A/N: I'm a first timer at this so please bear with me. I warn you with OCCness (on Kyouya's part that is) and I put quite a number of OCs here, but I still hope that this will be of your liking. Unbeta-ed.

Disclaimer: The brilliance that is Ouran Host Club is Bisco Hatori's and hers alone. The OCs, obviously, belong to me.

The room was quite unfamiliar and judging by the lack of personal items on the dresser, it was most probably a hotel room.

A few pieces of clothing were strewn in various areas of the floor; some even made it on top of a lamp shade and at the foot of a coffee table.

It looked as if the mess was a result of a struggle. But getting a full view of the place (especially of the bed), it was, without doubt, caused by a whirlwind of passion between two seemingly inebriated persons.

The woman winced at the light seeping through the window and was slowly focusing her sight.

As she regained her consciousness, she became fully aware of her current situation after some slight movements from her side. Beside her was a handsome man, not to mention naked like her, who was still in deep slumber, but in all his masculine glory, nonetheless.

The sight of him made her gasp and the fact that they both shared a bed left her breathless. She was even startled when he suddenly swung his long, lean arm over her waist.

At his touch, her skin crawled. It took her a while to get accustomed to its warmth. Afterwards, she inched closer to him, until her back touched his toned chest and until their bodies were in a comfortable fit.

Her sudden movements made his arm wound tighter around her and he subconsciously laid his face in the crease of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin and slightly nuzzling her hair.

She smiled to herself and relished every moment that she was within his embrace, enjoying all the comfort his body could offer. As she ran her fingertips along his smooth arm, the sensations and emotions that she had felt from last night gradually came back to her senses. She had never felt this kind of intimacy before. It filled her sanity making her wish that it would never end.

But as it always goes, all things must come to a close.

Everything has a conclusion and she knew that soon enough, what they briefly shared should have its own.

Slowly, as not to wake him, she eased herself from his grip and slid out of bed. Fishing out her clothes from all over the place, she made a soft 'Oh!' and blushed deeply after catching sight of his dark blue boxers. After hurriedly putting on her clothes, she made a quick escape from the room.

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"Uhm, Ma'am!" the receptionist called out to the woman who bolted straight towards the revolving doors which served as entrance and exit of the hotel.

"Yes?" she answered as she recovered from her rush.

"Well, don't you have someone with you occupying Room 302? I seem to recall a man checking in with you last night. Though, you two were sort of tipsy and all…" The knowing smile that the receptionist wore made her hair stand on end.

"Ah, y-yeah… I did. Uhm, he's still asleep and I couldn't bring myself to wake him up, but I really have to hurry," stammered the other woman as she turned to leave. Damn nosy woman! I have to get out of here before he wakes up!

"So, would you prefer to leave a message in case your friend looked for you then?" Every word hinted slight amounts of malice, but was enough to get the woman in question very pissed off.

A vein almost popped in her head at that last comment from the girl who was giving her a toothy grin from behind the desk. Darn. If only stuffing my Louboutins into your face wouldn't make a scandal in here, I'd gladly do it at this moment! But charges for attempted homicide won't do well either; being hounded by the press is the last thing I want to happen. Especially if they knew who I've been with last night in this hotel…

But it wouldn't hurt to give a little tongue-lashing, would it?

"LISTEN YOU—"

"Thank you for the proposal Miss, but I'm afraid that it won't be necessary anymore."

Both women turned to the owner of the deep, suave voice that cut their exchange. The two were wide-eyed at the bespectacled man who just calmly smiled at them. Though slightly disheveled, (as it was apparent that he just woke up) he was still, undeniably, gorgeous.

At that smile, the receptionist practically became Jell-O; while the other woman was frozen with shock.

Heavens… What now? If it weren't for that nosy bitc—

"You could've woken me up Fujiwara-san. It's such a shame for you to just go and forget me, isn't it?" after which, he took hold of her arm, making her flinch in the process.

He was so composed and charming that it was scary.

