1I'm sorry about the major delay (writers block. . .--) Well anyways, I hope you enjoy this last chappy!

Yes, it will contain a major lemon! Wee! .

Also, updates on my next fic will be coming on my userpage soon!

Tohru, Yuki, and Kyo arrived home after school to hear unintelligible shouting emanating from upstairs.

"Oh, man!" Kyo exclaimed. "I've never heard Hatori lose his temper before."

Yuki shook his head. "Me neither, but Shigure would be the one to do it." He paused. "Come to think of it I've never heard Shigure lose his temper before either."

Tohru wrung her hands. "I hope everything's O.K."

The three of them jumped when they heard the loud clap of a door slamming. Shigure walked calmly downstairs.

"Well?" Yuki asked.

"Well what?"

"Well are you going to tell us what that was all about?" Kyo raised his voice.

"Oh, well, not really." Shigure smiled and danced out of the room. "I'd avoid Ha'ri if I were you, though!" He sang.

"One of these days I'm going to send him off the roof." Kyo muttered.

Tohru walked nervously upstairs. She didn't want to interfere with the goings on of family fights, and she really didn't want to get between the cousins, but she really really wanted to comfort Hatori in his obvious discomfort. He was standing in the hallway when she finished ascending the stairs. His face was dark and strained. In the shadows he looked down right scary!

Tohru blushed and stammered. "Hatori, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be out of your room."

His face softened. He smiled. "No, it's just if you were Shigure I was going to send you off the roof."

He tousled her hair as she walked by. She looked into his eyes and smiled with the warmth to melt any glacier. Shigure's right, but like hell if I'm going to tell him.' His heart jumped into his throat with the thoughts that plagued his mind. He had to tell her. Even if it meant nothing to her, she had the right to make that decision for herself. "Tohru, I need to tell you something."

She looked hopefully into his evergreen eyes. "Yes, Hatori?"

Someone was thudding their way up the stairs. Tohru grabbed Hatori's hand, pulled him into her room, and shut her door behind him. Hatori laughed. The gods were once again conspiring against him.

"What's funny?" Tohru asked.

"I always get interrupted." He replied, eyes twinkling. He sighed. "Tomorrow, do you have to work?"

"No."

"Good, I would be much obliged if you would come and see me after school." He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. "No interruptions." There was no way he was letting her get away from him this time. I won't go back to that empty house hopeless.'

Hatori grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. He kissed her sweetly, but without abandon. Tohru melted into his kiss. Hatori had been so standoffish since he had gotten here. Excluding their brief exchange in the bathroom on Friday evening. He ran his hands through her soft hair, savoring every sensation. He pulled away and looked longingly into her eyes.

"For now, though, I need to get home. I have a lot of things to attend to."

She smiled. "I'll hurry over." She assured him.

He was lost in the depth of her eyes. She became lost in the torrents of his kisses. So sweet, so longing, they filled her with the hope she had been trying to let go. He left one final kiss on her rose petal lips. Hatori smiled brighter than she had ever seen him smile. "Until tomorrow." He whispered. He went to gather his things.

Tohru crept downstairs with the quiet hush that can only accompany one completely saturated with good feelings. How could she possibly wait to see him again? Hatori followed shortly there after. He paused to say goodbye.

"Where's Shigure?" He asked. Kyo pointed into the kitchen. He followed Kyo's directions. "Shigure, I'm heading out."

Shigure turned. "I knew you'd make the right decision."

"I didn't tell her."

Shigure smiled. "But you will."

"You're an ass."

"I know."

Hatori wasn't able to eat any breakfast. He wasn't able to eat any lunch for that matter either. He kept checking the clock as time ticked slowly by; he was aware of each passing second. He was anxious, but he was happy. Not even Akito's unpleasant commentary was able to shake the hope out of Hatori's heart. She might not accept me, but at least I won't regret anything.' He thought.

Tohru also was having a difficult time concentrating on anything but the ticking clock. Her stomach was turning. I wonder what he wants to tell me…' Sitting at the lunch table she discovered she was having a hard time swallowing. The food kept getting stuck in her throat. I think it's good news. Maybe he wants to stay with me.' She nervously tossed her lunch back into her bag.

"You O.K. Tohru?" Uo asked.

Tohru blushed and nodded. "I'm anxious for some reason."

Hana eyed her suspiciously. "You seem more absentminded than usual."

