Title: Passion

Pairing: Kyo/Tohru

Disclaimer: Fruits Basket © Natsuki Takaya

Rating: M for sexual content, although it's nothing too graphic

Author's Note: I wrote this fic to satisfy my own Kyo/Tohru fangirl craving. I hope you enjoy reading it.

One month.

It still seemed so surreal to him, and at times, he couldn't help but think that this was all just a dream, and that it was only a matter of time before he'd wake up and everything would sadly return to the way it used to be. And yet, as he tiredly opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling in a daze, before turning his head to look beside him, he knew he wasn't dreaming. Because there, still sleeping peacefully, her lips parted slightly as she slowly breathed in and out, was Tohru Honda, the girl he'd fallen so hopelessly and completely in love with, the girl who'd broken the curse that had once encumbered his entire being.

He found it hard to believe that an entire month had gone by since the curse had been lifted. But the proof was right there, as he wrapped an arm around Tohru's waist and snuggled himself closer to her. His eyes drifted shut again as he buried his face into her soft hair.

Just as he was getting comfortable, he heard her draw in a deep breath, and his eyes flew back open. As she let out the breath in a long sigh, he lifted his head from his pillow to look at her, desperately hoping that he hadn't woken her up just now. Thankfully, her eyes were still closed, and she was still quietly breathing in and out in that same relaxed rhythm. With a relieved smile, he rested his head back down on the pillow and nestled his face close to her once more, feeling her hair as it lightly tickled his nose and cheeks.

A few seconds later, however, he felt her body shift against his own. He flinched and opened his eyes to see her turning her head, her deep blue eyes locking with his. She smiled at him, a grin so soft and adorable that it graced her lips so perfectly, and yet, his breath hitched in his throat. Dammit. He did wake her up. He watched as she withdrew her hand from beneath the covers and reached up to rub her eyes.

"Good morning," she said warmly, slipping her hand back under the blankets. "What time is it?"

He turned to glance at the clock, only to freeze in embarrassment when he read the time. With a sigh, he turned back to her.

"It's only 5:30," he said in a regretful tone, as he couldn't help feeling even guiltier now. He should've realized. After all, it was still dark outside. Of course, he was used to getting up at this time, but he knew that, although she'd never actually admit it to him, she didn't exactly enjoy waking up this early. He could tell she was still tired, as her eyes were half-lidded, as though she were struggling to keep them open. He brought up his hand and brushed her bangs aside before leaning in and pressing his lips against her forehead in an affectionate sign of apology. He let his lips linger on her skin for a few moments before he pulled back to look at her again. "Go back to sleep."

Her lips parted, a look of confusion crossing her face as she blinked a few times, until that adorable smile returned to her lips.

"Okay," she said in a near whisper, her eyelids graciously falling shut again. She drew in another deep breath and exhaled it in a content sigh. He was about to get up and leave her to rest for a couple more hours, when suddenly, her hands came up from underneath the covers and slid around him to loosely cup the back of his neck. He felt his heart flutter wildly as she nuzzled closer to him, resting her head against his chest. Their bodies were flush against each other now, her chest moving up and down against his own in a slow, consistent rhythm. Her fingers laced into his orange locks, and his heart started beating even faster. Not knowing what else to do, he finally willed himself to relax his body against hers.

"Kyo?" she said out of nowhere.

He blinked and looked down at her.

"Yeah?" he asked softly.

She lifted her head from his chest to look him in the eyes, their faces mere inches apart now.

"I love you," she said in a quiet, serious voice.

His eyes widened as he found himself struck speechless by her words, although he wasn't exactly sure why. After all, it wasn't like this was the first time she'd said it to him, but with that being said, they also hadn't been dating very long. They had yet to reach the stage in their relationship where saying "I love you" was more of a casual sentiment, like a couple who said it in replacement of "goodbye." Kyo wasn't exactly the kind of person who expressed his feelings often, either, so that alone made it even harder for him to utter those three words to Tohru, no matter how strongly he was constantly feeling it towards her.

Now, as he stared into her beautiful eyes, an overwhelming burst of emotions crashed down onto his heart all at once, leaving him with an intensely warm feeling inside his stomach.

