SOMETHING MORE
A Fruits Basket Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
A sequel to Expect the Unexpected from WAY back when. ^^ Shigure and Hana-chan. With hints of Kyo and Kagura.  ^^  Lemon.

Hanajima rolled onto her side with a soft sigh, her arm swinging widely, aimlessly. She was only mildly disappointed when her arm closed around air. With a small moan, she forced her eyes to open and her body to wake.

It came as no surprise that Shigure wasn't in bed. He'd been gone for some time judging by the coolness of the sheets beside her. And here she had been hoping for a good morning kiss. Oh well.

Slowly she sat upright, clutching the thin blue sheet to her bare chest. What time was it? Her eyes searched for a clock, finding one by his desk. 8:33AM. Well, there was still plenty of time for that kiss.

But her body ached for so much more.

FROM so much more, she amended mentally.

Just how many positions could the human body endure before collapsing?!

"At least 8 if I'm not mistaken," Hanajima muttered aloud as she stood from the futon. "Or is that 9?"

She had to admit that her forwardness had been unexpected, even by her. But she was glad for it. Although, if she'd known she'd ache so much the morning after, she would've approached Shigure more slowly.

What had caused her to approach him anyway?

There were a number of ready excuses, although most of them did not apply to her. She wasn't drunk, or drugged. Tired, yes, she was tired by the end of the night, but that was hardly an excuse. No, this had been calculated. Premeditated. She'd thought of last night for many nights, but she never thought it would actually happen.

And she had never dreamed it would be Shigure.

"What's done is done," she told herself.

And strangely enough she had no regrets.

She walked over to his desk and picked up her clothes, which had been neatly folded and placed there. She dressed, pressing her hands against her skirt to smooth out a few wrinkles there, before leaving the study and venturing into the house. She was certain she would run into no one, save for Shigure. Perhaps Kyo, id he had stayed for the party that is.

After sneaking into the bathroom to wash up and fix her hair, she slipped back down the stairs. Voices caught her attention, the vibes floating to her whispered of an argument. As she neared the kitchen doorway, she could hear them clearly. Indeed, one of them was Shigure.

"There's plenty here for all of us."

"Are you kidding? That's barely enough for two people let alone three."

"Four," Shigure corrected.

The second voice - most definitely Kyo's - replied, "Four?! Who else spent the night?"

There was a small pause before Shigure answered, "Saki-chan."

Another pause and then the rather calm response, "Hanajima?"

"Hai."

"Where did she sleep? I didn't see her on the couch this morning."

"She slept in my room."

"In...YOUR room?!"

"Keep your voice down, Kyo-kun. You'll wake her...and worse yet, you'll wake Kagura. Do you really want HER to wake up unexpectedly?"

"No, but...ah, just forget it. Look, make whatever you want to for breakfast. I'm going back to bed for a while."

"Oh ho, Kyo-kun's hungry for something other than food, ne?"

Shigure's joke hit its intended mark. Kyo's anger flared again. "Will you stop that!?!"

"Stop what?"

Growling. "Never mind."

Hanajima stepped aside just before Kyo came through the doorway. He noted her presence with a glance but said nothing. He continued up the stairs and into his room. The door closed quietly behind him.

"Let's see then," Shigure said to himself. "What shall I make Saki-chan for breakfast?"

'I haven't had pancakes in a while,' Hanajima nearly replied but caught herself. She stood in the doorway just a little longer, not wanting to disturb Shigure. Instead, she made her way back to his study and immersed herself in one of his manuscripts.

He arrived nearly half an hour later carrying a tray.

"How long have you been awake?" he asked as he set the tray on his desk. It sat lopsided on top of several stack of paper. He adjusted it twice until it would stay on its own.

"Not long," she answered with a small smile. "Is that breakfast?"

"Hai," Shigure replied, beaming proudly. "I hope Saki-chan likes pancakes."

"You made pancakes?" She seemed very surprised. If she remembered correctly, Tohru had once said that he could barely make oatmeal.

