Chapter Twenty: Misuzu and Mei, Love and Summer!

It was Kyouya, again, who walked through her door this time to wake her up. Kiiro, however, was a step ahead of him, she was up and ready to go, sitting on the edge of her bed, she smiled. She dressed in a yellow, summer dress and had had plenty of time to do her make up.

He smirked, closing the door behind him, "Already awake, are you?" he shrugged. "I must admit I'm a little disappointed. I like having to wake you up..."

"No pouting." she grinned, holding her arms out.

"Is that an invitation?" he looked a bit surprised, but walked over to her, leaning over in front of her. "What is it you want?" the look in his eye becoming a shade or so darker.

She tried to remain calm, but she was losing her cool with him this close, so instead of saying anything, she closed their distance and kissed him instead.

He chuckled low and dark, running a hand up her thigh, before lifting her by her legs.

"Ky-Kyouya!" she wobbled, linking her arms around his neck, "W-what are you doing?"

He set her a little bit further back on the bed, and without another word he returned to kissing her, "I knew you liked it when I woke you up."

She grinned, "Now don't ruin this with your ego, okay?"

He touched his lips to her neck, smiling when she squirmed in response, "I believe I like this more than I let on..." he kissed down to her collar bone, "Especially if it's at your request..." he let a hand wander down her stomach to rest on her hip, "I wouldn't ruin it for anything."

She was speechless in reply, too occupied by his wandering hands to say anything meaningful back.

"You know, there's something different about you. You're acting oddly."

She smiled, "It's nothing, I just didn't get much sleep last night."

"You're a horrible liar, Kiiro. And, you're not too good at keeping secrets either."

She shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about, Kyouya. It's not a secret."

He looked at her, raised his eyebrow and kissed her.

They were en route to Misuzu's pensione. While most of the club had been out and about with Mei in the past few days, Haruhi had been working with Tamaki in secret to remind Mei of her father via his recipes. Right now, Tamaki and Haruhi were working part-time for Misuzu.

"It's been too long." Kyouya smiled as he stepped out of his family car.

Kiiro bounced out of the car and stretched, letting the sun wash over her, the refreshing breeze blew by, making for an ideal summer day. She couldn't help but feel happy.

They entered the quaint pensione, taking their seats with Hani and Mori in the dining room, watching as Haruhi ordered Tamaki around and Misuzu joyously greeted the Hitachiins- who had been suckered in to working by their good-for-nothing King.

"It seems there are new part-timers." Kyouya held up his cup. "Can I have another serving of tea?"

Hani smiled brightly, sitting before three empty plates, completely clean of cake, "As for me it will be cakes~! Cakes~!" he happily ordered.

"Oh, and boys, get me a coffee as well." Kiiro was quick to make the Twins of use. "Two sugars and plenty of milk." she beamed sweetly.

The Twins looked stricken, burdened by the prospect of actually having to do work, but also unamused by the numerous tasks given them by their "friends".

Tamaki began playing piano, while looking back at the aggravated Haruhi, pleading forgiveness for his uselessness as a coworker.

She sighed, evidently still unhappy. She looked across the dining room, gaze falling on the table where the part of the club that had no want to work sat. With a hint of a shudder she asked, "By the way, Kyouya-senpai, why are you here?"

"We," he gestured to himself and the seniors. "...are here cooperating in attracting customers by providing "handsome guys service"."

"Like Kyo-chan said~!" Hani bounced in his seat.

Kiiro rolled her eyes and spoke up, "I'm here because I was pretty much dragged along."

"Is that so...?" Haruhi closed her eyes, irked.

"Alright! My fellow subjects!" Tamaki began, standing before his "subjects" all crowded on and around the same couch. "Fate has reunited all of us Host Club members! Let's use our break to hold the Karuizawa Host Club meeting!" he announced.

"Whatever. You say break, but the only ones who worked properly were Mori-senpai, Haruhi and ourselves!" Hikaru corrected him.

"Besides, what is this meeting about?" Kaoru whined. "We haven't heard anything about it!"

"Of course, it's about Mei-chan and Misuzu-chi's making up project! We'll do everything so that Misuzu-chi can apologize to Mei-chan and without her knowing it!" King maintained his 'let's help' pose. "From now on, everyone must cooperate! Do you understand? First, stage one, which is the 'Let's secretly send to Mei-chan, Misuzu-chi's flavor project'! Thanks to Haruhi and I's splendid cooperation, we already have steady results! Mei-chan may not be conscious of it, but it is at it's highest level! Since it is at the spirit level, she will feel nostalgic of Misuzu-chi's flavor! I can't be mistaken on it! Right, Haruhi? You agree?"

