I woke up slowly, more comfortable than I had ever been in my life. Buttermilk yellow silk comforters where piled around me, my head resting on the plushest pillow. I sat up so fast my head spun. Where the hell am I?
The room, all faded blues and yellows, had white wooden carvings in whipped cream clusters along all four walls, decadent Persian rugs over immaculately polished cherry oak floorboards and another room the size of my apartment to house clothing. The room was sophisticated and innocent, the pure light from the sun streaming through balcony doors.
I stood, clad in an oversized dress shirt and black silk boxers. He must have had one of his servants change me. How people could live like this, I really didn't know. It was really much more ridiculous than impressive in my opinion. Weren't there better things to spend your money on than useless decorations and a house so big most of the rooms have yet to be explored?
A faint movement distracted me, and I turned in time to see Tamaki nudge the door open with his elbow carrying a tray of steaming food. Rich people food. I nearly drooled.
Sensing my interest, he laughed. "Sorry, none of my staff are in today. My father left the country on business and I'm supposed to be in France... It's better this way. If my grandmother were hereā¦" He visibly shuddered. I had to laugh at that.
"You have such a nice room. So big! What do you do with all this space, I wonder?" I couldn't help but smile, I was with my Prince. I used to think it absurd he was called a prince, with such slow wit and endless gullibility, but truly, he was quite clever and I knew he was pure of heart.
"This and that. Mostly this." He took my hand and led me out onto the sun-drenched balcony. A set of winding stairs led up to a hidden room. Inside, a grand piano sat facing a curved wall of silk draped windows. I gasped and ran to the stretch of windows. They looked down upon the mansions back yard, with carefully landscaped mounds of flowers and elegant trees, a large pool glimmering in the sunshine. Far off in the distance, the rise of the city was distinguishable and the far off Mountains faded in with the clouds.
I could hear the soft clicks of metal on marble as the tray was set down, and warm arms wrapped around my waist, holding me together and making me whole. I leaned my head on his shoulder as we looked off into the distance. After a while I turned to face him, keeping his arms securely wrapped around me. Some feeling was building up inside of me, making me feel as if I would burst with the building pressure.
He looked down into my eyes, and unlike before, this time he lowered his head and his lips brushed mine softly, causing me to shiver with the almost-touch. It was just as good as the passionate kiss we had shared, and made all the better by the soft succession of kisses down my neck, his lips coming to rest on my collarbone. I twined my arms up around his neck and breathed deeply. He smelled clean, like expensive soap and shampoo. I moved my hand to his hair, feeling the warm dampness beneath his thick curls from the shower he had presumably taken.
My stomach growled rather loudly and I blushed. He chuckled against my throat, his warm breath rising to tickle my ear right before he bit it softly.
I yelped, blushing deeper as he kissed it better and moved the tray to a small table with chairs facing both the view and the piano before he looped his arm around my waist, setting me down in a chair and running to the massive piano. He so reminded me of a rambunctious puppy when he was excited. I smiled in recollection.
He had made me pancakes and French toast with both coffee and orange juice, accented just so with a vibrant red rose. I was dizzy with all of the luxury around me. Is this how rich girls expect to be treated all the time? I was completely overwhelmed and feeling a bit inferior, as usual.
But when his fingers touched the keys, all of my thoughts were swept away from me, my breath catching in my throat as my senses were drowned in luxuriant music. It was incredibly sweet, the notes teetering shyly only to burst forth with such force you could only stare, utterly captivated with the man playing it.
Tamaki's body rocked with the timing, his golden curls spilling across his face and moving in the soft breeze. His eyes were closed in concentration, the dark fringe of lashes brushing his cheeks. Before I knew what I was doing, I stood and walked over to him, sitting on the bench next to him to watch the way his hands raced, the tendons jumping under his honey skin. "I wrote it for you, you know." He smiled at me, a glimmer in his eye. When the song finally reached its dream-like close, I put my hands on his shoulder, resting my forehead on them.
"That was beautiful." I murmured softly, not wanting to break the spell it had created.
He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes with an expression of utter bliss. "Not nearly as beautiful as you." His lips claimed mine again, the unspoken promise strong between us. Could a girl die of happiness?
The rest of the day was ours and ours alone, but both of us knew we would have to fight to stay together. All we could hope was that day would come later than sooner.
