I write this note in honor of my dear reviewer, Hotaru-Naichingeru, and my other dear reviewer, Athenafrodite. I told you you'd both get a mention. Here it is! To everyone who reads this little story: THESE TWO PEOPLE ARE AWESOME! Enjoy! R+R, please!

No one really knows this about me, but I love sleep. I hate being woken up. Tamaki simply loves to wake me up with news about his beloved Haruhi. Well, tonight, I'm glad he did. Without it, I never would have had my first kiss.

My cell phone rang at three AM. I'd set Tamaki's ring tone as the quietest one I could find, but somehow he managed to be loud even at the hour of the dead.

I rolled over and glanced at the display. It went silent; Tamaki had felt the evil glare. I pictured him in the corner and laughed to myself.

Just then, I heard a thud outside. Why the hell is there a thud at this hour? Does no one respect my need for sleep? God help the robber who dared disturb this house.

My room looks out over the front entrance; I saw a figure on the doorstep. I didn't hear the lock clicking, so I assumed they knew I was awake.

I crept out into the hallway. I listened to the front door; still quiet. I threw open the door, finding…

… Haruhi?

I wasn't hallucinating. Haruhi was lying, unconscious, on the Ootori estate's front stops. As for why, I had no idea. Oh, well. I shut the door and went back to bed.

Guilt pricked at me. I couldn't sleep. Haruhi was on my front step at this late hour. I could charge her loitering fines; but she'd have to be alive in order to pay…

I got up again.

I picked Haruhi up, holding her close in case the guards saw her and got the wrong idea. Her shoulders were exposed. I pressed her against my bare chest for warmth, ignoring the heat that rushed to my cheeks. It's just cold, that's all, I told myself.

I looked down and saw my hand in uncomfortable proximity to her chest. I yanked it back and almost dropped her. I readjusted my grip and carried her to my room.

What was I going to do? It was too cold to let her sleep on my couch. She'd have to sleep in my bed or she'd freeze to death. I set her down on my bed and covered her in my down comforter.

I suppose I could see what the three idiots were always going on about. Haruhi was cute, I suppose. She had a babyish face. Of course, I'd kill myself before ever admitting this out loud, but she was cute. In a childlike way.

In fact, she was very, very cute. I found myself leaning toward her. Her little rosebud mouth…

NO, stop that! I snarled at myself. Ignore your temporary lapse in sanity and go to sleep.

I crawled between the sheets as far away from her as I could. Kissing was out of the question.

Haruhi shifted, rolling into my side, her lips on my neck. This time I couldn't deny my face was slightly red. This girl was a sleeping temptress!

She muttered in her sleep, grabbing my arm and pulling it around her. I was forced to roll onto my side or risk dislocating my shoulder.

There was a girl in my bed. This had never happened before. This was disturbing. Deeply disturbing.

And deeply tempting.

She had really left herself defenseless this time. Well, no matter. There was nothing to be gained from it anyway. I closed my eyes and drifted into a very awkward state of sleep.

When I woke up, I found lips on mine.

Haruhi?

She was kissing me. It was one of the dreaded kisses in shojo manga! I started to panic. I tried to pull back, but Haruhi pressed closer, welding herself to me.

How was I supposed to resist that? I gave in, letting her do what she would.

I found myself thanking Tamaki for waking me up.

Finally she was done and she rolled off of me. I decided it wasn't safe to stay in this bed anymore and I went to go get dressed.

When I came back, she was awake.

"What happened?"

"I found you outside my front door, Haruhi. I could charge you for loitering, you know." I sat down on the couch, shirt unbuttoned. "I didn't want you dying of cold before you paid off your debt, so I brought you inside."

She didn't react to being in my bed. I guess she thought our relationship was platonic enough that nothing would happen.

"Thank you very much, Kyoya-senpai." She stood. "I'd better be getting home." She bowed to me and left.

To this day I still don't know how or why she landed at my door, but I got hell from Tamaki when he found out. I assured him I hadn't done a single thing. It was ALL Haruhi, I added silently.

If Haruhi knew, she didn't let on. We simply continued our existences as creditor and debt payer/ slave.

But in the depths of my psyche, I was glad Haruhi had been my first kiss.

But I'd rather die than ever admit that out loud.