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Contact, Fruit Basket (Kyo/Tohru/Yuki)
Title: Contact
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: R/NC17

Prompt: Fruits Basket - Kyo/Yuki/Tohru - voyeur - There were ways around the curse, if one looked hard enough.
Word count: 301



She knew they were watching.

Of course she did. They never would have if she hadn't. If she hadn't touched their hands and *looked* at them, into the soul the way she did, they never even would have dreamed it.

She was still a girl; blooming, the sweet pale curves of just-past-adolescence. But there was something entirely of a woman in the way she swept her hair up, quiet economical movements, baring the pale arch of her neck the way Yuki loved, laying the clean arch of her spine revealed the way Kyo wanted to run his hands.

And it might have been. If he'd touched her back, he might continue along the curve of her hips, the gentle flat skim of her belly. Somewhere between dream and contact his breath touched her skin and Yuki touched her shoulder, easing her down. Onto the futon, her hair catching loose and fanning out under her, coiling against her shoulders. She opened her eyes and smiled at them, without hesitation or flinching, full of unrestrained joy as hands that could have been anyone's travelled down her skin, over her stomach, cupping her breasts, cautious exploration that might have been a girl discovering her own body or might have been her young lovers gently, tenderly paying tribute as best as they knew how.

It was Yuki who paid the most attention, his eyes lingering, and Kyo who was the fiercer and quicker, eyes trailing down and as hot and hungry as a touch, the both of them guiding her until she was arching and shuddering, and it was Yuki who moaned first, choked and harsh, and the movement of their hands together tipped her off the edge as she cried out a strangled mishmash of their names.

Their skin rarely brushed, but they touched each other all the same.