Chapter 10 – Take Me

Finally!! The moment you've all been patiently waiting for! Thanks for sticking with this story so long!! (don't worry, I'm not close to the end yet)

Yuki and Kyou covered their ears the whole way home, since Shigure wouldn't stop singing the graduation theme. Tohru just smiled and accepted it. Yuki tried to speak over it.

"So Ms. Honda," he began, but was interrupted by Shigure.

"You know, Yuki, you ought to call her by her first name, since you're out of high school and all. There's no need to be formal after all this time. What's wrong? Are you shy?"

"No," sighed Yuki. "I guess I just got used to the idea of calling her that."

"Well, at least give it a try."

"Fine . . . so TOHRU, (he winced at the sound of his voice) what will you do now since high school is over? Are you planning on going to college?"

"Maybe," she replied. "I'm not sure about where I want to go. I don't even know what kind of job I want."

"Is there anything you're interested in at all?"

" . . . Well, I did think about having a job with cooking."

"Oh, like a chef?"

"Something like that."

"That would fit you well, Ms. Hon-, I mean Tohru."

"Oh, I don't know about that, but thank you. Yuki, you can still call me by my last name if you want. I admit, that's what I'm used to."

"Oh, ha-ha, okay Ms. Honda."

Once everyone got home, Yuki, Tohru, and Kyou took off their robes and put on some regular clothing. Tohru headed out the front door a couple minutes later. Kyou caught up with her.

"Hey!" he called out to her. "Wait a sec."

"Yes, Kyou?" she asked, turning around.

"Uh, about what I'm supposed to tell you, I ah . . . I'll tell you tonight."

"Kyou, if . . . if you're too scared to tell me, you don't have to . . ."

"Why do you think I'm scared?"

"You're shaking . . ."

Tohru took Kyou's shivering hand. He looked away, trying to hide the expression on his face.

"But . . . I-I have to tell you," said Kyou, hesitantly. "Cause if I don't . . . it . . . it'll haunt me."

"Haunt you?" asked Tohru. She didn't understand what was so haunting. Perhaps he was scared by something. But . . . what?

"Yeah," continued Kyou, blushing. "I'll never let myself hear the end of it. I have to tell you."

"Okay. So . . . tonight?"

"Y-Yeah. Tonight."

Tohru looked into Kyou's eyes and smiled, hoping that somehow, she could give him some courage. Whatever Kyou had to say, it made him extremely bashful. But there was something in the way Kyou looked at her. Strangely, it made her heat up in ways she never thought possible. Tohru, looking away, blushed and pulled down on the edges of her skirt nervously. She planted a slow kiss onto Kyou's lips and left for work, her mind staying on a strange and sudden subject.

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Kyou had to prepare. But the last time he tried to prepare, he lost his words. He needed a backup plan. He'd often heard from TV shows that when a man was to woo a woman, he'd treat her to something first before popping the big question; as if to settle the mood and make it right. If that could be arranged, then maybe Tohru would be calm and content enough to handle the news he'd give her.

Kyou shook his head. Why had he set his mind to this so much? It wasn't like he'd get yes for an answer. Besides, it was only the occasional, spur-of-the-moment urges from the ever persistent male hormones, right? But then again, this constant "urge" had been going on for more than a month. Maybe now was the time to relieve himself of that. Kyou figured that the sooner he got rejected, the better he'd feel in the long run.

But first things first. He'd have to find out what he'd do for Tohru this evening to set the atmosphere. He couldn't serenade; not that he wanted too since he hated to sing. He couldn't make music. He couldn't talk romantically, and he knew if he tried, it would only sound corny and wrong. But he was somewhat of a cook.

That was it! He could make Tohru an acceptable dinner to calm things down and then tell her the news. If he couldn't tell her afterwards, which he probably couldn't, he'd bring her into his room. Maybe the sight of his bed would remind him of what he wanted to say. Of course, he knew she'd say no. She was much too moral for something so . . . primeval. He wouldn't be hurt if he already knew her reply. In fact, that's what he would tell himself ALL afternoon.

"Oy, Shigure," Kyou said. Shigure peeked his head out of his office.

"Mmm, yes?" replied Shigure.

"I need ya to do me a favor."

"And WHY should I do that for you . . ."

"BECAUSE!! (sigh) . . . It's . . . It's for Tohru."

