A/N: I apologise for the cliffhanger in the previous chapter, was feeling a bit evil ^_^

Enjoy!~

"It's alright, Kyoya, I understand," I murmured, already feeling the beginnings of tears prick at my eyes. My hands clenched in the fabric of the quilt cover and twisted at the expensive material and fancy embroidery.

He looked up in confusion, examining me with steely eyes, "Hmm?"

"If you don't want to be with me, you don't have to explain it," I managed a watery smile then looked away again, focussing on anything but him and the weight in my stomach.

Kyoya continued to watch me with narrowed eyes, "Haruhi? I don't think-"

"Maybe I should just go," My feet sought out the floor and I made it half way across the room before a hand took a firm grip on my wrist and pulled me flush against a strong body. His lips locked against mine fiercely and I responded in kind purely by reflex. I felt the bed at the back of my legs before we tumbled onto the sheets without breaking away from each other. My hands laced into his short locks and pulled slightly whilst his slid down to my hips.

He broke away quite suddenly and looked me straight in the eye, "Now are you going to listen to me?"

"Uh huh…" I mumbled unintelligibly, still reeling from what had just happened. Passion like that was not what I had been expecting, it was as though every nerve in my body was on fire at that moment. He rolled to my side and encased me in his arms, planting gentle kisses along my neck. There was one spot that when his lips came down upon it, all thought seemed to fly out of my mind and a near inaudible moan escaped my lips.

"I think you need to stop doing that now," I breathed out, pushing away from him slightly and looking into his amused face.

He gave me one last kiss on the lips. I could still feel the smile even then. "You seemed to be enjoying it enough. But yes, we still need to talk and we best do it now."

We shuffled apart again, our fingers still entwined, and tried to act seriously, "Then what did you have to tell me before I started acting like an idiot?"

"Have you noticed anyone acting strangely towards you?" He asked tentatively, picking his words with care. Slowly but surely we seemed to gravitate towards each other until we were pressed against each other with my head resting in the crook of his neck.

I gave the question some thought but nothing was particularly coming to mind, "Well, not that I can recall. Why'd you ask?"

"What about Tamaki? Or the twins?" He avoided my question and his grip on my waist tightened by just a fraction.

"Hikaru and Kaoru have seemed normal enough to me, with the exception of a little added excitement because of the holiday. And now that you mention it, Tamaki-sempai has stopped referring to me as his daughter," I pondered. His body tensed up against my own and I pulled back to look into conflicted eyes. "What's wrong?"

Kyoya let out a slow shaky breath before continuing, "Tamaki made certain intentions of his very clear to me last weekend. I wasn't going to involve you in it for the time being but keeping it from you could possibly cause more trouble in the long run."

"Then spit it out already," I jabbed a finger into his side to make a point to the boy. He winced and sent a glare in my direction before silently steeling himself for the next question.

"Did you know that Tamaki has feelings for you?" he asked softly, tracing indecipherable shapes onto my back.

I froze for a minute, thinking back to every odd and awkward exchange between us to the most recent one just this evening. Was he being serious? "Huh?"

"I take that as a no then," he laughed with little humour.

"That's absurd. Tamaki thinks of me as a daughter, he's made that very clear from the moment I officially joined the host club," I argued grumpily. Being left out of the loop on such an important fact wasn't very pleasing. It was leaving me baffled and just a little bit irritated. "If he has had feelings for me all this time I would think that I'd have noticed by now."

Kyoya snaked an arm up and tilted my face to look into his own, kissing me on the forehead and muttering, "Did you notice that I had feelings for you?"

"Well… no, but-"

"What about the twins?" he interrupted me with another kiss.

"They don't like me in that way; they're only teasing when they try to flirt with me. It's a part of their scheme to make me as uncomfortable as humanly possible, all part of a game," I said, feeling deflated. This conversation was causing me to re-analyse and reconsider all of my closest friendships at Ouran. How could I not have noticed? Knowing Tamaki he probably didn't even know for himself until recently. This wasn't fair to just spring on his best friend like this and that only riled me further.

"Is it possible that you're just not attuned to romantically forward behaviours? Or flirtation if you'd prefer to call it that," he attempted to say seriously, but I could feel the smirk the curled his lips against my forehead.

I provided another jab to his side with a bony finger, "I'm not blind. I know flirtation when it's staring me in the face. You're really telling me that your best friend also has feelings for me?"

"In a nutshell, yes," he deadpanned.

"I can see how that could become problematic."

We shared a chuckle that died away and left us in silence. I could sense he had more to say and waited patiently until he found the right moment to let me in on the next little snippet of information, "And he plans to act on those feelings."

Surprise would be an understatement. I couldn't sum up the feelings that welled up inside me at that statement. It was mainly confusion. At one time I may have liked to hear that the sought after Tamaki Suou had feelings for a 'commoner girl' like me, but that was then and hardly compared to what I felt here. "That shouldn't change things for us though. I have a choice in who I date and I've chosen you. Nothing he could say or do will change that fact. Besides, I couldn't put up with Tamaki any more than I already do, I'd end up in a mental institution within a month."

"I'm sorry for giving you the wrong idea earlier, it wasn't my intention to upset you. But if you do think that this is a mistake then now's your chance to make it clear," I kept quiet as he spoke, holding my breath until my lungs began to ache inside my chest. "Because frankly, I quite like you and I would very much like to be able to call you my own."

"I like you too, and I wasn't aware quite how much until I had thought you'd changed your mind," I smiled bashfully, nuzzling my nose into the crook of his neck which he responded with a continuation of his previous neck kissing. "Didn't I tell you to stop kissing me there?"

"You did. But that was before we had to talk. We've talked now," he murmured against the taut skin of my arched neck. I couldn't bring myself to argue back as all thought escaped my grasp once again.