Like a Switch [Fruits Basket]

Chapter 34

Like a Switch
Chapter Thirty-four

"What have I—" his words sound sickened and frightened as he looked at you.

You realized in a bit of a haze that he was probably looking at a horrible mess. Your shirt was torn and open. You probably had red marks from his mouth. You definitely had a fresh bite mark which had been bleeding at some point. On top of that your hair was most likely a mess as well considering that your mask had been against a wall. A grimy wall. Plus there was the tricky thing where you'd rested against him a little as you caught your breath. Oh and that you had ripped clothes (your bicycle shorts) on the ground with him still between your legs.

"It's not your fault," you finally strung together through the haze.

Huh the desire to form words was hard. All you really wanted to do was keep leaning up against him and breath. Even in the night air your body felt like it was radiating heat; the pleasant kind of heat. And almost every muscle in your body felt relaxed. So it was no wonder that you didn't want to stand up on your own.

"Of course it is!" Yuki protested, looking quite pale.

You reached a hand up to his face. Your arm felt heavy and lethargic. Gently you brushed his cheek before that arm rested over his shoulder.

"No. It wasn't."

It had been yours. Or so you felt. You could have slapped him like you had Shigure when the author had gotten to friske in the club instead you had buried his head into your neck and didn't exactly struggling. You'd put up a little resistance when he'd ripped your clothes, that much was true. But you'd mostly stayed focused on keeping him quiet and undiscovered.

Speaking of which...you shifted and with a major blush on your face, reached down to separate his body from yours. Normally you and he were around the same height but tonight you'd been wearing high heels. With the extra height on your legs it was no wonder that Yuki had been able to do as he'd done in such a position. Although you had to say that you were not a fan of removing him from your body. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as other things. And with you hyper attuned heading to the situation...well it sounded a bit lewd. Though how much more lead something could be compared to the current situation was debatable.

"..." Yuki's silence was definitely one of those angst filled ones. Especially with the way he trembled.

"Sorry, don't have anything to help clean up on me," you said quietly.

Walking was going to be weird feeling. You could still feel your heartbeat like a pulse from below. And there was quite a bit of moisture. You made a mental side to try and figure out birth control in Japan. Or rather birth control at all really. Because there definitely hadn't been a condom. Though you had a feeling that those monthly pill things weren't effective after the fact. Which meant you were going to need to talk to your doctor. Oh joy. It was the better option than asking your mom or dad though. By far.

"You're sorry?" Yuki echoed you in strained disbelief. "I-I...just..."

The normally loquacious rat was at a loss for words. You could see the shame building up on his face when you gently pushed yourself away from him. Even though you were still "catching your breath" you leaned in to gently kiss him.

"You did nothing wrong Yuki. Do you blame yourself whenever you transform?"

"Yes..."

You let out a deep breath. Oh. Well that made your placating him a bit trickier.

"Why?" You asked, resisting the urge to cuddle back up.

"Because it means I could have planned better. There is no excuse to transform in public."