Our room was officially a mess. There were clothes strewn everywhere, food boxes on the floor and desk, and souvenirs littering every other inch of free space. One bed was shoved up against the wall, unoccupied and barren of blankets, sheets or pillows. The other bed lay against the wall, directly in front of the TV included in the room. The mattress was pulled off of this one halfway, giving it an incline so that viewing the TV would be easier. Said mattress was coated in more blankets than anyone could count, two bodies enfolded in them like a cocoon, pillows surrounding their heads like a cloud. One of those bodies was mine, and I enjoyed it very much.

Rebekah's ankles and legs were mixed up in mine, locked together so that my left foot had fallen asleep. But that was relative. What made me happy was how they lined up so well.

The tattoos, that is.

When I was shirtless, and she had on only a bra(which wasn't actually the current case), our rib cages were both exposed enough to see the four words etched onto our skin. On my left ribs were the words Forever and Always, one on top of the other. On her right rib cage were the words Always and Forever, also stacked. This way, when we cuddled close(how we were now), our ribs spelled out Forever Always, and Always Forever. It was, I'll be honest, very cute. And I was happy we'd done it. Sure, it still kind of stung- though we'd gotten them yesterday- but it was definitely worth it.

Now, as we sat before the glowing light of the television, we were completely immersed in the fourth Harry Potter movie, the Goblet of Fire. I'll admit I was hooked. I remembered back to her second day back home, when she'd scolded me for not being a "Potter head" and told me we'd be having relationship problems from then on, and decided it was worth a try. She practically pounced on me with joy when I told her I wanted to see them. What she didn't know what that I'd stayed up all the night before reading the fifth book, trying to get ahead in the series. I'm such a cheater. Finally, the end credits rolled, around midnight. She stretched next to me, her already bunched up tank top lifted up just enough that I could see part of her Forever peeking out at me. I slipped her shirt a little higher, just to smile at the words. She pushed her hand against my temple, as if trying half-heartedly to push me over.

In a few moments she was asleep. I knew it would happen, as she'd been fighting off sleep the whole movie, and I was fine with it. More time to read the book. I shifted gently out from under her. It was harder than I thought it would be to untangle my legs from hers and walk on a sleeping foot. But I managed it, being careful to push some blankets to where I was so she wouldn't get cold. I hobbled over to the stripped mattress, picking up the tattered book from the desk as I went. Halfway to the bed, my phone rang, across the room.

Worried it would wake Rebekah, I zipped over to get it. I couldn't imagine who would be stupid enough to call us at midnight.

One look at the caller answered that wonder.

"Yes, Tamaki?" Because who else.

"Oh! See, Kyoya!? I told you they would answer!" A fumbling sound, "Ow! Kyoya what did you do that for!?" A sound, something like 'moron'... "Well he answered so it doesn't matter! Mori-senpai! I just wanted to call and say hi!"

Silence.

"M-Mori-senpai?"

I sighed. "Hello, Tamaki."

"Oh... Well... Are you... Uh, enjoying your vacation?" Less sure of himself.

"It's midnight."

"Uh, oh, it- it is? Well, I'm sure you have a good reason for being awake this late! D-don't you Mori-senpai?"

"Tamaki,"

"Y-yes?" Very unsure of himself now.

"I am on vacation. With my fiancé. In another country. Far away from you and the other hosts and the rest of the school. It's midnight, and I'm awake."

"A... And?"

Silence.

"Uh... M-Mori-senpai... Did I... I didn't, uh... I didn't interrupt anything... Did I?" His voice shook.

I let a pause draw out for a little bit before I said, "I'll see you in two days, Tamaki."

"Oh, uh, Mori-" I hung up on him.

"You are so mean. I can't believe you let him think that."

I turned to see my not-so-sleeping love lifted up on her left elbow, twisted around to face me. I smiled ruefully at her. Her shirt was still bunched up from our earlier movie marathon. She chuckled at me, shaking her head, before turning over and going back to sleep.

For a moment I looked down at the phone in my hand, book in the other, then decided to just go to sleep. We needed to pack and clean up the room the next morning, so I may as well either start doing that, or get some sleep. Sadly, as I had become an avid Potter fan and was hyped up about the twist ending in the fourth movie, I wasn't quite ready to go to sleep. So, I began the former.

Our suitcases empty and open on the stripped mattress against the wall, I gathered all our clothes and wedged them into our designated cases. Rebekah may have needed a whole bag for her four outfits, but I had them tightly placed in about a third of the thing, leaving plenty of room for anything extra we may need to pack. Such as the multitude of souvenirs Rebekah decided were so fabulous. I may understand my wife-to-be quite well, but there were some things I would never grasp. My things- toiletries and clothes and all- fit almost perfectly into my small duffle, no room left. Another thing women did poorly. Packing.

Smiling to myself, I collected the garbage from around the room and threw it all into a large garbage bag I found under the sink. With most of the room clean, not counting the beds and such, I turned off the lamp and went to lay down with Rebekah, only to think better of it. No use accidentally waking her up. Instead, I lifted a spare sheet from her bundle, moved our suitcases, and curled up on the empty mattress. The trip had gotten significantly better since the first day.

After our sleepless night and our random act of inking our bodies, we went to every museum within 50 miles of our hotel. Surprisingly, there were plenty. We also, upon my romantic impulse, went for a gondola ride and a late night dinner at one of those cliché cafes you imagine when you think of Italy. When we got back to the hotel that night, we'd given up on the separate bed thing, deciding just to curl up with each other instead. At first the sexual tension was overwhelming, but a kiss and a laugh later, we were done with that. After waking up we'd gone off to take stupid tourist pictures with the different attractions, like the coliseum and others. She absolutely adored the architecture, pointing out to me the intricate moldings and shapes. It was fun to see her so worked up about something she loved. I knew she would be able to sit and stare at any of those buildings for a whole lifetime, just trying to memorize the beauty contained in those walls and roofs. I took candid pictures of her in those moments, and I wondered if she ever looked at me that way. Probably...

I hoped so.

Either way, the next day we had to check out of the hotel and be gone to the airport not soon after. Luckily there were 12 whole hours of plane for us to catch up on sleep and continue our Harry Potter saga.

A very important thing to finish...

Maybe I will finish the book tonight...

And so I didn't sleep that night.