Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
In response (late as it is) to the elevator challenge. My lemon bug is on the fritz still so I apologize now, but don't get me wrong...there WILL be lemon in this fic if it kills me AND my bug. ^^ My first Toriru! Let the angels rejoice! Please enjoy!

"How much longer do you think this will take?"

"I'm not sure. You're not claustrophobic, are you Tohru-kun?"

"AH! Iie! It's just that it's so close to dinner time and I'm sure Yuki and Kyo would be worried if we weren't home on time."

Hatori nodded. That was very true. Of course, they knew that Tohru had agreed to come into town with Shigure today. The inu had a meeting with his editor and had decided -- for a change -- to have it at HER office instead of at his home. If he didn't know any better, it was a blatant attempt to keep Mit-chan out of his house and get Tohru out.

Not to mention other little perverted bits that Hatori wasn't willing to acknowledge.

Although Hatori was finding it rather difficult NOT to think those things. He was alone in an elevator with Tohru. And after ten minutes of sitting in thundering silence, those thoughts were starting to become appealing.

Besides, it was starting to get very warm in the little box. Sweat formed on his brow and he wiped at it with the back of his hand. Tohru, too, waved her hand in front of her face in hopes of some cooler air.

Five minutes later and they were still trapped. Hatori was beginning to wonder if this had been planned. It was difficult to imagine, but he was willing to stretch a bit. His could be Shigure's doing. But why would he do that? Why trap him in an elevator with Tohru?

Tohru was leaning against the far wall, her head tilted to one side and her eyes closed. The heat seemed to increase tenfold in such a short time. Hatori had already relinquished his jacket and divested himself of his tie. He was about ready to unbutton his shirt but gave up. He slumped against the wall his eyes closing as sleep -- with assistance from the sweltering heat -- began to overtake him.

His body began to wake, his eyes shooting open when he realized that someone had unbuttoned his shirt. Whoever it was, he or she was carefully trying to slide the sleeves from his arms. He vaguely noticed that the heat had not receded and the temperature in the box began to rise.

That's not all that began to rise though. As his vision focused through the haze of drowning sleep, he realized that it was Tohru who had unbuttoned his shirt and trying to remove it from him without waking or touching him in any way that he might accidentally transform. He appreciated the effort.

Not to mention the near state of nakedness she was already in.

Her two piece top was down to a small tank top. Her skirt was still in place, but the way she was kneeling before him offered him quite a view. Even with her legs tucked under her, the sight of her thighs almost fully revealed to his gaze served to jerk him awake more.

And he noticed, for the first time, the painful erection straining in his pants.

'What is it with his heat,' he wondered. But he lost his train of thought as Tohru's hands skimmed across his hairless chest and over his broad shoulders.

"Tohru-kun, what are you doing?" He could barely keep his longing desire from his voice. Where did it even come from?!

"It's getting really...warm...in here. Hatori-san fell asleep. I was only...trying...to help." Her voice was dreamy, far away.

"Arigato," Hatori muttered.

Without warning, Tohru fell forward, her lips brushing against his tentatively, her tongue cautiously exploring. Hatori was barely aware of her kiss until his lips moved of their own accord, caressing hers in return.

His hands began to move as well, reaching for her and pulling her closer. His legs lowered and stretched to accommodate her while his hands rested on her hips as she straddled his lap. Meanwhile the kiss continued to grow, their tongues now dueling for domination. It seemed to be a long battle but neither one minded.

As the kiss grew to a fevered pitch, Hatori's hands strayed from Tohru's hips, trailing down her thighs until he touched bare skin. He groaned at the contact and slowly pushed his way under her skirt and into even darker territory.

Her hands, meanwhile, traced invisible patterns on his chest, shoulders and abs. She was truly amazed by his physique. He felt like a muscular athlete, his taut muscles constricting under her heated touch. And there wasn't a single piece of hair on his chest! She couldn't get enough of him, but was mindful enough, even her daze, not to get too close.

The kiss broke as Hatori began trailing kisses along her neck and around to her ear. He heard her gasp as he undid the hook of her bra and felt her sigh as the material was discarded and her breasts were freed of their captivity. His hands replaced the cotton material, gently kneading and massaging. His thumbs flicked over her newly hardened nipples, earning him a squeal of delight from Tohru.

"Hatori...onegai...."

He groaned, his hands grasping her hips as his mouth assaulted her bare breasts. As his tongue played with her nipples, his hands reached under her skirt once again, not stopping in their quest until he reached the barrier of her panties. Hooking his thumbs through the sides, he started to slide them down. It was difficult with her squirming and writhing in his lap.

It was also very erotic.

When they stopped at his lap, Tohru stood up, taking the panties off and tossing them to the far side of the elevator. His hands beckoned for her to sit again and she did so without question.