It was in that moment that he suddenly realized why hearing her say those three little words had such a profound effect on him. It was because, after everything they'd been through over these past few years, after all the pain and strife and tears, he couldn't believe that they were finally a couple. He loved her with all his heart. She was the sweet, innocent Tohru, bright and smiling, shy and clumsy, caring and selfless. She was one of a kind, a rare and delicate flower. She deserved utter happiness, especially after everything she'd been through, losing her father when she was so young, and then her mother, whom she'd been so close to all her life. It was unfair, all the hardship she had to face, yet she always found a way to be happy. She deserved everything her heart would ever desire.

And yet, he knew she would never think that way, because she was Tohru, always so grateful for everything she already had, never asking for more, already so content with her life. She was perfect in his eyes, and Kyo felt like the luckiest guy in the whole entire world that he was with her. No. He didn't even feel it. He knew it. Which was why he'd made a promise to himself that he would always protect her, that he'd be there to support her through everything. He was going to cherish her, hold her tight and never let her go. He'd make it his goal to make her happy, to give her everything she deserved, even if it was going to take him the rest of his life, because he knew he wasn't good enough for her, and that he never would be, but he loved her so much it hurt.

"I love you, too," he said at last.

There was a noticeable shift in the mood following his declaration. It was as if a spark had gone off between them. Now, their feelings for each other were out there, in the open, waiting to be dealt with. His eyes involuntarily dropped to gape at her lips for a fleeting moment, and when he looked up at her again, he could just about make out a hint of a blush on her cheeks. He felt a blush of his own rise to his cheeks as he stared into her eyes, those two perfect, oval-shaped pools of sparkling blue.

They simultaneously leaned in then, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. Her slender fingers gently raked through his hair as he wrapped both arms around her waist, resting his hands on her back. He deepened the kiss by tilting his head, and to his pleasant surprise, she didn't shy away from him, but instead clutched his hair a bit tighter.

His heart was racing now, pumping excitedly in his chest. His arms tightened around her as he slowly, very slowly, lifted her body off the bed until they were both fully sitting up. The blankets slid off their chests, the cold air hitting both of them and sending chills down their spines, but the heat they were creating together was more than enough to keep them warm.

Their kissing gradually turned into repeated pecks instead of a fluid lip-lock. He placed one last kiss on her lips before pulling away completely, while she untangled her fingers from his hair, only to cup her hands against the nape of his neck. Their chests were pressed so closely together that he could feel her heart pounding as fast as his, which made him frown. She was probably feeling scared and overwhelmed and pressured right now, the exact opposite of what he wanted to make her feel. He wanted her to feel comfortable and relaxed and safe with him, always, no matter what. He brought his mouth to her ear, brushing a light kiss against it.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and soothing. "We don't have to do any of this stuff if you don't want to. I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything just because you think it'll make me happy."

He met her gaze once more, only to see that her eyes were a bit glazed now, her cheeks tinted in a soft shade of pink, and her lips were tightly pursed together. It was an expression he'd never seen from her before, and he couldn't seem to figure out what it meant. She looked somewhat nervous, but at the same time serious. And then, she slowly shook her head.

"No," she said, although it didn't come out as a timid form of protest. Instead, it came out in a surprisingly firm tone, one that caught him off guard. Yet, the real surprise was what she said next, in that same soft yet bold tone:

"I want to."

His eyes nearly popped out of his head then. He felt his heart skip a beat, and his head was now spinning with a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings.

She wants to?

"Are you…" He hesitated, his eyes flickering away from her for a split-second before he finally gathered up enough courage to ask it. "Are you sure?"

She stared at him for a moment, only to answer his question with a confident nod of her head. It was all the reassurance he needed for his apprehensions to melt away. A flame ignited in his heart as he captured her lips in another slow, gentle kiss. She kissed him back the same way, with the same sincerity and warmth and love.