"Ah, well, there's a trick to them," he said, running a hand through his hair. "And they're not as good as Tohru's I'm sure, but yeah...I made pancakes."

"They were frozen weren't they?"

Shigure blushed, sitting the tray on the floor and encouraging Hanajima to join him. "H-hai."

Hanajima smiled inwardly, sliding from the futon to the floor. It seemed logical enough. "Then let's eat."

The meal was eaten in silence, neither one really sure what to say to the other. It was awkward, but amiable. Shigure was the first to finish, pushing his plate aside. He offered Hanajima a small smile before speaking. He looked like a little boy with his curious eyes and somewhat frightened expression.

"This is going to sound really odd, but...last night...what...what was it...for you, Hanajima?"

Hanajima wasn't sure what to say in response. What was last night to her? A fling? No, it wasn't that. She wasn't the type for flings or one night stands. Last night had meant something, even if she didn't realize it at the time. Was it love? She couldn't rightly say. But there was something there...something more....

Pushing her plate aside, she reached for Shigure with one hand. Her fingers settled on his cheek, startling him. She couldn't help but smile. Using her other hand to support her, she leaned over the tray between them and placed a light kiss on his lips. He blinked at her as she pulled away.

"Ara? Hanajima?"

"I can't say I love you, but I can tell you this," she replied firmly. "It wasn't just sex. Not for me. There's something here. Something between you and I. I can't explain it or describe it well. It's not visible, but I know it's there. Something...more...."

Shigure smiled like kid in a candy store. "You like me! You really like me!"

Hanajima sat back on her heels, her hand sliding from his face to rest in her lap. "Yes, I do. So, tell me, Shigure, what was last night to you?"

"Do you really need to know," he asked, confused.

"Hai. I want to hear it in your own words."

He pouted, leaning over the tray between them. "I can't just show you?"

"Shigure-san--"

"I feel it, too."

Hanajima blinked, surprised. She had expected an explanation yes. But a confession - if that's what he had just given her - was most unexpected. It wasn't a declaration of love, but she had not expected one. Still, those four simple words caused her heart to beat faster, her blood to heat up and a low throb began to pulse in her lower belly.

"I can't explain it. I thought...maybe it was just your denpa ability at first." He placed a light kiss to the tip of her nose and she closed her eyes. What was this harsh beating in his chest? Was it his heart? "But...I think you're right." His lips caressed her left cheek. "I think...there is something between us." He lightly pressed his lips to her temple. "I...care about you, and the feelings...are a bit strange for me." He kissed her forehead and then rested his against hers. His arms began to shake, his nerves, which were always under his control, getting the better of him. "Kami help me, but I think...I think...."

"Shigure," Hanajima replied, opening her eyes. Her heart stopped for an instant as their eyes met. In that moment she saw it...whatever "it" was. Whether it was love, or simply an emotion akin to it, she didn't know. It was that something...and the rest didn't matter. "Don't think."

In the next instant her eyes were closed and their lips were pressed tightly together. Whether it was her forwardness again or not, the kiss only grew stronger the longer they remained together. There was an invisible force surrounding them, pushing them closer together as both of them kneeled, leaning into each other over the tray.

Then the tray was gone, and Hanajima was suddenly sprawled on the floor. The kiss was never broken, their tongues continuing the erotic dance that was already started. Hanajima had learned a lot in one night with Shigure. She knew that he liked it when her tongue skimmed against the roof of his mouth. She knew he liked it when her fingers kneaded the skin and muscles of his shoulders. She knew he liked it when her hips brushed against his.

And she knew he really liked it when she moaned his name.

"Shigure...onegai...." she managed between kisses.

He shivered at the sound of his name from her lips and groaned into the kiss before breaking it. He panted heavily, working on the tie of his yukata. He'd never been more thankful for the article of clothing in his life! With the tie undone, the yukata parted. Not only were his chest and abdomen revealed to Hanajima's hungry gaze, but his erection jutted proudly from between his legs.

