A/N: For InSanityStorm. Sorry this took a million bazillion years! It was actually really fun to write, even if this idea has been done before. Enjoy!
Words: 291
Characters: Haru, Tohru
Time: Post-series
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to Takaya Natsuki, not me.
He woke before her the next morning. He was glad he did. Never before in his life had he seen anything quite as beautiful as Tohru's face, pale cheeks, mouth slightly open in sleep, hair mussed and splayed every which way, hands loosely folded around thin white sheets that veiled her body from view. Part of him wanted to touch her, to make sure she was real. But then, she seemed like a porcelain spirit, and to touch her would make her vanish into mist on the wind. Even more than to touch her, he wanted to see her eyes, her wide and artless gaze.
As if his thoughts had flown through the air and tickled her skin, she began to stir. She gave a slow yawn, a languid stretch; her eyelids fluttered, and finally, her gaze focused on him. At first she smiled blandly. And then, as he knew they would, her cheeks grew very, very pink.
Haru laughed. Kissing her lips, he felt her smile. Then, all of a sudden, she was laughing, just a little bit, a gentle giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"I just thought… I just remembered that one time," she said, her whole face red now.
"What time?"
"When… you know… when that boy didn't believe black and white was your natural hair color, and then you proved it to him, and I didn't know how?"
"Oh, yeah," Haru smirked. "Did you really… just figure that out last night?"
Closing her eyes, Tohru nodded. She pulled the sheet up over her face, but she couldn't smother her laugh. Haru shook his head, then pulled the sheet over both of them and couldn't help but laugh along with her smiling face.