Author's Note: Just a little lemony-fresh escapism. I might add more chapters, we'll have to see! But this story will be heavy on the citrus.

"Mmhhh...Tohru...I can't...ngh..."

Tohru leaned forward, her hair falling over her shoulders and brushing around Kyo's face. Her voice husky, she murmured, "Then don't."

It was all too much for Kyo. The featherlight touch of her hair, the husky tone of her voice. The sight of her straddling his hips, riding him. The hot, slick tightness enveloping him. And her words, pushing him right over the edge.

He lost it. Groaning and biting his lower lip, Kyo bucked up against her, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her thighs. Eyes closing, head tilting back, he was lost in a crescendo of sweet pleasure that kicked every rational thought or word from his head. And as it receded, he sighed happily, letting his head fall back to rest on the floor.

"You looked like you enjoyed that," Tohru's teasing, slightly breathless voice caused him to open his eyes again, and he smiled up at her. She was still straddling him, but was no longer moving; just lying on top of him, her forearms resting on his chest and her hands gently caressing his face.

'Enjoyed that,' indeed.

Kyo smiled, reaching up to stroke Tohru's cheek and tuck some of her hair back behind her ear. "Yeah, you could say that." It was a grotesque understatement, but she could say that. "But you know," he said, his voice turning slightly accusatory, "You didn't have to jump me."

Tohru gave him her best innocent look. "I did not jump you!"

"Yeah, you did."

"I didn't!"

He laughed and hugged her against him. "Hey, I'm not complaining! But you did jump me."

"I really didn't, Kyo."

"Well, what would you call it, then?"

She propped herself up on her forearms and thought a little bit, then grinned at him. "I would say that I 'intensely suggested.'"

"Intensely suggested."

"That's right, intensely suggested." She looked so virtuous that Kyo couldn't help but chuckle; they both knew she was blowing smoke, but neither one of them minded. Though it was hard to mind pretty much anything right now, as far as Kyo was concerned.

"Tohru, you came up behind me, slipped your hand in my pants, and asked if I was ready to fuck."

"Exactly, I 'intensely suggested!'"

Kyo was laughing again; he loved how proud she looked of her absurd logic. He wasn't going to complain, whatever she was going to call it.

Tohru giggled as well, then leaned down and gave him a kiss. "And you were ready, so there's no problem."

"No, no problem, it's just...you really felt the need to 'intensely suggest' here, huh?" He was still very amused, and that amusement showed. Tohru immediately went into defensive mode again.

"I'll remind you that this pretty much the one time in our lives where we have complete social permission AND expectations to have sex, Kyo." She was wearing her 'virtuous' look again, one that Kyo found especially amusing right now, juxtaposed as it was with her almost naked body still straddling him. "So... why not have sex?"

"Still no complaints here! I agree with all of that, it's just..." Kyo chuckled and tilted his head back, glancing at the door just a few feet behind his head. "I wasn't expecting we'd get sidetracked before we even made it out of the entryway."

Tohru sat up and looked around, then looked down at Kyo with a mildly sheepish grin. "Well, maybe I could have waited until we actually got into the cabin proper. But..." She leaned down again, capturing Kyo's lips in a nice, leisurely kiss before letting him go. "I didn't want to."

"You didn't want to."

"No, not really."

He laughed again, crossing his arms behind his head and looking up at her. She was beautiful and unashamed, her hair tousled, her skin flushed; other than a bra, she was completely naked, and he was still inside her. She had been so bold, and he loved it. Just like he loved her.

"You've gotten absolutely shameless, Tohru Honda."

Tohru raised a brow at him, then somewhat aggressively poked at his chest. "Hey now, what did you call me, Kyo?"

He frowned for a moment, confused at her mildly angry reaction. What was wrong with being called shameless? Then he caught his mistake, and he smiled up at her. Catching one of her hands in his, he brought it to his lips. "My bad. You've gotten absolutely shameless, Tohru Sohma."

Tohru made a happy noise, slightly from the kiss and mostly from the name. "Thank you. I know it's pretty new and will take a little getting used to, but I really, really want to make sure we're both using it. I've been looking forward to it for a while." She smiled, and Kyo drew her back down into another, longer kiss.

"Don't worry. I won't forget again, Mrs. Sohma."

It was their honeymoon, and Tohru and Kyo had been married for all of one day. Yesterday, a beautiful June day, had been their wedding day, and the beginning of their new life as husband and wife. It had been beautiful and emotional, filled with family and friends and so very many well wishes. Kyo had put aside any sense of awkwardness at being 'on display,' too happy and proud that Tohru was finally his to feel any embarrassment. And Tohru had mostly managed not to cry. Mostly. They'd had a beautiful ceremony, a wonderful reception, and attended several afterparties in their honor that lasted late into the night. This morning, they'd hopped on a train to Kyoto, picked up their rental car, and headed for their private cabin.

