Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina.

A great special thanks to Shigur3 for beta-reading this fic.

Haruka groaned as she felt Keitaro's warm lips pressed against her neck. He held her tight as if he desperately needed her body heat. His hands slid up her shirt to molest every inch of her bare skin. She moaned as he discovered and began to fondle her bare mounds. He could feel that her nipples hardened. He had to smile.

"You're not wearing any bra, my love," He whispered happily as he massaged her breasts. His hot breath tickled her ear causing her to shiver.

"It's a special treat for you, Kei. It's your reward for passing your entrance exam," She smirked.

"How do you know that's what I want, Ruka?" He teased as he nuzzled his nose into her hair. He loved the scent of her hair; jasmine and white tea.

"My dear Kei, you often say that bras are lacy distractions and they hide the best feature of a female's anatomy," Haruka quoted as she turned to look at Keitaro. She tilted her head to capture his lips with her own. They were in their own heaven as they shared the kiss. His hands slid down from her blouse. He turned to face her and led her to the couch. As she lay down, Keitaro spared no seconds to kiss her again. She leaned upwards to deepen the lip-lock. He slid his tongue into her mouth and Haruka gently wrestled his tongue with her own. She felt that her lover was on top of her and his knees in-between her thighs.

While Keitaro kissed her, his hands unbuttoned her blouse and revealed a lovely set of bare breasts. His right hand impulsively grabbed one of her breasts and his left hand went down even further. He stopped the kiss to move his lips toward her chin. She gave out a moan as he kissed down to her neck. One swipe from his tongue on her neck caused her to groan out loud. He could feel his pants become even tighter as his hand went to unzip her pants and his other hand started playing with one of her nipples.

"Keitaro you idiot, where are you?" The loud voice pierced into their sensual mood. The couple recognized the voice. Naru has the worst timing ever. Two words came into their minds; fucking bitch.

"Well, that's one way to kill an erection," He grumbled as they got up and sat next to each other. It's automatically feared reaction to Naru's voice; his junk went limp.

"You pervert, come out here!" Naru yell again.

"I have to go see what she wants, Ruka," Keitaro sighed. "If I don't go now, the girls will assume the worst of me."

"I would love to torment that girl for interrupting the time with my own husband," Haruka frowned. Her eyes glared out the window. If looks could kill, the glare Haruka was sending to the wall could disintegrate anything into fine dust.

He leaned over to kiss her forehead. "Please don't frown, dear. It doesn't suit you. You're too beautiful for that," He wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

Haruka could feel her anger melted away instantly from her beloved's touch. As she leaned into his embrace, he clung on to her tightly. "You sly silver-tongued devil, although that was a bit corny."

"I know, but I'm your sly silver-tongued devil," Keitaro teased as they pulled apart.

Haruka just grinned as she leaned her face towards his. As her lips lusted for his and vice versa, they moved closer as they yearned for one another.

"Urashima, you had better not perform any perverted deeds or I will hunt you down like the dog that you are!" A new voice yelled.

Both Urashimas paused. 'Another fucking bitch...'

"Now, that will be honor-less Motoko." Haruka growled.

"Now, I really have to go," He sighed, giving her quick kiss on lips. He took off his wedding band and gave it to Haruka. "Next time, my dear wife," With that, he left her by herself in the private room of her teashop.

Damn it! She needed a cigarette bad. She would rather wrap her lips around Keitaro but the cancer stick just had to do. She fixed her appearance so she looked presentable. She tucked her husband's wedding band in her pant pocket and went outside. The first thing that she saw as she opened the door was Keitaro being dragged away by Naru. Motoko was following them. Man, she wanted to break their little necks. But she couldn't. Keitaro and Haruka still have that deal hanging over their heads.

It has been two and a half years since Haruka Wakahisa and Keitaro Urashima got married so suddenly. Now she thought about it as she raised her hand up. Her wedding band sparkled in the light. It was the best decision that she ever made and still is.

Before anyone starts to ask any questions, let me say that Haruka and Keitaro aren't related by blood in this fic so it's not incest one.