Slender arms wrapped around Mikuru's waist, pulling her back into a warm, tender embrace. Warm breath tickled the back of her neck, making her shiver slightly. The body behind her was soft and she could feel the gentle press of breast against her through the thin fabric of her school uniform, making Mikuru blush a dark red. A chin placed itself comfortably on the red head's shoulder and then a warm wet pair of lips against her cheek.

Haruhi had given her a ghost of a kiss.

Not the first but one of many fluttering instances that left Mikuru hot and wanting more.

Today they were alone: it was Sunday and Haruhi had told Mikuru to come by herself. The school was quiet and deserted- perfect Haruhi had called it- and not a single soul could be found anywhere other than the literary clubroom. The room itself was dark and silent except for the occasional rustle of clothing and short, shallow breaths.

"Mikuru…I love you." A confession made as Haruhi warm mouth clamped down on Mikuru's ear. The small girl squeaked, the sensation both pleasurable and disturbing at the same time. The mouth moved from her ear down to neck and set about covering her pulse point in a clumsy smattering of kisses. Mikuru moaned, arching her back into the younger girl's body and bending forward. Haruhi followed her movements, all the while keeping her mouth on the pulse.

"H-h-haruhi-san, m-m-m-me too" Mikuru did love the hyperactive brunette, had since the beginning. All the screaming, all the crying, running to Kyon or help: those were all parts of an act Haruhi had asked to put on. Since before the creation of the SOS brigade Haruhi had been coming to her and the heated, sensual moments had started out of a mutual lust neither had really willing to admit.

Now they stole every moment they could; between classes; after school; days off; and the times when Haruhi sent the boys out into the halls. These moments were rare, though, and fleeting. They always had to rush to make certain they were not discovered. So it was times like these, times when Haruhi was slow in pleasuring her, slow in loving her, that she cherished the most. They made her feel special, known, and made the strange being that was Haruhi Suzumiya s seem less like a ticking time bomb and more like a beautiful young girl.

Mikuru turned herself around in that tight embrace, placed her hands on Haruhi's shoulders and looked into the taller girls orbs for a moment, searching for something. A then she kissed her, a gentle press of lips that opened up a small eternity for the pair, an eternity in which neither them really felt like they needed any more than that kiss. That that moment was culmination of their lives up to and pass that point. It was the same every time they kissed- the main reason why they never actually did it much- and as usual it signaled the end of their tryst for neither of them could carry on for much longer after it.

Their lips separated, and a moments silence passed between them.

"Mikuru?"

"…Yes"

"What comes after this?'

It was rare o hear the brunette sound so unsure.

"I…don't' know what you mean?"

"I mean after the high school romance. After we no longer have the school and hormones driving us. What do we do next?"

"…"

"…"

"I…I think we should enjoy the moment."

To be continued…maybe

-_- that was weird huh? I don't think it makes sense either but I kinda like it. Welp on to the next I suppose. Please read and review folks Thanks for making it this far.