He ran his hands down her back, stopping when he reached the hem of her pale yellow pajama shirt. They broke the kiss and stared at one another. The reality of where this was heading was starting to sink in. He could feel his face heating up again as he brought a hand to her chest. His thumb stroked one of the tiny plastic buttons on her shirt, as if seeking permission to open it. He absentmindedly swallowed, his fingers trembling a bit as he unbuttoned the first button, followed by the one below it. He then slid his hand inside her shirt, running his fingers over her smooth skin. He lightly grazed one of her breasts, eliciting a soft gasp from her, and he looked up at her in concern. She simply gave him another nod, letting him know it was all right. He let himself cup one of her breasts, squeezing it softly, before moving his hand to caress the other, brushing his thumb over her nipple. They locked eyes again, both blushing, when suddenly, he withdrew his hand and grabbed the hem of his own t-shirt, pulling it over his head to expose his lean upper body.

His eyes stayed on her face as she openly gaped at his chest. Of course, she'd seen it many times before, but this time was different. This time, her eyes lingered, studying his tan skin and the subtle indents of his muscles. Hesitantly, she reached out and laid her hand on top of his bare chest, and when she lifted her eyes to once again meet his gaze, he couldn't help but notice that the look on her face had changed. She no longer looked scared, or nervous, or even the slightest bit intimidated. Instead, she looked relaxed, comfortable, ready.

She traced the toned ripples of his skin, tickling him with her fingertips. He shivered beneath her touch as he felt a rush of blood throughout his entire body. When she reached his stomach, he involuntarily shuddered, her fingers feeling like feathers against his skin. As soon as he flinched, she let out a soft giggle, and he snapped his head forward and blinked in surprise. He waited for her to stop chuckling before he gently grasped her chin.

"Hey," he said in a calm, serious tone, tilting her head up. "What the hell is so funny?"

She stared at him with widened eyes, only to smile again.

"You're ticklish, aren't you, Kyo?" she asked playfully.

He froze, a deep blush finding its way to his cheeks.

"So what if I am?" he asked, smirking despite himself.

Before she could say anything else, he leaned down and kissed her again. As she moved her lips against his own, he was unable to fight a deep moan that traveled up from the back of his throat. He released her chin and moved his hand back to her chest, struggling to undo the last few buttons of her pajama top. She tore her lips from his, and he watched in shock and amazement as she unbuttoned the rest herself. She peeled the shirt off her body and cast it aside, and he stared at her bare chest for a moment, finding himself awestruck by her beauty. In the old days, he would've felt like a pervert for staring at her like this, but now, things were different. They were together, and they trusted each other completely. It was an unspoken trust, subtle but strong, and he cherished it with all his heart.

"God, you're beautiful," he said adoringly, looking her right in the eyes.

She promptly blushed, bending her head to express her modesty, a lock of her silky hair falling across her face. He smiled softly as he reached out and gingerly tucked the strand behind her ear. She looked back up at him, returning the grin. With a sudden jolt of confidence, she leaned in, boldly brushing her lips against his in a quick yet effective kiss. When she drew back, his breath caught in his throat, as he realized that that was the first time she'd ever been the one to initiate a kiss between them. Blood rushed to his face, as well as somewhere much farther down, as he sat there in a daze, too surprised to say anything. Finally, though, he snapped out of it.

"Lie down," he commanded in a soft voice, and she obediently did as she was told, her long hair sprawling across the pillow. He pushed the blankets down as he hovered over her, placing his hands on either side of her head. She stared up at him with sparkling eyes, her cheeks flushed slightly. His heart pounding, he bowed his head, giving her a chaste kiss on her lips, and he felt her hand touch his cheek. As he pulled away, he smiled warmly, mirroring the warmth he felt in his heart. His eyes slowly traveled down her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her waist, until his gaze landed on her pajama pants. He brought his hands to her waistband and curled his fingers around it. His gaze locked onto her for a moment, the look on his face asking what his lips didn't dare to ask aloud, and she responded to it with that same soft, reassuring smile. It instantly made his heart flutter, his lips part, his face redden…

…and yet, despite his nervousness, he knew it was okay. Because she trusted him.