The smile plastered on his flawless face didn't waver when he turned to the love-struck receptionist.

"Miss, uhm—Sachiko--," he said as he leaned towards the girl and squinted at her name tag.

"P-please call me Miyuki!" blurted the blushing girl who couldn't contain her admiration.

She's obviously flirting now. How pathetic... Ms. Fujiwara snorted inwardly.

"Miyuki-san, I again want to express my gratitude towards your thoughtfulness. This establishment is indeed fortunate to have you as an employee. Now, if everything here is settled, may you excuse us for we have business to attend to?" he uttered smoothly using the richest tones of his voice, enough to melt even the coldest & rock-hard of hearts.

And since Sachiko Miyuki wasn't cold-hearted like what the guys she rejected believed to be true, she easily succumbed to the charismatic words of the man in front of her.

"Of-of course! You're free to go, since you already paid after you checked in last night!"

Miyuki gave the man the sweetest smile she could muster. I only get to have a one in a hundred chance to meet a guy like this everyday, so might as well give my all!

"Very well then. Thank you so much, we'll be taking our leave now. " Giving one last blinding smile to the besotted Miss Sachiko and proceeded to escort (rather forcefully) the still-dazed Miss Fujiwara towards the outside of the building.

"Hope you enjoyed your stay here!" The smitten receptionist yelled at the two before they had completely gone outside.

"We sure did," responded Ootori Kyouya and gave his signature smirk.

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"I can take it from here, Ootori-kun."

Fujiwara Kumiko stated in a clear and firm voice after Kyouya had led her to the waiting limousine outside the hotel. It made Kyouya's left eyebrow rise and he shot her a quizzical look.

"Don't worry, I certainly don't abduct women, if that's what you're afraid of," Kyouya reassured her.

"N-no! I-it's just that… I decline this offer," stammered Kumiko who was full of hesitation.

"Why so?"

"Because…," She seemed to fumble for words; looking for a good excuse to escape from the Ootori's clutches. Because to spend one night with you is enough. At least I was drunk then. But now… We're both pretty much sober and a ride with you would fling my sanity out the window!

She was facing a big dilemma.

"I know you're a busy man and I just can't afford to waist any more of your time."

Finally, she was able to form a statement that was coherent and casual, to say the least. But it actually contradicting her true sentiments at those moments. In truth, she was trembling inside; trembling with anticipation, confusion and uncertainty. What happened the night before was still…. So unbelievable, but quite true. It's as if she needed an ample amount of time to digest everything into her system. The turn of events was so sudden that it made her head swirl with so much things.

"You're not mad at me for getting hold of you, are you?" Kyouya's brows continue to be furrowed. It's not like she's disturbed with what happened last night… Or is she?

The young woman shook her head and plastered a rather exhausted smile on her face.

"But if you really insist…." Kumiko was still as hesitant as before, but felt a little guilty for Kyouya. It wasn't really all his fault and it was just a ride home. He was just being the gentleman that he is, and she can't ignore that. And, yes, it bothered her to see the troubled look on his face. She had no choice but to comply.

"Shall we?" said Kyouya, finally devoid of the anxiety that was displayed on his handsome face a while ago, and in its place was a genuinely relieved smile.

As he escorted her in getting in the limo, she can't help but turn a light shade of pink when his fingers grazed her shoulder. Despite what occurred between them, it was still so hard to not feel uneasy with his distinct presence. He was affecting her in every way possible and his mere actions make her senses tingle every time.

It was going to be a long ride home.

A/N: This ain't much, but I hope you guys weren't that disappointed. ;)

Reviews are appreciated!

Update (01/18/09):I kind of tweaked this just a tiny bit... Checking on spelling errors and such; but still, I guess this chap is still not free of typos. But feel free to point out some if I missed them. To my lovely reviewers: THANK YOU SO DARN MUCH! I was so psyched at having reviews on the same day I posted my first ever fic.. I'm still fidgety until now. Haha. Thanks again!