Playing Princess.

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"We are here for a meeting with Mr Tsuruga, he should be expecting us." the receptionist asked them to hold for one moment while she made inquiries. A few minutes later she returned. Handing them the specialized elevator card for the upper floors, she directed them to the suite they would be requiring. Julie's eyes sparkled as the suite name was mentioned. As they walked towards the elevators Kuu smiled down at his wife,

"So what's got you smiling like a cat who's got the cream?" he asked as her eyes sparkled. Julie's smile was radiant as people around the couple watched in awe,

"Our little girl is finally getting treated like the princess she has always dreamed of." Kuu smiled as well.

"She has always been a princess sweetheart, but hopefully Kuon will be able to make her see that too." Julie chuckled

"Either that or she will kill him for wasting money, booking the presidential suite no less. Our son is going all out." Kuu smiled as he thought of the hefty price tag that came along with the room.

"Well, lets just hope Kyoko-chan doesn't find out shall we?" they both laughed as they climbed into the elevator and swiped the code card to access the upper floors of the grand hotel.

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Kyoko threw the covers back across the bed, her heart racing as she tried to control the Flight of hummingbirds that seemed to be residing there. An impressed whistle caught her attention, giving her a reason to forget about what she had just confirmed.

"Kuon?" she questioned, as she stood from the bed and approached the still open bathroom door.

"Are you OK?" she still felt a little unsteady on her feet due to the long sleep and the position she had been held in Kuon's arms.

Also, she admitted, there was probably still some of the alcohol in her system. Her breath caught as she entered the room Kuon had entered a few moments before. This room was almost as big as the room she had just left. It was pristine like a bathroom fit for royalty. She looked around at the amazing His and Hers Italian marble bathroom. It had mother of pearl inlays, a whirlpool therapeutic bath and rainforest Swiss steam showers. There were also Terry warmers and cedar closets with robes for both of them plus all manner of personal hygiene items. If someone would've told Kyoko that the suite Kuon had booked the night before was actually the presidential suite costing over $6000 a night she would've fainted on the spot, but Kuon felt this was just what the love of his life deserved.

They both took their time preparing for the day. Finding their luggage in the bedroom by the seating area, they both dressed as Kyoko decided how to approach the problem she had encountered.

"Kuon..." her words tapered off as she tried to think of what she could say to the man she had only an hour before confessed her love to. Her cheeks grew red as he watched her.

"Kyoko, what's wrong?" he asked coming over to the love of his life and placing a reassuring hand on her arm.

"It's just...well its...MO!" she wouldn't usually follow in her best friends habit, but at this moment in time as she hid her face in Kuon's chest it was all her embarrassed mind could come up with as she whispered,

"Go and pull the covers back on the bed."

Highly confused but not wanting to upset the already highly embarrassed Kyoko, he pulled back the covers and the realisation hit him instantly.

"You're not..." she simply shook her head as her blush got even darker and a slight blush went to Kuon's cheeks.

He ran his fingers through his hair multiple times trying to comprehend what must have happened the night before. True, it had been odd to find his clothes scattered on the floor when he had first awoken with Kyoko that morning. It had also been odd to find Kyoko's clothes in the same state. The fact they had been naked had been a major shock, but now everything fit into place as he slowly covered the blood stained sheets.

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