ALL FOR LOVE
A Fruits Basket Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
A sequel to "Patterns". The secret is out and Ayame has set up an
appointment with Akito. After his talk with Mine, is she prepared to handle
Ayame's demons as well as her own? This part told from Mine's POV. Lemon-ish...again.
Just can't get enough. =P
Part Three - Confronting the Demons
"Okay, so your little brother's the rat."
"Hai."
"And Hatori is the dragon?"
"Hai."
"Next you're going to tell me that Shigure's Godzilla or something."
A chuckle. "Actually, he's the dog."
A pause. "Appropriate."
"You really think so?"
"Hai."
I expected Ayame's chat with me during breakfast to be very serious. Instead it was rather light hearted. That's not to say that what was said was any less serious, but I was grateful that Ayame had such a sense of humor about his jyuunishi form.
Not to mention surprised by what he had told me.
How difficult it must be to live with this curse. Not being able to hug someone. I suppose a person could live without it. I've managed our relationship these last six months without doing so. But then, I never really thought about it before. I don't think I've ever TRIED to hug him before. I guess, maybe, I'm still a little shy when it comes to Ayame.
I'm old-fashioned. Funny, I never thought of myself like that. Or maybe I'm just scared. I've never had a close relationship with another man. I've always been shy. Hard to believe, but it's true. I'm outgoing to a point. Once that point is reached, the bashfulness kicks in.
You might call it modesty, but I think it goes a little beyond that.
Still, I don't love Ayame any less.
So why did I feel the overwhelming urge to be alone?
"Mine?"
I blinked rapidly. Did I miss something? "H-hai?"
"There's one other thing I have to tell you."
His voice was so serious that all my previous thoughts were gone. "One other?"
"It's our head of household. His name's Akito." He sighed, his smile waning. "He...he has the final say on the relationships of the family...of the jyuunishi. He's tough, and scary...." He paused in thought. "And perhaps a bit frightening. Definitely loud, he likes to scream and yell." He sighed again. "But...it's important that we speak with him in regards to the future of our relationship."
I wasn't sure what to say in response. Instead, I averted my eyes and stared at my empty breakfast plate. Was our future really to be decided by one man? That seemed unfair.
And what if he disapproved?!
I was suddenly gripped with fear. My breakfast sensed this and I felt parts of it rising in my stomach and waiting at the base of my throat. I wanted to throw up. Everything was going so well. Why? Why did I suddenly feel like I was gong to lose it all?
"Mine? Daijoubu desu ka?"
I inhaled deeply, slowly lifting my eyes to meet his. I met his curious gaze with a small smile. "Hai. I think...it's time for a shower."
"Good idea! Since you did most of the cooking, I'll do the cleaning." He was on his feet in a matter of seconds, gathering the dishes on the table. "Oh, and I have a surprise for you. A new outfit. I think it will look stunning on you, Mine and...oh wait! I said it was a surprise, didn't I? Silly me."
My smile grew a little. Either he sensed my unease or he's having his own doubts. In either case, I stood from the table, taking the last of the dishes to the sink. "I'll go take a shower then," I told him, placing a light kiss to his cheek as I walked by and headed down the hallway to the bathroom.
I turned the water on HOT. My skin only disagreed for an instant as I stepped into the shower. I suppose I could've soaked in the bathtub. Ayame's apartment was equipped with both the traditional bath and a more modern shower. A little nap wouldn't hurt would it? Even still, I wasn't sure I wanted to take the time to brood right now.
The jyuunishi.
Akito.
It was a lot to take in. I felt extremely overwhelmed just thinking about it. So many thoughts tumbled in my head. All the "maybes" and "what if's". At one point I think I lost all logical thought and simply let my mind wonder, to mentally exhausted to do anything else. I was grateful for the time alone at any rate, the hot water a great comfort for the budding headache I felt building. One though in particular struck me so hard I jolted.
What else hasn't he told me?
I felt badly for even thinking, let alone entertaining, that one. But I can't help but wonder. He's taken such good care of me since I started working for him. We've talked about his past girlfriends, his early years, his school days, his family, his friends, his likes and dislikes. I thought that I had gotten to know him over the years, and more so over the last six months. I thought I knew him.
It's a bit disappointing to learn that I was wrong.
But even with this new knowledge...he hasn't changed. Nothing about him has changed. I mean...he's still Ayame, isn't he? This doesn't change anything about him, does it?
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Mine! I brought you that new outfit. I'll just...leave it here by the sink."
"Arigato, Ayame."
"You sound tired," he noted, a hint of a smile in his voice. "Is the hot water making you sleepy?"
I leaned my forehead against the ceramic wall of the shower and closed my eyes. "It's relaxing," I replied with a small smile. "You should give it a try, since you're always so tense."
"Don't mind if I do."
The sound of his voice in my ear startled me awake. I jumped, my eyes snapping open. I could feel the heat from his body and forced myself to keep still and not move. I didn't want to transform him...not intentionally. But moving was the last thing on my mind when I felt his fingers caress my shoulders.
Between the hot water and the feather-light touch I felt very lethargic. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead on the wall again. At the invitation, Ayame's lips caressed the nape of my neck, pressing heavy kisses against my skin as his fingers trailed over my shoulders and down my arms. Kami, but it felt so good to have him near me. Felt so good to just forget.
Forget and feel.
It took little to light my body on fire. Ayame has this way with my body that I can't even begin to explain. His fingers know just where to touch, just the right place to caress, to pinch, to scratch. His hands knead my breasts masterfully, just as his lips know just where to kiss me.
He gets me into position, spreading my legs from behind with a knee. I can feel his thought against mine, his erection pressed against my lower back. I can only remember one other time we used this position. Of course, I can't remember much about it since I was already overflowing with pleasure, but if it was anything like this time...I can understand why.
I leaned further into the wall as he lifted my hips. I was on my tiptoes, but that's all that he needed. He entered me in a single thrust and we both moaned in pleasure. We didn't take our time either. We had plenty of time last night.
Today, it seemed, that there might not be enough.
Still, the end was just as enjoyable as the rest and I was left with very few brain cells to finish my shower.
Nope, nothing's changed.
Then why am I so nervous about this meeting?
What will Akito think of me?
What will I think of Akito?
And will the latter really matter?
"Ayame, Mine, Akito will see you now."
I look up as Hatori speaks to us. We've been sitting in his living room for the better part of the afternoon. He called Ayame back and told him to come by before dinner. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Ayame seemed pleased, but I knew he was hiding his feelings behind a mask of cheerfulness.
Ayame stands beside me, a smile plastered to his face. Am I the only one who knows how fake it really is? I mean, it's not TOTALLY fake, but there is something about it that's far from genuine. His golden eyes turn to me, and the smile, for a brief instant, becomes more natural.
"Are you ready?"
I sigh heavily, but offer him a smile. "As ready I'll ever be."
He holds out his hand for me and I take it immediately, wanting to have some kind of connection to him. I feel so lost without it. "Then let's go."
I squeeze his hand and nod affirmatively. "Hai. Let's go."
~TO BE CONTINUED~