"You know, you can pay for the flowers with your body too." Says the Shadow King of the Host Club. Grabbing Haruhi by the wrist, Kyouya pushes her onto his bed, straddling her waist. He pushes his knees into the side of her thighs, and places his hands near her head.

"You wouldn't do that Kyouya. You wouldn't get any merits from sleeping with me."

"That's an interesting view." He says sitting on the end of the bed.

---------------------------------------Flashback ends--------------------------------------

"Hey. Haruhi, want to go back to the beach?" The Hitachiin twins ask in that voice that tells you to stay on guard.

"Didn't we just go to the beach?" Haruhi says.

"Yes, but, we meant going without customers." Kaoru states.

"Then you can wear one of our mother's new swimsuits." Hikaru says excitedly.

"No."

"Why not!" They complain, "You'd look cute in her new two piece designs."

"Hell no." She says monotonously.

"Kyouya, she won't listen to us. Do you see something wrong with going to the beach? Nothing too dramatic happened last time, right?"

Kyouya sits up straighter, recalling the earlier flashback, and says, "I don't see anything wrong with taking a break before exams without our customers. They need time to study as well."

"YAY! WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH!" The twins cry out.

"Rich bastards. Don't they take exams seriously?" Haruhi mumbles.

"If you two unscrupulous twins don't stop harassing my daughter!" Tamaki shouts, imagining they're getting her to try on their mother's new swimsuits she designed.

-------------------------------------Two days later; at the beach-----------------------------------

As they arrive, they enter Kyouya's beach house and each go to the room they had before, and change into their swim-wear. The twins convinced (forced) Haruhi to wear one of their mother's new designs, but she refused to wear a two-piece.

Once there, the twins immediately begin a game of volleyball, Kyouya sits under an umbrella with his notebook, and Tamaki runs along the water's edge, trying to get Haruhi to swim. Hunny decides to build a sand castle, while Mori watches him, and keeps a lookout for the tide. Haruhi, trying to avoid Tamaki, decides to sit with Kyouya under the umbrella.

"Um, Kyouya-senpai? Do you still remember the last time we came to this beach?"

"I remember it perfectly. Was there anything wrong with it?" The vice-president asks without looking up from this notebook.

"Oh, um, not exactly." She mutters, also recalling that night in Kyouya's room.

"So you remember too?" He said. "Well, we can try that again if you'd like."

Haruhi was speechless at that moment. She couldn't believe that Ootori Kyouya, vice-president of the Host Club, just said what he did. 'He really is the cool type, he didn't even blush, and his voice stayed level!'

"Um, I, uh, think I'll just go help Hunny-senpai with his ,uh, castle." Haruhi says while scurrying away to where Hunny and Mori were standing.

---------------------------------------At sunset that day------------------------------------------------

All the members of the club went inside to dry off, change into normal clothing, and eat dinner before each retires to their room to relax.

"Excuse me, Kyouya-sama, but dinner is ready. I shall summon all of your guests to meet in the dining hall." said the butler called upon by Kyouya the day before to be prepared for their arrival.

After dinner, everyone leaves the table except Kyouya and Haruhi.

"Well, did you want to try again?"

"What?!" Haruhi exclaimed, not expecting him to bring the subject back up.

"Did you want to try again? I asked earlier, but you decided to help Hunny with his sand castles."

"Well, um, uh…" Haruhi stammers, not knowing how to reply.

Kyouya grabbed her wrists and pushes her against the wall, his body centimeters away from hers, so close they have to breathe the same air.

"I did ask you to fix that genders don't matter naiveté of yours, didn't I?" He whispers in her ear. "If you still think they don't matter, I can prove you wrong."

He leans in towards her, silently pressing his lips against hers, a soft, pleasant sigh escaping her lips. Her body relaxed, as she gave more into the kiss. He wraps his arms around her waist, as she wraps her arms around his neck.

Suddenly, she pulls away from him, wondering if she should enjoy him this much. "Kyouya-senpai, isn't it wrong to be doing this, here." She said timidly. She did have a point. They were in the center of the dining hall, where any of the other club members could see them.

"You're right." He said, "We shouldn't be so open."

As quick as a flash, she realized they were standing in front of the door to Kyouya's bedroom, at about the same time as their last encounter in the house. He opened the door, and walked you inside. He turned out the lights, and changed his tone of voice to stern, but calm.

"Now," he said, "where did we leave off?"

He hugged her close to him, with his back against the door, kissing her neck. A sensation went through Haruhi, as if she could feel the passion he put into every kiss. She just let him hug her, and kiss her, and she didn't mind. She enjoyed every moment she was hugged to his chest. Every time he touched her. Every kiss he placed on her neck. She enjoyed everything he did to her. This time, however, he pulled away.

"You don't look comfortable." he states solemnly.

In the blink of and eye, he had her lying on the bed, with him over her, her arms draped about his neck. He kissed her forehead.

"If you like this, Haruhi, say the word, and we can try what Tamaki interrupted last time."

She made a quiet gasping sound. What did she want? Kyouya, she could have right now. Hikaru and Tamaki she could have if she wanted them. Was it selfish to take something you didn't know if you wanted? Kyouya's right here, and he wants you, and you're enjoying every moment. So….why is this decision so hard?