His kouhai sighed, "I don't know about the spirit stuff. Well... I think it is certain that Mei-chan doesn't hate Misuzu-san in her heart..." Haruhi told him. "At first, I couldn't guess Mei-chan's feelings... I didn't know if they moved in the right direction but... I used Misuzu-chan's recipes and guessed from Mei-chan's expression..."

"Hmmph! It wasn't Tono's project but, Haruhi's cooking that did the trick!" Hikaru sighed.

"From the success of stage one, we can now melt Mei-chan's icy heart with... stage two!" Tamaki laughed arrogantly. "Kyouya, disguised as a ruffian, will pick a fight with Mei-chan and Misuzu-chi will save her!"

Kiiro couldn't help but imagine Kyouya in black sunglasses with a scar on his cheek, she chuckled.

"Good! Nice idea! We'll help!" the Twins agreed immediately.

"May I remind you that Tamaki is a complete idiot?" Kyouya glared at them.

"What do you mean I'm an idiot?" Tamaki flailed. "I want the ruffian plan no matter what!"

"Then why don't you be the ruffian? Idiot..." he returned in a practiced manner.

"But, Tama-chan, where will we execute this kind of plan~?"

"Good question, Hani-senpai!" Tamaki recovered. "In fact, there is a festival in Haruhi's neighborhood next week! There was a time when Misuzu-chi took Mei-chan to this festival when she was two-years-old!"

"Nobody has memories of when they were two!" the Twins scolded.

"Then we must bet on the waking of the spirit level!" their lord babbled.

"Spirit, spirit... your plan depends mostly on luck!" Hikaru tried.

"Kyouya-senpai, will you take on the role of the ruffian? We'll do the styling!" Kaoru had his heart set on it.

"Who would do such a thing?" Kyouya sighed. "The right person must be at the right place. Besides, isn't there another one who would be perfect for the role?"

Haruhi and the Twins looked at Mori.

"That's... it's not me..." he protested.

"Ne~! Why do you always show up so early?!" Kiiro whined, frantically wiping away the mussed point of her eyeliner. Looking up into the mirror to see someone suddenly standing behind you is not preferable, especially when fixing your makeup.

"Did I scare you?" Kyouya asked with an amusement Kiiro desperately wanted to ruin.

She rolled her eyes, "Damn sneaky Shadow King..." she mumbled.

"I heard that." he raised an eyebrow.

She stuck her tongue out at his reflection, and proceeded to salvage her cat's eye, "I'm almost done..."

"There's no hurry." he took in the sight of her yukata. A floral one this time with all manner of hues pink and red, black branches hiding beneath heads of hydrangea. Her obi was... "Kiiro, you've tied your obi wrong." he smiled.

Her shoulders slumped, "Wrong? There's a wrong way?"

"Yes." he put his hands to her hips and pulled her a bit closer.

"Eep!" she squeaked, her back almost pressed to his chest. "How are you going to fix it when you're this close?" her voice failed her a bit.

"Hush." he commanded. "And where's all that courage you had last week?" he pressed his lips to her ear.

She shivered, but remained silent as he untied her sash. She held her yukata in place, hoping he wouldn't look into the mirror at her bright red face. The slight brushes of his fingertips against the small of her back were not helping her situation.

"With this type of obi, the knot is meant to emulate an iris." he informed her, again brushing her skin through the cotton of her traditional ware.

"There." he announced with one final tug.

She spun in his grasp, spying the much-improved bow in her reflection, it was slanted now with two layers. "How did you make it look like that?" she marveled.

"I've seen it done a time or two."

"Thank you." she beamed, touching a kiss to his cheek.

"I'll accept payment later." his grin reappeared.

"Of course." she shook her head.

The night had only just arrived when the Host Club had set to meet Mei and Haruhi at the local festival. The boys had all come dressed in yukata as well, drawing the attention of all passerby of the female persuasion, as per usual.

"Haru-chan and Mei-chan~!" Hani called out, clutching Usa-chan to his chest. "You're here~!" he beamed. "I wonder if there are any cakes here~?" he added.

