WARNING: incoming lemons! Or limes… I'm not sure which this falls under. NSFW anyway.

Having grown up rich and arguably a little spoilt, Tamaki Suoh had never had to do any real labour, instead used to having maids and servants at his beck and call, it was a little funny to see him trying to lug his and Haruhi's heavy suitcases to their hotel room.

"I can carry my own things" Haruhi said, sounding annoyed despite being amused at the odd sight of Tamaki attempting to drag their possesions up the stairs.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Tamaki exclaimed with his usual air of bravado. "A prince must always care for his princess!"

Haruhi wrinkled her nose. "Don't ever call me that" she snapped shortly. She hated the idea of being considered one of Tamaki's airheaded princesses. Though Haruhi was still sometimes self-concious about their relationship, she was under the impression that her status as 'girlfriend' put her in a different category as the girls who paid to being wooed by Tamaki. Haruhi was grateful to get the real, unfiltered Tamaki and certainly didn't apprecitate being compared to them.

Tamaki laughed as Haruhi turned around in anger, only to feel his arms wrapping around her body. "Of course, Haruhi. Don't worry, you are far more precious than any princess… you are my Queen! Yes, of course the Host Club King needs his Queen!" He rested his chin on her shoulder and Haruhi couldn't help but smile, even as she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not a Queen, I'm a commoner, remember?"

Tamaki chuckled. "Right. Well, okay Queen of the commoners, let's go find our room."

Being the rich bastards they were, the rooms were of course on the top and most luxurious floor of the building. When Tamaki unlocked the door to his room, it became clear that the 'room' was inadequetly named, as the huge space that emcompassed their side of the building was as large as both their apartments back in Boston. Containing a kitchenette, dining area, living room, bathroom and bedroom, the area was more of a suite than a room.

"Er – isn't this a little over the top, Senpai?" Haruhi asked tentatively, not wanting to insult him.

"Of course not, mon cheri! We're in Spain, we should enjoy your first overseas trip to the fullest!" Tamaki said, as he cross the threshold and diposited their belongings at the door.

Haruhi sighed. She knew it. Ever since they started dating, Tamaki had taken every opportunity to spoil her, and while she appreciated the gesture, she hated to see the money go to waste. "Senpai, I would have been perfectly happy with a small motel room. It's just somewhere to sleep…" she attempted to explain, trailing off as she noticed Tamaki's mischeivious face.

"Oh?"

In an instance, Tamaki had somehow bounced right back to where he was before, in front of her face and bending down to look into her confused eyes. "Is that all you do in a hotel room, hmm?"

Haruhi felt her face heat up as Tamaki used his fingers to tilt her head up towards him.

"S-shut up – baka!" she pushed him away from her and moved to pick up her things, ignoring his laughter.

"Ah, Haruhi, I was only teasing!"

The short girl grumbled as her (in her opinion) overly-affectionate boyfriend grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in to a signiture Suoh bone-crushing hug.

"Senpai!" she gasped out against his chest,"let me go!" she managed to push him off her, and resumed unpacking her things.

"But Haruhiiiii" Tamaki pouted as his girlfriend ignored him, desperate for an ounce of affection. He knew he was being flirty, but he enjoyed pushing Haruhi out of her comfort zone – after all, how would their relationship ever progress if she couldn't even get used to his flirty side?

"But nothing," the brunette said stubbornly. "We're here for Kyoya senapi, nothing more. We're going to spend the night sleeeping" she eyed him evilly as he grinned sheepishly, "and then tomorrow we'll join everyone at breakfast and continue sight seeing. Got it?"

Looking a little like a kicked puppy, Tamaki nodded.

Haruhi sighed in relief. "Good."

The two managed to unpack their belongings into the (ridiculously) large bedroom (seriously, there was enough for more than one king-sized bed!) before deciding that they should probably actually get ready to sleep. It had been a long day, and they surely had another one ahead of them.

"I'll get changed in the bathroom, you can stay in here mon cheri" Tamaki offered with a bow. Haruhi smiled and nodded in agreement.

