ELECTRO-TIDE
A Fruits Basket Darefic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
A hearty thanks to Koishii for this dare. *glomps Koishii* Ayame, Hana-chan, and a beach. Hmm...I wonder. ^^ Changed from my original idea, but that may still appear also. =P Bits of OOC-ness. Lemon. 

She had no idea why she was there.

She had been invited, that much was true. Tohru was allowed to bring along one friend to the Sohma beach house. Uo had to turn down the offer because of work, so that left her. She could've turned Tohru down as well, but she couldn't resist the puppy dog eyes the girl had given her. Yes, she was a sucker for her friend, the puppy dog eyes clenched it.

But it was also an opportunity to observe the Sohmas. Her innate curiosity about their unusual vibes might be solved by a few days in the sun with them. Well, they could be in the sun. She preferred the shade of her umbrella.

"Hana-chan, we're going to play volleyball. Do you want to join?"

Hanajima Saki looked up from the book she was reading. With a tilt of her head she smiled at Tohru and replied, "No. You go. Have fun."

"Hana-chan never really liked sports, ne?" Tohru asks, returning the smile.

"Iie. I like sports," she replies, looking back down at her book. "I just don't like to play sports."

"Oh," Tohru whispered, not realizing there was a difference. "Well, enjoy your book, Hana-chan."

"Oh, I am," she replied, turning the page. When she knew that her friend was gone, she looked up again.

Coming along had been a mistake. Oh, she was having fun...or at least some semblance of it. The others did not ostracize her, trying to include her in everything they did. Even Shigure had offered to take her on a tour of the beach. Hana had kindly declined, saying that she would prefer to read today.

After three days, Hana had read two books, played several rounds of "Rich Man, Poor Man", had slept only 15 hours and managed to get the beginnings of a sunburn, which was why she was under the umbrella today. She liked her skin pale, although a touch of color wouldn't hurt her.

She was no closer to uncovering the secret of the Sohma either. She listened intently. She watched them from afar. Nothing. Short of asking, she was certain that she would never find out. They acted like any other family. A normal family, or close to.

Even Yuki and Ayame seemed to be getting along much better than before.

It was of no concern to her, really, but Hana couldn't help but notice. She'd only met Ayame on several occasions and she didn't know him well. The older man seemed to be the complete opposite of his brother. He was more outgoing, more willing to take risks.

Definitely attractive.

Hana closed her book at the last thought. A walk, she told herself. I need to take a walk.

Standing, she placed her book on her chair. She grabbed the light shawl from the back of her chair and draped it over her shoulders. Donning a pair of sunglasses, she stepped out from under the umbrella. She let the sun wash over her, warming her skin and muscles, before walking in the opposite direction of her friends and the beach house.

The beach wasn't that large. Even from a mile away she could clearly see the beach house and her friends struggling to hit the tiny white ball over the sloping net. She smiled to herself before turning to continue her walk.

She was surprised when she came across something by the water. It was tall, slender, with flowing white hair and red swimming wear. Ayame. The vibes clearly said it was the Yuki's brother. But he didn't quite look himself. As she walked closer, she could see the furrow of his brow and the frown on his face He didn't hear her approach, although she was being very quiet despite herself, so she assumed he was deep in thought.

Well, whatever thoughts his train was riding crashed and he blinked in surprise when he heard Hanajima's footsteps. Startled, he attempted to recover quickly, barely managing a smile as the young girl approached.

"Konnichiwa," he told her as happily as he could.

"Konnichiwa," Hana replied. "Are you feeling well?"

"Quite," Ayame replied with a nod. He inhaled deeply and let the air out slowly. He had no intention of telling her his true reasons for being where he was. He was still trying to figure that out for himself. Perhaps getting into an argument with Hatori was not the brightest thing to do in the morning. "It's such a lovely day."

Hana nodded. "Yes. It is."

Ayame eyed the other girl carefully then feigned panic. "Oh my!"

Hana blinked behind her sunglasses, looking at Ayame oddly. "What is it?"

"Your delicate skin!"

"What about it?"

Ayame looked nearly horrified, although he couldn't stop the smile that quickly appeared and vanished from his face. "You're getting a sunburn."

Hana examined herself carefully. How could he tell? The shawl had fallen down one shoulder. She looked at it in wonder. The skin was indeed a bit pink, but not nearly as sunburnt as he would have her believe.

"It's fine," she replied.

"You must put on some sunblock," Ayame said quickly. Turning he kneeled into the sand and produced a small plastic bag. He rummaged around inside the small bag before bringing out a bottle of sunscreen.

Hana looked at him over the top edge of her sunglasses. "That's really unnecessary," she said politely.

"I insist," Ayame said, his face serious. "You can never have too much protection against the harmful rays of the sun. If you're going to be walking along the beach, I must insist."