"Of course there aren't any!" Kyouya replied with a smile.

'Kyouya, king of dashing hope against the concrete...' Kiiro sweatdropped.

Haruhi and Mei made their way to the group. They promptly surrounded Haruhi, who was wearing an adorable sakura-patterned yukata.

"Oh, you look so cute, Haruhi!" Kiiro fawned, "You're even wearing makeup..."

Haruhi struggled in the grasps, "Waah!"

From outside of the circle Mei reminded them, "Hey! I'm also wearing a yukata!"

Tamaki grinned, turning to her, "Ah! Sorry Mei-chan!" he slipped into host-mode easily, "You look so pretty in your flower pattern yukata on your brown skin. You are indeed like a princess from the southern countries... Will you please choose me as your companion for tonight, princess?"

The festival goers seemed to be watching them, amazed by Tamaki and his supposed princess.

"People are looking at us!" she tried to whisper. "I understand! I understand! This is embarassing!" she appeared mortified.

"Kyouya-senpai, where is Misuzu-san?" Haruhi asked, brushing off the spectacle.

"We should wait a little before starting the plan." Kyuya explained. "I'll be on standby at the shrine's back gate. When the signal is sent, we'll start the plan. A lot of my staff are hidden here. They are disguised as customers visiting the festival and merchants. I have already told some of the organizers of this festival the story. We don't have to worry if we cause a little disturbance."

"Uh, they're really serious about this..." Haruhi stammered, spotting a few of Kyouya's staff in the crowd.

"Amazing what you can do with a little influence..." Kiiro chuckled.

"Kyouya-senpai is really in high spirits..." the Twins shared amongst themselves.

"I wonder if he's happy because there hasn't been any action for a long time~?"

"Well, that's right..." Kyouya smirked. "The next phase of the plan is already in action."

Their group weaved through the festival, the beautiful decor and display of culture was a near sensory overload for Kiiro.

"Haru-chan~ Let's eat cotton candy~!"

"Hani-senpai, we must eat yakisoba first!" the Twins argued.

"Haruhi! Haruhi! There's candy apples over here!" Tamaki delighted in the commoner fare. "Here are also target booths. How about we try them?"

"Eh? It's okay... There isn't anything I want..." Haruhi replied flatly.

"No! No! No! I'll get you anything you want!" he protested her indifference.

"Haruhi! They're beating drums this way!" the Twins and the seniors separated from the rest.

"Wait!" Haruhi called before being brought back by Mei, who whispered something to her.

Mei then ran over to Tamaki and led him away as well.

"Wait! Mei-chan!" Haruhi sighed. "What should we do, the plan..."

Kiiro clung to her junior, "Don't worry about it, Haruhi." she smiled.

Kyouya shrugged, "We won't lose sight of them. So it's alright." he pulled out his phone, grinning, "Besides, after all, the one who is most likely to persuade her is Tamaki, right?"

After a time, from their position at the back gate, Kyouya received the call saying that the plan had started. They had gotten Bossanova to play the ruffian role...for obvious reasons. And he was hassling Tamaki and Mei while they tried to catch goldfish.

"Got it." he nodded. "It is Misuzu-san's turn!" he announced to the group, who all crowded the plainly dressed Misuzu, showering him with courage.

"Ok!"

They followed him to the scene, careful to stay out of sight. When they arrived, Mei had Kasanoda by the collar, and seemed a good deal more threatening than him.

"Hey!" Misuzu called, trying to sound macho. "What are you doing to my daughter?!"

Mei only turned and growled, "You too? What are you doing, fish man?"

The wind blew cold over the Host Club, their plan in tatters.

"Me-Mei-chan..." Misuzu went on. "I had heard that a delinquent had picked a fight with you, Mei-chan..."

"I could have managed it by myself." she stated. "By the way, what about the pensione? Where are the fluffy clothes?"

"O-occasionally I think it's good to be a manly father."

"Haa?!" she yelled. "What are you saying?! It's too late! If it was simple for you to stop, then you wouldn't have had to divorce from the beginning!" she argued. "Didn't you know that I was feeling lonely?!"

Misuzu had tears in his eyes, "Mei-chan, I'm sorr-"

"You left Mom and me to take the path you wanted!" she continued. "It's really unbearable so show me the end of it! Then I'll approve of your fluffy manners, anything!" she huffed, "I'm going home." she announced. "You too, come with me." she dragged Haruhi with her. "For being Tamaki-kun's accomplice in this whole operation, I want to hit you!"