Searching for her nightwear in the drawers, Haruhi was thankful that her dad hadn't had the opportunity to repack her clothes. As much as she missed her father, replacing her comfy cotton shorts and baggy teeshirt with some lacy nightgown would be really problematic in her current situation.

As she changed, Haruhi contemplated the awkward situation. It wasn't that she didn't love Tamaki, but he had been coming on quite strong with the romantic theatrics in the last few days.

Despite what the host club thought, Haruhi wasn't ignorant of the human anatomy, and certainly wasn't naïve enough to believe her boyfriend was as innocent as he claimed to be in front of the clubs clients. She knew the exact implications of them sharing a bed were, and was certain Tamaki had realised them too.

With a sigh, the petite girl laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to all her problems.

Tamaki's boldness had caught her off-guard. When she didn't know how to respond to something, Haruhi went into flight or fight mode – and often turned to flight, hence the running away earlier in the day. However, that wasn't to say she was opposed to the idea of them… being together. Like that. In fact, the thought may have crossed her mind before without prompting, and it hadnt repulsed her at all. In fact, it was something she was entirely open to. However, Haruhi was terrible and flirting and conveying her emotions at all.

And underneath all of the lack of communication, and embarassment and nervousness, of course there was the insecurity. It had taken Haruhi a while to get used to just kissing Tamaki and the more intimate the got, the more fearful she became. Tamaki was her first boyfriend, first anything. She always felt akward when they kissed, and unsure whenever they made out. She was constantly doubting her ability to love and show her love.

"Haruhi?" there was a soft knock at the bedroom door "are you dressed? Can I come back in?"

Haruhi called back in the affirmative and sat up before Tamaki reentered the room.

"Which side of the bed do you want?" she asked the first thing she could think of to cut the awkward tension. Haruhi was currently laying on the right side of the bed, having been the closest to the wardrobe. Still, she didn't care either way, and she knew Tamaki had a king sized bed at home and likely had a preferance.

"Ah, the left is fine."

Haruhi shuffled as far to the right as she could as Tamaki climbed into bed, nearly falling off the side. The blonde noticed this and couldn't help but laugh.

"Am I that repulsive, Haruhu?"

"Wha- no!" she blushed a bright tomato red as her intentions were brought to light. "I just, ah…"

When she failed to provide a suitable answer, Tamaki went straight into drama-queen mode. He leaped up from the bed and threw himself over the loveseat in the corner of the room. "My girlfriend doesn't want to cuddle me! I took it too far today, I knew it! I'm an awful boyfriend!"

Haruhi blushed as he announced their titles loud enough for the whole hotel to hear and jumped up to try and pacify him. "Tamaki, stop!" she hissed.

"No!" he blurted, suddenly sounding genuinely upset. "I feel awful for what I put you through today! You were uncomfortable and I still flirted with you…"

Haruhi shook her head. "It was just teasing Senapai, it's… it's normal for couples to do, right?"

"Not us!" Tamaki frowned. "We're… We don't do that. We're not a normal couple, right? We're… we're so much more and less than that… I don't even know…"

Haruhi felt her heart plummet. Did this mean he was over her? He wanted a normal relationship?

"Tamaki… do you not want to be with me anymore?" the words had barely left her mouth before Tamaki had shut her down.

"No! I mean yes – no! Haruhi, I – I always want to be with you! I just feel like our situations keep us from acting like a normal couple sometimes, so when we get to do something normal like… like going on a vacation, I want to make it extra romantic!"

Despite Tamaki's panicky tone, Haruhi couldn't help but smile at the nervous blonde. He was so adorable, like a puppy, all pouty and concerned for her.

When she didn't respond, Tamaki turned his body away from her. Sitting on the couch like that, he looked incredibly dejected at her reaction and sorry for himself. Well, at least he wasn't in his gloom corner. That would certainly put a damper on heir 'honeymoon'.

So he wanted them to act more couply? A lightbulb clicked in Haruhi's mind, and while she blushed at the thought, she wanted to reassure Tamaki that she did love him.

Inspired, she moved towards the loveseat and sat on her knees facing her boyfriend.

