Author: Oh boy! Another chapter! Another night of insomnia strikes me again. So what does one do when they can't sleep? They write! I want to thank all of you for your reviews/favorites/follows, and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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" Ask me what I plan to do to you, Little Flower."

" T-Takashi!" Himawari gasped laying completely naked on the bed, covering her breasts shyly.

Mori glanced down at his fiancé giving him that adorable innocent look that made his mouth water. An evil smirk came across his face as he wound and unwound his tie around his hand, idea after idea running through his head.

He made his way towards the bed the towel around his waist barely making its way down to his knees. His eyes roamed greedily over the goosebumps that littered her cream colored skin.

" Uncover yourself, Little Flower." He ordered reaching down to run his hand through her silken hair, his lips lightly brushing her throat.

Himawari moaned lightly when she felt his tongue move teasingly along her pulse, tightening his hold on her hair. He grinned when she arched against him, her well formed breasts pressing against his chest.

" Takashi, I-"

" I told you to stop trying to cover yourself, Hima." He said in a authoritative tone. " You're being a brat again."

A innocent whimper escaped her as a pink tinge crept into her cheeks, she felt the place between her thighs begin to thrum with anticipation. Before she could think, her hands were tide above her head to the headboard the pink tips of her breasts tightening from both the cold and excitement.

" Those pleading eyes aren't going to help you, Hima." He said walking towards her, a hungry look in his grey eyes. " You know what happens when you misbehave."

She went to open her mouth but only a soft excited whimper came out as her thighs rubbed together.

" Now, I said asked you early, Hima." He repeated, crawling stealthily onto the bed he parted her legs, placing an ankle over each shoulder. " Ask what I am going to do to you."

" Takash-EEP!"

Mori grinned as he earned a surprised squeak from the dark haired teen as he lightly bit her ankle.

" Please-"

" Hush Little Flower," He growled low as he slowly nipped his way upwards to her knee earning another excited whimper. " When I want you to beg, I'll make you."

Reaching upwards he lightly pinched her taut nipple causing her to arch against him. " Now ask."

" W-What are you going to do t-to me?"

" I'm going to make you ache, Little Flower." He smirked. " I'm going to run my hands over your thighs and spread you open with my tongue."

He ran his palms over her soft thighs.

" Open them." He ordered. " NOW."

When she hesitated he gave another slight twist of her nipple causing her to oblige.

" Look how wet you are already."

Before she could reply his mouth was on her. There was no warning, no easing into it.

His hands held her hips locked in place as he tormented her. Enjoying every time excited gasp from her.

" TAKASHI!" Himawari whimpered as her head spun in pleasure.

" Beg for me, Little Flower." He said as his tongue tormented the small bundle of nerves. " Beg."

" Please…" She said in barely more than a whisper the wave of pleasure building to her point she was ready burst. " Please Takashi-"

Mori jerked awake suddenly and groaned.

His dream was just getting to the good part.

A slight shift to his right made him turn and take in the sight before him, his face relaxing.

Curled up on the couch beside him was his sleeping fiancé.

This had been one of those days he had insisted she visit his home and he was glad he had.

Himawari looked exhausted when he had retrieved her from her home earlier that morning. After a few hours of trying he was finally able to get her to relax and before he had known it, she was out like a light.

He lightly traced his finger over her cheek, reveling in the softness of her skin. His thoughts turned to what had made her so exhausted.

What was going on in that house that she wasn't telling him?

There was no telling what Yoru had her doing in the name of Bridal Training.

" You don't need to try so hard, Hima." He whispered as he pulled the blanket over her shoulders. He continued to stroke her cheek, his face softening as she let off a barely desirnable snore.

" Onii-san, why don't you and Onee-chan just get married and then she can come live here permanently." Satoshi said as he appeared out of no where.

" It's not that simple, Satoshi." Mori sighed, running his hand through his hair in exasperation. " Yoru won't allow us to marry at our age."

" It's not her decision!" Satoshi huffed. " It's Otou-san's and Inei-san's!"

Mori raised an eyebrow over at his brother's outburst.

" Well…and it's yours and Onee-chan's too." Saotshi laughed awkwardly. " I wish Onee-chan would reconsider moving in here. I know Inei-san would allow it!"

" It's not going to happen Satoshi, so just let it go." Mori sighed.