Tohru's blush deepened. She shrugged. "I didn't get much sleep last night." Which was true, of course, but she felt bad for once again having to conceal things from her closest friends. The bell rang; the day was only half over.

It was time. She should be getting here soon.' Hatori thought, glancing at the clock. He nervously paced about.

Tohru knocked on the door of Hatori's house, though she was sure he could hear her approaching by the incessant thumping of her heart. Hatori appeared at the door almost instantly. He looked good, more than good. His white coat accentuated his height as his stethoscope draped gracefully around his neck. He smiled warmly and motioned for her to come in.

He's back to his constant state of composure.' Tohru thought.

"I have some water boiling, would you like some tea?" Hatori asked politely. He seemed calm, but he was freaking out internally. He was certain his voice sounded strained, and a bit too loud. Tohru, on the other hand, appeared unusually calm.

"Yes, please." She replied. Yikes, my voice sounds weird!' She thought. Compared to Hatori's calm demeanor, she was a wreck! She let her breath go as she watched him disappear into the kitchen. She chewed nervously on her lip.

Hatori finally emerged with two cups of tea. Somewhere along the line he had removed his white coat and other implements of medicine. He sat next to Tohru; his leg brushed hers. She sipped her tea. The flush from the warm liquid spread from her cheeks down her chest. Hatori followed it, tracing her neckline with his eyes. She pulled the cup away. Moisture remained on her heat-swollen lips. They glistened under the light making them more inviting than usual. He moved in hesitantly, asking for a kiss. Tohru responded with heavy lidded eagerness. Her eyelashes kissed her cheek as their lips met. Her tiny hands explored the vastness of his torso as she found herself moving to straddle him. She toyed with his starched white collar peeking out from underneath his soft sweater. Hatori slid his hands underneath her uniform top, skimming along the sensual curves of her delicate back. Tohru rocked in his lap causing him to flex his hips in response. She moaned, a whisper in his ear.

"Tohru." He mumbled, forcing her chin up with his nose. He snuggled behind her ear as he kissed her throat softly. "To my room?" He whispered.

Tohru nodded and latched her legs securely behind him. He stood, careful to keep the few inches between them and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her on his bed, reclaiming her lips.

Tohru was in a state of utter happiness. So this is what he wanted to tell me.' She thought. He really does want to be with me.' She sighed breathily as Hatori's hands found the hem of her skirt. He cupped the inside of her thigh.

Tohru's hands were busy exploring Hatori's torso. She freed his dress shirt from his pants and ran her tiny hands along his sides and back. He sighed at her touch. It feels so good to be touched like that.' He pushed her underwear aside and teased her clitoris with his thumb. She felt like she was having convulsions. She couldn't control her muscles as they contracted and relaxed in time with Hatori's motions. An outcropping of emotions suddenly overwhelmed Hatori. He watched Tohru twitch beneath his fingers, arching as she moaned his name. His name. Beautiful Tohru, her cheeks stained with the blush of an approaching orgasm, her fingers latched into his dark hair. She would give him anything. Hatori was never more sure of anything in his life. He withdrew his hands from beneath her skirt and placed on her stomach. He watched it rise and fall for a few moments. He could feel his heart pulsing in his throat. Anxiety electrified every ounce of his being. Leaning on his elbow, he supported his head.

"Tohru," He whispered softly. "I love you."

Tohru drew her breath in sharply. Had she heard him correctly? She turned her head and stared deep into his eyes, searching for verification. Her mouth parted slightly. Hatori noted the delicate way in which her hair spilled over her blush stained cheek. He gently tucked it behind her ear, his fingers lingering like feathers on her delicate cheek. Her heart raced and her stomach tightened.

"Oh, Hatori." She replied, beneath the twilight of a whisper. "I love you, too."

A kiss. It was a deep imploring kiss that exposed the lovers to each other as their soft tears mingled on their cheeks. I love you to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. Hatori undressed Tohru, washed with the tranquility that cascaded from her being. His hands journeyed about her naked form as she fumbled with his buttons and slid her delicate palms along his smooth chest and over his broad shoulders. His shirt fell to the floor among the other various articles of clothing.

