The sun peeked through the gap between the drawn curtains, falling on the sleeping couple, their bodies intertwined on the king-sized bed. Clothes were strewn haphazardly all over the room, with a pair of boxers lying half-on, half-off the bed, a bra hanging from the bedside lamp, and a sadly crumpled dress left on the floor near the door.
The light shone into Shana's eyes and she stirred uncomfortably, wondering who had designed this room in the first place. She cracked one eye open and winced as the sun glared mercilessly. She tried to turn over, failed due to Kyoya's weight on her, and turned her head to look at the bedside clock. "Shit," she muttered as she took in the unblinking numbers staring back at her. "It's past two already."
Wriggling out from under Kyoya, she headed to the enormous bathroom to relieve and refresh herself – well, as best she could without a toothbrush, anyway. She gargled with mouthwash and used one of the sample face wash packets that she found in a basket under the sink – although why Kyoya had something like that in his bathroom, she wasn't sure.
She grinned at herself in the mirror, in a better mood than she'd been for a long time. She practically skipped out of the bathroom and smiled again when she saw Kyoya who was still lying in bed glaring at the ceiling, looking for all the world like a petulant child. "It's too early," he grouched when he saw her opening the door to the bathroom. "Come back to bed already."
She rolled her eyes at him as she went back to the bed. She sat down on it and crossed her legs. "It's past two already, in case you hadn't noticed," she informed him, although she knew he was fully aware of the time. "I need to get back to the dorms because I have things I need to do, and I know you have things you need to do also, so let's go."
He shot her a dirty look as she reminded him of his obligations, but acquiesced anyway, climbing out of the bed sulkily. "Are you sure we can't…" he let his voice trail off suggestively as he looked back towards the bed.
She shook her head at him, trying to look annoyed but knowing she was failing miserably at it – she couldn't help it, he was too cute. She was increasingly certain that the "Low Blood Pressure Evil Lord" horror stories the Host Club spoke about when Kyoya wasn't there were just that – stories. "We don't have time! Besides, we did it about five times last night, aren't you tired?"
"We did have a nap," he sulked. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. "Shower with me?" he asked cheekily. The way he was hauling her into the bathroom made it clear that he wasn't going to take no for an answer so she just laughed at him. "Well, if you insist," she said coyly.
The look that he shot her over his shoulder let her know that he wasn't falling for her ploy. "Besides, it's your fault for waking me up in the first place," he told her.
"Yeah, yeah," she muttered as he pressed her against the cool tile wall of the shower. Then he turned the water on, crashed his lips onto hers, and as their arms found their way around each other's bodies, nothing more was said for a long time.
While Shana and Kyoya were basking in the glow of their renewed relationship, the rest of the Host Club was doing something else. All of them had turned up en masse at Shana's – and Chantelle's – dorm room, all with displeased, frowning expressions, even Tamaki and Hani. When Tamaki knocked on the door, all of them steeled themselves for the unpleasant confrontation that was imminent.
A sleepy Chantelle opened the door, clad only in a man's button-down shirt. "What?" she asked rudely, with a scowl that turned into a coy smile as she took in the scene in front of her. "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" she asked, posing coquettishly, leaning against one side of the doorframe.
"Who's there?" a sleepy male voice called from inside the room. Everyone grimaced in distaste as they came to the conclusion that Chantelle had had company over the previous night.
"None of your business!" she snapped back, before turning back to the Host Club members. "Would you care to come in?" she asked while checking out every member of the Host Club, while studiously ignoring Haruhi.
"No thanks, we'll make this as quick as possible, and try to minimize the unpleasantness," Tamaki said coolly. Haruhi was impressed by his cold, professional, Kyoya-like demeanor and for the first time, could tell that he was going to make an amazing chairperson of Suoh Financial.
Hearing the steel in the tone of the handsome man whom she'd come to regard as being a harmless idiot, warning bells seemed to ring in Chantelle's mind. She stood straight and fiddled nervously with the hem of the shirt she was wearing. "What unpleasantness?" she asked, trying and failing to seem cool and collected.
"We know that you pretended to have a one-night stand with Kyoya. You will apologize to both Kyoya and Shana, and will never bother either of them, or any of the Host Club members, ever again. It is not necessary for you to change schools, but you will be expected to transfer out of the dorms and find accommodation elsewhere. In addition, a special request will be put in to change your class schedule so that you will never run into either Shana or Kyoya, even in the canteen." Hani calmly laid down the ultimatum, his steady gaze never once faltering.
"You – you're insane! All of you! What right do you have to make these unreasonable demands and ridiculous accusations of me!" Under the bravado, Chantelle was clearly intimidated by the Host Club.
"Boss, this is getting so boring!" Hikaru complained in a petulant tone. He then fixed a look of such venom on Chantelle that she just about melted into a puddle of sheer terror. "This could get ugly if you don't co-operate quickly," he threatened, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.
"What my brother is trying to say, Chantelle," Kaoru interjected, smiling – although by no means a friendly smile, "is that if you decide to make things difficult for us, even without Kyoya's knowledge, the rest of us combined have the power to make the rest of your college life miserable. With a couple of phone calls, we can even arrange to have your college experience… terminated early, shall we say."
