Comforting Miaka
  
  By Sephira jo
  
  Email address: Sephirajo@aol.com
  
  Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yugi.  Nope.  Don't sue me. ^_^
  
  Rated nc17 for sexual situations and a bunch of Luvy-dovey stuff. 
  Fushigi Yugi belongs to Yu Watase and also to Pioneer Animation, TV
  Tokyo and all other respective copy write holders.  This being a lowly
  fanfic know that I am making no money off this once so ever!  Not even a
  fraction of a penny will come to my pocket for writing this.  But that 
  okay, after all that  what fan fiction is all about!  So enjoy!
  
  Side Note: This story kinda sort of takes place after Miaka  suicide
  attempt after being attacked by Tamahome.  As we all know she is saved
  by Hotohori.  Ah hell this is just a treat for fans of the Hotohori
  Miaka relationship, okay?  Just enjoy!
  
  Miaka woke up after thinking she heard footsteps in her room.  Sitting
  up straight she looked around in the darkness trying to see who it was
  that woke her up, but the room was empty and some how different then
  before.  With a start Miaka finally realized where she was, Hotohori 
  chambers.  She was in the large bed in his room.  
  
  Miaka tried to remember how she had came to be there but the only thing
  she could recall was the overwhelming feeling of despair she had felt of
  Tamahome  betrayal.  And then waking out to the series of lakes and
  pounds that seemed to stretch on for miles on the grounds of Konan 
  capital she had been walking with the intention of losing her self for
  ever in the vast waters and now she was back inside.  Miaka curled up
  into a ball on the large mattress, tears again staining her eyes and
  flowing down her cheeks.  The tears surprised her because she was sure
  that she had cried her self dry with all the tears she had shed for love
  lost that day.
  
   Miaka? she heard a voice call and she looked up to see Hotohori  face
  over her.  Hotohori gently picked up Miaka and cradled her in his strong
  arms.  His embrace was warm and Miaka buried her head in his chest
  letting his hair spill over her like a small blanket.     so glad you e
  all right Miaka, Hotohori said gently as he pulled her even closer to
  him,   thought we had lost you. 
  
  Miaka looked up at him slowly and saw the concern that lit his amber
  eyes.  She tried to manage a reassuring smile but she couldn't  make the
  expression and instead she felt her lips waver, and could feel more
  tears running down her face.  Hotohori  hand brushed away the tears
  leaving trails of fire in their wake.  He tilted her face up to face
  him, his expression unfailingly gentle and filled with the love he felt
  towards her.
  
   an  I be the one closest to you? Hotohori asked softly his words shook
  with the longing and love he felt for the woman he held in his arms. 
  Miaka stared at him blankly for a moment wondering just what he meant
  before his meaning became clear.  She wasn't  sure what she should think
  or do, Tamahome had turned his back on her in favor of Yui, perhaps for
  good.  Hotohori had also always loved her and Miaka right now just
  needed someone to hold.
  
  With out quite aware of what she was doing she nodded her head and saw
  Hotohori smile softly.  Slowly he lifted her face to meet his and
  touched his lips to hers in a kiss.  Hotohori  kisses started out soft
  and gentle his strong lips moving over Miaka  as if getting a feel for
  the movement of hers.  He slowly leaned Miaka back onto the bed, never
  taking his lips from hers.  As she felt her head touch the pillow behind
  her Miaka let out a small sigh of relief only to have Hotohori slide his
  tongue into her mouth.
  
  Miaka let a shocked moan and was ready to resist when the rebellious
  part of her took over.  Why shouldn  she indulge herself with Hotohori? 
  After all Tamahome was gone, he now wanted her dead and every night he
  went to Yui  bed.  If she could never have Tamahome, there was another
  man who had always loved her, and in her own way she had always loved
  him back.  Now, she decided, she would give not only her heart, but her
  body to Hotohori this night.  At least she could take some comfort
  somewhere.
  
  Her decision made Miaka kissed Hotohori back sliding her tongue into his
  mouth to slowly dance with his.  Their kiss excided her and she moaned
  underneath him her hands now running through his hair, stroking his
  broad chest.  Hotohori kissed matched her passion in their kiss, now
  taking it ever deeper.  Tasting her lips and her more forcefully, he
  feasted on her lips and his hands now worked at the small robe Miaka was
  wearing, finding an opening and exposing her flesh to the air of the
  bedroom and to his strong touch.
  