He did have a point, Hana reasoned. "I don't want to trouble you."

"It's no trouble," Ayame replied with another smile. He motioned for her to move forward and kneel beside him. "I have another bottle back at the house in case I need it. Now just sit there. Good. Now let's see...."

Hana sat directly across from Ayame, her hands resting primly on her knees. She shrugged off the shawl and let it slide down her shoulders and arms until the material rested against her back and elbows. She reached for Ayame and the sunscreen with her left hand, but Ayame shook his head.

Walking on his knees he slid up next to her, facing her right side. She watched as the older Sohma placed a small bit of white, liquidy cream on his fingertip, then carefully applied it to the skin of her shoulder. He paid close attention to what he was doing, biting his lower lip in concentration.

Hana relaxed just a little as he applied another fingertip of the sunscreen. She hadn't realized that her skin felt so warm and that the sunblock would feel so cool. She sighed inaudibly, her shoulder sinking as they relaxed and she continued to watch as Ayame placed more sunscreen on his fingers.

With great care and tenderness, Ayame grabbed Hana's wrist and lifted her arm, placing her hand on his shoulder. Removing the shawl and lying it in the sand, he applied the sunscreen on his hand from her shoulder to her elbow, the dark shawl had hidden more than he'd thought. His gentle massage continued lower, past her elbow and down to her wrist, all the while applying and spreading bits of sunscreen. When he was finished, he walked across the sand on his knees again and repeated his earlier actions on the left arm.

Hana was amazed by the feelings of awe and relaxation she felt at his touch. It wasn't as if she had thought he would hurt her. Ayame was loud and brash, but he wasn't violent. At least, not a far as she'd seen. She tried to recall things she knew about him, to strike up a conversation, although her mind was content sitting in the happy daze he was creating.

"It must worry you," she said somewhat dreamily. "That you have to leave you shop for a little while."

Ayame stopped his ministrations for a moment, shocked by the fact that she'd spoken. But then he smiled and continued massaging the cool cream into her lower arm. He pressed gently on a pressure point, causing Hana to gasp. His smile grew. "I suppose I am worried. But business has been good lately and since I've been so busy, I figured I could use a little vacation."

"You don't take vacations often?"

"Two maybe three times a year."

"What made you chose a profession in fashion design?"

He lowered her arm slowly, placing her hand on her thigh. His thumb brushed her skin and he hissed, pulling away. Then he moved to sit behind her and focus on her back. She really was a lovely creature. Finely built with lucious curves, ample breasts and smooth, pale skin. The black one-piece bathing suit covered too much in his opinion, but it left so much to the imagination.

And his imagination was starting to work overtime!

"I enjoy being creative," he replied seriously. Boy did he ever!

Ayame found himself wanting to be more helpful than was necessary. Perhaps, if he just took his time, he thought. With deliberate slowness he applied a small amount of lotion to her neck and shoulders.

Hana tensed as Ayame left her peripheral vision. She practically jumped when she felt his soft hands gently massaging the sunscreen into the base of her neck and shoulders. His aura hadn't changed, which was comforting, and the feel of his hands on her skin, kneading her tense muscles, felt very nice. After a few moments she allowed her head to tilt forward so that he could better access to her neck and stretch the muscles there.

Ayame's smile grew, his hands moving lower to place more sunscreen to the middle of her back. He was eventually stopped by the edge of her black swimsuit. It fell low on her back, but just not low enough. Ayame hissed again. Whoever designed this had no imagination whatsoever.

"Are you finished?"

Ayame frowned, pouting. "Hai." He forced his smile to reappear as she turned to face him again.

"Then perhaps I should return the favor."

Ayame's smile grew wider despite himself. "Of course. Of course!" He happily turned around, exposing his bare back to her. This could be interesting. "Whenever you're ready."

Hana put a small amount of lotion on her palm, then gently rubbed it into his back. The muscles in his shoulders jumped as she touched him, his body tensing, then relaxing as it grew accustomed her touch. She was again amazed, but this time by the feel of his skin. It was very smooth, and white, like fine porcelain. But there was a definite maleness too. The hard lean muscles, the definitive shape of his arms and torso. His usual garments hid most of this from view.

Ayame felt himself relax and begin drifting on a wave of sensation as she massaged his back. Her delicate ands moved from his shoulders to his waist applying the cold cream. They felt wonderful against his skin, the cream and her fingertips. For a moment he had scolded himself, told himself that he should not play games with her. She was Tohru's friend after all. But once her fingers touched the center of his back, causing him to suppress a shiver, all thoughts of stopping his little game were gone. He was on vacation to have a little fun.

And his family...well, they weren't much in the fun department.

Perhaps Shigure would play too, but he wasn't about to drag Hana back to the house to find out. Oh no. No, no. He was going to have her all to himself for as long as she'd let him.