The time leading up to their wedding had been exciting and stressful. It was tricky, planning a wedding from over 500 miles away, but both of them had agreed they wanted to get married where they had met, where they had fallen in love, and where their story had started. Buuuuut that had meant paying to bring their friends and coworkers down from Aomori to Tokyo, and that had not been cheap. Consequently, they'd both picked up extra part-time jobs on top of their regular full-time jobs, and that had meant a stretch of long working hours and very little time together. It had been worth it, but they'd missed each other.

A lot.

Tohru had dreamed of the day she would marry Kyo for a very long time. Even before he'd told her he loved her, she'd fantasized about how he'd look in wedding black (the actual answer: very, very good). And she had loved almost every moment of their wedding day. But lurking in the back of her mind the whole time was the thought that starting tomorrow, they'd have a week together for their honeymoon. Seven days in a secluded cabin, alone, with no neighbors and no jobs and no anything except each other.

The entire train ride, Tohru had been riddled with anticipation. That anticipation had only grown after picking up their car and heading up into the mountains; without the distraction of other people, she'd been able to focus entirely on Kyo. How strong his jaw was. How handsome his profile. The way he looked when he smiled, or laughed. The way his eyes shone when they looked her way. How long and delicate his fingers were as they held the steering wheel...

"Tohru, you're not actually paying attention to me at all, are you?" His tone had been accusatory then, too, but still amused. He'd been aware of her watching him, even though she was making at least a token effort to be covert. And she'd been quick to protest that no, of course she was paying attention! Just maybe not so much to his comments about the mountain scenery, or the weather, or even all that much about the wedding. She was too busy paying attention to him. But he'd known, and loved it.

When they'd arrived at their cabin, they'd both been excited. It wasn't a huge house, but perfect for the two of them; cozy and remote. And it even had a private open-air bath, one of its major selling points. They had been offered their choice of Sohma vacation homes for their honeymoon, if they'd wanted, but they'd been in agreement that that was a little too weird. So they'd looked around for themselves, then finally settled here. After all, there was sooooo much to do in Kyoto, and this house looked darling.

One of those things actually even mattered.

When they'd first gotten out of the car, they'd both walked up to the door to make sure their keys worked and look inside. Once the door was open, Kyo had scooped Tohru up in a bridal carry, kissing her as he carried her into the house. Tohru had laughed, returning the kiss eagerly, only to squeak in surprised protest when he'd set her down just inside the entryway.

"Here, I'll go grab our stuff. You can take a peek around, if you want."

Tohru hadn't wanted to be set down, and she did not want to take a peek, at least not around the cabin. Not yet. She'd narrowed her eyes after Kyo as he ducked back outside, watching as he went back out to collect their bags. That's when the idea had struck her. She'd been pretty patient, by her reckoning. The two of them had been ships in the night for so long; working together, but separately, towards such an important goal. They'd given up so much during that time; neither of them had had the energy for more than exhausted cuddling in weeks.

And she wanted him so badly it hurt.

Tohru stepped behind the open door as Kyo came back inside, hiding just out of sight. He glanced around, not seeing her at first and assuming she'd taken him up on his suggestion to look around. And that's when he felt Tohru pressing up against his back, her body molding against his. One open palm pressed against his stomach, sliding upwards against his chest, while the other slid right down into the waistband of his pants, her fingers stroking into his curls. His breath caught, and he heard her voice, husky and intense.

"Hey Kyo...are you ready to fuck?"

Tohru never cursed in day-to-day life, never. But they'd long since discovered the power of a well-timed dirty word when the mood was right. For Kyo in particular, hearing Tohru say something so provocative in her sweet voice was usually enough to get his blood moving, no matter what else he might have been doing. In the face of her dual assault of words and hands, he was a lost man. Not that he cared.

He'd dropped the bags right there, quickly reaching to pull Tohru's hand out of his waistband as he turned around. She was looking at him with laughing eyes, but it was a dark, intense laughter; her eyes were smiling, but filled with lust. He'd known she was eying him their entire trip, and he'd loved it; loved knowing she was watching him, waiting for him. He'd been watching her, too; the way her hair floated around her, the way her neck arched as she turned. The gentle curves and swells of her body. The way she looked when she'd smiled at him...

He'd been missing her lately, so very much. Missed being able to touch her, to taste her, to feel her beneath him or on top of him or literally anywhere, with him. Missed making her moan, missed feeling her hands on him. Missed her heat. He'd been so excited for them to have this time together, to finally have a chance to make up what they'd been missing. He'd had a plan...and she'd cut right in front of him.

He didn't care in the slightest.

His mouth was on hers, and it was hungry and intense. Their tongues stroked against each other; reaching; feeling; while their teeth caught at each other's lips, tugging, pulling. Tohru was vaguely aware of Kyo's arm reaching past her to slam the front door shut, then his arms were around her and hers were on him, his hands buried in her hair and holding her face. She was much less subtle, yanking his shirt out of his pants and getting to work on his belt. Kyo had groaned, reaching down to help her undo the buckle, then he'd untied and shoved off her blouse as she went for the button of his fly.

