Sawako looked around the expensive two-story bedroom. Despite the black-and-white color scheme, everything was anything but plain. Kyoya's room suited him perfectly, being well-organized. Everything had a place, and there was a lack of useless clutter. It seemed as if every little object had a purpose for him. However, the room was still unnecessarily large. Why does one person need a bedroom this big? Despite her qualms about it, she waited patiently for Kyoya's return. He was helping his drunk father and brothers get to bed. Judging by the boisterous laughter, he wasn't doing so well.

"Keiichi! Kazu!" she heard her mother yell. "Stop touching everything!"

"B-But our baby's gettin' marriiiiied! I don't want that! It's our fault!"

"Too late now."

Oh dear. In the distance, she could hear Tamaki screaming as Ranka drunkenly yelled at him about Haruhi. Soon, Kyoya returned, looking thoroughly disheveled and disgruntled. His dress shirt had been untucked while his tie had been tied around his head. His glasses sat lopsidedly on his nose, and he just looked completely done with everyone.

Sawako tried to keep herself from falling over, laughing. "Y-You-You okay?"

He glared at her. "I have never known the struggle my brothers had dealing with when he's drunk until now. I just had to wrestle all three of them into their respective rooms. Not only that, your father jumped me, saying I'm stealing you away from him."

She snorted. "Yup, that sounds like him."

"I've never seen your mother so angry."

"She's pregnant too, so that must have been a sight."

"Oh yeah." He laughed at the absurdity of the evening. "I'm glad to see everyone smile and laugh like this. Especially my father."

"Me too."

Kyoya stared at his fiancee, noticing how she seemed to stand out against the black sheets in her blush-pink cocktail dress. Now that he had a chance to properly look over her attire, he found that this dress was his favorite. A two piece set, made with satin. The skirt flared out, making her wide hips look even wider, and her waist smaller. Not to mention the off-shoulder design of the top. For some reason, he wanted nothing more than to caress the bare skin of her shoulders with his lips. Actually, he wanted to do more than kiss her shoulder.

"How do you like the room?" he asked as he approached her.

"It's lovely. Just massive. Why does one person need such a big bedroom?"

He chuckled, approaching her. "I like it. And it works for me. Besides, in the near future, this room won't only belong to me."

"O-Oh..." She couldn't help the implications that flooded her mind. She could only think of their first night they would share as husband and wife. Probably on this bed. She looked up at him, biting her bottom lip. The gesture was enough to make Kyoya groan. Here was the love of his life, sitting on his bed, unaware of how sinful she looked right then. He hovered over her, his eyes on her lips. "K-Kyoya?"

"I should be the one abusing that lip." And he captured her in a searing kiss. As if on instinct, Sawako's arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled him closer to her body. She groaned lightly at the feeling of his added weight on top of her. When they broke apart for air, she shivered at the sight of the man above her.

His hair was a mess. He had at some point discarded his glasses, revealing his entire face to her, and god did she love the way he looked. His onyx gaze had gotten darker and clouded with lust, his lips slightly parted as he tried to catch his breath. "Fuck..."

"You're mine," he whispered. That was most certainly not Kyoya's voice, was it? She's never heard him sound like that before. It was deep, husky, and deliciously dripping with pure desire, making her hair stand on end. "All mine."

How could such a shift in tone of voice make someone go mad with desire? How did he manage to reduce her to a pile incoherent syllables?

"Please..."

"Spread your legs." It was a command. Blushing at his words, she did and he pressed his hips into hers. She could feel the growing bulge resting on top of her moistening core, and all she wanted was for him to move. He sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting the white hot streak of pleasure to shoot through him. But, damn was it addicting. He rolled his hips into hers, listening to her moans get louder.

"Kyoya..." He pressed hot kisses onto her neck, making his way to her throat. He felt every vibration her voice made, and reveled in the fact that he was the one causing them. He was making her sing a lewd song exclusive to him, and he was starting lose his control. Latching onto one particular spot, he sucked, breaking blood vessels. As a result, he left a rather angry-looking bruise.

"You belong to me..."

Sawako sucked in a sharp breath, and rolled her hips into his. She didn't know where this possessiveness came from, but she couldn't say that she hated it. In fact she loved it. "I'm yours." They continued to grind against each other, both chasing the end that they both yearned. She let out another wanton moan, and Kyoya realized he had to stop. If they continued, they would do something he knew they would regret.

So, he pinned her hips down, but seemed to have done more harm than good. The look she gave him nearly broke his resolve. She spread her legs more, causing her dress to hike up even higher, revealing her lacy panties. Hands fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, while a smirk played at her lips. And her eyes...those gorgeous eyes were burning with desire.

"We have to stop, we're not ready."

"Yes, we are."

"No, we're not. Even when you're being a little minx, we have to stop before we go too far."

"Kyoya-"

He kissed her again, but it was completely different from the ones they shared. He slipped his tongue past her lips, causing her to shiver. In. Out. In once more, his tongue gently swirling around hers, exploring every bit of her. Her tongue chased his in a sensual tango, until his teeth bit down onto her bottom lip, pulling at it lightly. Despite the sensuality within the kiss, he was slow and gentle. He was deliberate, and left no room for her to think about anything else. His lips were an intimate reminder of the chastity of their relationship, even if the kiss itself was not. It still showed her how much he wanted her, but it made her realize that he was right.

Pressing his forehead to hers, he listened to her breathing as she calmed down. "I love you, Sawako. And you know how much I want you, but I want us to be ready for this. If we have to wait for our honeymoon, then so be it."

She ran her fingers through his inky locks, she smiling at him. "Thank you. You're far more patient than I am."

"I have to be. Now, let's get ready for bed. It's been a long evening."

That morning, Sawako woke up staring at an intricate door frame. Realizing that she wasn't home, she almost panicked, until she felt someone snuggle closer to her. Kyoya. She slept over. Turning over to face him, she smiled at his sleep image. He really did look younger in his sleep. Every future wrinkle, and that near permanent furrow in his brow completely gave way to the soft, yet sharp contours of his face. She ran her fingers across his cheek.

"How did I get so lucky?"

"I ask myself that everyday." He opened his eyes and smiled. "Good morning, princess."

She blushed at the pet name. "Good morning, my king."

"King? I like that."

"You would."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mmhm." He pulled her into his arms, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. "Kyoya..."

"You smell good."

"You're in a good mood."

"I got to wake up next to my fiancee this time. Of course I'm in a good mood. Nothing can ruin this."

"KYOYA~!" someone called, causing the two bolt up.

"Except for him." As if on cue, Tamaki burst into the room, dressed casually and looking obnoxiously radiant.

"Wake up, Kyoya! We've got a lot to do today!" When he actually looked at the couple, his face burst into flames. He obviously thought that they had actually done something aside from sleep, considering that Sawako was only dressed in a silk slip.

"Tamaki..." Kyoya growled.

"I-I-I-I-I'll leave you two a-alone. Bye!" And he ran off.

"Imagine if he ever sees Haruhi in this state of undress," Sawako said.

"I think he just might have an aneurysm."

She giggled. "Should we get dressed?"

Kyoya thought for only a moment, then he pulled her down on top of him, his arms keeping her in place. "Nah."