Canary yellow fabric was smoothed against a jumpy set of legs, arched on the balls of her feet with her arse seated on a red satin love-seat in the large halls of Ouran Academy's Host Club, waiting for her host to make his appearance for the evening. With the Christmas break from school quickly approaching, [Name] had been anxious to ask a bespectacled young man if he would be so bold as to join her for a day out on Christmas Eve.
However, doing so had proven to be a chore within itself. Kyouya Ootori was notoriously known for being one of the busiest hosts, what with all the managing all the club's monetary issues. He rarely showed up outside of their allotted time together at 12:15 every Wednesday; they would have a brief lunch together, talk and then he would be on his way.
A routine like this had been reoccurring for several months and [Name] never had the want to try out any of the other hosts and their services.
She knew that asking Kyouya out might result in failure and that was precisely what she was preparing herself for - that 'no' and a taunting smile; the same kind that made her heart ache when she first caught a glimpse of that crooked, businessman smile.
[Name] swallowed a hard lump when the raven-haired host took his seat across form her, sliding two cups of warmed and freshly brewed hot chocolate. She took a moment or two to admire the snowflake shaped marshmallows hovering on the chestnut ripples inside the mug. Kyouya leaned back against the sofa and used his middle finger to push the bridge of his glasses higher on his nose before pausing to smile.
"I understand you have something to ask of me?"
He rose his brows in synchronization with the corners of his mouth, giving him the appearance of the Devil; calculating and scheming.
Her tongue made hast in sweeping across her rapidly drying lips before opening her mouth to speak, her hands darting for the mug of hot chocolate Kyouya was so generous as to make for her. With her fingers on the ceramic handle, she could see the marshmallow tumbling over the small waves her shaking hands were generating.
"U-uh, yeah...uhm, Kyouya...since we won't be seeing each other for a few weeks...I-I was hoping you and I could, you know, go out on Christmas Eve together?"
As soon as her question fled her lips, her [e/c] eyes carefully watched Kyouya's expressionless muscles in his face twitch in bemusement. He blinked slowly and kept his dark gaze to the coffee table in between the both of them. He made a sort of soft chuckle before placing his mug on a coaster, rising to his feet.
[Name]'s eyes split wide and she felt cold drench her body in nervous sweat. Did she ask something that she shouldn't have?
"Miss, while I am flattered by your offer, I can't accept. Our relationship doesn't progress outside of this room and I would prefer to keep it that way, if you wouldn't mind."
[Name]'s heart caught in her throat and stopped beating for a split second as her brain attempted to wrap around the idea that she had just been rejected. She felt the sting on her cheek, like his words had physically slapped her, and the sweat collect on her palms in embarrassment. She pressed her lips together in a fine line and set her hot chocolate on her coaster, lifting herself off the sofa and attempting a polite smile.
"I see...well, thanks for your honest answer, then..."
In her endeavor to leave the Host Club, a strong hand enclosed around her forearm and was pulled backwards. A pair of velvet lips found a position at her ear and a hushed whisper fluttered to greet her eardrum.
"I did say that this can't leave this room, didn't I? Did you really not understand what I was implying, Miss [Name]?"
The way he said her name licked a shiver down her spine and her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head. A breathy sound left her lips and goosebumps rose to her flesh when his chilly hands slid along the bare skin under her big, puffy skirt once he pushed passed the stockings.
"I don't want to wait until Christmas Eve."
Trembling lips were held captive in quick embrace and his graceful fingers brought her closer to his towering physique, pulling her back into the shadows and away from other curious Host eyes with his tongue probing at her sealed lips. Kyouya had his eye on this one for quite some time. He had no intention on keeping her forever, but just this in itself was perfectly fine with him. This was the only compensation he needed for all the free-time he wasted for her company.