"I see. So you came for advice? I KNEW this day would come!"

"No, I'd never ask YOU for advice. I just want you to let Yuki know that I need the dining room alone tonight. I'm making Tohru d-dinner."

"But . . . what about me?"

"Eat out."

"Aww . . . fine, but you have to tell Yuki yourself!"

"But that's not fair, dammit! I hate him!!"

"Then I guess I'll stay home-"

"FINE!! I'LL ASK HIM!!"

Kyou stormed up the stairs. He knocked on Yuki's door, and then put on his best non-caring face.

"What?" asked Yuki, who had a book in his hand.

Kyou fought the urge to shout and spoke.

"Could you and S-Shigure . . . eat out today?"

"Why?"

"Because . . . I just need the dining room."

"That's rather selfish, don't you think?"

"No! Argh . . . I'mmakingTohrudinner."

"What was that?"

"I'm. Making. Tohru. DINNER."

" . . . . See, that was easier to say, now wasn't it? . . . Okay, just don't wreck the place. When do you need it?"

"Uh, now."

"Now? This better by good . . ."

Yuki closed his book. He faced Kyou one last time before going downstairs.

"I'm only doing this for Ms. Honda."

"Yeah, I hope so," scowled Kyou. "It would be queer if it wasn't. Not that you aren't queer already."

Yuki sighed and went downstairs. He went into Shigure's office and dragged him out by his ear.

"Ow! Ow! Yuki . . . wait . . . please . . . my computer."

"It'll be there when we come back. Come on, we're eating out."

"But . . . but . . . I wanna see Kyon-Kyou make a move! You're no fun Yuki . . . you're such a party-pooper."

"Well, this party-pooper doesn't want to stick around when Kyou confesses."

"Oh, hold on! I almost forgot something."

Shigure ran into his office to grab something and then ran upstairs to Kyou. He handed him a small purple package that said the word "Trojan – Regular Sized" on it. Shigure winked and went to go join Yuki.

Kyou's face turned five shades of red. He was too embarrassed to say anything to that. Instead, he tucked the condom into his pocket, hoping deep inside that he'd get to use it one day. Kyou shook his head, trying to send the sudden thought away.

"What am I THINKING?!" he thought to himself. "There's no way I should have this! I'm never going to use it! There's just no way!! . . . . . WHY AM I EVEN HOLDING ON TO IT?!"

Kyou sighed and left it in his pocket, hoping that he'd just forget about it. For now, he had other things to do. He carried down his supplies and laid them out on the dining room table. He'd deal with that later. For now, he'd work on making the food. Kyou went into the kitchen and searched the fridge.

"Dammit," he said to himself. "There's nothing in here to use. I don't even know what she wants."

Then, he remembered something. About two years ago, Tohru had gotten that call from her grandfather, telling her she could come home. She brought books with her when she went over there. Maybe she still had them.

Kyou closed the fridge door and went up to Tohru's room. He searched her bookshelf desperately, eventually finding her old home recipe cook book.

He found an easy looking recipe to use that was bookmarked by Tohru herself. It looked like one she hadn't tried yet, and it looked rather tasty. It was a type of beef stew, with Italian sausage and a side of fried shrimp and seasoned vegetables; mostly coated in basil and lemon spice.

Kyou took the book with him and walked to the nearest grocery store. He found all the ingredients, paid for them, and went back home to prepare the dish. After a while, he let all the items cook in the broth of the soup. In the meantime, he set up the table with orange and yellow flowers as a center piece, which he found in the cupboard from last year's Golden Week celebration. The bowls were a dull tan and the table cloth was a clean, bright white.

Kyou added two, long, yellow candles and lit them with a flame. Everything was almost done and Tohru was due home soon. Kyou mentally checked everything he had laid out. The table was dressed, the soup was done, and he was somewhat worthy in presentation. He hoped that his best pair of jeans and nicest shirt were enough. He didn't have any suits or bow ties to impress Tohru with.

Kyou wasn't big on the decorations, but he was rather surprised on how he did for an afternoon's work. Now all he had left to be sure of was what he had to confess tonight. Suddenly, he heard the front door open. His knees began to shake and his shirt collar got increasingly tight. He did the best he could to bring himself together and wobbled on over to the front door.

Kyou greeted Tohru in the dim lit hallway.