"Huh?!"

"Mei-chan..." Misuzu tried.

"Ah... Also... Your cherry jam..." she said softly. "I want you to send that to me next. Don't forget... Because I really like it."

"Ah...!"

"Maybe it wasn't a complete failure..." Kiiro giggled.

"Ah, man, it's no fun without Haruhi here." the Twins griped. "We're gonna leave."

"Right, it is getting late." Tamaki nodded.

Hani and Mori had already left as it was far past Hani's bedtime.

Kiiro realized it was about nine o' clock, "Yeah, it's probably time to-"

"We'll see you all later." Kyouya interrupted her. "We might stick around for a while longer."

"What do you mean we?" Kiiro raised an eyebrow at him.

The rest of the group said their goodbyes, with minimal teasing from the Twins, and Kyouya pulled her back to the festival proper.

"I believe I mentioned something about seeing each other outside of school more?" he grinned. "I am your boyfriend, after all."

Kiiro's face lit up, "B-boyfriend. To say that so nonchalantly..."

"I don't believe that's something to be embarrassed about." his ego returned.

Once Kiiro had gotten over her embarrassment, they toured almost all of the festival, visiting booth after booth. Kiiro picked up all manner of souvenirs, kitsune masks and yoyos and other knick-knacks that she found she needed. They sampled some rather odd cuisine as well.

"Kyouya, what's takoyaki?" Kiiro asked upon seeing the booth advertising it.

"You haven't tried it, yet?" he asked, slightly surprised that she didn't know what it was. "It's battered and fried diced octopus."

"O-octopus?" she questioned, as if she hadn't heard him correctly. "Why would you eat octopus?"

"One order, please." Kyouya said to the man at the booth.

He produced a small carton of them, two toothpicks popped out of two of the spheres.

"Try it." Kyouya handed it to her.

"I-I'm not sure..." she hesitated.

"It's not going to bite." he rolled his eyes.

"But..."

He took hold of one of the toothpicked takoyaki, opened her mouth with his free hand and placed it on her tongue.

Her muffled protest gave way to a surprised expression, "It's not too bad."

"Told you." he smiled.

Kiiro and Kyouya made their way out of the festival, walking out towards one of the unblocked roads. From where they were, the festival beneath them was a beautiful sprawl of lanterns in the dark of near midnight.

"That was pretty fun, Kyouya." Kiiro grinned sheepishly. "Thanks for showing me around."

"It wouldn't have been fair to waste all of our summer caught up in one of Tamaki's schemes." Kyouya replied, closing his phone. "My driver will pick us up here, once he gets through traffic."

"Well, we still have a little bit of summer left." she assured him happily, but then she slumped as she remembered... "Of course I'll be swamped with all of the homework I've been putting off until now..."

She could have sworn he almost snorted at that, "You haven't done any of it?"

"N-no..." her cheeks turned red.

He shook his head, "Kiiro, Kiiro, there's not much time left."

"I know." she hung her head.

"I could help you, of course." he offered. "We do have quite a few classes together, you know."

She refused to look at him, despite the smile of his, "W-would you?"

His finger traced her jawline, "Of course, I would." his grin became wolfish. "You could come over to my house."

She suddenly realized that she was up against a wall, her heart leapt up into her throat, beating so loud she knew he could probably hear it, "Yeah?"

"Mhmm." he pressed a kiss to her lips, then to her jaw, then to her neck...

"K-kyouya, what if someone sees?" she whispered.

"If you keep saying my name like that, I don't think I could find it in me to care." he smiled, nipping at the base of her neck.

She felt like she could melt.

"We have a few minutes before my driver arrives." he ran his tongue over the tiny red mark.

She ran a hand up into his hair, angling his head to where she could kiss him directly.

The opening of her door and the weight at the end of her bed did a good job of waking her up, "Not fair." she grumbled. "You don't get to keep me up late and then wake me up early."

"That would be a valid argument..." Kyouya lay down beside her. "...if it were early."

"What time is it?" her head peeked out from the covers.

"Noon." he smirked at her as she burrowed back into her comforter.

"Early enough."

"I thought you wanted me to help you with your homework?" he shook her shoulder before pulling her blanket from her hold. "I'm being nice."

