Walking back to Kyouya's house was pleasant. The sun was starting to fade, and the evening air smelled wonderful. Tamaki was filled with a weird joy. There he was, clinging onto Kyouya's arm, having not another care in the world apart from his closeness. People stared, but he didn't mind anymore. As long as Kyouya was there with him.
Kyouya had passed on his limousine, deciding to walk the way back. And Tamaki was glad, it meant having more time to be with his friend – no, his lover.
He wondered briefly what he was going to do after reaching the Ootori estate, before Kyouya answered his question, seeming to know exactly what he was thinking about.
"Is it alright if you stay over for the night?" he smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "My parents are gone for the week."
Tamaki couldn't stop a chuckle. So he was right, Kyouya did have everything planned out from the start. "I couldn't be happier." he sighed, leaning in a little closer to Kyouya. Taking a deep breath, he savoured the scent. Kyouya, how warm he was... how close... how comforting.
Meanwhile, the Ootori was plotting. Everything had gone exactly as planned – not only had he made Tamaki confess, he also made sure that he was the one in control. Now for the next step...
He felt Tamaki lean in closer, heard him take a deep breath. The blond was so cute – so innocent. He smiled again, a real smile this time. A smile that didn't come from the feeling of accomplishment, didn't come from careful planning – just from the happiness bubbling up inside him. Tamaki was his.
He let himself enjoy the feeling for a moment, before snapping back on task. He would have plenty of time to feel happy later.
"So, Tamaki..." be began, catching the blond's attention. The clinging teen looked up at him, a question in his eyes. "About that handkerchief..."
So... that's that. It's not the best, but I really didn't have much time to write this... Damn procrastination.