"H-Hey," he stuttered, pleasantly. Tohru smiled and gave him a hug. She looked confused for a moment and sniffed the air.

"Are . . . are you wearing . . . cologne?"

"Uhh . . ." stumbled Kyou. "Y-Yeah . . ."

" . . . . A-And is something cooking?"

"Yeah. Hey, I want ya to see something. But you have to close your eyes first."

"O-Okay."

As Tohru closed her eyes, Kyou blushed shamefully at his attempt at being romantic. He lightly held her hand, leading her to the dining room.

"Okay, open them," he added. Tohru opened her eyes and beamed.

"Wow Kyou! You did all of this?"

"Yeah. This is only part of it. Sit down for a sec."

Tohru sat at the candle lit table, feeling really useless.

"D-Do you need help with anything? The food, perhaps?"

"Nope," Kyou replied, rolling his eyes. "Just stay put. I'll take care of it."

"But . . ."

"Look, I'm treating YOU. So stay put."

Kyou left the kitchen and came back with a warm, fragrant pot of stew. Tohru blushed happily and let Kyou serve her some. She took a bite and Kyou waited nervously.

"How is it?" Kyou asked curiously, looking away with doubt.

"It's delicious!" cried Tohru, her face full of delight. She took a couple more bites. "This is really good! You cook very well, Kyou!"

Kyou shrugged shyly and ate some of his soup.

During the rest of dinner, they shared several conversations and laughed. Kyou did his best to keep the mood light and merry, though he could see that he wasn't the only one feeling nervous. Tohru was very happy, as he could see, but she seemed . . . restless. But either way, she happily talked on with him until way after dinner. Later than expected, they quickly cleaned off their plates and headed upstairs.

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Kyou closed his bedroom door while Tohru sat on his futon nearby. Kyou gulped and avoided her eyes. He sat down beside her and looked to the floor.

"So," started Tohru, "a-are we going to talk now?"

"Y-Yeah," said Kyou, shifting uncomfortably. Tohru snuggled in beside him and focused her full attention on him.

"Well," began Kyou, "this . . . this isn't easy for me to say, but it's important for you to know. Because, I know that eventually, you'll find out . . . s-somehow . . ."

"Why are you upset?" asked Tohru, suddenly. "You looked rather worried . . ."

"It's not that I'm upset. I'm . . . I'm . . . I'm . . . s-scared . . ."

Kyou hid his frightened face in his hands and sighed. He couldn't believe his eyes were watering. Of all times, it had to be NOW. He slyly wiped his eyes and collected his voice.

"Well, not . . . not really scared, I just . . . I don't know. I just . . . I want to say that . . ."

Kyou sighed and took Tohru's hand in his.

"Tohru, you know that I'd never hurt you, right?"

"Y-Yes," Tohru said, cautiously. "But why do you look so sad?"

"I'm not sad, I'm . . . I'm longing for . . . for something."

"What is it?"

"You'd . . . you have to understand that I'm a guy and sometimes . . . well, when I lo- . . . l-love someone, I have a certain . . . w-want. To be close to the one I'm with. M-Much closer than usual."

" . . . Kyou?"

"Tohru . . . m-m-may I have you t-tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"I . . . I-I . . . I want to . . . to . . . HAVE you. I want to have . . . to have l-love with you . . . I-I want . . . t-to have . . . s-sex."

Tohru's eyes widened, but Kyou couldn't see because he was hiding his face in his shaking hands. Tohru's corners of her mouth started to involuntarily move upward, causing her to make an confusing smile. How could this be true? How could Kyou possibly want the same thing as her?

She thought she was just going through a disgusting, dirty stage in her life. The constant dreams, the hot flashes at night, and the constant tingling sensation she got whenever she thought this way. It was all good to be true. Too good. She felt so ashamed and embarrassed by the fact she too wanted to commit this forbidden act. Even Kyou looked so much more pure than her. It was all too much to take in after dinner.

Tohru got up and started to back away from Kyou slowly. Kyou lost his cool and broke down quickly, his voice whimpering.

"Y-YOU DON'T HAVE TO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO! Just . . . please . . . d-don't be scared. Please don't be angry . . . please . . . I-I just thought I'd . . . I'd let you know . . ."

