"Are you sure you this is what you want to do today?" Haruhi sat on the edge of the king-sized hotel bed holding open a traveler's pamphlet above her lap. Her eyes traced the roads within the illustration of Japan's jewel, the city of Kyoto. Its historical temples were marked with great importance but that wasn't what she referred to. Instead she inspected the small attraction in the lower left corner; a scenic garden.

Takashi, wearing nothing but gray boxers, was dressing over his open suitcase by the closet door. He grunted his response as he slipped his feet into oxford jeans. Her eyes abandoned the glossy cardstock to sneak a glance at his toned athletic legs before they disappeared behind denim.

Takashi caught her playful eyes and the soft pink hue staining her cheeks with a smirk, pleased to see how his dedicated training in kendo and karate reflected from her arousal.

He grabbed a plain black t-shirt from his suitcase, stood to his full height, and flexed his sculpted abs as he tugged the shirt down his torso. His lips spread wider into a smile seeing her hopelessly distracted.

"Haruhi," his baritone voice woke her from her trance, "you should get dressed too."

She blinked a few times before comprehending what he said and looked down at her rumpled polyester pajamas. "Oh right…" She set aside the pamphlet and hopped to her feet, unaware her cheeks were still blushing, and shuffled towards her suitcase which coincidentally rested beside Takashi's.

"You really want to tour a garden today?" Haruhi felt the need to clarify as she bent down to rummage through her suitcase. An irritated groan escaped her throat when she realized that once again her pesky father replaced her comfortable clothing with form-fitting outfits. Her favored neutral colors were now bold and loud like orange, yellow, and pink. She made a mental note to send him a text later.

Her father was constantly nagging her to dress more flirtatious for her boyfriend, even going as far as saying if she wanted to keep Takashi she'd have to 'dress up' once in a while. Haruhi merely rolled her eyes at her father's nonsense and argued Takashi loved her for her and not for the clothes she wore. It became obvious further into their relationship that Ranka approved of the tall kendo champion. Soon afterwards his antics in improving his daughter's taste in fashion and femininity increased hoping it would one day earn him a son-in-law.

Haruhi slipped her pajama pants off her hips and Takashi watched the fabric unveil her smooth slender legs as they gather around her thin ankles. He blushed realizing she didn't have on undergarments. Her pajama shirt came off without protest and where it landed he didn't care to know. His eyes didn't dare to leave her exposed porcelain skin.

She had grown more into womanhood since graduating Ouran Academy. Her rounded hips, slim waist, and slightly curvier bust made it impossible to pass her off as a man. The Host Club toyed with the idea of offering their services at University but Haruhi had outgrown the male uniform and therefore couldn't join her friends in entertaining the rich and bored. Haruhi's secret was out, at least to those who transferred from Ouran Academy to Ouran University, and it caused a great mixture of reactions; some tolerable and some just plain mean. Who would have guessed the young heiresses would feel betrayed in learning their beloved host was actually a woman?

And a woman she was indeed. Her boyish flat figure was as good as forgotten. When they decided to make their relationship more physical Takashi quickly discovered a lifetime of self-discipline did little to stop his roaming eyes and explorative hands. He was an honorable man, one who prioritized Haruhi's wishes over his own, and he vowed to travel at her pace. Over time their passionate kisses and long embraces inevitably turned into Takashi carrying Haruhi bridal-style to her bedroom all the while devouring her luscious lips. Since that day Haruhi became the only thing in this world that could make him lose control over his sensibility.

He noticed she was lost in thought; her hand stilled inside the mess of clothing in her suitcase and her unseeing eyes fixated on the corner of his suitcase. Panic raced through him when he realized she was looking directly at the hiding place for today's surprise. Although she wasn't aware of this he couldn't chance it. Without making a sound he swept her off the floor and held her close to his chest as he walked towards the bed.

"Hey wait! I need to get dressed!" Haruhi giggled as she loosely wrapped her arms around his neck. She recognized the glimmer in his gray eyes and instantly knew what had possessed her stoic boyfriend. "Takashi, we don't have time for this. It's almost nine o'clock. Don't you want to see the garden?"

Takashi plopped her onto the bed and smiled down at her. "It can wait." His hands grabbed the bottom of his shirt and with one swift motion the fabric flew over his head, exposing his trimmed chest.

Haruhi returned his mischievous grin with a frown. "What are you doing? You just got dressed."

Takashi answered with a shrug and joined her in bed, the cheap mattress squeaking under his weight.

Haruhi's frown deepened, "We'll miss breakfast." Haruhi felt her body naturally responding to Takashi's teases but she didn't want to cave. This was their second day on vacation and she honestly looked forward to seeing Kyoto. What they were doing now was something they could do at home – given if her father was at work.

"We can stop somewhere." He reasoned. His hand pushed strands of her short hair away from her forehead and trailed his calloused fingertips down her jawline.

"You do realize there's a wonderful world outside this hotel room." She refuted, though her argument fell flat when her lips broke into a smile. She cursed herself for not being able to resist his manipulations.

"I'll make it up to you." He promised.

Once their lips met Haruhi stopped her protests and surrendered to their shared hunger, blissfully unaware that Takashi's promise lied hidden in the corner of his suitcase; a gold engagement ring with a haloed oval diamond perched on top.