"Tamaki"

The blonde looked up curiously, and Haruhi suddenly felt nervous all over again. She wanted to run, like she had earlier at Tamaki's suggestie comment. But this time she wouldn't.

"Haruhi?"

Cautiously, Haruhi placed her hands either side of Tamaki's face, cradling his head before moving in so that their lips touched ever so slightly. It didn't take long for Tamaki to respond, returning the kiss gently and moving his hands to her waist, pulling her in to an embrace.

Having promised herself to persevere through the nerves, Haruhi found the courage to deepen the kiss, opening her mouth, inviting her boyfriend in. Slowly but surely, their kisses became more passionate, Tamaki moving his hands from her waist to her hips, shifting her into his lap. The new position allowed for more intimacy, which Haruhi both feared and welcomed.

She had been surprised to feel the already formed hardness in his lap, and flushed when she realised what it was, but not nearly as much as Tamaki did.

"Uh – I-I'm sorry Haruhi, I didn't mean to, I can't help –" she shut him up with a kiss, understanding it wasn't his fault, and actually feeling a little more comfortable in her abilities.

"It's fine," she assured him "you… uh, you make me feel these things too…"

The two blushed, feeling an awkward sense of vulnerability and embarassment coupled with pride and arousal. Tamaki decided to end the silent moment by tugging her closer to him again and rejoining their lips.

As their kisses progressed, the two felt their inhibitions go and gave in to their desires. As Tamaki planted butterfly kisses down her neck, Haruhi found herself experimentally shifting her hips, rubbing his clothed desire in the process. While she hadnt realised she'd been doing it, she was grateful for the discovery as Tamaki let out a groan against her skin. Enjoying the feelings and noises from her boyfriend, the brunette rotated her hips again hoping for the same reaction.

"Har…uhi!" Tamaki groaned again, leaning his head on her left shoulder.

"Is… Is this okay?" the androgynous girl asked shyly, suddenly doubting her actions.

To her confusion, Tamaki let out a raspy chuckle. "I thought I was supposed to be the one asking you that… Ugh, It's more than okay… Keep going, please"

At the encouragement, Haruhi repeated the action before being engulfed in another deep kiss.

To her surprised, the next time she moved her hips, Tamaki also involunatrily shifted below her, causing his erectio to collide in just the right place.

"Oh!" she let out a small noise of pleasure before becoming immediately embarrassed, but Tamaki looked ectstaic at the slip up.

He thrusted his hips up again as Haruhi ground down at the same time, creating an irrestiable friction between them. The two broke their kiss to moan, and Haruhi told herself it was okay not to afraid anymore. It was Tamaki. She wanted this.

"T-Tamaki" she almost whispered, looking into his lust-filled eyes hazily, "I… I'd like to… do more tonight… Is… is that ok? If we go further?" she redirected her eyes as the embarassment took over. She'd never been one of those people who found sex especially important, or even fantasised… but right now she was feeling things she'd seldom experienced before, and wanted to continue the experience with this boy – man – she'd come to love.

Tamaki gently brushed the hair out of her face and planted a soft kiss on her lips. It wasn't as desperate or as passionate as the others, but was meaningful in its own way. It was a promise, a display of love to show that he'd always be there for her.

"Yes" he said quietly, excitement barely concealed, "but only if you're sure."

Haruhi smiled and nodded, initiating another passionate kiss as Tamaki lifted her into his arms and moved them towards the bed.

She wanted this.

It wasn't long before the troublesome layers of clothing between them came off, as the couple gave in to their desires and demonstrated their love for each other in the best way they knew how. And even right at the end, Tamaki had to ask again, and Haruhi responded the same way, certain that this was what she wanted and there would be no regrets, even as her body tensed up in pain, it was all completely worth it.

I can't believe I wrote that, I'm so embarrassed, hide me.

So yeah. That's the first uh intimate scene I've ever written and just couldn't bring myself to write any further than that. That being said, please review this and give constructive criticism!

I'm so sorry this chapter took so long, I really shouldn't have posted right before the holidays aha. Still, I hope you enjoyed this and remember to review!