{{A/N: Sorry I've been absent for so long! I'm horrid at uploading regularly. I will probably continue with this story and develop it more, just a bit of an introduction/first chapter. Takashi makes me happy ^.^ Please review, favourite or alert!}}
Kyouya had organised yet another money-making scheme for the host club. Haruhi had been roped in by the offer of a decrease on her still cumbersome debt. Mori walked around the host club leisurely, carrying a delicate silver platter with an assortment of different sweet pastries. He was dressed head to toe in a black tuxedo, tails and all. The other members passed out delicate china cups of tea and offered them exotic sweets. Tamaki declared earlier that week that their clients would swoon if they served their every need.
Haruhi stood to the left of Mori, resting a white gloved hand a stark wooden banister. Her tray was near empty, yet clients still mulled around her, starry eyed and red cheeked. They swooned around the young host, chattering away and complimenting her every aspect. A girl edged closer and closer resting a hand on the host's cheek.
Mori burned with jealousy inside. He didn't know what was wrong with him lately. Over the past few weeks every smile Haruhi gave to another, any touch she received from anyone who wasn't him causes a flair of emotion to jolt to his heart. He caught himself at numerous times a day, shaking himself out of daydreams involving her and him, in less than appropriate situations. The touch of her skin, that smell that was purely here. He longed for her like he had never longed for another.
He coughed slightly and returned from his thoughts back in to reality. Haruhi was manoeuvring herself out of the crowd of women which had collected around her. She made her way towards the back room, slipping through the hard wood door. The rest of the hosts didn't notice her leaving, with their trays full they had no reason to return to the supply room. Mori made his way across the crowded room, reaching the supply room in no time. He pressed against the door and opened it soundlessly, revealing a hunched over Haruhi facing away from him.
He closed the door with a quiet click and set down his filigree tray, chinking against the table to his right. Haruhi turned around at the slight noise, her lips curling into a smile, small dimples implanting themselves into her rounded face. She was so beautiful, Mori had no idea how no one noticed her feminine qualities. "Mori, you startled me. I was just returning to the party." She spoke to him whilst setting down various tit bits onto her tray before wiping her hands on a nearby tea towel and sighing heavily.
Mori could sense the tension in her shoulders, the tendent in her neck taut and stretched tight. He longed to trace the muscles with his lips, planting soft kisses along its ridge. He walked towards her soundlessly, Haruhi still distracted by folding cloth napkins into neat triangles. Mori stood close to Haruhi, her soft, small body only an inch from his own.
He trembled slightly as he lifted a large hand and placed it on the top of her head. He could hear her laugh yet he felt drunk and dizzy, removed from everything. He had never been in such close proximity to her before. She turned swiftly before blinking repedely, obviously not realising how close he was. She looked up at him, eyes wide, cheeks slowly reddening. Mori traced his hand around her ear, down her neck and along that tempting muscle. He locked eyes with her, those chocolate eyes which held such depth he couldn't help but lose himself within them. Haruhi bit her pink lip and that's when he lost it.
He was kissing her and it was even better than it had been in any of his fantasies. His heart lurched as she kissed him back, tentatively moving her lips against his and tracing her small pink tongue against his bitten lower lop. Mori lifted the petite girl up on the table, settling himself between her legs and kissing her harder. Her tray teetered on the edge before falling with a crash on the ground. The pair froze, lips still firmly attached. Haruhi's eyes flickered open as she gasped in surprise. She gathered herself up with such speed and ran out of the room, the door slamming closed behind her. Mori stood upright, his body aching with the loss of hers. Something he had and lost so quickly. He looked down at the tray and cursed before slumping against the hard, cold wall. He held his head in his hands cursing his actions. She didn't know what she did to him.