I sat facing Takashi in front of the fire. I was sitting cross-legged in front of him, his legs wrapped firmly around me. He'd taken Dakota and Sutokiz outside and attached them to chains to play. While he was out he'd grabbed a pair of sticks that were long enough to reach the blazing fireplace from our comfortable hearthrug without burning ourselves.
A bag of marshmallows at our knees, we sat and chatted for hours about the host club, school work, and colleges. I think the conversation started around Mori mentioning how Tamaki would have done something similar to what Ouka did when he saw us. It spiraled from that into critiques about each individual host; even the twins were evaluated separately. (Funny, I was starting to learn how to tell them apart.) After that we talked about our finals, which had been hardest, which easiest. My lovely fiancé thought that history and geography were the easiest, while I argued that pre-calculus and chemistry were much better. We both agreed though that the physical education test was useless. For a moment between the subjects of tests and college, there was silence. Neither of us was sure what to think. He knew where he was going... The biggest fear we had was that we'd be apart for too long.
When this fact was spoken, a somber hush fell over us. Neither knew what to say. I sighed and leaned forward, placing my head on his chest and pulling my knees up to my own. He kissed my head and set his chin on me. He whispered something.
"Hm?" I hadn't heard it.
"I wish you could come with me..."
We'd already looked into his college and seeing about me going to the same one. It wouldn't work, if not strictly for the fact that there were no majors that would agree with managing my father's company.
I sighed heavily, "I know... Me, too... But hey," I looked up at him hopefully, "Let's not worry about that right now. Let's enjoy break together, 'kay?" He smiled and kissed me lightly.
"You're right." And that was the end of that. For the next 5 hours we talked straight into the night, the only lull in the conversation being when one of us would start to drift off. Eventually, Takashi set his head on my shoulder and sighed deeply. He didn't say anything, but I sort of knew what he meant. Then, a moment later, I realized he was asleep.
A little shocked that I wasn't the first to cave, I threw down some blankets and pillows behind him, trying not to jostle him. He stirred a bit as I tipped him gently back, off of me, but didn't try to wake himself up as I settled myself down next to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist while I draped more blankets over us both, snuggling into his chest willingly. It was nearly four in the morning, and I drifted easily, the fire next to us still blazing.
I woke to blinding sunlight, a cold pile of ashes, and the sound of someone frying bacon.
A slight figure in the kitchen bustled around, grabbing different pots and pans, keeping everything from burning. Her pink house slippers slid around in circles, giving me a small headache from trying to watch. I tried to snuggle back down into Mori's chest, but he was waking up as well. It made it a lot harder to curl up in his strong abdomen when he was stretching. I pouted.
"Ouka, what are you doing?" I looked up at the petite figure, and realized my fiance was talking to his own sister.
"Oh, nothing big brother, I just thought I'd make you guys some food. I know you went to bed really late last night and all." She smiled and dumped some unrecognizable food onto a plate. My eyes still being fairly crusted shut with sleep, I couldn't make out much at all. "I made you some bacon, Rebekah-san! I know it's pretty big in America!"
Squinting through the curtain of crust on my eyes, I smiled. "Thanks, Ouka-chan." I sat up, elbows on knees, rubbing my eyes clear. Mori stayed stretched out on the floor beside me. Handsome or not, athlete or wimp, fiance or no, he was still a teenager, and wanted his sleep as much as the rest of us. He shifted a little, trying to get more comfortable, a moan slipping through his lips as he felt his muscles flex.
"Morning, beautiful." I smiled as he sat up, leaning to kiss me right beneath my jaw. Still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he didn't realize that his shirt was caught on his chest, revealing most of his abdomen. He set his elbow on his knee and looked at me keenly. "What are you staring at me for?"
I blushed. I hadn't realized I was staring. "Oh, you know, fine art catches my eye easily." A sound like gagging drifted toward us as we kissed from the general direction of the kitchen. I felt my love's lips form a smile around my own.
"Don't worry," He called to her, "You'll be in a position like this someday." She laughed and called back to us that breakfast was ready.
"If, that is," She added slyly, "You two are done using your mouths...?"
Laughing, Mori fixed his shirt and gave me his sweater to wear, and we headed off to the kitchen.
It was weird to have an actual Japanese breakfast with my favorite foods. Not weird to have my favorite food, not weird to have Japanese food, but to have them together. For some reason I found it really funny to see a platter of sausage sitting next to the rice bowl.
While we were eating, we talked about the holiday. Ouka mentioned that their parents would be out for the whole two weeks, and she'd be gone with friends for a couple nights. I glanced over at Takashi. He was looking at me out of the corners of his eyes. I smiled and attacked the eggs and rice on my plate again.
I had a feeling I wouldn't be sleeping much.