"If you still need convincing," Tamaki added, "the bank where your father holds such an important and high-paying position is owned by the Suoh financial group. I trust you see where we are headed with this?" he asked rhetorically. "My dear princess, it should be clear now that you have played a dangerous game with the Host Club, and lost. When you mess with one of us, you take us all on."
Utterly defeated, Chantelle slumped against the doorframe. At the mention of her being expelled from the university, all the wind seemed to simply puff out of her sails. "Okay," she muttered softly, not daring to make eye contact with any of them.
"Wonderful," Tamaki said, bestowing a princely smile on her before they all turned and left. Mori turned back to look at Chantelle as they left, and though his face didn't reflect any of the emotions he felt, his eyes flashed in anger and disgust before he turned his back on her.
Almost a full hour later, a smugly satisfied Kyoya pulled a lethargic and yawning Shana out of the shower, briskly drying her off before doing the same to himself. As she blinked owlishly at him, he grinned at her. "Come on, don't you have things you need to do?" he asked, draping her towel over her head.
She began to half-heartedly dry her hair, rubbing the towel back and forth without putting much force behind it. "Yes, but that was about three orgasms ago," she grumbled, her face still partially obscured by the towel.
"Yes, three is a good number, isn't it?" Kyoya mused as he walked into his walk-in closet to get dressed.
After patting the ends of her hair dry, Shana removed the towel from her head and tossed it into the laundry hamper. She retrieved her bra and sadly crumpled dress, putting both items of clothing on before hunting around for her missing panties. When she finally found them, wadded into a ball in the corner, she didn't bother to put them back on, instead choosing to stuff them into her purse.
Kyoya came back out of the closet, saw Shana dressed in her rumpled outfit from the previous night, and immediately disappeared back in, only to reemerge a few seconds later holding a long-sleeved shirt, which he held out to her. "Wear this," he instructed, looking away with a slightly annoyed expression.
"Oh… thanks," Shana said in response, clearly confused by the gesture, though appreciative nonetheless. She understood as soon as she put on the shirt; it came down to her knees and the cuffs dangled a good six inches past her hands, effectively covering up most of her exposed skin, as well as the fact that she was wearing last night's outfit, and saving her from having to make the "walk of shame" back to her dorm later.
"Come on, the car should be ready by now," Kyoya said, shepherding her out of the room as she yawned again, rubbing her eye with a fist. "You can nap in the car," he said, smiling at how adorable she was, how perfect, how… his. The unexpected flood of possessive emotion stunned him, and he unwittingly squeezed her arm tighter in response, causing her to look at him with concern.
"Are you all right?" she asked, her brow furrowed.
"I could not be better," he responded mysteriously, not deigning to let her know about his newly discovered possessiveness. She eyed him curiously, but then decided that it couldn't be something major, and shrugged it off since she was still sleepy.
Settling in the car, Shana almost immediately dozed off, cuddling against Kyoya contentedly. He smiled softly, looking down at her sleeping face, relaxed and peaceful in her slumber, a slight flush across her cheeks from their earlier activity. At the thought that he'd put that color on her face, his chest puffed out a little. As ridiculous as he knew this caveman act of his was, he couldn't help it – Shana seemed to bring out all the emotions in him that he usually repressed with rationality screaming to the forefront.
He was just leaning down to kiss her when his phone rang in his pocket. He sighed when he recognized the ringtone – it was Tamaki's customized ringtone. "What do you want," he snapped, his customary greeting to Tamaki.
"Jeez, is that really any way to talk to your best friend?" Tamaki demanded in his usual exuberant fashion. "I'm hurt, Kyoya, honestly!"
"Just get to the point already," Kyoya growled, annoyed.
"Fine, fine," Tamaki said with a long-suffering air. "The Host Club took care of some things for you and Shana, and to facilitate the execution of our plans, you need to escort her all the way back to her room – not Haruhi and Kaori's room, her room," he instructed Kyoya seriously.
"Hang on, what are these plans about – " Kyoya, worried now that he'd heard the terrifying and infamous 'idiot king serious tone', tried to ask, only to be cut off by Tamaki.
"Well, that's all, bye bye now! You children have fun, you hear!" Tamaki exclaimed joyously, before hanging up the phone.
Kyoya puffed out a sigh of resignation as he put his phone back into his pocket. "That idiot…" he muttered to himself, annoyed. Still, his curiosity had been piqued by Tamaki's mysterious demands, and he knew that he would do what Tamaki said, if only to find out for himself what his stupid friends had been up to in the short time that he hadn't been around to keep them in line. Besides, knowing them, he would have to do some damage control.
Yay! This chapter was so much fun to write. ^_^ The next chapter will be the last I think, or I might add a cute little epilogue at the end. But the next chapter will be just tying up all the loose ends, then I think I might start on the next installment of this series. Or I might do an AU fic for Ouran (I really want to try my hand at writing vampire smut hahahah).
I love hearing from you guys so please let me know what you think of this chapter, what you want to see in the next chapter, etc!
Love,
Peachy Hikaru