What do you call waking up next to your fiancé (well not legally, since, you know, you aren't even eighteen yet) in the cool morning of June, on a Sunday, in a lavender field over looking downtown? Give up? The answer: letting loose.

"Holy shit," Natsume giggled as she sat up, a dopey grin on her face. "That was fun." She shook out her hair and picked pieces of grass off her jeans. "And no one had to get naked to do so."

Kyoya buried his head in his hands, sighing softly. "Natsume, do me a favor and be quiet."

She sprawled out across the blanket on her stomach, propping her chin in her palms as her tawny eyes twinkled mischievously. "I bet this would make our dads happy, eh?"

"What, waking up in a lavender field?" Kyoya said sarcastically, even though his head was pounding. It was as if a jackhammer was going away at the base of his skull. Last night had been all fun. But once he woke up, it was like the whole world was resting on top of his head.

A pair of arms wrapped around his neck and he sighed in sweet relief as Natsume pressed the cold glass empty bottle of wine to his forehead. She smirked as he closed his eyes against the morning sun, wrapping his fingers around the neck of the bottle to hold it for himself. "Yeah, hangover's a bitch, isn't it?"

He pressed his lips together and shot her a look. "This is your fault."

"My fault?" She acted overly dramatic, placing a hand on her chest and reeling back, her eyes wide as her mouth gaped open like a fish's. "Me? Honestly, Kyoya? Me? You would say this is my fault? I only brought the wine! You kept pouring!"

He grinded his teeth as her shrill voice rebounded off the walls of his empty skull. Or that's what it felt like anyway. "Please, Natsume. Not now."

"Okay, okay," she chuckled, sitting up and raking her fingers through her greasy hair. She grabbed her purse and dug through the depths. Pulling out her phone, she dialed her driver and smirked at Kyoya. "Is baby ready to go home now?"

He glared at her. "It's not funny."

"It is, actually," she giggled, hanging up her phone. Her driver knew what to do. And he knew exactly where they were. They hadn't exactly left their spot in the lavender field since eight o' clock last night. She watched in amusement as Kyoya groaned and flopped back down on the blanket, covering his eyes with his forearm.

Silently, she lay down beside him, one hand under her head. "Just take an aspirin when you get home, okay? Eat a light breakfast and it should go away in a few hours." The cool tips of her fingertips brushed a couple of strands of inky black hair back into place on his mused head. "It hurts now, but at least you had fun for the first time."

He smiled thinly from under his arm. "Letting loose, as you would say."

She stood up and brushed down her pants before holding out a hand for Kyoya. "Come on. The car's sure to be here by now."

He groaned again as she helped him up. Quietly, they gathered the rest of their stuff and managed to walk back to the road as the black limo pulled up. The minute the wheels stopped rolling, Yoko burst out of the back doors, dressed in a tomato red butterfly tunic dress and matching flats, her hair tightly braided into a French braid, her eyes glassy as she rushed towards the pair of confused-looking teenagers. "Oh, Kyoya-kun! Nana-chan! Have you been here all night? Why didn't you tell anybody! We were so worried! We thought you had been kidnap-,"

"We're here, aren't we?" Natsume spoke over her as Kyoya let out a soft groan at Yoko's shrill breathing. "So we slept in the woods, big whoop. It's not like we got eaten by pandas or something." She bit the inside of her cheek as Yoko burst into fresh tears. "Calm down, Yoko! Jeez, woman! You act as if we were . . ." she trailed off, realizing her metaphors weren't helping them at all.

She sighed, running a hand through her mussed hair. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? We got . . . too tired and just went too sleep you know." She smiled warmly, wrapping Yoko in a hug. "I'm sorry, mama."

Yoko hugged her back, whimpering softly. "I was so worried you were hurt or something. Next time you go out somewhere, please remember to call me okay? I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

Kyoya shifted uncomfortably as Natsume nodded while Yoko fussed over them both. "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Yoko-san."

Yoko sniffled softly as she patted his shoulder before wrapping him a tight, motherly hug. "Just remember to call, next time, okay? That's all I'm asking."

"Did I not just say I would?" Natsume said, rolling her eyes at Kyoya. Yoko fussed over them another moment before allowing them to slide into the back. She sat in the front with driver, immediately calling their families to let them know that they were just fine and unharmed in anyway.

Kyoya closed his eyes and leaned against the window, pressing his throbbing head on the cool glass pane of the car window. "I'm so tired."

"That happens when you get only two hours of sleep."

He groaned softly. "Really? Only two hours?"

Natsume chuckled softly, the sound of buttons being rapidly pushed following her voice. "Unfortunately, yes. Though, you conked out a bit earlier than me. You have, like the lowest alcohol tolerance ever, dude."

"Well I'm sorry. Unlike you, I don't go out every weekend," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, even though it hurt to do so.

Her finger trailed down his temple and he shivered, which was followed by her smirk. "Just sleep, okay? You need to save your energy, instead of making me look like the slut I'm not."

