After they move into their apartment, there's this glorious period of a week and a half in which Kyo doesn't have to go to work yet. His boss has given him this time to get settled in the apartment with Tohru, and they're both really grateful. They started out being quite productive—they ordered what furniture they can afford right now, and created an assembly line to unpack the kitchen boxes. Tohru would slice into the cardboard, rid a plate of its bubblewrap safety net, and hand it to Kyo, who would then wash it and find a spot for it in their cupboards.
She's not sure when this efficient, well-thought-out process turns into them being in their bedroom on their futon, tangled in bedsheets, but it somehow did, and here they are on day four, already falling apart and ripping each other's clothes off. And it's not like she's been waiting for this, exactly—but she also has. It's been two weeks since they had sex, busy as they've been, and the last time still required sneaking around. They've both been stressed, and she needs this, and knows he really does, too. So stepping back from the chores for a while doesn't bother her in the slightest (a feat she considers to be a great example of her personal growth over the past few months).
Kyo kisses along her neck and down to her breasts, and she tugs on his hair in appreciation. He teases a finger between her legs, his lips following soon after. Tohru can't help but gasp when she feels his tongue against her and instinctively clamps a hand over her mouth, then remembers she no longer has to muffle her sounds—they're alone, in a place all their own, and she can fall apart in his arms without fear of Yuki banging on the wall or Shigure catcalling obnoxiously from the hallway. So she lets herself.
"Oh my god...I love you. I love you so much. Please don't stop, oh my god." If she had her wits about her, she might hate the way that comes out—choked and rambling and needy, and so selfish. But he just pulls back slightly and curses before sliding another finger into her, willingly indulging her.
It's all heat, warmth, burning, scorching. She's on fire, whole body blazing. At this rate, there'll be nothing left of her when they're done.
At least he seems to feel the same. When she's come down from her high and her legs stop trembling, she rises to her knees and takes his length into her mouth. He tilts his head back and hisses, then wraps his shaking fingers in her hair to guide her head.
"Fuck, Tohru…" It makes that selfish part of her bubble back to the surface of her being, knowing that he's coming undone and that she's the one responsible for the loss of composure.
When he finally slides into her, they both moan into the kiss they're sharing, and when they come, they don't bother to remind themselves or each other to quiet down. They let themselves feel it all, vocalize it all. Then, afterward, they don't have to hide the bite marks and hickeys they've left, or even get out of bed—they just doze off, Kyo playing with Tohru's hair, and her tucked neatly at his side.
She wakes up late the next morning—she can tell without even opening her eyes fully, just by how bright it is in their room. Her head is facing away from Kyo, so he doesn't see her briefly blink against the sun before letting her eyes flutter shut again. There's a slight, lingering ache between her legs from how rough things had gotten last night, and her legs still feel like jelly. Sated and exhausted, Tohru would be content to just pretend she's asleep a bit longer, to bask in the glow of the sunlight filtering in through their blinds and the warmth she can feel coming off of his body next to her. But as usual, he somehow sees through her. He leans down and presses his lips to her back. She gasps a little, eyes flying open wide as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her spine. Once he gets to the small of her back, he pulls away, and Tohru lets out a breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding.
He chuckles. "Thought so."
She turns her head to him, cheeks heating up at the realization that her eyes are drifting across his bare chest and abdomen, down to where the sheet rests against his hip bones…
She tries to snap out of it. After years of accidental transformations and consequential moments of panicked-turning-away (even toward the end of the curse when part of her really didn't want to), she sometimes still needs to remind herself that she's allowed to look now. Not only that—but he wants her to. They're months into their relationship, but she's just dumb like this sometimes, she knows.
"How'd you know?" she asks, voice a soft squeak. If he notices her awkwardness—which, honestly, she's sure he does—he's kind enough to not say anything about it. He just shrugs with one shoulder.
"Just did."
Tohru smiles and props one hand up under her head as she rolls the rest of the way toward him, mimicking the pose he's in. He smiles back and reaches over with his free hand, pulling the sheet and blankets tighter around her as if he's afraid she might catch a cold from being naked for so long, nevermind the fact that it's August. She just shakes her head fondly at how much of a worrier he is.
"How'd you sleep?" she asks.
"Good. But, well..." he trails off, looking in the direction of their bedroom window. "I think it's gonna rain later."
She follows his gaze. It's mostly sunny outside right now, but he has this weird sixth sense about when rain is coming, even now that he's not part cat anymore. "Mm," she hums. "A summer storm."