He tried his hardest to maintain his composure as he pulled her pajama bottoms down in a fluid motion, his eyes following his own hands, watching as more and more of her long, perfect legs were revealed to him right before his eyes. He had to hold back a gasp when she lifted her hips off the bed to help make the task easier for him. When he reached her feet, he pulled the garment off her legs completely. He simply stared for a moment, admiring her gorgeous, nearly exposed form, the only article of clothing left being her pale pink underwear. Before he could let himself do anything else, he placed his hands on his own waistband, about to remove his pants, only for her hands to come up and touch his own. His heart jumped as he looked at her, but then he smiled in understanding. He moved his hands away, while she sat up and placed her hands on his waistband. She slowly slid his pants down his legs to reveal his dark red boxers, and she stopped when she reached his knees, letting go so that he could do the rest. He leaned back and pulled his pants off his ankles, tossing them on the floor with the rest of their discarded clothing.

They looked at one another again, a serious look on his face, a shy one on hers. They both leaned in, their lips meshing together once more. Her slender arms came up to drape themselves around his neck, her fingers sliding up and threading into his hair. He felt that familiar rush of blood, and he couldn't fight it any longer. He moaned into her mouth, surrendering himself completely in her hold. He was powerless beneath her touch, powerless against her lips. His heart ached longingly for her, and he at last found himself giving in to his utmost desires as he gently pushed her back down onto the bed. Her back hit the mattress as their legs entangled together, all the while their kissing grew more and more intense.

He eventually tore his lips away from hers, a light smack of suction that filled the silence in the room. His hand wandered towards her flat stomach and grazed her soft skin, his fingers nearly tracing the lining of her cotton underwear. He allowed his hand to dip between her thighs, and immediately her back arched upward as she let out a noise that he never would've expected to hear from her: a long, seductive moan. His temperature instantly skyrocketed from the arousing sound, and he knew he was losing control now, his body overshadowing his mind. His hormone-driven urges took over as he hooked his fingers into her underwear. Acting out on the adrenaline rush, he pulled them off her legs in one quick motion, tossing them behind him. He blushed at the abrupt sight of her fully naked body, laying there before him, waiting to be explored.

Taking a deep breath, he moved his hand towards her entrance, brushing it with his index finger, before he slowly slid it inside of her. She gasped, her hips thrusting upward, and he looked up at her in alarm, afraid he'd gone too far. As her hips came back down, however, her eyes became half-lidded, fogged with undeniable…


His stomach flipped, but he quickly shook the surprised look from his face and allowed his eyes to drop to her opening again. He slid his finger in deeper, exploring more and more of her wet cavern, before he added a second finger. Her walls clenched around his fingers as he moved them back and forth inside her. He felt her body tense up beneath him as his fingers moved closer and closer to her sensitive jewel, until he finally touched it. She clamped her eyes shut and drew in another sharp breath. She was falling under the waves of new and overwhelming pleasure, and he found himself entranced. He massaged the bud gently, making circular motions with both of his fingers, and she let out another alluring moan, one that finally made his arousal reach its peak. He carefully pulled his fingers out of her and grabbed the waistband of his boxers. He chanced a quick glance at her to see that she was watching him intently, and it was at that moment that he suddenly became extremely self-conscious of his body. Damn, she was about to see his…

No, he couldn't think about it. He just had to do it. It was only fair.

Closing his eyes, he swiftly pulled his boxers down, exposing his throbbing member. He didn't dare look at her as he took the boxers off and threw them somewhere behind him. He blushed furiously and bowed his head so that his eyes were hidden beneath his bangs. His eyes were closed in embarrassment, but they suddenly snapped open when he felt the touch of her warm hand on his length. He involuntarily flinched from the contact, but he forced himself to relax as her hand simply rested on him, motionless. He could practically hear his heart pounding against his chest as she curled her fingers around his member and gave it a slow, experimental stroke towards his body. He bit his lower lip and threw his head back, fighting the overwhelming urge to scream out in ecstasy as her delicate hand slid back down his length, caressing every spine-tingling nerve and pulsating vein. She let go of him, and he looked right at her, his body taking over as he swooped down and kissed her full on the mouth. This kiss wasn't sweet and soft, or even slow and romantic. Instead, it was hard and abrupt, dizzying and intense. It was filled with all-consuming passion.

