The sounds of birds tweeting outside accompanied by sunlight streaming through the window was what awakened the sleeping married couple, who were spooning under the warm covers of their king-sized bed. The "little spoon" groaned quietly and snuggled backward into her husband, the "big spoon," who tightened his hold on her and buried his face into her hair, taking a deep refreshing breath. They both gradually awakened, their bodies warming up and their hearts resuming their daily cadence, beating as one.
"Mmm...morning," mumbled Tamaki into the back of Haruhi's head. He adjusted his own head slightly to put a kiss against her disheveled hair. "How is my darling wife today?"
His inquiry was answered with a sigh containing a breathy "hmmm." Haruhi buried her face into the pillow and bent her knees more so she could stay warm. A quiet chuckle bubbled up from Tamaki's lips as he stroked back her hair from her peaceful face.
"We should get up now, Haruhi. We don't want to let the day escape us!" The cheerful voice finally managed to wake up Haruhi completely, and she turned in his arms, looking at him with her big brown eyes, still slightly unfocused. She smiled slightly and leaned forward, pecking his nose lightly before kissing his lips.
"Mornin'," Haruhi said. Tamaki smiled and gave her several more good morning pecks on the lips. "Tamaki, what are the plans for today?"
It was now their fourth morning waking up in their luxury hotel with a beautiful view of the Riviera. Luckily, it was a nice, sunny, bright day outside, perfect for a boat outing or just a pleasant walk along the coast. Then again, staying inside and cuddling didn't sound too bad either. They had been very active yesterday by walking around window shopping (and almost buying everything Haruhi laid eyes on). The day ended sort of late, as they didn't get back to their room until around 9:30 due to the length of their dinner and desert afterwards. Haruhi felt she could do with a day of relaxing, and as did Tamaki. Plus, it's not like he wouldn't jet them off to France again next month; he had money to burn, and he was more than willing to set hit wallet on fire for his new bride.
A thoughtful expression appeared on Tamaki's face as he considered the options: stay in, go out, or do sort of a combination of both. Decisions, decisions. While he was thinking, he sat up and stretched his arms above his head, yawning and arching his back. His wife stayed lying down, staring up at his shirtless torso, something she still wasn't used to seeing in the morning. Tamaki had stopped wearing shirts to bed as soon as they got to France; the reason why was a mystery. Of course, he still wore pants on the bottom, but still, bare skin is bare skin, and in his case, that skin was both soft and taut with muscle.
Haruhi still wore a pair of pajamas, which consisted of a light blue tank top with some lace trimmings, and matching capri pants. In her suitcase, however, there was a set of lingerie just waiting to be used to wow her husband enough to make him lose his mind. The only issue was that they had yet to have their traditional consummation of love.
Indeed, their first night as a married couple was not spent with passionate lovemaking, but instead hurried packing for their seven o'clock AM flight to France. The reception/after-party of the wedding lasted longer due to the rest of the former Host Club members (namely the twins) getting a little too..."turnt," for better use of words. Even gentlemen can have a bit too much to drink for their own good.
Twin number one, Hikaru, delayed them by insisting that he dance with Haruhi twice for every time she and Tamaki danced together, and every time the newlyweds twirled on the dance floor, the orange-haired man would have as many drinks as he could. Eventually, he passed out, which led to Kyoya calling a taxi to get him back to the hotel they were staying at. The same had to be done for twin number two, only Kaoru was dead set on dancing with every lady in attendance. Every time one of them said no, he'd drink himself into a stupor, until he also hit the floor, mumbling about how he was unloved or something of the sort.
After sighing quietly, Haruhi also sat up and stretched, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes gently. Her husband leaned over and gave her a long SMOOOCH on the cheek, eliciting a small giggle from her.
"Good morning," said Tamaki against his wife's cheek, smiling. "Finally decided to join the world of the living, eh?"
"Mhm." Haruhi reached up and started fixing her disheveled hair, which she had let grow long enough to touch her shoulders. "Anyway, plans for today? It's already ten and I'm kinda hungry...I could make us some brunch and maybe we can think while we eat?" Always quick to act, she didn't wait for Tamaki's response before getting out of bed and putting on a baby blue silk robe with matching fuzzy slippers, heading to the kitchen in their suite to prepare the food. Little did she know, a predatory gaze followed her until she disappeared, undressing her with intensity. Tamaki smiled devilishly and got up, following his wife.