"I never said that," he muttered, closing his burning eyes. "Wake me up when we get home, okay?"

"Sure."

--X--

Kyoya rolled over and was immediately assaulted with something soft and silky feeling covered in the smell of strawberries and cream. Which smelled really delicious. Half awake, he reached out and pulled whatever it was closer, burying his nose deeper into the silky, delicious smelling thingy.

"Whoa, Kyoya, didn't know you had it in you."

His eyes snapped open and he was faced with a smirking Natsume. She was pulled close against his chest, her tawny eyes swirling with amusement. Kyoya felt the heat creep up his neck as she stared at him, her lips curled in that sexy way of hers. Whoa, back up. Sexy? He had thought, sexy, right? There wasn't another voice inside his head. Though, she did have really nice lips. Her top lip was kind of then and pointed, though the points rounded some. And her bottom lip was full and pointed, in a rounded sort of way. Like the bottom of a heart. Her mouth looked like a silky heart.

"Where am I?" he heard himself ask, even though he was staring at her lips, and hadn't exactly let go of her.

The intensity of her eyes seemed to increase the heat in their bodies. "My room."

"Why?"

"Because I couldn't get you to move."

He blinked slowly, everything kind of blurry because he was without glasses. He had been barely conscious when the limo had pulled up in front of the Yatatsuba house. Natsume had probably done something to get him to stumble into the house and he had probably gone upstairs and thought this was his room or something. His eyes dipped back towards her lips as she shifted in his arms, her legs tangling with his as she closed her eyes.

"You should probably sleep some more. You've only gotten about two hours sleep." She looked at him for the tiniest second before nestling closer and closing her eyes again.

He nodded softly and closed his eyes too. Only to have the image of his lips assault his mind. Them curving into a seductive smirk, them . . . This fic is rated T, which meant he shouldn't be telling where her lips were going. He could just tell they were nice . . .

He bit back a moan and decided it wasn't worth it. He was Ootori Kyoya, for God's sake! Not some horny teenaged bastard. He wasn't into to. Opening his eyes, the first thing his eyes were drawn to was Natsume's luscious mouth . . . and the fact that her eyes were open. Her cheeks were flushed as if she had been in extraneous exercise, her chest heaving slightly as she breathed through her mouth. Oh God, her mouth . . .

Without warning, Natsume's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him into an intense kiss. Kyoya was stunned. Never had it crossed his mind that Natsume would be interested in him. He kissed back, letting his eyes close. Oh God. Her mouth was buttery soft and sweet tasting. Her fingers tugged at his hair, sending sharp pleasure through his scalp.

Her tongue danced with his and he kissed her hard, holding her closer. Their hearts beat fast inside their chests at the same time. His hand slid under her shirt, her back arching as their skin touched. Their legs tangled tighter and she pressed against him.

And then he was pressing her into the mattress, throwing kisses down her neck and along her jaw line. A soft moan escaped her mouth and Kyoya suckled the silky skin at the base of her neck, her back arching as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

And then the door opened.

With the speed of someone who had no expertise, Kyoya scrambled off of Natsume, falling flat on his ass on the floor. Hoshi glared at him as Hiroshi stared at Natsume, who was faced down in her pillow, her face flushed with anger at being interrupted and frustration with her actions. Hiroshi's mouth an O of surprise as he looked from Natsume to Kyoya on the ground. Kyoya felt the heat creep up his neck, turning his pale skin a bright red. Pulling his legs in, he sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor, knowing that if he stood, he would give the children nightmares.

Hiroshi lifted his hands to his eyes, crying out in a shrill voice, "I saw nothing!" He blindly dashed away from the doorway, his face a bright red color. Hoshi scowled, dressed neatly in a tawny cardy tie-belt jacket with silk cargo pants and tawny flip-flops, her hair pulled back into ponytail. Kyoya looked guiltily at his mussed tan crew top and dark washed jeans. It wasn't every day he made out with a woman in her house, in her bedroom, in her bed.

"Is there something you want?" Natsume asked, still face down in the pillow.

"Yeah," Hoshi snapped, before turning on her heel. "I was going to say that daddy wanted to see you downstairs, but I'll guess I'll just tell him you're busy-,"

"No!" Both stared at her in horror. Kyoya cleared his throat as Hoshi stepped back, her eyes wide in surprise. "Look, we'll be down in a minute. Just . . . Just don't mention what you saw." He blushed darkly but continued to look her right in the eye. "This is on a need to know bases."

Hoshi looked from Natsume to Kyoya before nodding. A smirk adored her glossed lips as she lifted her navy manicured nails to her eyes, saying in a soft voice, "I didn't see anything."

Natsume smirked back as her little sister backed out the room. "I am so taking you shopping with me when I go to New York, Hoshi."

Yeah, I've been waiting to do that XD

For some reason, I was never really good a kissing scenes. They're just harder for me than sex scenes . . .

That should be considered weird, shouldn't it? XD

I'm outtie, for now^^ ~CocoaAngel95