  Miaka was surprised at his exploring fingers and wanted his hands on her
  body.  She moved underneath him hoping to give him better access to her
  flesh.  Her movements allowed him to undo the binding that held her robe
  in place and opened her flesh to him and to the world they were creating
  around them.  His hands slowly began to caresses her breasts, gently
  kneading them and brushing against her nipples.  Hotohori slowly brought
  their kiss to an end and Miaka felt bereft, but only for a moment as his
  lips began to kiss her neck and moved slowly down to her breasts.  
  
  Miaka gasped when the Hotohori  lips enclosed around one nipple, biting
  and teasing it with his tongue, caressing the other one with his hand. 
  Miaka could feel something changing in her a heat building slowly
  between her legs.  In that moment Miaka understood exactly where this
  was leading them and she wanted to know the release that would come with
  the touch of his shaft to the warm flesh of her womb.  Hotohori though
  was taking his time, after he had teased one breast with his lips he
  moved on to the next one, liking, tasting and nibbling Miaka  sweet
  flesh.  She was fresh and new and Hotohori couldn  get enough of her.  
  
  He slowly moved his kisses downward listening to Miaka  gasps, moans and
  sighs of pleasure.  He longed to take her right then.  To strip off the
  clothes that seemed a prison to him and free his aching member and
  impale her sweet body upon his.  But he wanted her to know pleasure too. 
  He wanted her to taste the sweet love and ecstasy that she gave him with
  her very presence.  He moved his lips down and slowly he spread her legs
  and began to kiss the opening to her very soul.
  
  All the things Miaka was expecting to happen were shattered when
  Hotohori  lips and tongue began to caress the opening between to her
  legs.  He found something there apparently and began to suck and nibble
  in such a way that Miaka  body began to shake from ecstasy and the small
  moans she had been voicing before became cries of pleasure.  With each
  stroke of his tongue and each touch of his lips upon her clit she felt
  herself float higher and higher on a cloud of love and passion.  She
  couldn  wait anymore, she needed to have him inside of her, or this
  would kill her as surely as breathing in the waters of Konan  vast
  gardens would have.
  
  "Hotohori . . . please!" Miaka managed to gasp between ragged sighs and
  pants of passion.
  
  "Please what, Miaka?" Hotohori asked slowly lifting his head from her
  and looking down upon her body.  Her body, it seemed to glow in the
  dimly lit room.  She was like the sun to him, without her he could never
  even began each day.  She was the center of his universe and he wanted
  her to know it.  Hotohori didn't  want to force her into anything she
  wasn  ready to do.  He wanted her to say it, and then he would give her
  what ever she asked without regret.
  
   "I need you.  I need to have you inside of me, I want you to love me,"
  Miaka finished, looking Hotohori in the eyes.  Eyes that were filled
  with love and passion, he bent down and kissed her deeply and Miaka
  tasted the odd mix of her juices and his unique taste mix together in
  her mouth.  He broke the deep kiss and Miaka watched him as he slowly
  removed first his shirt, and then as he removed his breeches setting
  himself free.  
  
  Miaka gasped at the sight of him, she had never before seen a man that
  close and he was beautiful.  Hotohori was built perfectly every muscle
  of him was just right.  And Miaka felt no fear at the sight of his large
  shaft, which seemed to be pointed at her in the room  dim light.  He
  positioned himself between her legs and Miaka could feel it pressing and
  nudging its way inside of her.
  
  Hotohori seemed to hesitate for a moment before plunging his huge tarse
  into her body.  Miaka stiffened with pain, but it was a short lived
  sensation as Hotohori began to move in and out of her with a passion
  that left Miaka breathless.  And then there was no pain the only thing
  that was left was a growing feeling of pleasure that seemed to become
  greater with every stroke.  Hotohori was moaning in passion now, letting
  loose a series of groans and half spoken words that robbed Miaka of her
  ability to think clearly.
  
  The whole world now focused on that spot between Miaka  legs as Hotohori
  thrust himself inside of her again and again, seemingly deeper each
  time, leaving no part of her untouched.  The feeling of her soft, moist
  flesh around him caused his mind to blank and in that moment he felt
  himself explode inside of Miaka.  The resulting cry from her was almost
  enough to make him come again as he felt her muscles spasm around him.  
  
  Spent Hotohori lay down slowly and in such a way as not to burden Miaka,
  he didn't  want to leave the warmth of her body just yet.  Miaka looked
  up at him with love in her eyes before the weight of sleep caught up
  with her and she drifted off.  Hotohori held her close and slept as
  well, unaware that even as he did so Miaka dreamed a conflicting dream
  about both Tamahome and Hotohori, her heart confused.
  
    "I love you Miaka," Hotohori whispered in his sleep, as the tears
  again began to well from Miaka  eyes.