A/N: Wow, two stories posted within a day of each other? That's a new record. Anyway! I received a list of prompts based around the idea of your OTP being intimate without... ya know... being intimate. I figured this was the perfect format to do so with! Happy reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own the plot to or characters of Fruits Basket.

Disclaimer Two: This is not beta read, this is literally and strictly for fun. All mistakes are just that, mistakes. Thank you!

One: The intimate act of Person A wearing Person B's clothing.

The best thing about living with the Sohma men (read Kyo) was that when the air changed suddenly, and the chill of the woods seeped through the hardwood of the traditional mountainside home Tohru Honda always had means of extra warmth. She was a small girl, not frail as some would describe her, but tiny and the cold weather affected her much easier than it did Yuki –or Shigure, or Kyo, or Hatsuharu, or Hatori and so on and so forth. She couldn't tell from personal experience, being that they turned into animals whenever they touched intimately, but she was positive that they all ran hotter than normal. No, no, no! She shouldn't be thinking of things like that, it wasn't her business and it was entirely inappropriate!

The matter at hand, Tohru scolded herself, the laundry needs to be done and the kitchen cleaned, and dinner should be prepped early because Yuki-kun has that important meeting for the student council! The cool October air shifted overnight, and it became downright frigid when she had woken up that morning. She put off her chores off as long as possible, but alas, they had to be done and she would just have to suffer through the brisk fall air to complete them. She shouldn't be outside for too long; all she'll have to do is hang the laundry to dry –there's still plenty of sun to utilize even in the fall! She contemplated closing some of the windows around the house, just to ensure that she didn't freeze to death as the temperature was set to remain brisk and cool for the rest of the week.

She had just started to toss the boys laundry in to be washed, separately of course, unless Tohru wanted to invite utter catastrophe into their home for dinner that night. She had set Kyo's aside when she noticed the bright red fabric at the bottom of her basket. She could have sworn when he left that morning he was in his favorite red hoody, but here it was in her hand. The fabric was soft and well-worn, and it felt heavy to her reminding her of the physical difference between the two of them. Kyo was such a strong presence in her life, just like all the Sohma's but there was something about him... something different.

From day one Kyo had been this magnetic force for her, granted for the first couple of weeks that magnetic force led to minor injuries and headaches, but she knew he never truly meant any of that to happen! Despite those minor setbacks he's been nothing but a gentleman, a loud angry gentleman, but a gentleman. He wasn't anything like Yuki, he wasn't jumping at the opportunity to walk her places or to hold her umbrella, he was messy and loud but Tohru thought that showed his passion and excitement for life. He was fair, she wasn't sure if he was aware of it, but he lived his life in such a way to make sure that nobody felt how he had felt as a child. He was gruff, but he was protective of his people and even though he liked to deny it, Tohru just knew how much he appreciated being part of a social circle like theirs. Kyo Sohma was much more than what met the eyes of those around him, he was more than his fiery personality and harsh language. In fact, she never thought of him as fiery or explosive, no, Tohru liked to think of Kyo as warm.

No sooner did those words cross her mind that the crisp wind came through the crack in the window and sent Tohru into goosebumps and shivers. By instinct she tossed the red hoody over her head and stuck her arms through. It felt better than anything she could recall, this amount of warmth that enveloped her that smelled and felt like him. It felt like a memory from her childhood, from a vague sense of safety that she used to have when her father would wrap her in his arms or when her mother used to hold her. It felt right and Tohru found herself fixated on that feeling and so she zipped the zipper up to her chin and cuffed the sleeves so she could still work and went about the rest of her chores. And if anyone caught her taking deep inhales to remember the way Kyo smelled, well she'd deny it.

She was outside when Kyo came home, he had stomped through the door and slammed it shut in his frustration. The day simply couldn't get any worse! He hadn't really progressed within his martial arts and his grades were "subpar" per his teacher that made him sit in for extra lessons. Then he got called down for his annual check-up by Hatori and if there was one thing Kyo Sohma hated more than being poked and prodded unnecessarily it was being poked and prodded on the main campus of the Sohma family. It had been an all-around shitty day and Kyo was over it! He shouted his presence to Tohru, he may have had a crap day, but he wasn't going to startle the girl into a heart attack by just slamming through the house. In fact, he didn't want to take any of his negative emotions out on her, it wasn't like Tohru deserved it.

He kicked his shoes off and ran upstairs, he'd get a hot shower and relax a bit before he sought out the female of the household. He was positive she could make him feel better, she always could. He knew he'd never be able to repay her for the kindness she's shown him or for all the meals she's adjusted to his picky tastes and for keeping his laundry clean and fresh. Her friendship and spirit kept him grounded in the best ways possible and sometimes it left Kyo feeling inadequate to be around her. Then he remembered how she'd smile up at him, how she stuck with him (even when he didn't deserve it) and how she'd talk him out of a rage. Maybe he could convince her to ditch her chores for a bit before dinner, or maybe if he asked her nicely, she'd let him assist in cooking dinner.

By time he finished his shower he heard her moving around the main living area of the house and Kyo figured he may as well head down now. Who knew how long the two of them had by themselves? Someone was always coming through the house. When he walked into the living room, he stopped short at what he saw and had to fight the blush that had crept its way up his cheeks. Tohru was sweeping the outer deck with the door open and was humming, like she always had, but today she was in a dark red hoody, to be more specific she was in his dark red hoody. And he didn't mind it! In fact, he got this warm feeling that tingled through his chest and lower tummy as he watched her move around the deck in his sweatshirt. There was something comforting about it, that it was his sweatshirt she chose to keep her warm.

She stopped sweeping and met his eye. She had ducked her head down in embarrassment and a blush filtered onto her cheeks, the shade almost matched the thick material of the sweatshirt. "Oh! Kyo-kun, I'm... uhm... I'll just..."

He wouldn't let her run past him, as he gripped her arm and turned back towards him; "Stop, it looks better on your anyway."

She refused to meet his eye, but the way he had spoken almost like a whisper had her jumping to face him. She was surprised to see a soft and sweet smile on his face, his eyes lacked any of their normal heat or anger and it made her stomach flutter. She smiled back in response and used her free hand to grip at his. It was as close to a hug as they could get but she marveled in the small moments (and if he used his free hand to gently pat her on the head that was okay too) and she marveled in how a house full of strangers could become family.

She kept the sweatshirt on until she had to cook dinner and if she snuck it back into his room later that night, it was nobody's business, but when it was folded neatly on her dresser the next morning she couldn't help but let out a rich and radiant laugh. Yes, the cold air would come fast, but there was always something in the Sohma home to keep her warm. For that, she was eternally thankful.

A/N: How did we like? Leave your thoughts and any other acts you can think of so I can add them to the list!