Ah, Problem.
~Fujioka Residence
Haruhi had been shivering for a few blocks before they arrived at her apartment and Takashi was worried. Once he set her down inside her door, he placed his hand softly against her cheek with a look of concern. "Hmm, cold," he said as Haruhi sighed and closed her eyes. "No! Haruhi!" he snapped. "Huh?" she opened her eyes. "You need warmth!" She sighed, plucking at her shirt, "Yeah, I'm soaked through, I'll go dry off and change." She looked at him, how big he was, "There's nothing here that will fit you." Takashi smiled again. "I will be fine."
Takashi wrapped a towel around his shorts. They were still damp but there truly was nothing in the house that would fit him. Once he hung his uniform to dry, he started the kettle and set out the tea things. The lights began to flicker and he looked up. "Hm." He could hear her muttering through the door as he raised his hand to knock. "Aah!" He was through the door before she had completed her fall. 'At least I made it to socks and underwear first.' She thought as she looked up at him. "Still too cold, Haruhi." He gently chided. She blushed at the look in his eyes, there was more than just concern there. Thunder rolled through the apartment, she whimpered and clutched at him.
"You are safe with me." He soothed, pulling her blanket from the bed to tuck around her. As she calmed in his arms, he scanned the room. "Your phone?" he asked. "Hmm? Oh, it's charging on the dresser." Another roll of thunder shook the apartment and she whimpered again, clutching his neck. A flash of lightning through the blinds and the lights went out. Takashi sighed and walked to her dresser. "It should have enough charge by now." She said as he fumbled with the button in the dark. "Yes," he said as he tapped the screen, "No signal." "It must have knocked out a cell tower," she laughed softly in his arms. "The world is against us tonight, Takashi." He smiled down at her in the reflected light of her phone "It does not matter, Haruhi. You are always safe with me." She looked solemnly back at him. "I know that." She said with a note of wonder. He was a safe place, not cold or walled off, just safe. They wandered through the house, collecting blankets and turning everything off. Takashi was worried, even wrapped in blankets and held against his chest, her teeth had started to chatter. "Wwwhat are wwe doing?" she asked. "You are still too cold," he replied as he set her on the couch and started to lay out the blankets. His face warmed "Hypothermia first aid." Haruhi thought 'Well, I can't take a warm shower or have tea, no power, so that means … skin to skin contact?' She blushed, happy he couldn't see. "Wwhy the ccouch?" "To remind me." He replied, his voice rough, as he pulled her flat against him so they were lying face to face. 'She's so small,' he thought as he wound the blankets over them 'and still so cold, I hope she warms up soon.' His libido was attempting to draw his attention to the (nearly) naked girl in his arms. He resolutely ignored it, while his subconscious took pictures for the 'Uncomfortable Dreams' file. Meanwhile, Haruhi's libido had brought the cheerleaders and they were chanting "Make A Move! Make A Move!" and several other parts were in full agreement. She shook her head softly, drawing his attention. "What's wrong?" he asked gently. "Arguing wwith mmyself." "Ah, yes." He nodded. They lay in silence for a while, her head on his shoulder, as Haruhi began to warm and her teeth stopped chattering. She thought about how comfortable the silence was, neither oppressive nor demanding. "Takashi?" "Hmm?" "I spoke with Honey today." She said softly. He breathed out a soft laugh and touched his head where Usa-Chan had hit him "Ha. Yes. Why Honey?" he asked. "Well," she began, absently stroking his chest with one hand, "I never quite bought in to the whole Child Master/ Devoted Bodyguard-Servant act you two put out. I know he's much smarter than he pretends, and older, so I thought he would know if…" and she looked at him, tears starting in her eyes "If I…had a chance with you." More softly, barely audible "I love you, Takashi." The look in his eyes suddenly made her feel much warmer. "Yes, Haruhi, I love you too." This kiss was stronger, more passionate, yet still not forceful. He would stop the second she began to pull away…
When they finally came up for air, she looked at him and said "Wow." He smiled at her tenderly "Yes." She blushed, "Do you want to…um?" He shook his head and looked away. "Really? But I thought I felt…" Takashi blushed and said "Yes, but not yet." He met her eyes. "Haruhi, I would never damage your honor. You will always be safe with me." It sounded like a promise, and it was. She was amazed, not by the sentiment, because she somehow already knew, but it was the most words she had ever heard from him. "Could we still hold each other, and maybe kiss?" She asked hesitantly. He leaned toward her, "I would like that," and their lips met once more. An hour later, as they were exchanging gentle caresses, she felt it again, something tapping at her leg, but she knew precisely where his hands were. "Takashi?" she asked. He sighed, "Ignore it. I am." He looked away, blushing like the sunset. Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms. He smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. "Takashi…" she murmured. "Hush, Haruhi, sleep." He whispered back before sleep claimed him as well.
(Confessions managed, some problems solved, here comes another)