She laughed, "You being nice means you're looking for payback." she struggled to roll away from him.

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy last night?" he grabbed her, preventing her escape.

"Kyouya." she squirmed.

"Yes, there was a lot of that." he chuckled.

"Pervert." she replied with her face buried against his chest. "You smell nice."

'Like earth after rain.' she thought.

"I use soap." he said in reply.

"Smartass." she hit him over the head with a pillow.

He returned her assault.

She wiggled away from him, defending herself.

"Why do you have so many pillows?" he threw one at her.

"Because I like to be comfortable." she argued, dodging.

Their pillow fight ensued, ending when Kiiro surrendered before falling into the pillow pit, "Okay! Okay! I give up!" she squealed.

"You were the one who started it." he reminded her.

"I know." she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Remember what I told you about that tongue." he tsked.

"C-Come here, then." she said timidly.

He obliged her, joining her in the mass of cushions. She sat up, pressing her lips to his, "A little more time like this... Then I'll get ready..."

Kiiro pranced ahead of Kyouya into his room, spying first the pastries and coffee laid out on the table in the center of his bedroom, "Ooh sweets!" she grinned taking a seat on the cushion laid out next to the table.

"Is that all it takes to woo you, Kiiro?" he asked, sitting beside her.

"What's wrong with loving cheese danishes?" she helped herself to one.

Within the next few hours they had gotten perhaps half of her homework done. But she needed a break.

"Ne~! Kyouya, my brain hurts!" she massaged her temples, slumping against the table before her. The way her tutored her was burning her mind. She had always considered herself smart but it was obvious that Kyouya was on a completely different level of intelligence.

"We've only just gotten through A.P. Calculus, we'll have to move on to Biology next." he stated simply. "Or we could complete your Japanese coursework."

"How did you get all of yours done so quickly?" she whined.

"I am the product of excellent breeding." he smirked. "We could take a break if you'd like, we've still got about a week and a half left of summer break to catch you up."

"Yes. please." she tried to soothe her right wrist. "I don't think I've written this much since that last round of exams at my old school..."

"Well, you were the one to procrastinate." he tapped his pencil eraser to her forehead.

She pouted, "It's not all my fault, there were so many interesting commoner places to visit with the club, the urge to draw when I returned home was too strong." she retrieved her sketchbook from her bag.

He raised an eyebrow, "Planning on procrastinating some more?"

"Well, if you must know..." she opened it, flipping through the pages rapidly. "I just happened to have it in my bag from before."

The sketches were colorful, done in watercolor pencil mostly, of brightly lit streets and restaurant scenes, blurs seen through train windows.

"Is this from the arcade?" Kyouya pointed to one sketch, a complete one featuring glowing game screens and masses crowding around them.

She nodded, smiling softly, "I took a picture with my phone and drew it up, if you look closely..." she searched the page. "Here." she pointed to one of the crowds. "I got Tamaki and Mei in the shot." she giggled.

"These are very detailed for having only a phone picture for reference." he praised. "Would you mind if I looked through them?"

"O-okay." she blushed. It had always embarrassed her when someone looked through her work. It took a lot of courage for her to display any of it, especially a collection of unfinished doodlings. "They're not that great really..."

"You need to stop deprecating yourself, Kiiro." he rolled his eyes. "You're quite talented."

"Well, you know... I practice a lot."

His grin came back, "When did you draw me?" he examined the sketch of himself, seated before his laptop, perhaps in the middle of club activities.

Her blush intensified, she had forgotten that drawing, "Ah! I just wanted to-I mean sometimes when I see-! Please don't think I'm weird." she panicked.

"Calm down. It's a great portrayal." he cupped her chin. "Besides, I can't blame you for wanting to draw me."

She snatched her sketchbook from him with a frown, "You're so conceited."

He only smirked in response, capturing her lips with his. She smiled into the kiss, 'Of course he wouldn't be Kyouya without being a little vain.'

He broke their kiss, "Well, Kiiro, if we're taking a break from studying, there's a place I'd like to take you to." he crossed the room, beckoning for her to follow. "There's a cafe that opened up not far from here..."

"I'll pay for my own coffee." she announced quickly, incredibly conscious of creating any debts with the Shadow King.

"Oh, coffee, where have you been all of my life?" Kiiro cradled her cup, delighting in the rich taste of her drink and in her surroundings. There was something she found charming about cafes. She looked to her company, "I didn't figure you would be the type to visit places like this."