Tohru's body ached for release as she pulled Hatori's pants down past his ankles. She could feel the familiar tension building as she ventured to place kisses along the inside of his thigh. Hatori inhaled deeply as her mouth brushed over his erection. She dabbled her tongue around his head. He moaned passionately, grabbing the tiny hand that was not gripping his shaft. Tohru slowly engulfed him; she moaned, sending shivers up his spine. She passed over him like a languid breeze, setting a leisurely pace ever so suitable for this intimate exposition. Hatori sat up and began to stroke her trembling pudendum. She arched her back into his touch.

"Hatori," she whispered.

He smiled warmly. She consumed his being. He pulled her up to him, and rubbed his fingers along the furrows of her nether region. The twittering anticipation overwhelmed her sensations. She shivered loudly as he grazed her elusive nub. He pushed his fingers inside of her and supported her as she nearly collapsed onto him.

He laid her down beside him, kissing her from her neck to her pelvic bone. He delved into her, savoring the very taste of her wet offerings. He lapped into her as his head was pressed between her soft thighs. He softly caressed her insides with his nimble tongue until Tohru could no longer stand the anticipation. She whimpered softly, pleading by squeezing the hand that rest upon her bare stomach.

Hatori smiled and rose from between her legs. He positioned himself over her, as the heat from her core beckoned his penetration. He kissed her cheek with a hushed grace, took her hand in his, and entered into her awaiting depths. Tohru threw her head back, letting out a breathy moan. Hatori exhaled deeply. He could hardly believe it had ever felt this good before. Her tight muscles gripped his penis as he dabbled in and out of her slick center. The two were suspended in each other. They floated freely throughout the other like dust among the sunlit seawater. They continued their slow rhythmic pace like a soft dance as long as their bodies could handle. Each catered to the others ever desire, joining thrust for thrust. Tohru moaned arching her hips pleadingly into Hatori's. He succumbed to his carnal desires. He picked up the pace. Tohru lifted her hips to allow Hatori deeper entrance inside her. He slid a pillow under her pelvis and moaned as he felt his head graze her cervix. She cried out, epitomizing the pleasure pain dichotomy that pulsed through her veins. She locked her legs around his hips. Hatori began to thrust more and more violently, slamming into Tohru as she twisted with agonizing pleasure. It escalated more and more, until she felt she would burst. She shuddered, but her orgasm refused to relieve her. She screamed and gripped the sheets until her knuckles turned white. Hatori penetrated her core, faster and faster. Tohru's screams echoed throughout the bedroom as she pleaded with her body to release the condensed tension. Hatori thrust deep into her with one final plunge. Shockwaves ripped through her body as it finally released the knot in one giant explosion. Hatori flexed into her as his cum spilled from the tip of his pulsing penis. His eyes were wide, but as clouded as the semen he sent deep into Tohru's body. She held him down as the aftershocks continued to slam through her body, causing her to twitch and gasp every time.

Hatori collapsed beside her, remaining joined with her at the hips. His smile reflected through every fiber of his being. He was completely and utterly happy. Tohru snuggled into his neck collecting his dark scent in her nose. She sighed contently.

"I second that." Hatori whispered, deeply kissing his mistress.

She cupped his face between her hands, brushing the remaining strands of silken hair away from his face. "You're so… amazing." She whispered.

His smile warmed, if that was even possible. "I doubt that," he mumbled, "but if you think I'm good enough for your love… I'll never complain." He paused. "Tohru, I love you more fully, more completely than I ever imagined possible. You'll never need to doubt that."

Her eyes glistened. "I love you, too, Hatori." She smiled. "Sometimes dreams do come true."

I'd like to say that the couple lived happily ever after, but that is never quite the case, as it seems to be in fairytales. Indeed, they have a long road ahead of them, in their dealings with Akito and whatnot, but also in their journey to define and create their perception of happiness. Someday, Hatori will offer Tohru the diamond ring and silk oni that used to belong to his mother. But in joy comes pain, because eventually they will have to confront Akito with their love. But through pain, one finds strength. This couple truly is armed with the strength to battle their toughest adversaries. They will fight for each other with unparalleled devotion. There is truly a long journey before these new lovers. There will be tears, but there will also be tears of joy; there will be pain and sorrow, but the rewards of steadfast love is a story that has penetrated the centuries. Love is patient; love is kind.

"Tohru," Hatori whispered to his beauty, asleep amidst torrents of hair. He kissed her cheek. Tohru, Agape, Love.' "You are better than any dream I've ever imagined."