"Turn around." He said as she turned to face him. Curious, she eyes him and then did as she was told. A moment later, his hands went over her head and fastened a necklace around her neck. It was a simple chain of platinum, and hanging from it was a beautiful teardrop sapphire set in platinum as well. It even matched her dress.

"Kyoya…" Haruhi breathed as she held the pendant to get a better look at it. "It's beautiful.. but when…?"

"That's my secret Haruhi. I am glad you like it. Though, I may have to add it to your debt…" He added playfully. Truth be told, he had bought it when she had left to use the restroom. He also wasn't planning on adding to her debt to the host club. His adding to it was mainly to keep her there, but at this point he knew she wasn't going to leave.

Haruhi gave him a playful shove, which in his distracted state ended with him lying on his back, Haruhi on top of him in a very compromising position. Haruhi was completely flushed, doing her best impression of a tomato. Meanwhile, Kyoya was beneath her with a very serious look on his face. He did not want to lose his self-control with her yet. She shifted and he stifled a groan.

Her embarrassment fading, Haruhi reached up and removed Kyoya's glasses. They were always in the way, keeping her from seeing what was really going on behind that cool façade. She placed them on the nightstand beside them and turned back to him. His eyes of molten steel turned to her with a look of hunger. They seemed to be burning beneath the surface, and it made Haruhi nearly melt. She climbed further on top of him and placed her lips on his. After only moments, Kyoya grabbed her and pulled her down so that he was now on top, though in just as compromising a position. He nibbled her lower lip hungrily, and she allowed him entrance. His tongue explored her mouth, skillfully dancing with her own. His hands began to wander over the thin fabric covering her hips, and she let out no complaints.

Haruhi's hands pulled at Kyoya's shirt and she boldly ran her hands under the fabric. His chest was chiseled, and his back was smooth and strong. I need to stop this… Kyoya thought, though he really couldn't find the willpower to do so. His hand landed on her leg, which was no longer covered by her dress. It traveled upward, massaging her thigh, passing her hips and stomach, and stopped just below her slight curves.

When his thumb brushed her breast, she let out a gasp. He moved his hand up, and she let out a slight moan. When they made eye contact, Haruhi's were clouded with pleasure; Kyoya's were burning with desire. It was then that she felt something hard slightly pushing into her stomach.

"Kyoya…" She said his name so seductively that almost lost control. When he realized how far they had gone, he immediately tried to pull away from her, only to have her wrap her legs around him. "Don't leave…"

She looked up at him with those big brown eyes, pleading for him to stay. He couldn't do this to her. One day, but not yet. It was still too soon. He didn't want to cause her any regrets with him, no matter how much he might want her. He always kept himself in check, never losing control. Haruhi was something else, no one else was able to make his will break and bend to her desires… and his.

"I can't Haruhi." He said regretfully as he pulled her legs off him. "I'll be right back." After he escaped her clutches, the shadow king went into the bathroom and took a cold shower. How could someone so naïve and dense be so seductive? When he walked out of his room, he found Haruhi sound asleep in his bed. No wonder she was acting so out of character, she must have been exhausted. Thankful that she had fallen asleep, Kyoya put on fresh pants and carried her to her room. He placed her on the bed and sat next to her.

"I love you Haruhi." He said before giving her a chaste kiss and returning to his own room.

Less than an hour later, Haruhi awake in terror. Why was it that every time they went on vacation there was a thunder storm? She shrieked and threw the blankets over her head. With the next clap of thunder, Haruhi was hidden under her bed with her hands clasped over her ears and her eyes screwed shut.

Kyoya was sitting in front of his laptop when he heard the first clap of thunder. Shit. He closed his laptop and left his room quickly. When he reached Haruhi's door, he was very quiet. He did not want to wake her if the storm hadn't already. He stepped inside and saw that Haruhi's bed was empty. Assuming she had run for the closet as she had last time, Kyoya opened it. When he found it empty, he felt his heart squeeze in slight panic.

"Haruhi?" he let out as he started searching for her. Maybe one of the other had beaten him to her, and stolen her away to their room? That simply would not do. When he was about to storm to the other end of the house, he heard a whimper coming from under the bed. Getting on his hands and knees, he found his prize. There she was, crying and cowering beneath the bed.

"K-kyo.." She was cut off by another crash of thunder. He swiftly grabbed her small frame and pulled her into his arms, walking her to his room. Once inside, he got on the bed and lay against his headboard, Haruhi still clinging tightly to his chest. It wasn't long before she had finally relaxed enough to sleep in his arms. Afraid of waking her, Kyoya didn't bother to move her. He only fell asleep thinking how nice it would be to hold her every night.

In the morning, the rest of the hosts pranced over to her room, wanting to spend the day on the beach together. Suddenly, a loud scream rang throughout the house.

"DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL HAS GONE MISSING!"