Title: Lover's Spat
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Summary: Just a moment in Kyoya and Haruhi's marriage.
Haruhi slammed down his laptop and gave him a murderous glare.
"Did you just hear what I told you?!"
Kyoya pushed up his glasses, his face void of all emotions.
"Yes, and it's an inter…"
Haruhi reached out before he could finish his sentence and covered his mouth with her hand.
"Kyoya," she stated calmly, even though she was visibly shaking with anger, "if you say I brought up an interesting view, one more time, I might just have to kill you!"
Kyoya raised a single brow and his eyes began to dance with amusement. He gently removed her hand from his mouth.
"Are you saying I over use the statement, my dear?"
Haruhi gave him a look that clearly screamed, "you're kidding me, right?"
He chuckled and raised his hands up in a sign of defeat.
"Fine, fine," he said as he stood up from his office chair.
He walked over to the couch in his office and grabbed the suit jacket that he had placed there a few hours before.
As he put on his jacket, he glanced at his wife to calculate the amount of time and effort he'd have to put into the situation to ensure she didn't demand he slept in the south wing of the mansion tonight.
He could tell by the way her eyes were narrowed that he'd have to pull out the big guns tonight.
He pulled out his cell phone and gave her a smile as he ordered the chef to make sure there was fresh Ootoro when they got home.
Haruhi shook her head as she turned on her heels and made her way to the door, "don't think I'll let you off that easy, Kyoya."
He smiled as he walked over and opened the door, "I'd never presume anything, my dear."