A/N: This is what happens when I'm supposed to be writing essays instead =_= No lemon this time around, but lots of fluff ^^ I hope you all love Kyoya as much as I do and enjoy my drabble hehe. Thanks for reading~

I suppose you could call us opposites. He was so…cold. And blunt about things. He was mathematics and I was art. He was calculations and straight lines, and I was a combination of guesses and spirals. But we were a testament to the old saying, 'opposites attract.'

But I swear to god, if he didn't come to bed soon I was going to lose my mind. I got up, pulling on my kimono and wrapping it around my waist. I opened the bedroom door, light flooding the room, making me close my eyes before I could adjust. I made my way to the library, where Kyoya was at his desk, typing and scribbling into a notepad.

He continued to type, not looking at me, but gave a low grunt, moving his head up to acknowledge I was there. I came up behind him, hugging his chest and resting my head against his. "Come to bed, darling. You can finish later." I kissed his cheek.

He gently pried my hands away from his chest and continued to type.

"Not now, Mei."

I sighed and fell back on the couch. "You work too hard."

"Mhm. You should go to bed, Mei."

"Come with me."

"In a bit."

I sighed again. He got on my nerves in the worst way. But then I remembered something that had me kind of excited. I got up to hug him from behind again.

"Did you read the story I wrote you?" I whispered.

"I did."

I cocked my head. "And?"

"There was a slight grammatical error towards the middle. I fixed it for you."

"Kyoya…" I whined.

He paused to look at me curiously, pushing up his glasses.

"I meant…" I bit my lip, suddenly embarrassed, "did it…do anything for you?"

"Your stories always do." He stated matter-of-factly.

I glared at him, crossing my arms. "Why didn't you just say that then?"

"I assumed you'd want to know of your errors."

I smacked his arm angrily. "Kyoya. You work at a Host Club. You should know women don't like having their flaws pointed out." I snapped.

He shrugged and continued to type. "No one does."

I clenched my teeth but inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself down. "You irritate me." I told him.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Not a day goes by without you telling me so."

I bit the inside of my cheeks. Maybe I was a bit too predictable. "Fine then," I blurted, "In that case I'm leaving you."

He laughed, standing up from his chair and grabbing me by the waist.

"I won't let you."

I held onto his arms, trying to create some distance. "Stop it…"

He held me tighter, pressing his chest against mine. "This is what you wanted, no? Attention?"

I bit my lip, not looking at him. I hated that he could see right through me. He lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Does my queen need attention?"

I melted when he said that. He played the part of a host well.

"Don't talk to me like I'm one of your guests…" I said sheepishly.

He smirked. "That kimono looks good on you."

I blushed. "Thank you."

He lowered his face to mine, his lips just barely brushing my own. "It would look better off, though."

"K-kyoya?"

He peeled it off gently, the thin fabric sliding past my shoulders and falling just to my elbows. He pulled me closer against him, and even though we'd been together for a while now, I felt strangely exposed in just my tanktop and underwear.

"You look alluring like this."

I scoffed. "In my pajamas?"

He bent his head down to kiss me. I squirmed in his arms.

"Your Queen wants you to come to bed with her." I said, "You will won't you?"

He looked hesitantly over at his laptop before shutting it and giving me a quick kiss.

"As you wish."