Seduced

The dragon within him stired, aching to ravish and devour the woman in his arms as he gently placed her on his bed.
Kissing and licking his way from her ankles to her mouth, Hatori decided it was time to turn the tables on her--she was going to feel the ache--the need--for her release.

Working at the buttons on both shoulders, needing to free her from the dress; Hatori felt fragile hands press against his shoulders.
The biting of Tohru's finger-nails. . .digging into his skin, barely registered in his mind.
He felt her pushing on him.
He ignored her movements.
Instead, he carefully slipped the dress off her, treating her as if she were fragile glass in his hands.

Sucking in his breath and holding it; Hatori became awestruck.
'Red really DOES suit her.'
With shaky hands he reached out to touch her, to feel her red satin lingerie beneath the tips of his fingers.
The desire to rid her body of the scraps of material shook his body.

Pushing suddenly turned into one hard shove.
"NO!"
Tohru winced at the word, but she felt herself drowning in Hatori's eagerness. Things were moving much too quickly for her--she hadn't finished with him.
She felt like an animal playing with its food. . .or a toy.

Desire turned to confusion.
Sitting up, Hatori sat on the edge of his bed.
He ran a hand through his long fringe and down his face. "I. . .I don't understand." He glanced at the child-like woman on his bed. He kept his voice steady and unemotional. "You tempt me, then you say no? Why the hell did you seduce me if you didn't want this." He rose to his feet and turned away from her. "Get out."

Suc in in a sharp breath, Tohru kept herself together. She had expected Hatori's reaction, so she had prepared herself for it--to will herself not to cry and show nothing but strength.

Closing his eyes, Hatori let out a long slow breath as he struggled to reach out for his self-control Tohru had stripped from him.
Thoughts of raping her fluttered briefly through his mind. 'After what she's put me through, she deserves it; but I have too much respect for her. . .I'm not like Akito. I won't take her innocence unless she wants me to.'
Turning, he watched as Tohru slid off the bed, tightly clutching at her dress and headed out his bedroom without a word or a glance back.

Teasing and seduction had turned into cruelty.
For a brief moment, Hatori had showed her his endless winter.
'Hmph, Rin's right--the art of seduction IS easy. . .to leave a man begging. Even if it IS cruel to toy with them first, is she right. . .or have I blown it completely?'
It was all part of her plan. . .wasn't it? She had at first felt as if things were going smoothly, but now she wasn't so sure. . .

Again, Tohru convinced herself she wasn't through with Hatori.
The game was just beginning.
She was going to show Hatori what Rin had taught her over the past few weeks--the way to dress, the way to act and more importantly--she had beeld tld to go with her instincts, to give into herself and relax.
She almost giggled; Rin would be left speechless if she knew just who was being seduced.

Only Ayame knew about her seeing Hatori; though she guessed he had already told Shigure by the way the dog had acted on the phone.
When she had placed her order with Ayame, she hadn't exactly lied to him--she just left out some details; saying she wanted to wear something special on a date she was planning for Hatori.

Ducking into the bathroom, Tohru threw her dress to one side, stripped off her bra and slipped into the long emerald nightgown she had purchased especially for Hatori.
The way it swished around her ankles tickled her. She knew she was going to find it hard walking without giggling.
She decided to keep her hair pinned in place.

Leaving the bathroom, Tohru silently padded back to Hatori's bedroom, praying he'd accept her back ihis his bed. She didn't want this night ruined because of Rin's teachings.
Shock swept through her.

Scented candles were flickering their bright flames in almost every part of the room; lapping up the darkness, replacing it with a soft light and a trail of sakura petals led to the bed. . .even from where she stood, she could see some were sprinkled on the bedcovers.
'Was I the bathroom that long?'

Polietly clearing her throat, Tohru stood tall and proud. "H. . .how did you know I wasn't going to leave?"
She watched as Hatori turned away from the slight opening in between the traditional rice-paper doors to his bedroom, letting in the cool night air.
"A. . .and where did you get all this?"
Her eyes darted around the room; the way Hatori looked with his shirt drapped open made something stir within her. It was an ache--an ache of wanting--to throw caution to the wind, to forget about her plan and just go wherever Hatori wanted to take her.

Hatori felt himself go rigid. Just when he thought Tohru couldn't surprise him anymore that night, she had re-entered the room wearing an alluring emerald nightgown.
He groaned, just as he had managed to strip her, she had gone and clothed herself again.
"I found a bag tucked away near the bed with candles inside it." He flashed a smile. "And since you smell of sakura's, I went into the main gardens for some petals, to show you I did notice."

Feeling flushed, Tohru turned her head. She didn't want Hatori to see the unshed tears in her eyes, she was scared he woud mistake them for anything but the feeling of happiness.
"I. . .it's romantic. Y. . .you did all this. . .f. . .for me?" She tripped over her words as over-whelming joy grasped at her heart. She had never imagined Hatori to be the romantic type.

Saunting over to her, Hatori pulled her close. "I've learned how to recognise the art of seduction by a woman, but you really caught me by surprise; so now, I did this all for you. I'm sorry I told you to get out. . .I really didn't mean it; please forgive me--I can be such a fool." He whispered in between planting tiny kisses up and down her throat, making sure T was was real--that she hadn't left him--afterall, he was on the brink of wanting, needing and begging.
He waited for Tohru to nod or say something, to show she did forgive him.

Licking at her lips, his voice became a harsh whisper. "Now it's my turn."
His lips hungrily found hers, yearning to make the kiss full and passionate as his tounge lapped at hers. His hands roamed up and down her back as he made sure to keep enough space between them to stop himself from changing.

"I need you," he whispered as he broke the kiss, nipping at Tohru's pouting lips.
His heart pounded, his breathing shallow.

Nodding, Tohru felt her own heart pound as she pouted from the kiss being boken. She needed his kisses like the air she breathed; she wanted to feel his lips explher her body, from the tips of her fingers to her most secret of places.

The single nod from Tohru was all that Hatori needed.
Picking her up, he strode over to his bed.
For the second time that night, he placed her on the bedcovers--this time, he wasn't going to let her get away so easily.
"Don't say no to me, not now. . .I won't be able to take it."

Biting her lower lip, Tohru shook her head as she brought Hatori close to her.
His breath was like a white-hot flame against her icy skin.
Grasping at the silky material beneath her, she absent-mindedly bent a leg, revealing the long slit in her nightgown.

Noticing the tempting offer, Hatori reached down and firmly placed a hand on her ankle; making her gasp at his sudden movement.
He let his hand softly slide up and down her leg, pausing at her knee as he found her lips with his. . .destracting her as his hand changed to the underside of her thigh and travelled further up.
His fingers brushed against the damp satiteriterial covering the one part he ached to unclothe.
She moaned into the kiss, refusing to break it.