Hanajima licked her lips unconsciously as she gazed upon his engorged manhood. She reached for him, slipping her fingers are his throbbing cock. She held her breath, finding it difficult to breath as she began to stroke him. Then her own body caught fire as she felt his hands under her dress, his fingers massaging their way from her hips to her breasts. Was he surprised that she had neglected to put on her panties and bra? His gasp was all the answer she needed.

As his lips moved across her cheek and back to that spot on her neck just below her ear, Hanajima wrapped her legs around his middle. One hand caressing her breast under her dress, the other hand tested her readiness. He groaned in response this time, finding her hot and wet...more than ready.

With little preamble he positioned himself and in the same instant pushed inside of her. He grunted as he slid home, allowing her sigh of temporary relief to sink him further inside of her. He moved slowly at first, but the tempo quickly increased as his need demanded a high crescendo.

Hanajima answered his every thrust with one of her own. Every single one of his moans drew a moan from her. The kneading of his fingers on her breast caused her fingers to knead his butt. After one night of fun, craze-filled sex, she didn't think she'd want him again so soon. But her body accepted his every thrust with joy and satisfaction. She wanted him to move faster as the tempo of her own need began to increase ten-fold.

Shigure was moving as fast as he could, yet managed to push himself that tiniest fraction faster to match Hanajima's pace. It was mind blowing, the pace at which he moved. The friction was delicious. He'd never felt anything like it. He didn't think it could be like this...this wild...this crazy...this...enjoyable!

In a last ditch effort to reach her peak, Hanajima exerted a small amount of her denpa. The electricity crackled in the air around them. Shigure's eyes darted wide open as he felt its touch, felt it penetrate his skin and melt into his blood. With one final thrust he lost himself, pouring himself into her. Hanajima followed, the electricity in the air stunning her senses. Her mind went blank momentarily, she screamed his name in pleasure, and then collapsed unconscious on the floor.

When she finally found the strength to open her eyes, she gazed upward at the white ceiling. She felt, then saw, Shigure move beside her, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at her. Their eyes met and he smiled broadly.

"Now THAT was great sex," he commented, his smile growing. "What was it you did with your denpa?"

"I'm not sure," she replied honestly, her eyes looking back up at the ceiling. "I think it had a mind of its own. I wasn't guiding it at all. I had no control."

Shigure's smile waned a bit. "You sound...sad about that."

Hanajima nodded. "A little. I'm not used to losing control of my denpa. It can have...very destructive results." She looked at him again, a small smile forming on her lips. "But I'm thankful that it didn't do any damage. To you, or your study."

"Oh, it did something to me, all right," he replied, sitting up. "Just like you do something to me, Saki-chan."

She raised an eyebrow in question, sitting up. "Honto ni?"

"Most definitely." Shigure's smile turned into a smirk and he nodded. "There's something more to you, Saki-chan."

Intrigued, Hanajima replied, "Show me then."

In mock hurt Shigure answered, "You don't want me to tell you?"

Hanajima silenced him with a kiss.

Upstairs....

Kyo bolted upright and made to run out of the room. But two things registered rather quickly. The first was that Kagura had been laying on him and that his impulsive move had awoken her. It wasn't all that bad, considering. He knew how to calm her down now at any rate.

The second was the scream he'd heard. It was a voice he was familiar with. Hanajima. Damn, he'd forgotten she was there. Shigure had been honest about that much.

But there was something more....

"Kyo-kun?" Kagura asked sleepily. "Is everything all right?"

He grunted, smiling to himself. "Everything's fine, Kagura. Would you like some breakfast?"

The girl smiled in return, snuggling closer to him as he laid back down in bed. Her finger traced lazy circles on his chest. "But I already had breakfast, Kyo-kun."

"Then how about lunch?"

"Isn't it too early for lunch?"

He shrugged. "I suppose."

"Then how about a snack," Kagura suggested, placing a light kiss to his shoulder.

Kyo sighed. Were all women this insatiable? He shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

And for the rest of the day, a screaming contest was held in the Sohma house.

Nobody knows who won.

~FIN~