Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC nor do I own the characters. I just use them to express the thoughts that seek to burst from my mind for many to (hopefully) enjoy.

Rated M for future chapters.

The first thing Haruhi felt as she woke was a roaring pain in her head as if someone were jack hammering into her skull. She released a pained groan as she lifted her hands to rub her temples, which worked to no avail. She took a moment to reason out why she felt so horrible and immediately remembered the events the previous night.

Of course. Who else would be responsible for this agony.

Why…why had she agreed to go out with her soon-to-be former friends of the host club? Nothing ever turned out right when she went out with those numbskulls, especially those demonic spawns Kaoru and Hikaru. All of them had insisted that they celebrate the winning of her latest case. Personally, she didn't care. She won all her cases, so it was like any other, but they had insisted (whined, in Tamaki's case) to go out for drinks. Even after all these years, she still made the mistake of submitting to their antics and demands. After arriving at their favorite place, she could only remember up until Tamaki's sudden urge to sing at the top of his lungs and dance around their table, then blank. She was pretty sure she'd gotten something light, but judging by the killer hangover and missing memories, she would guess that the demon spawns had spiked her drink. They were going to get an earful when she was better.

She slowly sat up, intending to retrieve a few painkillers, when she felt the intimate slide of cloth across her breasts then air. Snapping her eyes open, she looked down to see that she was stark naked. Intending to find a shirt, she wondered how she wound up nude as she slid to sit on the edge of the bed and froze when she got a look at her surroundings.

This was not her room. As a matter of fact, the room was large enough to fit her entire apartment and then some. The room was dark except for the thin beam of light emitting from the nearly closed floor-to-ceiling curtains. As she looked at the room in confusion, a sound behind her caused her to whip her head around (ugh, bad idea). Ignoring the momentarily dizziness and nausea, she could only look in shock at the person laying there.

Or should she say man. A very familiar man.

It was none other than Ootori Kyoya.

What shocked her more was the fact that he was just a naked as her. When she'd gotten up, she'd pulled the covers away far enough to reveal his back and a bit of his hips.

Oh God….what had she done? Why was she in Kyoya's bed?

Images of last night suddenly came to mind. Entwined bodies. Heavy breathing. Moaning. Passionate kisses. Wonderful sensations.

Blushing furiously, she jerked off the bed as he moved behind her. Unconsciously, her gaze took in the glorious man and she couldn't help but think how sexy he was. His black hair was ruffled, falling over his handsome face bare of glasses. He was a lean man with muscles developed from daily exercise routine of running and swimming. Beneath the suit he usually wore and hours spent in the office, you would never guess he had such an athletic body.

How had this happened? Well, she could conclude that it had to do with the hangover. Had Kyoya gotten drunk too? He didn't seem like the type, but what else could explain this disastrous incident. While her mind was in a complete panic, her heart was beating with hope and happiness.

No one would ever guess, but she was in love with him. It was nothing like the momentary infatuation she had for Tamaki in high school. The love she had for him was a mature one, built upon getting to know him and spending time together over the years. Though she talked to the other hosts when she could, she and Kyoya associated on a regular basis. They lived in closer vicinity than the others, who lived too far away for her to meet up with all the time. Though, to them, a mere plane ride across the country was like a car ride downtown. Rich bastards.

Tamaki made his home near his mother in France with his wife, Éclair. Though the others still resided in Japan, they either lived clear across the country or were too busy to make time for the usual antics (much to her relief). Along with living in the same city, the Ootori group was also one of her most important clients. She and Kyoya met at least twice a week for lunch and a nice chat. She relished those moments, though you would never realize it through her indifference.

Oh God....what was wrong with her? She needed to get out of here. Looking around the room, she found her discarded clothes and quickly pulled them on. After one last look at the sleeping man, she quickly made her way out the mansion, avoiding anyone to witness her escape. Luckily, this wasn't the first time she'd been here, so she knew her way around pretty well. She was glad to see that her car was parked out front. The guard let her out without any type of suspicion or curiosity since it wasn't odd for her to be there at whatever time was appropriate for them to conduct business or to simply talk. With a final look at the mansion, she drove off, trying her best to put the matters behind her.

That's it for chapter one. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to get the next chapter in ASAP. I don't like for my stories to be prolonged for long. I LIVE for your reviews!!!