"Yeah," he says simply, tone grave. Any reminder of the cat spirit frightens Kyo, she knows. The rain doesn't get to him nearly as badly as it used to, but it still leaves him feeling achy and groggy. That makes part of him worry that the curse will come back. He's never said that to her, but she knows all the same. She also knows it's her job, in these times, to remind him of how much she loves him and try to take his mind off of it.
"Well, guess what, then."
He looks back to her and raises an eyebrow. "Eh?"
"That means we'll just have to stay in bed today." Her grin is mischievous, and she love-love-loves the way it makes his eyes widen for a second before a certain darkness takes them over.
"Oh yeah?" he asks, scooting a little closer to her.
"Ye—" she starts, but she promptly loses the ability to speak when he reaches out and runs his thumb over her lower lip.
"And what exactly do you mean by that?" he whispers.
"W-well...I just…" she stammers. He watches in mild amusement, and she hates (and loves, maybe) that he's teasing her like this. He makes it hard to talk, think, breathe whenever he touches her. She takes a deep breath to steady herself. "I want you again," she finishes softly.
He presses down gently, parting her lips. "There. Was that so hard to say?" He leans in and she shuts her eyes in anticipation, but she's left hanging. She opens her eyes again to see his face just centimeters from hers, his lips parted and dangerously close to her own mouth but frustratingly not kissing her.
"Kyo-kun," she whines. She slumps forward and leans her head against his shoulder.
He laughs lightly and presses a kiss to the top of her head. "Sorry. You're fun to tease."
"Careful, or I'll do it back," she says, putting on her most ferocious voice. She picks her head back up and meets his eyes steadfastly. Now it's his turn to look flustered—his cheeks redden, he gulps, and his gaze flits away from hers. It's oddly satisfying to watch.
Tohru smirks to herself and leans forward again, pressing her lips to his face. His breath hitches. She slips the tip of her tongue out and against the stubbly skin of his jaw, trailing it down, across his neck and to his shoulder, where she bites down. A low moan seeps out from between his lips.
She pulls back and eyes the red mark she's left on him, surrounded by a few others from last night, then bites her lip in satisfaction and looks back up to his face. "What do you want, Kyo-kun?"
"For you to not tease me," he says immediately.
She giggles. "Such a hypocrite," she teases more. "And…?"
He pauses, takes a deep breath, and forces himself to murmur, "I want to make love to you again."
"There," Tohru whispers, leaning back in. She kisses him and he sighs into her open mouth, but she doesn't let the contact last long. "Was that so hard to say?"
He groans. "Stop. You're frustrating me." His tone is playful, but there's also an underlying sense of warning. She decides she desperately wants to see what will happen if she disobeys him.
"Mm...well, you can't force me to stop."
"Wanna bet?" he asks, voice husky as he presses his lips to the shell of her ear.
"Y-yes."
"Then lie down."
She listens and lies flat on her back, pulling the bed sheet away from her chest to invite him closer. And she ends up being really, really glad that she decided to be a minx for just a bit.
They keep their word and stay in bed for most of the day, despite both knowing there's more to do around the house before Kyo has to start going to work. Their hands and lips are only off of each other's bodies long enough for Tohru to drag herself up and to the convenience store to get some prepackaged sushi for dinner.
They even eat on top of the futon, Kyo in boxers and Tohru in his shirt and nothing else. He laughs at the way her chopsticks break unevenly, and when she pouts, he assures her that he won't let any bad luck catch up to her. They feed each other sushi, comparing the tastes of the different rolls and arguing about which is best, and they talk about the future.
When the storm finally does roll in, he lies with his head in her lap, and lets her rub his forehead and play with his hair in an attempt to keep a headache away. Every once in a while, he grabs her hand and stills it long enough to press kisses to her knuckles. He murmurs declarations of love to her. As they fight off sleepiness, not wanting this to end, they somehow end up talking about baby names for future kids. It all makes her heart swell in the best way possible.
She's not sure what time they stop talking and finally drift off to sleep, but it's well after midnight, she assumes—they'll pay for the late night tomorrow morning. Later, she remembers briefly realizing that she gets to do this every night for the rest of her life before she slipped out of consciousness, and doesn't think she'll ever forget how warm she felt because of the thought.
The next morning, they wake up in the same position they dozed off in—legs tangled together under the sheets, his arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried in the crook of her neck, her fingers locked gently in his fiery-colored hair—and everything is comfortable and safe and warm and good.
A/N: Hello! I honestly had a bit of trouble writing this one because I could see what I wanted to happen, but just couldn't put it to words for some reason—the thoughts were all choppy, like scenes in a movie, so I kind of let that show at the end where there's no dialogue, just descriptions of their evening. I hope it worked okay and didn't seem weird? Idk. All in all, I'm pretty happy with how this turned out, and I hope you liked it!
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