Chocolate & Champagne

WC: 811

M is for Mistletoe

Timeline: Haruhi's twenty-five and Kyoya's twenty-six.

The room was dim, and it made Haruhi feel queasy, and the chatter of all the people for the Ootori New Year's party didn't help with the sick feeling.

Haruhi placed her hand on the rapidly forming bulge of her belly. Her other hand was holding a glass of water instead of wine (the water was in a flute, though, to her husband's urging), and she had moved away from the buffet table in fear of her hunger. Kyoya would be ashamed in her if he figured out that she was hungry, but she wasn't eating. She couldn't help it; the looks of the other women were degrading, no matter what they said or how they smiled. Even though she was pregnant and eating for two, their looks made her feel she was overindulging.

She was in a blue, satin dress that had a neckline cut in a sweetheart fashion and a real diamond sewn into the dip of the neckline. The dress fell to her ankles and fluttered gracefully whenever she moved. Her hair was done up with curls and clips.

She continued to walk slowly away from the people, doing so in diminutive steps so no one would notice until she was gone.

Haruhi had finally made it to the balcony (after being stopped by people telling her to have a healthy pregnancy, and how she and Kyoya had never seemed like the type to have kids).

Outside, it was cool. It saved her skin from the burning sensations of people being too close.

Out here, it was quiet. The only sound was the muffled voices of people from behind the closed balcony doors.

She breathed in the sharp, cold air, making her senses tingle and her whole body shiver.

She leaned against the balcony railing, her blue skirt softly letting it self ripple in the light breeze. Her curls brushed themselves against the bare skin of her shoulders. She set the flute of water on the railing, carefully running her finger around the rim until a pure noise echoed along with the wind.

Whatever reverie she had been engrossed in was broken with the opening of the balcony doors.

She brought her head up to see her husband – holding her fur shawl.

They stood and stared at each other for a while. He was dressed in a respectable black suit.

Haruhi finally felt flustered and cold. "What?"

He smiled, "I was just thinking how beautiful you are."

She couldn't help her smile, even though she couldn't believe that she still fell for lines like that. "And I'm freezing," she said.

"Then let me come and save you, princess." After crossing the distance from the door to her, he wrapped the shawl around her shoulder. He gently kissed her.

"If you're gone too long, people are going to start wondering where you went," she told him breathlessly.

"Are you going to retire for the night?"

"I was actually thinking of raiding the kitchen, first."

He chuckled, then kissed her forehead. "Are you worried?"

She hesitated a second, then, "No…"

He kissed her cheek. "There's nothing to worry about – you are married into a family of doctors."

"I'm not worried about the pregnancy. It's just all new…what if I'm not a good mother?"

Kyoya smiled again, kissing her other cheek. "You do not need anyone's reassurance about if you'll be a good mother. You will be. Don't listen to anyone in that room. They're just jealous."

His hands touched her stomach as he kissed her throat, and she batted him away, laughing, "I'm going to get colder if you keep slobbering on me."

"I was not. I was only abiding to the rules of the mistletoe."

Haruhi blinked. Wait, they were on an open balcony…? "What mistle—"

Kyoya grabbed her chin before she could look up and kissed her. He slid his tongue along her lips and then into her mouth, he was able to taste the chocolate that she had eaten before. In turn, she could taste the champagne on his tongue.

She wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands wandered to the bare skin of her back.

She jumped and gasped, "Your hands are cold!"

He idly fiddled with the diamond at the dip of her cleavage, teasingly not going any lower.

She defiantly breathed hot air into his face, making his glasses fog up.

"That was low, Haruhi, even for you," he said, even though they were already clearing from the cold air.

"And there is no mistletoe," she said, having taken the brief distraction to look up.

He shrugged, "I know there's one in the house somewhere."

She shook her head, "But it doesn't mean the same if we're not under it."

"It doesn't matter; I don't need any reason to kiss you."

She grinned; there she went, falling for those lines again.

Thank you to 'Llamas Are Sexy' for your request for babies/pregnancies! :-D I had considered the notion, but then I was more apt to write it when I knew that someone else wanted to see it, too.

Also, sorry again for the terrible long wait! (Hopefully I won't have to apologize for this again!)

It also wasn't very suggestive (it didn't help that there were people in the room next to them), but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. I guess you can call it sweetly suggestive. ;-)

Thank you very much to everyone who has left reviews/story alerts/favorites. I have appreciated one and all!

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