He truthfully wanted Himawari to live with them, then he would know for sure that she was safe from Yoru and her cruelty.

" But-"

The teen stopped when his elder brother shot him a firm look.

" Sorry…" Satoshi pouted. " When will the ball be?"

" In two weeks."

" How are the preparations going?"

" There haven't been any concerns that I am aware of." Mori said as Himawari shifted slightly next to him.

" Will you be taking anyone in particular?" Satoshi asked in barely more than a whisper.

Mori gave him a puzzled look.

" The club is hosting the ball so I will be busy entertaining the guests." The elder brother said in confusion.

" So you're not going to take-"

Satoshi paused as Himawari blinked awake suddenly. Sitting up slowly, she started rubbing the sleep from her purple eyes.

" Hi Onee-chan!" Satoshi laughed as he noticed her hair, ruffled from sleep.

" Hello Satoshi." Himawari said sleepily.

" Dinner should be ready soon." Mori said calmly, glancing down at her. The sight of her right now, with her hair rumpled from sleep, she was beautiful. It made him wonder what her she looked like first thing in the morning.

Or what she would look like after the two of them had-

GROWL!

A smirk grew on his face at the surprised look on her face.

" Sorry," Satoshi laughed. " I skipped lunch today while studying with Yasuchika."

" Skipping meals isn't good for you, Satoshi." Himawari said in a motherly tone.

That's the pot calling the kettle. Mori thought as he watched her.

" Well, Cook should be done soon! I'll double my plate when it's time to eat!" Satoshi grinned.

" That will be four times the amount you usually eat." Mori said causing Himawari's eyes to widen more.

" That's a lot."

" Don't worry Himawari dear, boy's tend to eat a lot at this age." Akira said as he entered the room. " Takashi still eats that much, even if he paces himself in your presence."

Himawari shifted her wide gaze over to her fiancé, concern in them. " You aren't eating properly when you're with me?"

" Don't worry Himawari dear, boy's tend to eat a lot at this age." Akira said as he entered the room. " Takashi still eats that much, even if he paces himself in your presence."

Himawari shifted her wide gaze over to her fiancé, concern in them. " You aren't eating properly when you're with me?"

" Don't worry, Himawari dear! You'll find out just how much boys eat when you have sons of your own." Akira laughed as he watched the girl's face reddened.

Sons of my own! She thought, her head spinning at the idea. Th-That means that Takashi and I will…we would have to-

An image of him standing before her.

Shirtless.

His skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

Hunger in his beautiful grey eyes.

Hunger for her and her only.

Those other girls that visit him at the club meant nothing to him.

" Otou-san, I think you broke Onee-chan!" Satoshi laughed as Akira ruffled Himawari's already messy hair.

" Himawari dear,"

" A-Ah yes, Akira-san?" Himawari said innocently, causing the normally stoic Head of the House to smirk.

Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear. " I want a few granddaughters as adorable as their mother."

" Otou-san," Mori growled as he caught what his father had whispered. He wrapped his arm protectively around his fiancé's waist, pulling her onto his lap.

" Cook said the dinner will be ready in about five minutes." Akira chuckled as he headed towards the dining room. " Come Satoshi."

" Coming, Otou-san! See you guys in a few minutes!"

" Sh-Should we go get ready?" Himawari asked as she tried to follow them.

" In a few minutes," Mori said calmly, as he rested his chin on-top of her head. " It's finally quiet."

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" Oh! Look at Young Master Takashi with the Young Miss!" A maid said from behind a nearby door. " Aren't they just the cutest!"

" Miss Himawari is just so sweet!" Another replied. " She's always so helpful and so adorable whenever the Young Master is near her!"

" The Young Master is just as cute!" The first whispered. " He dots of the Young Miss so much!"

" If only the Young Miss could move in full time!"

" You know her evil stepmother won't allow it unless they are married!" The first sighed. " And knowing that evil troll, she'll never allow it."

" Don't worry, the Master is smart! He will find a way to get the Young Miss away from that evil harpy!"

" Miss Himawari definitely should come to stay here as soon as possible. The Young Master would most assuredly relax."

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" She still isn't back yet!" Yoru snarled, tossing her wineglass angrily against the wall.

" No Madam, Miss Himawari is still with Master Takashi." Shion said in her usual stoic tone.

