Ch 8 Can't Love You Less

Tamaki remained quiet most of the way back to his home making Haruhi a bit curious. She watched all the emotions playing on his face; she knew that meant he was having one of his fantasies. She remembered their conversation from earlier that morning. Tamaki had fantasies about her, and he was mortified when he admitted it because she said she wanted a relationship where there where no secrets. She looked at his trembling lips, as if he was hiding his words, or maybe keeping them locked up. Finally he turned his attention to her gazing eyes. The sun was set and the night was young. Haruhi realized a sense of longing behind those wonderful light violet eyes. She could feet blush starting to creep up into her cheeks and averted her eyes hold on him.

"Something wrong?" asked the taller of the two in a vibrant light voice.

"No, nothing," stuttered the other.

The two arrived at Tamaki's mansion. The stars shone bright in the deep dark night and Tamaki took his love's hand into his own once more, guiding her to the door. All the lights where out indicating his grandmother had fallen asleep early for the night and his father was still not home. Tamaki walked Haruhi to her room with out a word; so she knew something was wrong.

"Tamaki," she whispered mostly to herself. (I hope I didn't do anything wrong, he seems distant again.)

Tamaki walked into his own room and gently closed the door behind him. Haruhi changed into her night dress and sat on her bed a moment. She waited to hear the sounds of Tamaki's foot steps walking down the hall for his evening tea like he always did but heard nothing. She waited, the night was clear and the sounds of bugs outside could be heard easily. Haruhi did not feel sleepy but she had a sense of worry toward her friend.

Quietly she walked across the hall and gently tapped on his bedroom door to find it slightly open. Tamaki was lying on his bed with his night stand light on. It looked like he was writing in a small red book. (I wonder if that's the diary Kyoya mentioned before.)

"Tamaki?" questioned the girl's quiet voice.

"You can come in Haruhi."

Haruhi took a step in, closing the door behind her.

"Is everything okay?"

"Just fine, why do you ask?"

"Well," she started walking over to sit next to him on his bed, "you seem quiet again so I figured you had something on your mind you might need to talk out. Did something happen today?"

"No," his eyes hid behind his long bangs, "I'm just so happy I got to spend another wonderful day here with you Haruhi."

Haruhi's eyes widened when she saw his hidden expression he had been trying so hard to hide from her. His violet eyes shimmered behind his hair. She raised her hand to his forehead to push his blond locks from view and saw the fire in his beautiful eyes again.

"Tamaki," she paused when he did not stop her from looking, "you have that look again."

Haruhi felt blush creep back into her face and her hole body felt a fiery sensation. She wanted nothing more then to kiss his attractive face.

"Haruhi I," whispered the other breathily.

Haruhi moved forward toward his trembling lips and gently brushed hers against his in a sweet kiss. Tamaki pulled her body close to his own, deepening the kiss and surprising Haruhi in the process. Her eyes widened when she felt that his kiss held so much for her, so much fire and passion. She knew she was falling and drowning in a deep pool of love. This felt so right; she didn't care or know about anything anymore only that she was with her Tamaki Souh. His warm hand held her back and his other her jaw line as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, blushing madly. (Well he is French after all) blushed the maiden.