He felt her fingers find their usual home in his hair as they both fell backward onto the bed. She made a stifled "oomph!" noise as her back hit the mattress, and he couldn't help but smile against her lips.

As the kiss deepened, his heart and body quickly grew impatient, until the desire and need for her became too extreme. He ripped his lips from hers, and she looked up at him in confusion. He grinned again. God, how he loved that slightly surprised, slightly lost look of hers. It was so cute and innocent. He bowed his head, brushing his lips against her ear, before he whispered in the most confident voice he could muster:

"You ready?"

He lifted his head to read her expression. The confused look was already gone, replaced now with a much more serious one. He was expecting her to give him a nod, or maybe a simple "yes" in response, but she didn't do either of those things. Instead, she reached up with both hands and cupped his face, gently yet firmly, taking him completely by surprise as she pulled him down into a warm, sensual kiss, one that immediately sent him over the edge and into a world of utter bliss. His eyes fell shut as he kissed her back just as deeply, with all the fire in his heart, throwing his undying love for her into this one amazing kiss that he wished could last forever.

However, as he removed his lips from hers to spontaneously press his mouth against her neck, the warm, romantic feelings of love quickly melted into a puddle of steaming lust. She tilted her head up, giving him better access to her neck as he kissed every inch of her sensitive skin. The pleasure-filled cry she let out encouraged him to continue kissing her neck, his hands working their way into her soft, newly untamed hair. His heart was beating frantically inside his chest as the intimate moment between them only intensified, until he suddenly pulled his lips away from her neck with a heavy exhale. It was time.

He kept his eyes on hers as he carefully aligned himself with her entrance. Holding his breath, he brushed his tip against her core. They both closed their eyes and breathed in unison as he slowly sank into her, fusing their bodies into one. She moaned softly as he made his first thrust inside her. He started moving against her body, building his pace, the pleasure so overwhelming that he let out a lust-fogged cry of his own. His body rocked against hers in a consistent rhythm, her wet inner walls tightly clenching around his length with each thrust he made. The sensations sent a jolt of electricity throughout his entire body, crawling through every part of him, leaving his veins tingling.

As he got closer and closer to reaching that highest point of ultimate pleasure, he started thrusting faster. Her legs spread open wider of their own accord as her hands slid from his hair down to his back. He felt every single muscle tighten inside of him the moment her hands pressed against his heated skin. He groaned as the pleasure escalated, the heat and friction between them making it that much harder for him to think straight. He wasn't sure how long the intense moment lasted, but as his pace slowed down again, he couldn't fight himself from letting out a drawn out moan of sheer pleasure. His muscles clenched, every part of him taut and rigid, his heart on fire. And then he shivered with a final deep and hard thrust as he felt all of his energy release into one perfect moment of intense love and passionate heat. His body shook as the powerful waves of pleasure flooded through him. She panted beneath him, their eyes meeting once more. She looked satisfied and relaxed, with a certain lustful twinkle still in her eyes.

"Tohru," he breathed.

He caressed her face and leaned down, kissing her more deeply than ever before. She returned the intimate kiss with the same fervor and sweetness that he easily fell victim to. The warmth of her lips combined with the heat radiating from her body made it more and more difficult for him to continue holding himself above her, and finally he pulled away and rolled off of her, collapsing onto the bed. He panted heavily, his eyes closed and his body weak with exhaustion, while she stared at him—her boyfriend, her lover, her protector—a soft smile spreading across her face. She reached out and placed her hand on top of his chest, covering his rapidly beating heart. He opened his eyes, soaking in her beautiful smile, the light blush on her cheeks, her hair a mess…

He smiled back at her, and soon their arms were wrapped around each other in a warm embrace. He held her tightly, making up for all those years when he was still cursed and all he wanted to do was grab her and hold her in his arms and tell her how much he loved her.

As they both closed their eyes, their bodies relaxing with that comfortable, sleepy feeling, a crack of sunlight began to seep into the room, the start of a tranquil and beautiful morning.

Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading! Reviews are always appreciated. :)