A/N: I am rather sad this couple isn't shown more love, I think they are rather lovely. This story is basically just something I think would happen between them if they were a couple. Either way, I hope to write and read more of them sooner or later.

I hope you enjoy this and let me know what you think. :)

Uta no Prince-Sama (c) Broccoli

Between the Sheets

It is no secret that Masato is a workaholic. He loves his job and never wants to be away from it in fear that a good opportunity will be wasted – not to mention the other, more personal, fact that he did not want to waste disobeying his family's wish on not indulging in his work. This had led to him to becoming the center of a joke that revolved around workaholics and how it would have bothered him if he shared a personality of someone like Otoya, but he likes to think of it as a compliment to the fact he is so devoted.

And yet, despite his obsessive tendencies, here Masato is, the night after a concert, still covered by white sheets and hiding his face against a satin pillow from the rays of light streaming in from the window behind him. The time never crosses his mind as he rolls over to sneak a peek at the sleeping form next to him. Upon sight of the poof of red hair and the sensual curves of a body hidden beneath thin sheets, Masato recalls the previous night when he invited her over and they got caught up in each other which led up to this current moment.

Masato does not get much time to admire the woman next to him as she moans quietly and rolls over to smile tiredly at him. At the sight of her soft facial features, Masato finds a smile of his own spreading (the girl is known for her contagious smiles, after all).

"Morning," Tomochika says barely above a whisper through half open eyes.

"Morning…" Masato replies in the same manner of tone.

"Mm… what time is it?" She inquires in a tone that suggests she does, in fact, not really care for an answer, while slowly inching closer to the man.

With a glance past her body, Masato is in slight shock when he finds that it is past noon already. Upon telling her, she has a sharp laugh as she announces, "Guess morning wasn't the appropriate term then."

"I'm late for work," Masato declares in response and starts sitting up and moving a hand to his disheveled hair to smooth it out. "The others are probably worried," He adds as an afterthought (more of a reassurance that he should not dwell too long in case they be caught and teased for carelessly handling their still unannounced relationship).

A hand shoots out and grabs his arm which is followed by a drawn out sigh. "You can play hooky for one day, right? I'm sure the others aren't that worried since you're still here," Tomochika argues and tugs his arm lightly. Masato hesitates then and knows he has a duty to his job, but one glance at the large, pleading eyes and exaggerated pout from the woman makes his decision for him.

Falling back in place next to Tomochika, Masato looks at her with a soft gaze as her hand takes place of his in his hair. The gesture is calming and lures him back to his drowsy state and he cannot remember the last time anyone ever did this for him – his mother may have at one time, but he has no recollection of it. It does not matter though as the woman next to him continues the gesture and all too soon sets him back into his tired state. In the final moments before his vision fades to black, he hears Tomochika quietly say, "so cute…."

A tiny smile spreads on Masato's face then and he cannot help thinking the same of her as he returns to a world that requires no effort of him and really, it is quite relaxing. All right, playing hooky is not that bad.