After a rather uneventful ride (apart from Tamaki trying to strangle the twins, which was nothing new) to the Sakura Rosso Hotel, everyone assembled in the lobby.

Haruhi tried not to let her mouth gape slightly at the elaborated furnishings of the main room. The gleam of the white marble floor was echoed by the bright Corinthian pillars supporting the upper levels. Detailed paintings adorned the walls depicting various scenes of nature, and as she watched dozens of smiling, energetic employees milled around, brightly offering their services to guests.

"It's official – I have stepped into wonderland…"

As Haruhi was peering to see if she could see a rushing white rabbit, she was brought back to the present at the sound of Kyoya clearing his throat, claiming everyone's attention.

"Alright everyone, I have the room arrangements here."

The twins immediately draped themselves across Haruhi.

"Haruhi can room with us senpai! We don't mind sharing. We will have soooo much fun".

They then turned to Haruhi in synchronisation and said cheekily

"Haruhi, we can't wait to have you!"

At these words Tamaki started shaking and with a purple face strongly disagreed

"If anything instead of staying with these ..these.. DEVILS daughter of course will stay with daddy! We shouldn't be parted, …and definitely not let these evil twins have their way with you, should we Haruhi? Don't you want to stay with daddy?"

By this time Tamaki had pushed Kaoru and Hikaru away, much to their displeasure and was holding Haruhi's face between his hands, staring earnestly into her eyes.

Haruhi sighed and turned her face away from her overly dramatic senpai.

"Senpai, please stop touching my face, it counts as harassment – besides you're making a scene."

Tamaki escaped to his corner of woe, slowly drawing circles on the floor before looking mournfully at the rest of the club and then back to his circles.

"How could she possibly think I was harassing her? My daughter has been corrupted…..what is daddy going to do with his rebellious daughter?" these upset mumblings reached the ears of the Host Club.

A sweat drop appeared on everyone's forehead.

"Anyway" continued Kyoya "Morinozuka-senpai, you will be staying in Room 202. Honey-senpai, you will be in Room 203, and I believe there is a rotating cake stand for your own pleasure" At this Honey beamed.

"Tamaki, you have Room 205 and Hikaru and Kaoru, both of you will be staying in Room 207. I will be staying in Room 213 and Haruhi, you will be staying in Room 212."

"Awww. Haruhi isn't staying with us? No fair" Hikaru and Kaoru pouted, sad to know that they won't have 24/7 access to their toy, but then a thought occurred to them and they slid over to Haruhi.

"You know Haruhi" started Kaoru "being a girl of your age, you're starting to mature; and it's understandable if you are starting to feel things, maybe even have strong needs that you yourself can't satisfy.."

"If you ever feel that you need someone, you can just come to our room" continued Hikaru.

"We will most certainly be glad for the company, and the chance to help you" continued Kaoru.

"With whatever needs you have" finished Hikaru.

Tamaki by this point was pointing towards them with a horrified look.

The twins glanced towards him, and then shared a secretive look over Haruhi's head before leaning down and giving her a kiss on each cheek. Knowing what was in store they quickly snatched their key out of Kyoya's hand before racing towards the stairs, with Tamaki in tow shouting about Satan and his minions.

"Come back here you rapscallions! How dare you suggest such tainting things about my maiden!"

The two seniors smiled hearing Tamaki's cry, before taking their keys with a thanks and following the trio.

Haruhi and Kyoya both made their ways to their rooms using the elevator unlike the others who had (in some people's cases) raced up the stairs.

As they waited for their floor, Haruhi noticed that Kyoya's eyes were hardened and he gripped his clipboard so tight that his knuckles were turning slightly white. They both stepped out of the elevator and made their way towards their rooms which were, conveniently, right across the hall from each other.

"Kyoya, are you alright? You seem to be upset" asked Haruhi as he was about to enter his room.

Kyoya didn't turn round.

"I am fine."

Haruhi didn't want to push on the subject but she was truly perplexed about what could have caused such a shift in his mood.

"Kyoya what's wrong? You don't seem okay at all."

Haruhi had crossed over and placed her arm on his shoulder. He jumped slightly from the contact. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Haruhi found herself in Kyoya's room against the wall as the man before her closed the door.

Turning his gaze back to her, Haruhi realized Kyoya's eyes were as hard as ice.

"They shouldn't touch you like that" he hissed.

Haruhi's eyes widened as she finally understood why he was so mad. He was angry because of the liberties Hikaru and Kaoru had taken with her. She smiled tenderly at him, her hands reaching up to cup Kyoya's face and turn it towards hers, as she slowly pulled him down to meet her lips.

Gently, as if it were their first kiss, Haruhi pressed her lips against his, with just enough pressure so that Kyoya could feel it. She knew as soon as she felt his shoulders relax that Kyoya had calmed down. Their lips played gently with each other, sucking gently or sometimes dispersing little nips that heated their bodies.

Haruhi broke the kiss and pushed him back slightly to look into his eyes.

"Try not to be too upset" she said kindly

"Hikaru and Kaoru mean well; it's just that sometimes they can be overly affectionate. You know I only love you."

Kyoya seemed startled for a while till he finally replied, pulling Haruhi closer to him. He opened his mouth then closed it again, struggling to find the words that would explain his reaction without coming across as too overbearing.