It wasn't late, yet Yoru was already deep in her cups and displeased with the latest news about her husband's health.

He was getting better.

Which ruined her plans.

If Inei regained his health and was able to return to work she was done.

If Inei regained his sanity then all her plans would be for not.

That foreverly inept Himawari could NOT marry in such a well known family such as the Morinozukas!

That right belonged to Kameko!

Her daughter was not only attractive but clever as well.

Kameko was exactly how she had been at that age.

She deserved to wed into a well known family.

Not like Himawari or that air head of a mother of hers.

Ayame had been just as innocently ignorant as her useless daughter.

She had been so sweet and trusting, so kind and generous to everyone around her.

Inei had adored her.

Yoru was disgusted by her.

Ayame's trusting nature had been her undoing and Yoru's opportunity.

If she hadn't been so trusting, Ayame may still been alive.

Inei had been so distraught over losing his beloved wife that he hadn't realized that Yoru was moving in on him.

It had been so easy.

She had been his secretary and it had only seemed natural that she would take care of him and his business.

No one had been the wiser, especially Inei.

Before he had known it, he was in her bed. She quickly had him wrapped around her finger.

Inei was willing to do whatever she wanted him to do.

He even allowed her to separate Himawari and Takashi by letting her choose to send his daughter to an All Girl's School.

It was so she would remain a good girl, chaste for her future husband. At an all girl's school she wouldn't be tempted by other boys.

However, no matter how weak in mind or body he became, she couldn't convince him to dissolve Himawari and Takashi's engagement.

On that, he would never sway.

All because Ayame had wanted the marriage.

If she hadn't proposed it then Yoru could have had the engagement dissolved. Yet that stupid lovesick Inei refused to let go of something his precious Ayame had arranged.

It was so sweet that it made her want to puke.

She wouldn't allow the dead Ayame and her idiotic daughter ruin all her hard work.

She had to find out how Inei was recovering.

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" Takashi?"

Himawari had noticed her fiancé staring at her with such a odd look in his eye.

It made her heart race.

She had seen that look before in the greenhouse.

Her heart beat faster.

" Hima…" He whispered, tracing his finger lightly along her jawline.

She offered him a shy smile, pink flooding her cheeks.

Mori reached upwards and coiled a lock of her black hair around his fingers. Pulling her against him, Mori crushed his lips against hers.

Takashi! Himawari thought as she felt herself pushed against the wall. Her head spinning at the sensation of him against her. At how wonderful it felt for him to tighten his arm around her.

She felt a tug on her hair causing as a jolt of both pleasure and pain to shoot through her. A small excited moan escaped her causing Mori to take the opportunity to dart his tongue into her soft mouth.

The arm around her waist trailed under the hem of her shirt and then upwards.

" T-Takashi!" Himawari whimpered as he ran a finger lightly up her spine.

Mori found himself smirking when as he earned another little moan from her as he tightened his hold on her hair. " You have no idea what how delicious you looked early. How much you drive me nuts." He murmured as he nipped her ear. " Why can't you just be a good girl, Hima?"

" HAH!" She gasped as he began to kiss his way downward past her collarbone. " T-Takashi…we should stop…"

" I don't want to." He murmured, wedging a knee between her creamy thighs. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the hem of her skirt slide past her mid-thigh.

" But someone might s-see!" Himawari whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

She felt her breasts tighten when he slipped his hand under her bra to cup one.

The nipple hardening as he began to rub his thumb teasingly back and forth across it.

" This isn't the Haga Estate, Hima." Mori said, placing a teasing kiss just above her heart. " If someone does see us, they're not going to be upset with us. And even if they are, they wouldn't be upset with you."

" Th-That's not what I mean." Himawari said quickly. " I don't want someone to see us…"

She didn't know how to explain to him what she meant…but the thought of someone walking in and seeing them-

Mori glanced upwards to see just how red his fiancé's face was and sighed. The hand that had tugged her hair relaxed and stroked her brow soothingly.

Himawari didn't realize just how adorable she looked to him right now. Which only made him want her more.

Reluctantly he slid his hand out from her skirt and helped her adjust her clothing. Leaning forward he placed a soft kiss against her forehead, earning a surprised look from her.

Damn. He thought as he looked away, trying his best to avoid those innocent purple eyes.

He was going to need to take a long, long cold shower after she left.