Hana moved from his left arm to his right, setting his left hand down, scooting over and then lifting his left arm. She couldn't do the same as he had, placing his hand on her shoulder. His arm was too long. Instead, she allowed his arm to dangle a little, placing his hand on her thigh thoughtlessly. Eyes focused, she carefully applied the sunscreen. He was already starting to tan in some areas, and there were smaller areas where red had already appeared. She applied extra to those areas and quickly moved on.

Ayame didn't ignore the fact that his hand was on her thigh. His hand sporadically clenched and unclenched, squeezing then letting go of her leg. He licked his lips instinctively, very slowly inching his way up her leg as she continued to apply the sunscreen. How far would he get it before she stopped him?

When Hana moved to pull away and sit in front of Ayame, she felt something moving on her leg. She looked down at Ayame's hand, then up at Ayame. He stared back, his eyes a brilliant, golden hue. She started, awed and unnerved by the emotions she saw there. His aura suddenly changed, too. It wasn't threatening, at least she didn't think it was. What was happening?

As if pushed together, Ayame and Hana leaned forward just little. Hana closed her eyes and Ayame tilted his head just as their lips met. It was a tender kiss, a light brushing of lips. When neither made to move away, the kiss grew. Ayame parted his lips, caressing and coaxing Hana to do the same. His hand squeezed her thigh and she gasped, parting her lips and allowing Ayame's tongue to sweep inside. It was so unexpected, so overwhelming, that Hana reached out with her denpa to make it stop.

Ayame drew back quickly, as if burned. He looked at Hana with wide eyes. What had happened? Was that her power he'd felt rippling like fire through his veins? Did she not like the kiss? All she had to do was say so.

"Gomen--" they both started, then stopped, still staring at each other.

Hana tried to catch her breath, her mind reeling from the kiss. How had that happened? Why? And why did she stop it when she was enjoying it? Taking a deep breath, she apologized.

"Gomen nasai. I've never been...kissed before. I was...overwhelmed. You aren't hurt, are you?"

Hurt? Ayame examined himself. No, it didn't look as if her strange power had left any physical marks. He could feel the fire in his blood slow down, but his body was calling -- no crying! -- for more. He shook his head and smiled reassuringly.

"I'm not injured. Just surprised." He looked at her curiously. "What WAS that?"

"My denpa," Hana answered, blushing slightly. "An electrical field that I can manipulate and command. I usually have better control over it, but as I said, I was overwhelmed."

"Interesting," Ayame said, contemplating several ideas. "Would it attack me if I kissed you again?"

Hana shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think so."

"Good."

With that, Ayame leaned closer again, parting his lips slightly before placing them over hers. He felt a small spark against his lips, her denpa trying to protect her, but there was no instant fire, not like before. He was a little saddened by that, but excited at the same time. She answered his kiss with her own and when he coaxed her tongue to come out and play, it did so without hesitation.

Hana caught Ayame's moan in the back of her throat and answered with one of her own. She tried to move closer, one hand seeking and finding purchase on his shoulder. Her other hand cupped his face. But all effort to move was stopped by his hand on her thigh. She moaned again, this time in disappointment.

Ayame smiled into the kiss before pulling away. He kissed her palm before moving his lips back along her jawline and to her ear. He took her earlobe into his mouth for a brief instant, giving it a quick tug with his teeth before releasing it. He smiled wider a she shivered again, his kisses trailing down her neck to her shoulder.

His hands moved to remove the strap of her bathing suit. He pulled away momentarily, giving her the opportunity to stop. She made no move, no noise. Instead she placed one hand behind his head, winding her fingers into his hair. When she sighed, he continued, pulling the strap of her swimsuit down her arm to her elbow. His lips kissed to the edge of her shoulder before coming back. He did the same to the opposite shoulder before sitting back to admire what he had revealed.

Hana watched as Ayame's eyes roamed her torso. She was slightly ashamed but told herself there was no need to hide from his gaze. Her denpa flared again but she pushed it away, calming it with the strange yet erotic thoughts that now flowed through her head. His heated gaze was rather encouraging.

Ayame gasped as he felt those electric sensations push against him like a tide crashing on the shore. Wanting to feel more, wanting to taste and touch her, he leaned forward again, forcing her lie back. She did so and his lips made contact with her shoulder again. Slowly he trailed kisses to her neck, placing a light peck on her chin before making a straight line downward to her breasts.

Her hands wound in his hair as his lips engulfed one stiff peak. The tip of his tongue played with it leisurely while his lips suckled the small bit of flesh. The touch and added pressure caused Hana to moan, her hip flexing involuntarily. She gasped when she felt something rigid against her hip, her mind quickly comprehending what it was.

