"Kyouya, why do people have honeymoons?" Haruhi asked, falling back into the sand and throwing her arm across her eyes to shield them from the sun.
Kyouya set down his book and turned to look at her. "You're not having fun?"
"Well, I'm enjoying the time with you," she murmured, "But we don't have to go on vacation for that! I feel unproductive."
"That's the idea, Haruhi," he replied. "Physical pleasures abound; fine sights, rest, nights alone on a private beach..."
Haruhi sighed. "You can do all that at home."
"Solitude is the key," he said. "Young couples can rarely stay dressed for long."
"And in a mansion like yours you think it would be difficult to find a place to do all that?"
Kyouya smiled and stretched out beside her. "Just four more days," he said, tucking his hands beneath his head. "You'll pull through."
Haruhi rolled onto her side, frowning. "Kyouya, so far the only thing I've done on this trip that I enjoyed was make love. I'm going to go insane before four days have passed."
"Haruhi, just relax," Kyouya said. "Close your eyes. Listen to the waves. It's quite pleasant."
Haruhi fell back against the sand. For a few minutes she said nothing. Salty sea air washed over them, gulls soared over head. The sun fell across their bodies, warming them as the steady ebb and pull of the water sent gentle tremors across the beach. All was calm and tranquil, as soft and peaceful as a dream. And then...
"Kyouya, wouldn't it be easier to just have sex for four days?"