Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ New Years ❯ One-Shot

The door to Tohru's room was closed, and nobody inhabited the house except for the pair that resided in her room, underneath her sheets, with no clothes covering their sweat soaked bodies. It was a good thing the house was empty, or else they would be in deep trouble. But here lay Tohru, on her bed, gasping for air. Kyo propped himself up over her, his arms weak from the spontaneous sex he'd just experienced with her, and from keeping himself up the whole time, not to trigger a transformation. His whole body vibrated with trembles, still disbelieving what had just happened between him and Tohru. Their little flower, as Shigure put it. The pink sheet fell off Kyo's back. He kissed her forehead softly, something unexpected after their passion. Tohru shivered.

"Kyo I'm getting cold," she whsipered softly. Kyo let one arm come up and brush away a sweaty strand of brunette hair away from her soft face.

"How would you like to be warmed up?" he asked, a bit teasingly. Tohru closed her eyes, feeling herself grow a little more wet at each word he said. His voice sounded so…what was the word? Sexy, after what she'd just encountered.

"Any way you wish love," she giggled, her hand moving to his once again hardened manhood, stroking it gently, then grabbing a firm hold, proppelling it towards her heat. At the simple stroke, Kyo shuddered and closed his eyes, a moan escaping his swollen lips. He steered his hips to hers, sliding himself inside of her, feeling her muscles contract slightly at the feel of him squeezed inside of her hotness. She gasped, arching her back the tiniest bit. Kyo bit his lip, smiling. I haven't done anything doll, he thought mischeviously. He shifted slightly, prodding here and there until she let out a gasp, bucking her hips. He smiled. Bingo, he'd found her weak-spot. He started a slow rhythem, sliding in and out, but keeping his angle, so she could enjoy it to the fullest.

Tohru moaned and moved her hips to align with his. At her movement, Kyo gasped. He felt her pubic hairs tickle the beginning of his manhood, making him want to careen over the edge so soon. He leaned down and placed a passionate kiss on her already red and puffy lips. He'd done this, kissing her romantically. He started moving faster, his hips contracting to hers. Tohru cried out almost painfully and her hands flew to his orange hair, grasping it as if it was a wig and she was to pull it off. Kyo felt himself cry out as well, his hips banging Tohru's so hard he felt he was bruising his small angel. She probably would wake up to bruises. Tohru's inner muscles started to clench around his dick, announcing her orgasm's arrival.

"Kyo!" she cried out before raising her hips one last time to meet Kyo's and releasing her orgasm, on the brink of tears. Of pain or joy, she didn't know. Kyo gasped as he let his load flow inside her, his own orgasm hitting him like a sledge hammer. He felt his arms weaken greatly after this. Sighing, her collapsed next to her, careful to let his arms go to his sides, as not to change. Tohru stared at the ceiling in wonder, heavy gasps emitting from her body, sending shivers down her spine. Kyo watched in awe at the rise and fall of her breasts, the nipples still nubs from the cold and the sensations surging through her body. He stroked her stomach lightly, tracing circles on it. She turned to Kyo. She couldn't imagine how this all happened.

Flashback

Tohru clambered onto the roof, where Kyo sat. He'd skipped the New Years celebration at the Main Sohma House once again. To be with her, no doubt. She crawled next to him and sat, watching the moon. She smiled.

"Kyo, do you know the tradition we didn't carry out last year? About New Years?" His orange hair billowed in the small breeze. The scowl on his face had disappeared slowly over time, and now was resumed to a calm looking face, which occasionally was blessed with a smlie or a grin.

"What is it Tohru?" he asked her, sounding a bit cold. She looked at his watch and touched the face.

"At midnight, you have to kiss someone on New Years. It's not a tradition, just a thing." Kyo looked at her. His eyes narrowed.

"Are you suggesting something?" he asked her teasingly, poking her side. She giggled and retracted. Her sides were her most ticklish spots. She turned to face Kyo. Then something hit her like an abusive teacher would strike a student. It was almost painful, but Tohru realized that her and Yuki, the expected couple at school, weren't the ones. It was her and Kyo. Looking at him with new awe, she smiled and blushed a bit.

Why the hell Is she smiling? He thought. He lay on his back, his elbows propping him up to face where the New Years sun would rise. His watch beeped, announcing the hour, 12, had just passed. Without a thought, Tohru swept in and placed a soft kiss on Kyo's lips. His eyes flew open instinctivly, shocked. Maybe he'd always wanted this. He closed his eyes and returned the kiss, the little shivers and shocks running through his spine and back almost soothing. Tohru parted the kiss slowly, opening her eyes to look at Kyo. He blinked almost stupidly, still disbelieving what Their Little Flower had just done. He swallowed. Hard.

"Ah…Tohru…I.." Before he could finish, she smothered his lips with hers again, her tongue dancing along his bottom lip. He shuddered and opened his mouth, returning her kiss openly and almost hungrily. Their tongues danced in a flame of an erotic tango, battling to be the winner. Kyo won, and Tohru pulled away, breathless. She grabbed Kyo's hand, her eyees darkened with lust. They both stood up shakily, their lips meeting again. Her hands wandered along his sides and started to hug him, but he caught her hands gently, not missing a beat with the kiss once. Her hands slowly went down to his stomach, tickling the muscles, then lowered themselves to his beltline. She placed a hand on his crotch and looked up at him hopefully.

He bit his lip and inhaled sharply as her hand rested on his spot. Did she…want this? He leaned down and nibbled her earlobe softly before whispering to her. "Not here…someone more private."
End Flashback
Tohru smiled to herself and turned to face Kyo, kissing his nose gently. He stroked a small piece of brunette hair from her eyes and pulled up to kiss her forehead, his hand running down her back. She instinctivly reached back to take his hand and lead it to her front. He immediately recognized the small thatch of hair and the heated inner lips. He started to stroke her womanhood slowly, smiling inside as her breath started to quicken. This was going to be a very long night.