Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran.

Therapist

She woke up in the morning feeling warm. She would wake up some mornings feeling a small chill and would bundle herself into her blankets to capture the remains of body heat that remained in her bed.

But this morning was different.

This morning the covers were scattered and spread over her body. The radiant heat of her lover's body kept her warm. She turned her body to preserve the warm spot created by last night's slumber.

As she shifted, her lover moved hi body to accommodate their change of position. He positioned himself so that he was lying on his back.

They continued to shift their bodies on the bed, and readjusting the blanket to recapture the heat lost from shifting positions.

She placed her hand on his chest. She could feel the steady pulse of his heart beneath the palm of her hand. She could hear the same heartbeat as soon as she rested her head in the crook between his chest and upper arm. One of her legs was starting to curl over his legs. She continued to explore her lover's chest.

He captured her hand with is free hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. He used his other hand to stroke her back. He let his hand trail down her back to her lower spine. He stopped at the small of her back.

She felt herself being pulled into a different embrace. She received two choices from his hands. The first was to move her body closer to his so she could straddle his body with hers. The second was to shift herself lower so that he would be above her. Either choice would lead to kisses.

She was never afraid of his kisses. She would stare into his eyes, and he would look into hers. And they would find themselves positioned to kiss. In the past when every they saw each other, he would angle his head lower, and she tended to look up toward him.

When they were face to face, the distance did not matter. All that was necessary was for both of them to extend their arms toward each other, and then lock themselves together. In the locked embrace, they could move their bodies and faces closer.

Their heads were already tilted to allow kisses. But each look no matter physical distance between their bodies was an unfulfilled promise. Should they find themselves in love with each other, they would fulfill each silent promise. Their minds may have forgotten each incidence, but their bodies remembered.

Yesterday they extended their arms toward each other. Yesterday. he brought her to his house, his room, and his bed. Yesterday. they had fulfilled the promise of every look.

In the morning, she was still there. She was not trying to escape his room. She was not trying to escape his bed.

So instead of straddling him, she placed her free hand behind his neck. The motion indicated to her lover that she wanted to be on the bottom. He twisted both of them around so that now he was above her. After the turn, he removed his hand from her lower back. She removed her from the back of his neck and let it fall to the bed.

He had her beneath him, and pinned her hands to his bed. She smiled at him.

There was a flash of light that illuminated the room in a variety of blues and blacks.

She suddenly tensed her body in fear. They both knew thunder would follow.

A/N: it was suggested I should post this in T. So I will put the first chapter here, but the rest of the story is very M. IMHO.