Feels Like the First Time

Chapter Six - Just us

"We're going to bed. Night." Mei mumbled as she led Ritsu by the hand to the stairs. We'd all moved inside when the sun had gone down and a chill had set in. Haruhi and Tamaki had gone to bed not long after that, followed by the twins who got bored without them around to bother.  We bid the couple good night and carried on our chat about ourselves.

"Wasn't it strange having divorced parents?" Kyoya asked me, his eyes betraying his tiredness.

"No. It was strange if someone's parents were still together when I grew up." I replied with a shrug. I reached for my drink but pouted when I found it empty. Takashi stood from his seat and held out his hand for my glass. "Aw, thank you." I smiled up at him from where I was draped on a heavily cushioned chaise-lounge and he "hmm-ed" but I caught the slight grin he tried to hide.

"Why would they not stay together?" Honey asked with a look that broke my heart.

"Why would they?" I replied. "Surely it's better for them to not be together if they're miserable." Honey looked at me as if I'd bestowed one of the world's greatest secrets upon him.

"Well, I guess when there's no business involved, there is little reason." Kyoya grumbled as he lay his head on the arm of the sofa. He was still pouting from his last comment as he began to snore softly.

"Wow. Kyo-chan must be really sleepy." Honey said with his own yawn.

"I think you are too." I said to him with a chuckle. Takashi came back and handed me my now full glass and I thanked him with a smile. He frowned as he caught sight of Kyoya and I just chuckled as I sat up so I wouldn't spill my drink.

"Takashi, I think I'm going to go to bed." Honey mumbled as he rubbed his eyes. Takashi nodded at him and then ruffled his hair making me smile. "You should take Kyo-chan up to bed."

"Just wake him up." I said with a shrug.

"Kyo-chan can be mean when he wakes up." Honey said, his tired eyes wide with fear.

I rolled my eyes and put my glass down, making my way towards the sleeping Kyoya. I gently called his name and put my hand on his shoulder. When he didn't wake I called his name a little more forcefully and gave him a slight shake. His eyes shot open with a fierce glare.

"Kyoya, you fell asleep downstairs. You should go up to bed, sweetie." I cooed at him, like I did my niece and nephew, all the while smiling at him.

"No," he growled and rolled over.

"Kyoya, if you don't go, Takashi will have to carry you." I said softly. At this, Kyoya shot up and stomped up the stairs with Honey following after him with a good night call.

"You have an interesting group of friends." I said to Takashi returning to my seat. I took a sip of my drink tentatively in case it was too strong but gave Takashi a nod of approval at its taste. "Thank you for the drink. If I'd have known everyone was going to bed I wouldn't have got a new one."

"Sorry." He mumbled and his head turned away.

"It's not your fault. I'm not tired yet anyway. Feel free to go to bed whenever you need to though. Don't stay up just for me." Why would he stay up for you, idiot? I gulped my drink down to silence the thought.

"I'm not tired." He replied with a gentle smile which I returned. The look he gave me made my heart ache and my throat seal around a lump. Again, I drank to silence my thoughts and looked down to stop tears.

"I'm sorry about earlier." I heard Takashi mumble, his voice sending a shocked jolt to my toes. I looked back at him, confused.

"Kissing you." He wouldn't look me in the eyes, his face similar to when he'd picked me up when we met last week. He's like a guilty puppy, I thought as I stood to move to the seat next to him, putting my hand gently on his back. He looked up at me in surprise when I sat, his eyes widening slightly when I touched his back.

"You don't need to be sorry for that," I insisted in a whisper. I hadn't meant to be so quiet but the hopeful look he gave me sent my mind into a frenzy. His face softened into the gentle smile that had choked me a moment ago.

"I don't?" He asked, his smile becoming mischievous as one corner of his mouth rose slightly. My entire body responded to the subtle shift, a similar smile making its way across my face.

"Well, I'm hardly complaining am I?" I can't believe you just said that, my brain screamed at me but the flirt in me had taken the reins and wasn't about to stop. Takashi's chest vibrated under my hand as he gave a soft chuckle. He looked away from me and my heart instantly dropped in disappointment but my breath caught when he turned back to me with a speculative "hmm". 

After a moment his gaze shifted from my eyes and one of his hands moved to grab a lock of my hair. His eyes were intense as he ran the copper ringlet through his fingers. I could feel his body shifting, turning to angle itself toward me and leaning just slightly closer. My hand moved on instinct, gently tracing his hairline along his neck. His hair was so soft and thick but short at the back making me want to run my hands through the hair on top of his head that fell into his face slightly. Takashi's hand moved to cup my head, his fingers intertwining with my thick curls and sending shivers down my spine. 

Those dark grey eyes focused back on mine and my breath caught again. The heat in them lit a fire within myself that had been asleep for far too long. My lips parted with a gasp and my hand grazed the skin underneath the collar on his shirt. As soon as my fingers went passed the line of his shirt, those stormy eyes flashed and, before I could blink, his lips were on mine again.

My eyes closed on instinct as my arm wrapped around him as if holding on for dear life. Electric ran through me, spreading from where his free hand caressed my hip and I found myself melting into his strong touch. Although the touch of his lips was gentle, the effect they had was anything but; my breath grew shallow and my entire body was on fire. I wanted, no, needed, more.

Fuck it, growled my inner voice as I shifted so my legs were tucked under me. I wrapped both arms around Takashi and deepened the kiss with a sigh. My hands ran under his shirt hungrily, eagerly grasping what they desired. Takashi responded with his own sigh that felt more like a growl from the vibrations that ran through me as he clutched me to his chest. Both of his large hands clutched onto my hips now and his thumbs grazed my waist making me gasp in surprise at the pleasant caress. Takashi took the opportunity to graze his tongue against my top lip making me shiver and moan involuntarily. His hands gripped me tighter at the sound and the heat of the kiss continued to rise making me insanely needy.

"Wait." I managed to gasp as a thought occurred to me. We couldn't let this go any further and if we continued I knew I wouldn't have the strength or will to stop it. Takashi instantly leaned away from me staring into my eyes with worry, his thumbs again caressing my sides making me almost cave in.

"We need to stop," I breathed putting my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. He looked a little hurt and his eyebrows furrowed. "Trust me, I don't want to. We have to."

"Right," he nodded with a slightly relieved smile. A few more moments passed with us just staring at each other in wonder as the oxygen came back into our bodies. When my breathing was back to normal I let out a soft laugh and shook my head in amazement. I patted my hand on his shoulder, grabbed my drink and took a large swig.

"I'll finish this and then go to bed." I said, more ordering myself than informing Takashi, as I shifted to lean against the arm rest and stretch my legs. Before I could move them to the floor, Takashi's hand was placed on my ankle making me look up at him. He looked at me again in the way that made my throat tighten as his fingers began to trace the details of my ankle and calf. I felt my heart sigh in pleasure and I my throat loosened as I smiled at him.

We sat like that, drinking our drinks in silence, his hand setting me on fire and then soothing the flames until our glasses were empty. We walked upstairs next to each other, our hands gently grazing each other as we walked, and went to our bedrooms with a parting smile and final whisper of a touch of hands.