A/N: So, I have the next chapter out exactly when I promised I would. Yay me. And yay to all my reviewers and readers. You guys are great. Especially my reviewers, when I see a new review it makes me feel all warm and gushy inside because I know that you liked my story enough to leave me a review.

Disclaimer: Much to my sadness and chagrin, I still do not own Ouran High School Host Club. I couldn't even convince Kyouya that I owned him, and I did try, although I suppose that was hardly to be wondered at.

As generally happens, the bride and groom left the reception before it had come to an end. As soon as the limousine pulled away Haruhi yanked off the stilettos that the twins had forced her into and chucked them as far as she could within the confined space.

"Seriously, damn whoever invented those things!"

She sounded so petulant that Kyouya had to smile, but he kept his voice dry as he replied "they make your legs look so good though."

The nerves finally caught up with Haruhi and she packed out laughing. "I never would have pegged you as such a perve Kyouya-senpai."

She was practically doubled over with laughter but it abruptly died to silence when she felt a hand on her cheek applying a minute but irresistible pressure. Following it, she came face to face with her new husband. The proximity of his face meant that there was no glare on his glasses to separate them and she could see his eyes clearly.

Too clearly.

They looked like molten steel and there was something that she couldn't identify smouldering in their depths. "Please, don't call me that."

The last time she had seen him look like this had been the night at the beach house. He looked intense and a little dangerous. "I'm sorry – Kyouya-sen… Kyouya." she replied in a small voice.

Kyouya could read her face clearly. There was fear there, but also something else. Unless he was very much mistaken, which was unlikely, it was curiosity. Then she licked her lips, it was an innocent action but it affected him in ways that she was not ready to feel the brunt of. He was forced to look away, clearing his throat to bring back some semblance of normality. "Thank you." His voice was soft but too husky for his liking.

He swallowed drily, past the lump that had formed in his throat. "We'll be at the airport soon, in case you are curious." His tone was one of business. He liked business. Business was comparatively safe.

Once Haruhi had started thinking about the beach house, other thought naturally came unbidden to her mind. She knew what that had been. He was teaching her a lesson. But it was also the first time, not counting her father, that a man had been so close to her physically. The first time sensation had overcome her sense. She had often since wondered, if she had said nothing, if she had just gone with it, what might have happened that night. She habitually caught those thoughts before they ran away with her.


When they arrived at the airport Haruhi was at a loss. All Kyouya had told her of their honeymoon destination was that it had a beach but she didn't know more than that. She looked at him questioningly and he gave his trademark smirk. "This way." He placed a hand on her shoulder and directed her to the domestic gates.

She was a little surprised, she would have thought him to prefer more exotic locales. Maybe he was less of a snob than she had assumed. No, scratch that she decided as they approached a small gate with no queue and were greeted with "Good afternoon Ootori-sama, the jet is ready."

"Rich bastard" she muttered.

Kyouya heard her anyway, "I'd find a new insult if I were you. After all, you're one of us now."

She paused, considered what he had said, and then responded with "smug bastard."

He grinned wider, "save the sweet talk for later dearest." Her voice practically oozed sarcasm.


Haruhi's eyes widened when she stepped into the interior of the jet. As someone whose only experience was with commercial planes; she had never expected that they could be so opulent. Or so empty.

It didn't even look like a real plane interior. It looked more like a living room, with leather chairs all arranged around a central area and large screened TV's on the front and back walls.

Kyouya coughed lightly, bringing her back from her thoughts and reminding her that he was still standing outside. She jumped and moved to the side, stuttering an apology.

"Don't worry about it," he replied smoothly, moving past her to sit in one of the chairs. He sensed that her awe was keeping her from moving so he patted then seat next to him. "It's quite alright, I won't bite you." He sounded completely serious, although his gravitas was disrupted slightly by his faint smile. Wordlessly she took the suggestion, perching herself right at the edge, her back ramrod straight.

"Relax," he said, leaning back and taking out his laptop. He set it up on his knees, booted it up and immediately started typing at an incredible pace.

He didn't even look up when the smartly dressed stewardess addressed them. "Good afternoon Ootori-sama. We are taking of shortly and will be arriving in about an hour. I have taken the liberty of checking and there is fine weather expected in Osaka."

Haruhi said nothing. Osaka? They were going to Osaka? Why would Kyouya choose something so conventional? And, more importantly, wasn't the bullet train a far more sensible way to get there?

A/N: So, the wedding ends and the honeymoon begins, you will have to wait till Sunday to see what comes next. But you love me anyway right? Or at least you love my story, I hope. If you love it, or even like it, please hit that review button. Remember that you will get a sneak peek at chapter four if you do.