A/N: SO... MUCH... FLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUFF! *hulk smash*

Haruhi shivered and brought her knees to her chest to make herself warmer.

Lately, it had been snowing a lot where they – Tamaki and Haruhi – were, (Boston) and it only seemed to make a small difference when all the heating in the house was on.

The brunette glanced at the blonde, sprawled out and covered with a sky-blue striped blanket (which Haruhi had gotten Tamaki for his birthday) on the other side of the couch, barely leaving enough room for her to sit. Even as they were now, Tamaki's feet were lying on a pillow just on Haruhi's lap.

Tamaki's violet gaze was intent on scanning the pages of a book he was holding in his hand, the only movement he made being the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed softly, and when he lifted his hand to turn the page. Haruhi stuck a tongue in her cheek, frowning slightly.

Hmph, Haruhi thought. Tamaki looks so cozy in that blanket, and I'm the one who got it for him in the first place! Why doesn't he let me use it too?

Suddenly, the twenty-year old got an idea. Sneakily, quietly, she shifted so that Tamaki didn't notice when his feet were no longer elevated. Tamaki yawned quietly and didn't notice when Haruhi lifted up the blanket, darting underneath it, until a slim but form pressed itself against him.

The blonde looked down in amusement, only to be met by the crown of a chocolate brown head, barely peeking out from under the covers, the girl it belonged to submerged in the depths of body and blanket heat. Tamaki raised his arm to accommodate the other and wrapped it around her waist, looking down at Haruhi, who was notoriously unaffectionate, and dog-earring a page of the book to mark his spot with amusement.

The self-declared king of the host club peeked under the covers to look at his wife and was met with an intense caramel-brown gaze that never failed to take his breath away, and some slight fidgeting on the invading brunette's part. Those porcelain features showed an odd mixture of vulnerability and maybe just a little bit of hope.

Being the person that he was, Tamaki couldn't let that go to waste. So, he placed a tender kiss onto the short brown locks, let the cover fall back into the place, and continued reading his book.

Needless to say, the instance was never spoken of afterwards. Haruhi bought herself a blanket, and Tamaki took to reading books more.

And both of them were as fine as could be.