Two hours later, Kyoya woke up, the stifling heat in the room making it too uncomfortable for him to sleep anymore. Stumbling out of bed, he contemplated turning on the air-conditioner, but decided to open the windows to let in the crisp autumn air instead.

As he stood at the window, watching Shana sleep, almost lost in his giant king-sized bed, a bone-deep contentment stole into him. Smiling to himself, he remembered the explosive sex that they'd had – and froze. He'd forgotten to use birth control. How could he have done something like that?

He knew that he was disease-free, and being a virgin, she certainly was too, but what if he got her pregnant? Shockingly, the thought didn't seem to bring him much alarm… in fact, at the thought of her body round with his child, he started to get hard again.

What was wrong with him? With Shana, all his steely resolve and mathematical, almost emotion-less decisions that had served him so well in the past just turned into vapour. He found himself doing stupid things, things which should appal him, but the only thing he found was anticipation. If she was pregnant, he would marry her. It was as simple as that. Maybe he would marry her anyway.

It was that conviction which alarmed him. He shouldn't be feeling this way about anyone, least of all this girl. He'd never felt that way before, like he would throw anything and everything away for her, and it scared him. This had never been a part of his life plan. It had been so simple. He'd marry a trophy wife, maybe the daughter of some rich mogul, who would help him build his empire and surpass his two older brothers.

Shana was something he'd never factored in. Love? For Kyoya Ootori, who had a heart like granite? It had seemed like the unthinkable, yet here it was.

Further proving his point, he shoved all his concerns to the back of his mind and made his way back to the bed. His concerns might be valid, but he knew that he had to steal as much time as he could with her. Any other course was unthinkable. She gave him so much that he'd never thought about, never knew existed. Solace, laughter, true happiness. Not even with Tamaki and the host club had he felt as free.

The wind blowing in through the huge windows he'd opened was chilly, and he picked her up so he could spread the comforter on top of her. He smiled wryly as he stared at the mess they'd made of the bed. The pillows were all over the place, some even on the floor, and the sheets were askew. He snuggled up next to her and pulled the comforter up to his chin and wrapped his arms around her.

In this position, he fell asleep almost instantly, with the girl he loved in his arms and everything right with the world.

The sunlight shone into the room, dispelling any remaining cold and forcing itself behind Shana's eyelids. Groaning, she opened her eyes. If that was Chantelle trying to make her long holiday miserable, she would gut that bitch – wait. This wasn't her dorm. And it wasn't her bed she was lying on.

In a flash, it all returned to her. The beach villa. The amazing sex. Which had… ended with… him spilling his seed into her womb. She gasped suddenly as she wrapped her arms around her belly protectively. What if his seed took root? They were way too young to be parents! Would she be able to raise her child by herself if he decided he didn't want to be the baby's father? She knew that Kyoya would probably take care of her, but could she stand to see the love in his eyes for her fade into resentment that she and the child were pulling him back, distracting him and causing him to be less than he could.

She took a deep breath and began counting in her head the number of days left till her next period, and sighed in relief. She was fairly regular, and she was too far from her next period that there was even a chance of her getting pregnant. She had freaked out over nothing. Still, they had to be sure to use birth control. Maybe she'd go on the pill or something…

She sighed. How could she have been so swept away with lust that she'd forgotten to use contraception? She sighed. Still… a blush tinted her cheeks faintly as she remembered last night. It had been all that she'd anticipated and more, surpassing any of the romance novels she'd ever read.

She turned and came face to face with a sleeping Kyoya, who, in sleep, lost all of his sternness and looked so boyish. A lock of hair had fallen over one eye, and she reached up to brush it away. Her fingers lingered on his brow, and she stroked them over his cheeks, admiring his aristocratic cheekbones, before they lingered on his lips.

There were full and soft, and she smiled to herself as she remembered how well he knew how to use them to his advantage. She wondered if he had ever showed this softer side of himself to the Host Club, then decided that he couldn't have, or else Haruhi wouldn't have had that strong reaction when she'd heard that Shana was dating Kyoya.

Just then, Kyoya's eyes opened. Staring into his black eyes, swirling pools of onyx, Shana was once again amazed at how someone as normal as her could have snagged someone as smart and rich as Kyoya. She wasn't sure if it would last, so she made a resolution there and then to enjoy every second that she could of the time she had with him.

"Good morning," he said in a sleep-husky voice. For a moment he had reacted badly, not remembering who it was curled up against him and touching his face in such an intimate manner, till he remembered. A smile played on his lips – he was rather proud of himself.

Of course, he had lost his control at the end… He frowned slightly at that memory. "Are you sore?" he asked, concerned. He'd heard that sometimes virgins were sore after their first time, and he didn't wish to push her too fast, too far.

At his question, Shana blushed slightly and pressed her face into his neck. "A little," she admitted, her voice slightly muffled. Then she pulled her face away from his neck and stared up at him, her eyes wide. "We need to get condoms!" she exclaimed.

Kyoya regarded her with an amused expression. How delightfully refreshing that someone would want to prevent herself from having his child. He could hardly count the number of women who'd thrown themselves at him since he'd been fifteen, hoping to have his child so that he would marry them, or at the very least, put them up comfortably. The first person whom he'd actually forgotten to use birth control with was, ironically, the first person who didn't want his seed.