His fingers, once again intent on her center, began parting her folds and slipping through the moist heat already gathered there. Gods but she was so hot and wet. He slipped a finger inside of her to test her readiness. She moaned in response. When he added a second finger she pushed back, trying to cause a certain friction but was mindless of her own actions.

He looked up at her, his eyes locking with hers, for a brief instant. "Tohru, onegai...touch me...."

As if in understanding, she nodded. "Hai."

Her fingers undid the button and zipper of his pants. He had to squirm a little for the material to part, but as soon as his erection sprang forth, Tohru's hands were ready. She gasped at the size of him, both hands fisting him and beginning a slow tantalizing rhythm they could both enjoy.

But the friction was too much too soon for Hatori. He forced her to stop, grasping her hands in his and pulling her close for another passionate kiss. Tohru squirmed on his lap, trying to position herself over him.

"Are you sure," he asked, breaking the kiss.

"Hai."

He sighed as Tohru settled herself over him, the feel of her tight sheathe over his erection was the most glorious feeling in the world. He winced as he broke through her maidenhead, his lips kissing away the tears as they fell from her eyes. He muttered words of comfort, words of encouragement, and after a short while she began to rock on him. The friction caused them both to moan in pleasure.

Tohru keened loudly as her climax washed over her. Hatori did his best to pump into her a few more time, his hands on her hips guiding her exhausted form over his until he, too, was spent. He moaned her name, hi seed pumping madly into her core. He shook from the power of his orgasm, his mind barely able to comprehend what had just occurred.

When his mind finally returned, he lifted Tohru off of him and settled her beside him. Had she fallen asleep? Her eyes were closed and her entire body was limp. Kami, had he passed out from the exertion?! He cursed himself silently, resting his head against the wall. A nap didn't seem all that bad, really. He closed his eyes and quickly...reluctantly...he fell asleep.

Both of them were shocked awake as the elevator began to move again. It took them a minute to work out what had occurred. There were muttered apologies and silent curses as they stood and looked for their clothes.

"Hatori-san?"

"We'll talk later," he promised, kissing her briefly on the lips.

They rushed to get dressed and fix themselves so as not to look conspicuous. By the time the elevator reached the first floor, they were as fresh and as ready as they could be under the circumstances.

Thankfully Shigure had not returned from his meeting with Mit-chan just yet.

And it was much cooler in the lobby. Thank the gods!

"Let's wait over there," Hatori suggested. There was a small cove of chairs and tables to the one side. Tohru could have a drink while he dug through his pockets for his cigarettes. He seriously needed one as he contemplated what to say to Tohru. She seemed unfazed though and not worried at all. She was that trusting.

"Hai."

Shigure appeared about five minutes later. He smiled cheerfully when he saw them in the lobby. A smirk appeared and disappeared just as quickly. Hatori noticed it while Tohru went on oblivious to it all.

"Are you two all right?" he asked, sitting beside Hatori.

"Hai," Tohru answered. "We just...umm...well...."

"The elevator got stuck between floors on our way down," Hatori finished.

"Oh it did, did it?" Shigure said with a smirk. "Gomen. I should've warned you that these elevators can't be trusted."

All Hatori did in response was nod. It was all the confirmation he needed. Shigure DID have something to do with it, even if not directly.

Well two could play this game.

"Do you have everything?" Hatori asked, pretending to be impatient.

"Ma, ma," Shigure said, checking his folder. He flipped through a few pages then frowned.

"Nan desu ka?"

His frown grew deeper as he flipped through the folder again. Something was missing. "I have to go back upstairs for a moment, Ha-san. I shouldn't be long."

Hatori sighed, smiling inwardly. "Fine, fine. Try to hurry or we'll hit traffic on the way home."

"Hai!" Shigure called as he walked to the elevator.

Tohru looked at Hatori, confused. "Hatori-san?"

He smiled politely at her. "I'll be right back, Tohru-kun."

"Hai."

Hatori left only to return a few minutes later. Tohru still looked confused, but she decided to let it pass, focusing her attention on a magazine from a nearby table. She was nearly finished by the time Shigure had returned. Almost twenty minutes had passed!

"Hatori-san? What's the matter with Shigure-san?" Tohru asked as the older jyuunishi came through the fire exit door at the staircase. He looked very worn down and on the verge of tears.

"Ha-san!"

Hatori shrugged, trying hard not to smile at his cousin's distress. Shigure wasn't in top physical condition, although he wasn't flabby either. "He's just tired, Tohru-kun. Perhaps we should see him home."

"Hai."

"We're leaving, Shigure. Hurry up," Hatori called.

"Ha-san," Shigure cried as he forced himself to walk through the building and out into the parking lot. His legs hurt and his muscles ached in places he didn't know existed.

"*sniff* Twenty-five flights of stairs. *whimper* Ha-san so mean!"

~OWARI~