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Chapter 11: A snuggle? A kiss? ^.-

Kyoya wakes up early in the morning. He notices the deep even breath that crawls along his bare chest, Haruhi appears to still be asleep. 'If I quietly go on the couch, she won't know that I slept on the bed with her and she won't attack me. But I am quite comfortable here, an I like the way she fits perfectly in my arms.' Kyoya decides to stay in bed to cuddle more with Haruhi.

Haruhi wakes up shortly after Kyoya does. This time, she doesn't mind waking up next to him in a soft comfortable bed. She basks in his warmth, and the feeling of being safe with him.

Kyoya's eyes widen as Haruhi snuggles closer to him. His heart skips a beat and accelerates. He pulls her closer to his body, closing his eyes again.

"Mhm, Kyoya..." Haruhi mumbles, slowly opening her eyes and looking up into his face. Without his glasses and his eyes closed, Kyoya looks serene, peaceful, and almost angelic. He has a small smile placed upon his lips. It wasn't just any smile, not his host smile, but a true smile that only Haruhi gets to see. The true smile highlights his features, showing off his strong jaw and how his closed eyes crinkle slightly. "Thank you for being my savior," with pink tinted cheeks, Haruhi leans up and pecks him on the cheek. She lies back down, placing her head back onto his chest.

Kyoya feels the heat rushing into his face. Haruhi's lips were placed gently onto his cheeks, and she had applied the perfect amount of pressure. Her lips were silky soft and radiated heat. He can tell that he will enjoy it when he finally gets to kiss the girl for real. 'It's almost about time for this relationship to process forward,' he tells himself, smirking at the thought of Haruhi's reaction.

Haruhi gives him one last squeeze, and crawls out of the bed. She instantly wants to go back under the covers again, missing the warmth that he gave her.

"You aren't going to stay any longer?" Kyoya asks playfully, propping himself up on his arms, his hair slightly ruffled.

"I don't want to over stay my welcome. I also figured that since today is our last day here, I'd make breakfast for everyone," she replies to him.

"Oh Haruhi, you would never over stay your welcome," Kyoya winks.

Just as Haruhi reaches out for the door knob, a hysterical Tamaki runs into the room past her. "Kyoya! My precious Haruhi is missing! I have looked all over the house and nobody has seen her since last night. She could have been kidnapped hurt raped killed. She could be laying in a ditch in the dessert for all we know!" Tamaki gasps for a breath.

"Did you not tell Haruhi last night that you weren't going to talk to her?" Kyoya questions.

"I, um, well, about that..." Tamaki trails off, fiddling with his fingers.

Kyoya smirks at his friend. "If you'd like to talk to her so badly, look behind you. Haruhi had decided to accompany me for a while, she's been with me the entire time. We did not expect that it would result with a sleepover," he practically rubs it into Tamaki's face.

Tamaki spins around, looking bewilder that Haruhi is still in her night gown. After a moment of silence, Tamaki scowls at his rival. "You... You... Did you...?" anger and shock won't let Tamaki ask the question of the answer that he is dreading.

"Did I do what?" Kyoya asks, fully knowing exactly what Tamaki is thinking.

Haruhi, now standing off to the side in between the two friends; who are secretly rivals for Haruhi's attention, is watching the scene that is unfolding before her eyes. Her head is snapping back and forth to whomever is speaking. Her head turns to Tamaki.

He takes a step forward, hands clenching and unclenching; trying to restrain himself. "Did you... You know," Tamaki sputters angrily.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Tamaki," he pauses, pulling Haruhi into his arms. "But Haruhi and I did sleep together last night," Kyoya leans down and kisses her cheek. He sinisterly chuckles as her face turns a shade of pink.

Tamaki looks at Haruhi in the eyes. There is confusion and agony displayed in his sky blue eyes. He takes a step back, as if he is stumbling back from a hard blow to the stomach. "I-is this true Haruhi?" pain is visible in his voice.

"Y-yes," she pauses for a quick moment. "But we didn't do anything. I just fell asleep," she adds quickly, making sure that he doesn't get the wrong idea about her and Kyoya.

Tamaki brightens up. "Good! I knew my precious daughter would preserve herself for after marriage. Now let's go eat some breakfast."

"Just give me a few minutes to change, and I'll make breakfast for everyone," Haruhi tells them. After Tamaki leaves the room like an excited toddler, Haruhi rounds on Kyoya. "What the Hell was thy about, you Rich Bastard? You were making him think that we did the exact opposite than what we really did!" she hisses at him.

"It's his fault for making up false conclusions," he defends, stepping forward toward Haruhi with an amusement in his eyes.

Haruhi steps forward as well. "But you most certainly implied-" she gets cut off by Kyoya's lips crashing onto her own. Haruhi's eyes practically shoot out of their sockets. After a few moments, she closes her eyes and relaxes into the kiss. She wraps her arms behind his neck, and pulls him closer.

When Kyoya pulls back, they are both panting. He smirks, she has finally given into him. He has won this round.

Haruhi's eyes widen, flabbergasted at what has just happened and how she had reacted to it. His lips were so soft and warm. She resists the urge to touch her slightly swollen pink tinged lips. A deep dark rosy pink blush has crept it's way onto her face. Haruhi notices the smirk that has formed on Kyoya's lips; he's satisfied with her reaction, it's clear, plain as day. Haruhi scowls at him, and huffs out of his room to her own.