"We'll drive out to town today and get some," he said flippantly, before rolling out of bed and standing by it to stretch luxuriously, unabashed in his glorious nudity.

Shana watched him stretch, all that lean and sinewy muscle flexing and stretching as he did so, and barely refrained from licking her lips in appreciation. His blatant unselfconsciousness with his naked body was… erotic and slightly scary at the same time, throwing her slightly off-kilter and making her cling to him tighter in an effort to maintain balance.

She pushed the covers off her and got up too, stretching next to him. "I better go back to my room!" she exclaimed, picking up all her clothes. Since it was only a short walk down the hallway to her room and she was pretty sure that the entire villa was empty, other than them, she figured she was pretty safe.

She walked into her room and nudged it closed with her hip, since her arms were full with her clothes. She dumped them on the floor near the suitcase and walked into the en suite bathroom, grinning to herself in the mirror.

As she watched herself in the mirror, she suddenly realised that she hadn't known Kyoya for that long, only a few weeks – and here she was with him in his beach villa, all alone, and she'd actually slept with him last night. Her brow furrowed.

What if he thought she was easy, or worse, a slut? What if he didn't actually hold her in any esteem? She frowned at herself in the mirror. She'd even dyed her hair blonde, and although she didn't have the usual attributes that blondes did, she was well aware of the stereotypes that blondes – especially bottle blondes – had created. She didn't even have the usual reasons! Tears almost welled up in her eyes. She really liked Kyoya and she thought that they might have a chance, but not if he didn't respect her.

"Idiot," she whispered to herself. Still, what was done was done, and she might as well enjoy whatever time she had left. She picked up her toothbrush, remembered that she hadn't brushed her teeth last night, and grimaced as she started brushing, suddenly aware of the sour taste in her mouth.

After she was done, she changed into her bikini, then pulled a T-shirt and shorts over it.

As she went down for breakfast, she wondered what Kyoya would think about her bikini, then realised that it didn't matter – she had bought the bikini for herself and she did like it.

At the breakfast table, Kyoya was reading the paper and sipping coffee. When she entered, he glanced up, mid-sip, saw her and smiled, putting down the paper. A huge breakfast lay on the table – scrambled eggs, bacon and ham, toast, pancakes, jugs of milk and orange juice.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "Why is there so bloody much food? Are there like ten other people coming for breakfast?" she said incredulously. How could they possibly finish so much food? She shuddered, thinking about the wastage.

"Maybe we can pack some of it when we go out to the beach…" Shana said, eyeing the food as she picked up the serving spoon and scooped some eggs onto her plate, then took the tongs lying by the side of the heaps of food to grab bacon and ham. She poured milk into one of her glasses and juice into another, and picked up her milk and drank deeply.

Kyoya watched in amusement as she dug into her food with gusto, as he half-heartedly shovelled some food onto his own plate. She was probably a lot hungrier than she'd realised, as love-making did whet one's appetite. Still, as she went back for seconds, taking pancakes and drizzling syrup all over them, before adding a dollop of butter, he couldn't help but wonder where she stored all that food on her tiny frame.

When she went back for thirds, he stared at her in amazement. She took yet more eggs and bacon and some sausages. When she finally finished and picked up her glass of juice, downing it in a few gulps, she sighed and leaned back, replete. It was only then that she noticed that he was watching her with a small smile on his face, and she blushed.

"What?" she asked in a small voice. She knew she had a voracious appetite, as opposed to most of the anorexic girls he probably knew… did he find that unattractive?

Her doubts were quickly put to rest when he smiled at her and told her, "You eat so much. I like it a lot. It's so refreshing."

They packed up what was left of breakfast in a basket, which earned a "How quaint!" from Shana, before heading off to the beach with a waterproof bag of items like a blanket and other things.

Outside, the weather was beautiful, despite it being autumn. It was warm enough that Shana could go into the water without contracting hypothermia, and cool enough that they wouldn't be uncomfortable.

Shana spread the blanket, then hastily pulled her clothes off and danced into the sea, giggling like a child. It had been such a long time since she'd been to the beach, she'd lost count of the number of years it had been.

Watching her, Kyoya smiled as he shucked his clothes too, and ran into the water after her, rejoicing in the feeling of absolute abandonment. It felt so decadent, to throw his cares into the wind for just a few days and enjoy himself fully.

However, one thing that he could not ignore was that Shana seemed different after their lovemaking last night, almost as if she was holding back that part of herself that had responded so freely to him so she wouldn't react that way again, and he didn't like it.

Even at lunch, when they'd kissed and enjoyed each other's company as they ate together, with his head on Shana's lap, he could see that remoteness in her eyes, almost as if she was afraid that he would see something he wasn't supposed to.

Finally, at dinner, he gathered up the resolve to broach the subject.

"Shana, you've been acting odd all day. What's wrong?" he asked gently. To his surprise, her face shuttered. "No, I haven't been acting weird," she said, almost on autopilot. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head.

Do you guys all hate me? xD Sorreh! But the next part is a big and important part in the story, where Shana's history comes into the light! I hope I succeeded in making you guys wonder what was with Shana dying her hair since she doesn't seem like that kind of person and everything. Teehee. (: I thought it should have a chapter all to itself, so you guys have to wait a little longer!

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