He was still kissing her, along the underside of her jaw and down into the hollow of her throat. Tohru sighed, closing her eyes and tilting back her head, feeling the intoxicating warmth of Kyo's lips on her skin. Then she was finished with his fly, and with both hands she shoved down his pants and boxers.

Kyo had hissed as he felt the cold air of the room on his skin, and it only fed into his all-consuming sense of urgency. Releasing Tohru's throat, he yanked her camisole up and over her head, then unzipped her skirt. She was making short work of the buttons on his shirt, finally pushing it back and off his shoulders. Then her skirt and panties were gone, and he was pulling her against him, crushing her body against his as he kissed her again with that same all-devouring need. He wanted her so badly. Needed her so badly.

And she needed him. He was trying to undo her bra, but his fingers were clumsy. She didn't care; she didn't need that. They didn't need that. She just needed him, touching her. Filling her. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, could feel how tense he was under her hands that were racing over his skin. She wanted to feel that tension beneath her. Inside her.

She caught at his arm, her voice breathless and loaded with need. "Don't worry about it, Kyo. Don't worry about it. Just lie down, please lie down, please..."

He didn't need to be told again, and he abandoned the bra, dropping to the floor and pulling her with him. He didn't care where they were right now, or what they'd been doing. All that mattered was the two of them, here and now. Her bare skin against his, her nails on his chest, her mouth on his, her legs tangling with his...

He wasn't moving fast enough for Tohru; weeks of stifled sensations and the slow burn of today, waiting and watching him, had created a fuse that was almost painfully short. She pushed him back, her hands on his shoulders and her mouth still on his. He let her do it, drawing her with him. One of her hands slid to his chest, and he caught it, pressing it against his heart. She could feel it racing beneath her hand, and she smiled as she released his mouth. His heart, racing just like hers.

Kyo's eyes were on fire as he looked at her, and he was breathing heavily. How long had it been since she'd seen him like this, sweaty, aroused, and wanting her? Waiting for her? Ready for her? Too long, whatever the actual measure. She kissed him again, then swung a leg over Kyo and sat up to straddle his waist. "Ready, Kyo?"

If he wasn't before, the sight of Tohru right now would have changed that immediately. She was so amazingly beautiful, his Tohru. Beautiful and powerful and supremely sexy, the person who drove him crazy with want and then delivered on that want in the most glorious ways. He loved her; every part of her, body and soul. Perhaps a little more 'body' right now that 'soul.' "Fuck, yeah."

That was all Tohru needed to hear and she slid backwards. For one tantalizing moment, Kyo could feel the lightest touch of her wetness, drawing him in. Then with a breathy gasp, Tohru sank down onto him, and it was all Kyo could do not to cum right then. She was just as good as he remembered; better, even. So much time spent missing this, and now it was here; she was here, with him. On him.

Tohru bit her lip in satisfaction as Kyo groaned beneath her. This is what she'd been wanting, this feeling. The feeling of him inside her, stretching her. Filling her. And the feeling of the rest of his body, taut and trembling. The sight of his face as she moved, raising herself up to slide back down onto him over and over again.

They quickly found their rhythm, and Tohru began to move faster. Kyo's hands had moved to grip her thighs, holding her in place, but she didn't need them. She wasn't about to stop, not now. Not when she could feel every thrust bringing both of them closer and closer to euphoria. She was so focused on what she was doing, what she was feeling, that she didn't register Kyo letting go of one of her legs. Not until his thumb slipped between their bodies, pressing right against her clit, and she couldn't feel anything else but pleasure.

"Mmgh, yes!" Tohru moaned, arching and shuddering as her orgasm washed over her. She was vaguely aware of a sound from Kyo, somewhere between a laugh and a moan of his own, but beyond that there was nothing.

Kyo had hoped that little move would work for her. It had been too long, way, way too long, and he felt like a teenage boy in the earliest days of their relationship fighting to hold back. And losing. But it didn't matter if he lost now, not anymore.

"We gotta clean up, you know, or we're gonna make a mess."

"I know."

Kyo laughed, running his fingers through Tohru's somewhat tangled hair. "You're still not moving, though."

"Nope." She was unrepentant, too, happy to simply lie on top of him and enjoy the closeness.

"Never thought I'd see the day where you'd willingly make a mess."

Tohru laughed and rubbed her cheek against Kyo's chest. "Clearly you've never thought much about our honeymoon, then."

"Blatantly, completely, and totally false."

"Well, then you just didn't think hard enough."

He grinned, rubbing his hands along her back and down to cup her bare bottom. "Careful, or I'm going to think that's a challenge."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

Kyo laughed again, then brought his arms up to hold her snugly against him. He loved her, all of her. How kind she was, and how caring. How much wonder she found in the smallest, most mundane parts of life. How much she loved to help others. How much she loved to nurture. And he also loved the fiery parts of her that only he got to see; her passion, her desire. How much she wanted him, and was never afraid to tell him, or show him. How she was his, body and mind, just as much as he was hers.

"Happy honeymoon, Tohru."

She sighed happily, resting her palm against his shoulder. "Happy honeymoon, Kyo."