They were perched together on the couch, Tamaki's long, slender arms around her. She leaned into his warmth, listening to his heart beat and the sound of him breathing. He had his face downturned, and was smelling her hair, and resting her head against his cheek. Their eyes were closed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep as the film ended. As the credits scrolled by, Haruhi shifted, moving her head down to his shoulder, which snapped Tamaki out of his blissful sleep.
She was so cute, and innocent, leaning against him. He gently kissed her on the top of the head, and brushed a stray hair out of her face.
"It's time to go to bed, love," he whispered, waking her.
"Mmm..." She groaned. "But I'm so comfortable here..."
"Would you like me to carry you?"
"No," she suddenly said, shooting upright, and blushing hot red. "I- I can walk by myself."
He eased himself off the couch and extended one hand to help her up. She took it, still amazed that those hands were hers, even though it had been three months since they had become a couple.
"I love you," Tamaki whispered under his breath, weaving his fingers into her steadily growing chestnut hair. She leaned up onto her tiptoes to accept a sweet kiss from him, not expecting any further excitement.
Their lips met, like magnets finding their mark, and she began to caress his neck, ghosting the idea of his tall, beautiful body pushing hers down for a night of passion. She could feel him grin, and he kissed her again, harder this time. Shock forced her mouth open, and he stole her tongue, gently stroking and playing with it. She gasped, melting under his fingers. She wanted more, to feel his nimble fingers on her skin, rather than overtop of her clothes. Eventually, Tamaki pulled away, leaving Haruhi to pull herself together.
"Come on," Tamaki smirked, taking her by the hand and leading her to her bedroom. They were already in their pajamas, so she didn't need to change before he tucked her in.
He turned to leave, turning out the light, when she suddenly grabbed the corner of his shirt, stopping him.
"Would you... Stay with me," she asked, her face blushing redder than it ever hand before.
Tamaki took a deep breath, knowing his desire could get the better of him. "Of course, Princess."
He walked around the other side of the bed, and slipped underneath the covers. She rolled over to face him, and rested her head on his bicep, leaning towards his chest. He wrapped his other arm around her, his palm on the small of her back.
"I love you, Tamaki," Haruhi whispered, her fingers tangling up into the fabric of his shirt.
He nuzzled into her, cradling her in his arms.
"I love you, too."
