Kyo would never, ever admit it, not to a soul, but he was afraid of lightning. And as thunder roared in the distance promising on hell of a storm, he shuddered. Pacing back and forth in his room late at night, there were only two things in his mind: the approaching doozy of a storm, and Tohru. Tohru... he rolled the name around in his mind, relishing the taste of it on his tongue. "Yes?" A voice called out quietly, almost giving him a heart attack. He spun around in fighting stance only to realize it was Tohru herself. "I... I'm sorry, Kyo-kun. Did I scare you?"
"No!" He said, too loudly. "I mean, I'm fine. Why are you up?" She stepped into his room slowly, looking around, and tapped lightly on the nearest wall, the one between her bedroom and Kyo's, and yawned widely.
"The walls are thin. I thought I heard my name, so I came to see what was the matter." She smiled sleepily. "Well, you seem okay. I'm going back to bed..." With that, she promptly sat down on his futon, snuggled into the blankets, and fell asleep.
Kyo stared at her, completely thrown off guard. It took him a minute to gather his thoughts, which were racing back and forth. She thinks she's in her own room, he realized, eyebrows raising. At that very moment Tohru moaned and rolled onto her back in her sleep, her pajama shirt riding up to reveal a smooth, pale expanse of belly. Kyo stood stock-still and stared, transfixed. He could imagine trailing his fingers across that beautiful skin, sliding his hands up into her shirt and watching her writhe and moan as he massaged her sweet breasts and teased her nipples until they were hard. Hard. He snapped back to reality and realized he was not only panting, but that his jeans had tented as well. Fuck. If that was what just thinking about her could do to him, he could only guess what would happen if he went and fulfilled those desires.
He jumped again, this time as a lightning flash lanced overhead. He sighed, and glanced over at the beautiful girl fast asleep on his futon. If only. But he sighed and dragged the spare futon out of his closet, promptly rattling his dresser loudly. To his dismay, Tohru's eyes fluttered open, her chocolate brown eyes blurry. She sat up slowly, rubbing one eye and turning to face him, where he stood covering his erection with the folded up futon and eyeing her warily. She smiled dreamily at him, eyes half-closed, as she beckoned him with one hand, patting the futon with her other. "C'mere..." Her voice was rough and sexy from sleep. How could he resist?
He edged towards her, careful to keep the futon in place. Suddenly she reached out for him, grabbing him around the waist and tugging him down with her. He winced, waiting for the usual puff of pink smoke and his cat senses arriving. Then he remembered, and thanked his lucky stars that that particular ordeal was over with. He smiled looking down at the girl with one arm and leg draped across him, her long brown hair spread out next to her. Suddenly much more comfortable - and tired - than he'd been in a long time, he lay down next to her and fell asleep with one hand around her.