orgasm without the dragon being fully released.

Hatori shifted his hands to the pillow Tohru rested on. He gripped hard and fast at the pillow, almost tearing it in two as he began to orgasm--taking Tohru with him.
"A-r-r-r-rg! God Tohru!"

"Ha-r-r-r-r-i!"
She echoed his own name as her own orgasm rocked her body, making her turn her head to the side and bit into the pillow as she rode the roller coaster of her orgasm and tumbled back down to reality just as fast.

Falling to the side of Tohru, Hatori gasped for breath as he tried to calm his racing heart. He tried to use his doctor training to help, but no matter what he thought of, he couldn't seem to think straight with the naked teenager next to him.
"I wonder if Aya put something to drink in that little basket," he commented as he struggled to sit up. His body weakened by exhaustion.

Patting around on the floor with one hand, Hatori sought out the forgotten basket.
Finding it, he pulled it to the edge of the bed.
"Well, it looks like Aya's thought of everything..."

Peeking inside, Tohru's eyes widened. "Strawberries, dipping chocolate, sake, ribbon...what would you need a ribbon for?"

Feeling his own rising blush, Hatori lowered his eyes and stifled a chuckle. 'So this is what Aya meant in his note...'
"Ah, Tohru...I don't think this is a NORMAL picnic that Aya's packed..."

"I know. He packed sake! He knows I hate that stuff; maybe that's why he didn't pack any cups--he probably thought you'd be like Shigure and drink out of the bottle."

Hatori rolled his eyes. "Back to the innocent act..."

"Huh?"

"Nothing." He turned to her, grinning.

"Oh my," Tohru began, falling back into her role as little red riding hood--now caught in the claws of the big bad wolf. "You're wearing a big grin."

"The better to show my wicked thoughts..." He pulled the bottle of sake from the basket and began to unscrew the cap. "Since I'm meant to be the big bad wolf, let me show you just how BAcan can be."

"But Ha'ri, you know I hate s--"

Putting a finger to Tohru's lips, Hatori silenced her as he pushed her back against the pillows and carefully began to pour the sake from the hollow of her throat. He watched it run to her navel.
"This..." He lapped at the tiny pool of sake at the hollow of Tohru's throat. "Is known as body shots. It's a game Shigure, Ayame and I use to play with some girls when we were at university."

Tohru simply raised a brow as she watched in stunned silence as Hatori licked at the trail of sake to her navel and sucked up the rice wine in one quick movement, then dipped his tongue in, to make sure he had every single last drop.
She shivered in delight.

"The strawberries and dipping chocolate can be saved for later; right now I'm more interested in the ribbon."

"The ribbon?"

Nodding, Hatori reached into the basket and pulled out a narrow, one metre long red ribbon.
"Uh-hmn, let's see what we can do with this."

"You have one insatiable sex drive!"
Tohru found herself shocked by the sudden statement, she wasn't normally so bold, but Hatori had made her come out of her shell and she was glad.

"I know, but you're doing a damn good job at satisfying it. How would Black Haru put it? Hmn, how about: the sex is dynamite!" He chuckled as he turned her over. He was glad his little cousin sometimes came to him for advice; even he had picked up a few tips from the Ox.
Reaching for one of her hands, he paused. "Tohru?"

"Hmn?"

"When did you get this tattoo?"

Glancing over her shoulder, Tohru followed Hatori's stare.
"Oh that! I got it last week. Uo and Hana took me out for my eighteenth birthday, somehow we ended up deciding to each get a baby tattoo--don't ask why, it's a long story--I decided to get a seahorse." She paused to look at the dragon sitting next to her and blushed at his expression. How could she tell him that she got it done because she was in love with him, but couldn't bring herself to put his name under it like most girls would.
Swallowing hard, she continued on. "Uo got a red butterfly and Hana...actually come to think of it; I don't know what she ended up with."

"I'm honoured," Hatori spoke as he began to wrap the ribbon around one of her wrists. "I didn't know you loved me so much."

Smiling, Tohru nodded.
"I have done since we first met."

"Then I guess it's only fair to say that I have been in love with you since--"

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The annoying sound of someone knocking on his front door kept tormenting Hatori.
Slowly sitting up, he rubbed his hands over his face and stretched.
He growled as he realised he was in a cold bath.
"Damn that onigiri...she's done it again!"

Reaching for a towel, he stood up and wrapped it around his waist.
"Whoever it is, better have a good reason for being here."

Storming out the bathroom, he made his way to the front door and angrily slid it open.
"What the hell do you--?"
His eyes widened as little red riding hood stood at his door, her back turned toward him.

"Ah, it's snowing!"
The unmistakable innocent voice of Tohru’s sung out in joy as she caught a snowflake.

Groaning, Hatori ran a hand through his wet hair and let out a low hiss in one word.
"Aya!"

Turning, Tohru woer ber brightest smile.
"Happy Valentine's Day Hatori!"

Grinning, Hatori decided to go one up on his fantasy.
"Ah to hell with it..."
For one night, he was going to be the big bad wolf instead of the Zodiac dragon.
Snatching up his fantasy girl, he kissed her hard and passionately, taking her completely by surprise as he carried her inside.