Kyou felt his palms and knees sweating greatly as he prepared for the worst. How could he act this way?! He knew ALL along that she would never say yes. It was her nature! And yet, here he was, standing before her, his legs shaking with difficulty, his eyes threatening to let the tears overflow, and the fear that his relationship with Tohru was over. How could he let this happen?

Kyou sat back down on his futon, and hung his head low in defeat. Tohru came back to his side and sat down after seeing him react so fearfully. Maybe he really did want this. Maybe he was just scared after all. Why didn't she see it? Boy had she been selfish. The only reason he hid it so long was because he was afraid to hurt her.

Tohru twiddled her fingers and blushed, trying to think of what to say. How would she accept? What words could she use without feeling like a pervert? The whole come-hither look would only make it worse, and all she could think of was dirty replies that she had never thought of before. She was so surprised that Kyou felt the same way, but she was so terrified! Kyou looked just as bad. She had to say, something.

"Kyou," she started, "I . . . I . . . don't know what to say. But inside of me is saying that . . . t-this is right. But I don't know how to . . . to . . ."

Tohru's eyes brimmed with liquid and soon, it overflowed onto her burning cheeks. She sobbed loudly, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Kyou, feeling pretty rotten with himself, held her in his arms and tried to calm her down silently. After her sobbing stopped, she began to talk.

"I . . . I want to do it . . . w-with you. But . . . will . . . w-will it hurt?"

" . . . It might," said Kyou, wiping her eye with his hand. "I wouldn't know because I've never done it before."
"I don't know, Kyou. It . . . It could be really risky . . ."

"I . . . I have a condom . . . y-you know, for protection. It'll keep you from getting pregnant."

"Um . . . um . . . I want to, but . . . I'm so scared . . . I-"

"It's your choice. Don't say yes because ya feel like ya have to. Just remember that . . . that . . . you know . . . I c-care about you either way. That'll never change. I'm sorry I made you cry. I didn't want you to be uncomfortable. I just want you to know that . . . that . . . I-I'm scared too. If you do want to do it, you know . . . I . . . I wont hurt you. I'll be gentle . . ."

"It's alright. I . . . I can see why it took you so long to talk to me."

"Don't rush your answer. Take as long as you need to."

" . . . . . . . . . A-Actually, I . . . I WANT to do it. T-Tonight."

"T-Tonight?!"

"Y-Yes, tonight."

Tohru leaned onto Kyou's front side, burrowing her face into his chest. She laid a hand on his arm and ran her hand down to his palm. She held it tightly, making Kyou blush heavily.

"I . . ." she continued. "I want you . . . Kyou. I want you to . . . to be one with me . . . . . . b-because I . . . I . . . because I lo- . . . ."

Kyou smiled tenderly and caressed the side of her face.

"I love you too . . ."

Kyou kissed Tohru lightly on the lips shyly, and then started to get bolder. He kissed her harder, thrusting his tongue in gently and wiping the tears from Tohru's face. But when he opened his eyes, he saw that it wasn't tears. It was sweat.

Tohru's skin had heated so much that she started to perspire. From her forehead to her chin, she was slightly dripping from her nervousness. Across her cheeks, her skin was as red as sunburn.

Kyou closed his eye and laid his forehead on her's, kissing the tip of her nose. Tohru embraced his hand within her's and squeezed it tight, sighing softly.

"I . . . I," she cooed, "I . . . I think I'm ready . . ."

She rubbed her cheek against Kyou's and waited. He smiled and kissed the top of her lip. Curiously, he ran his hand gently on her inner thigh, as if to test the waters. She shivered but didn't pull back.

Kyou got up and walked over to the window and opened the binds, letting the moonlight shine all the way through. He then walked over to his bedroom's light switch and turned it off, seeing only the soft, blue-lit silhouette of Tohru, who was lying patiently on the bed below. Kyou, who felt throbbing sensations in places other than his heart, gulped and softly made his way over to the silent girl in heat.

Oh my . . . . . Should I write the lemon or not? I can't decide!! One: I've never done one before. Two: It'll probably suck. Three: I feel so ASHAMED!! Ha ha, oh well. We'll see. Maybe if I get some feedback from you guys, maybe you can tell if you want the lemon scene or not. I don't want to offend anyone reading this story. Then again it IS rated M . . . . . Anyway, hoped you liked this chapter!! I sure did! - dragondustbubblez