Seeing the twins be that close with Haruhi made his blood boil – more frightening was the anger that had snuck up on him quickly. Oh, he had felt anger before; anger at Tamaki for dragging him into another hare-brained scheme, anger at his father for discounting him in the family race simply because of the date of his birth. But this, this felt like molten lava was running through his veins, and only by staking his claim on Haruhi could he calm down.

For someone who prided themselves on control and not showing emotions, just this experience was unnerving to Kyoya.

He wrapped his arms around Haruhi's shoulders, his head slowly sinking till it rested on hers.

"But still' he said into her hair '"it should only be me! I hate it when they touch you like that, as if they have a right to you. I can't control… I have never had anything like this before, and don't intend to lose it. Ever, Haruhi."

Haruhi smiled at his confession, her heart pounding loudly at its implications even if Kyoya wasn't completely aware of what he implied. No matter – hopefully as smart as he is it shouldn't take long for him to realise.

Standing on tiptoes, Haruhi whispered into Kyoya's ear.

"I am yours, Kyoya Ootori."

Kyoya's eyes then widened before he whirled her round onto his bed that was standing off to the side. Haruhi ended up sitting on the bed with Kyoya next to her, gripping her hand.

"Say it again. Please." he asked, in a barely audible whisper.

Haruhi could hear the slight shake to his usually composed voice but sensed his urgency.

She reached out to stroke the side of his face before staring deeply into his onyx eyes.

"I am yours" she said clearly.

Relief and happiness flitted across Kyoya's face. Whilst growing up within a rich household might have been the 'lap of luxury', what most did not know was the imprint it left - the fact that anything not bought or earned with your own might could be taken away from you at any time. Before his thoughts turned to his father, his attention snapped back to the wonderful woman in his arms.

He pulled Haruhi into a tight embrace as his strong arms became locked around her waist. In response Haruhi's arms snaked around his neck and her fingers twined in his hair.

Kyoya pulled back from the embrace. His eyes traced Haruhi's delicate features with tenderness.

"I love you" he whispered.

They were both confident in each other's feelings, but this was the first time that Kyoya had said the words out loud. Haruhi sat there stunned, and then had to blink back tears, marvelling for a brief second how 3 little words could have such an effect on the person. Then her thought train stopped and all she could think of was reciprocating.

"I love you too" Haruhi whispered back.

Kyoya shared one of his rare, heart-warming smiles at the words, and with that, Kyoya leaned forward and Haruhi's lips met his eagerly. Kyoya pushed Haruhi back onto the bed and lowered on top of her. Their lips danced playfully with each other but then their kisses became more serious and intimate as Kyoya stroked her lower lip with his tongue for entrance, and Haruhi granted it.

Their hands roamed over each other. One of Haruhi's hands twined itself in Kyoya's hair whilst the other travelled down his back, pressing him closer to her body. Kyoya's hands travelled down Haruhi's shoulders down to her waist.

One of them remained there, stroking so that Haruhi could feel the heat through her jeans. The other hand crept under the top and attempted to pull it off. Haruhi gasped at the contact and with a harsh sound in her throat helped to discard it. Kyoya then proceeded to quickly unbutton his top and throw it off.

After that, Haruhi's hands roamed over his toned chest, gently caressing and stroking. Her nails scratched gently over his nipples that hardened under her touch. Kyoya groaned and gripped her hips to his tighter, his hands starting to make quick work of her jeans.

All of a sudden, the phone on the table next to them started ringing. They both startled at the intrusive sound, but then tried to ignore it. After several rings Haruhi had had enough.

"Go on, otherwise it will do our heads in".

Infuriated from being interrupted of his time with Haruhi, Kyoya leaned over and snapped into the phone.

"What is it!"

There was a whimper from the other end.

"The club is meeting in 10 minutes in the lobby" Tamaki said.

"Fine" Kyoya hissed.

"Um.." there was a gulp on the other end of the phone.

"Can you tell Haruhi? She isn't picking up her phone.." Upon hearing this, Haruhi giggled into the bed quietly so that Tamaki didn't hear. She then leaned up a bit and started to plant small, playful kisses along Kyoya's neck before travelling down to his collar bone. Kyoya stifled another groan and Haruhi smiled against his skin.

"I will see what I can do" managed Kyoya before the breath caught in his throat when Haruhi bit him gently.

Before Tamaki could reply, he placed the phone down and turned his attention back to Haruhi.

Immediately he crashed his lips hard on hers and poured himself into it. As they broke for air, he said breathlessly

"Try not to do that when I'm on the phone, please? It is….very distracting."

Pleased at her work, Haruhi rolled themselves over so that she was on top and kissed the tip of his nose.

"Sorry love, it was hard to resist".

Kyoya smiled softly at the term of endearment. About to continue with their earlier business, he became confused when Haruhi gently pried herself off of him and started to walk to the door. But Kyoya was faster.

"Where are you going?" he demanded, placing his hand against the door so that she couldn't sneak out. Haruhi rolled her eyes at his childish, and seemingly one-track mind.

"If you will take care to remember, we will soon be expected in the lobby, and I don't know about you but I am a bit of a mess".

Haruhi looked down on herself. She had already retrieved her discarded shirt and shoes from the floor.

"Fine" Kyoya pouted but then gave Haruhi one last chaste kiss.

"See you" he said simply.

"Miss you" Haruhi replied as she walked to her room and closed her own door.