Fear washed through her again, and her denpa flared a little, earning her another moan from Ayame. Was she not hurting him with her denpa? She hoped not. She didn't want this to stop. Soon her denpa calmed and her body relaxed. Her hips pushed against his again. He pushed back and she moaned again.

He was practically lying on top of her now, his chest kept a safe distance from hers so as to avoid an accident. His throbbing member was screaming at him, but he wasn't quite done with his explorations. While teasing the opposite breast, one hand slid into the edge of her bathing suit and downward. His fingers sought and found her nest of curls, his thumb playing with her clit as his other fingers dove lower still until one pierced her fiery core.

Hana gasped again, her hips bucking upward. Her fingers tightened on his head, pulling at his hair as he attempted to move away. His mouth moved lower inching down the rest of her bathing suit to her bellybutton as he went. She moaned when he licked at the hollow of her stomach, and had to bite back a scream when one of his fingers entered her. A second finger followed and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. This was too much. Surely if she didn't explode she'd die.

Ayame couldn't help but smile as Hana whimpered when he removed his fingers. He was quick to divest her of her swimsuit and she helped him rid himself of his. As he approached her again, lying over her in the sand, he smiled down at her, one hand gently massaging her right breast while the other toyed with her sex.

"Onegai," she whispered. Her voice was so choked with emotion it was almost too low to hear. She had little idea what she was asking for, but knew that her body had to be satisfied in someway.

Her partner complied, positioning himself between her legs as she lifted her knees to his hips. The head of dick slid along her wet folds and they both groaned at the contact. Leaning forward he pushed the head of his cock inside of her, her hands holding him, helping to guide him. She released him, tossing her head back in the sand as he sunk in another inch, and another. He pushed until he could push no more without hurting her.

Ayame leaned down and placed a wet kiss to the top of her left breast. "This will hurt at first."

Tightening the grasp of her knees on his sides she whispered, "I know."

Capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, Ayame slowly pulled away, then thrust back in quickly. He caught Hana's cry of pain in his mouth, felt her body tense beneath his. Her denpa, too, reached out and licked at him, causing another wave of heated pleasure to course through him. It was pain and pleasure all mixed in one. He groaned into the kiss, holding as still as possible until she was relaxed and pliant beneath him.

Hana gasped as he pulled away, breaking the kiss and beginning a delightful rhythm with his hips that hers answered to perfectly. The feel of his hardened length moving in and out of her center caused her to shiver and moan. Nerves jumped and liquid pooled in her middle. She felt as if she would explode, the pressure building inside of her too much to contain.

"Don't fight it. Relax. That's it. Just relax."

Ayame's voice was like a soothing breeze, his words echoing in her ears and her body doing just as it was told. As her muscles began to relax she gave herself over to the sensations within her. For every thrust he gave, she gave one back. Too soon she felt something exploding beside her, her cry was muffled by Ayame's lip. Her vision was engulfed in white light, her body flooded with liquid warmth. Her breath caught, then disappeared as her consciousness faded.

When she came back to herself, Ayame was leaning above her, steadying himself on his hands on either side of her shoulders. He looked down at her with amusement and concern. "Daijobu desu ka?"

"H-hai," she replied, her voice a bit shaky. "That was...uplifting."

Ayame smiled. "I've never heard it called 'uplifting' but it could be called worse. Want to make it happen again."

Hana nodded and gasped as she felt him move inside her once again. Her nerves sparked a fire in her body. Her skin grew warm and her vision started to grow hazy again. She lifted her hips to meet his as he set a faster pace this time. The pool returned and the heat began to build inside her again.

She had been beautiful in her orgasm, Ayame thought as he set a faster pace, his body now crying out for release. He wanted to watch as she came again. He'd let her cry out this time, in hopes of hearing his name from her lips. Just the thought of it made him push faster, harder.

He got his wish. Hana came again, calling his name and clutching at his shoulders. Her nails scored his skin, her denpa trickling into his blood and he gladly went over with her, pouring himself inside of her. The electricity in his blood didn't fade quickly, even as his breathing began to slow, his focus began to return and his body pulled away from hers.

As they laid side by side along the shore's edge, the tide washing over their feet as it rolled in, Hana closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. She felt Ayame's fingers lace around hers and smiled to herself. Just how long would this moment last? She supposed that only time would tell.

Raising an eyebrow she turned her head to look at Ayame. He was lying on his back next to her, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. It was a different expression from the one she saw earlier.

"What were you thinking about earlier?"

"Earlier?" Ayame seemed confused. Then the light came on. "Oh, that! I was just thinking...how wonderful it would be to fool around in the sand."

"Honestly?"

"No."

Hana sighed, settling back into the soft, wet sand underneath her. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"

Ayame smiled, suddenly hovering above her as another wave of water washed over their feet. "I think it would be more effective if I showed you."

"By all means...."

~OWARI~

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