Note from the Author: Woot for more short chapters! For some reason, it just doesn't feel right for these chapters to be long, but that's just me. If any of you are bothered by it, I'm sorry. I update about two at a time, though, right? To make up for it? It was never meant to be a long story anyway...

Thanks again to all who have reviewed! You've been very kind! :) I feel so completely and utterly flattered...blush...Thank you!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters, no matter how much I may want to.

Haruhi was having trouble concentrating as she put on the finishing touches to her next lesson in only a matter of moments. How was she supposed to concentrate? Sure, it had been two days, but two pathetic days? That's hardly any time at all. And her dad's teasing smiles and remarks didn't help in the least.

"Haruhi!" Tamaki's voice called, muffled from the other side of the door, "I'm coming in, okay?" Haruhi heard the door open and smiled. Finally, her thoughts sighed.

Haruhi turned around only to be thrown a little off guard. Tamaki's face was bursting with bright confidence. Haruhi had seen him so…so full of himself. She wondered if he was just having an exceptional day. He was in one of his bows again almost instantly, his hand extended, holding a rose out for Haruhi to take.

"For you, Haruhi-san," Tamaki offered with complete excitement. She took the flower, blushing against her will.

"Th-thanks," she stuttered, "Is there a particular reason?" Haruhi added the question in hopes of some ridiculous, fantasy-esque answer, but she only ended up sounding kind of stupid.

"Of course!" Tamaki declared, standing up straight and waving his arms dramatically, "Today, it has been exactly one month since we began our lessons. It needs to be celebrated!" Haruhi blinked. She hadn't even noticed. Had he been counting?

"Is it really?" she asked, "Well, you've really learned fast! You're not going to need me by next week." She tried to add a laugh but even just the idea was so depressing, it almost hurt.

"Haruhi-san, don't say that!" Tamaki scolded, "I'll always need you." He had just stopped. Haruhi felt her heart flutter around a moment.

"A-as a tutor…that is…" Tamaki ridiculously added, turning a light shade of pink. Haruhi smiled gently at the words she knew he didn't mean to add.

"It's okay," she softly assured, "I…I kinda…" She coughed and ran into the kitchen. "I'm going to find a place for this to live, okay?"

Haruhi frantically searched for the cupboards, setting the rose down on the counter, only thinking about what she was doing ten percent of the time. She felt herself and her motives completely disappear when Tamaki walked up behind her and gently grabbed her hand to turn her around to face him, but he didn't let go.

He slid his fingers over his hand and laced them with hers, locking their hands together. Haruhi's breathing sped up. She prayed Tamaki couldn't tell. His empty hand slowly and gently ran up her arm. He took the last step he could before actually running into Haruhi, closing all but an inch of space between the two. Haruhi's heart stopped short when his moving hand hit the skin of her neck. His touch was so soft, so soothing, Haruhi couldn't help but instinctively close her eyes and soak it in. The feeling was so much sweeter when it became the only thing in the world. Haruhi felt a light chill melt over her.

"Your dad's not going to break in, is he?" Tamaki joked in a whisper. He laid his forehead on Haruhi's as he smiled at the recent memory. Haruhi joined him with her own shaky smile. The sensation was almost out of control as she tightened her hold on his hand by the door of the cupboard. Tamaki brushed her hair from her face before returning it to her cheek.

"No," Haruhi breathed, following along with joke. She felt he head gently tipped upward by Tamaki's hand. She could feel his breath and hoped she was remembering she needed air too.

"Good," Tamaki finished quietly with satisfaction. Haruhi felt his lips brush against hers hesitantly. She was close to smiling at herself for taking the initiative to actually press her mouth to his, but refrained.

The butterflies in her stomach even refused to move, or even whisper, as their lips moved in perfect sync. The kiss tasted every bit as sweet as Haruhi had imagined, however gentle it was. Neither wanted to break free. They were locked in a world only belonging to them. Haruhi's dad could have walked in and they wouldn't have heard- or even cared.

Haruhi moved her arm up over Tamaki's shoulder. Their hands unlocked. Haruhi could still feel where his fingers had been as she wrapped her free hand around his neck to meet the other one. Haruhi felt Tamaki's hand disappear from her face to slide around her waist with his other hand, pulling her even closer. They let their emotions a little looser and the kiss became harder, yet still so soft.

In that moment, it had become unanimous between the two: this was the best lesson yet.