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A series of Fruits
Basket vignettes by Sakura.
Standard disclaimers
apply.
The following are
[1] occasionally
Yuki-centric, occasionally Tohru-centric, but hopefully more Yukiru-centric
than anything else (?);
[2] written without
canon in mind;
[3] maybe not for the
glucose intolerant.
Notes to follow.
NOTE: This came out of nowhere; think of it as an
extra act.
For Belle-nee, whose
package made me sparkle. XD
A bit lemon-scented.
Tweaked slightly
2004.12.09.
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02.5 Summer
Yuki
kept his eyes closed even as he felt the sheets slowly shift underneath him, smoothly
sliding against his skin like water. At first he wondered if he was having
another one of his crazy dreams, but eventually realized it was just Tohru, who
had gotten up and was now trying to get the bed into some semblance of order
without rousing him from his nap. Through the haze in his mind, he heard her
mumble as she worked: oh no it's two in the afternoon maybe I ought to call
the nearby soba-ya for lunch I wonder what Yuki-kun would like...
There came the soft patter of feet, the rustle of fabric, then the creaking of windows being opened. The afternoon breeze stole into the room, past the drawn back curtains. It felt cool on his flushed skin. Yuki shifted to lie on his side, burying his face in the pillow.
It
smelled like her.
There
came the footsteps again, pausing every now and then as Tohru tsked and sighed.
She was probably picking up the articles of clothing they had so impatiently
struggled out of, carelessly tossed onto the floor --- trousers, socks,
underwear, polo shirt, cotton dress... That pretty yellow cotton dress that
made her skin glow. To him it seemed like it had a thousand buttons and it
frustrated him every time he had to take it off her, but then she would take
his hand and guide his fingers in unfastening each button, all the while
watching him with darkened eyes.
It
was enough to undo him.
The
pillow shifted gently underneath his head. "Yuki-kun? Yuki-kun, wake
up."
"Mmmmm."
"We
have to eat lunch."
"Mmmmm."
The
cushion squeaked and shifted as she got back into bed with him.
"Yuki-kun."
"Five
minutes," came his muffled reply.
"One
minute."
"Three."
"One."
Her tone was stern.
He
turned around to lie on his back and found her leaning over him, brown hair
drifting past her bare shoulders like a waterfall.
"One
minute," she said again, firmly.
Gazing
up at her, he smiled.
It
worked.
She
bent down to brush lips against his forehead, and she looked so lovely, so
charming, that he just had to draw her to him and kiss her properly. Her mouth
was warm and sweet, and her hair felt like silk against his skin.
He
will never get enough of her.
Never.
"Lunch?"
She half-whispered, half-sighed as he lingered on the sensitive spot on her
throat. "Lunch, Yuki-kun?"
"Lunch,"
he murmured against her skin, "and dinner, and breakfast the day
after."
She
flushed deeply at his words, but when he pulled her down with him, she let
herself be led, and very willingly so.
[ end act 02.5 ]
Embarrassing Request:
There
is a third act to Closer, the only copy of which I have is on a virus-laden
backup disc that is impossible to access.
I used to have the file up at the mocchafrapp ML, but for some reason I
wasn’t able to save a copy before I deleted it (I’m such an idiot!), so if
anyone on the ML was able to save a copy of Closer 03 – Camera, please mail it
to me at milchstrasse @ gmail.com.
Thank you!
Sakura
http://www.geocities.com/naikouteki