"Unlike the rest of the club, I do not find the taste of commoner's coffee appealing." he explained, "And I do get out, you know."

She laughed, "Fair enough. Just don't ever let King hear of your disapproval of instant coffee."

"Oh, I don't disapprove of it." he clarified. "The amount of money we've saved buying cheap coffee would astound you. I just don't drink it."

"Miser." she accused, throwing a glare his way, before catching sight of something behind him. "N-no way..." she said under her breath with a slump.

"What is it, Kiiro?" Kyouya raised his eyebrow, turning to look over his shoulder.

"D-don't look!" she waved her hands. "If you look, they'll see us!"

"Kyouya-senpai, Kiiro-senpai, what are you doing here?" the Twins spotted them, making their way to the table inhabited by their seniors.

"I was enjoying coffee, until you two showed up." Kiiro grinned behind her cup.

"You're too cruel, Kiiro-senpai." Hikaru held a hand to his heart.

"Is that anyway to treat your kouhais?" Kaoru pouted.

She shrugged off their whining as they took seats on either side of her and Kyouya.

"You know..."

"...it's odd..."

"...seeing you two here together." they teased.

"What's so odd about it?" Kyouya began, leaning back in his chair. "Am I not allowed to have a coffee with someone else?"

Ignoring him, they continued, "Now, that I think about it..." Hikaru started, turning to Kaoru.

"...they also have quite a few classes together." Kaoru finished, turning to Hikaru.

"Could they be...?" they trailed off.

"Boys, it's impolite to speak about people as if they aren't right there." Kiiro warned.

"Besides, the two of you have quite a few classes with Haruhi..." Kyouya returned their teasing.

"Ah, yes, so by the same coin..." Kiiro grinned, finishing her coffee.

"H-hey, follow your own advice, Kiiro-senpai!" the boys replied, flustered.

She shrugged, "You started it."

Kyouya looked at his phone, before standing, "Well, this has been fun, but, Kiiro, if you are to have any hopes of finishing your homework, we'll be needing to return to my house."

"Aww." Kiiro groaned.

The Twins grinned devilishly, "You're going to his house, Kiiro-senpai?"

"One more word out of you too..." she warned before catching up with Kyouya, sticking her tongue out at the nosy doppelgangers.

"Have fun!" they snickered.

"H-hey, Kyouya?" Kiiro closed her notebook, glancing at the boy seated next to him. A little more than three quarters of her homework was done already, though they had been at it for hours.

"Mm?"

"It was really nice of you to help me out with this." she smiled softly.

He chuckled, "What would have happened if I hadn't? Your mother would have pulled you back to America the moment she found out about your bad marks."

"Ah, yeah, I almost forgot about the good grades agreement."

"And I've already told you that you're not allowed to leave." he shrugged, smirking.

She crossed her arms, "Not allowed?" she said, hiding her smile. "Who says I'm not allowed?"

"I do." he returned, resting his head in one hand. "You're not allowed to leave me."

"I never would." she stated simply, scooting closer to him. "Besides, I've known you for almost my entire life, I would feel wrong without you."

In answer, he kissed her, pulling her into his lap easily. She giggled, getting comfortable. His tongue brushed over her bottom lip and she deepened the kiss. He broke their liplock, weaving a hand into her hair, angling her head upwards. His lips made a trail down her neck. She shivered, placing her hands at his chest. His free hand ran up her thigh to rub circles on her hip.

"Ah, Kyouya." she squeaked as he bit at the nape of her neck.

She could feel his chuckle through his chest, "I don't want to take you home." he kissed up her jaw line.

"I-I'm not sure if I want to go, either." she murmured, heartbeat picking up pace.

"You could always stay, we could..." he trailed off, the look in his eye telling her how serious he was about his joke.

"P-pervert..." her face reddened, 'Thinking of him like that...'

"Another time then?" he shrugged, kissing her once more before she was able to sit up.

She rolled her eyes at him, trying to appear much cooler than she felt, "Something like that is still in your dreams, Kyouya."

His grin was cat-like, "You were the one who wanted me in your bed. I believe you said that long before our first kiss, even."

"Th-that was a slip of the tongue!" she defended herself, again. 'He's never gonna let me live that down!'

"Never." he read her mind again.