Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. That honor belongs to the great Bisco Hatori.
A/N: I am struggling to get my creative mind in a better place, and thought I would try some one-shots to get some ideas flowing. I love writing longer, planned out stories, but hope these short, lighter stories will help me out. I have only written one, one-shot, but I enjoyed it. This will be a series of one shots with Haruhi in different pairings with our favorite guys from the anime. Please let me know how I'm doing with these one-shots, I would appreciate the input. Enjoy.
I would like to dedicate this one-shot to Kc495, who asked for more of this pairing. This is not the story you asked for almost two years ago, just a little Hika love until I get to it.
Hikaru woke up, rubbed his eyes, and stretched as he rolled out of bed. He brushed his teeth and pulled on a pair of jeans. He looked at the clock and frowned. It was quiet, too quiet.
He walked down the hall stopping at the first door. He peeked inside, the bed was empty. He found the same empty bed in the next room. The third room was different. Lying on the bed was his youngest child, his only daughter. He smiled, closing the door quietly so he didn't wake her up.
His frown deepened as he continued to search the vast house. Where were the boys? It was almost troubling when it was this quiet. He shrugged, then smirked, it was time to find his wife. After all, today was a special day.
He found her exactly where he expected to; at the stove cooking breakfast. He tried to get her to relax, to get used to living his lifestyle. He wanted the cooks, and maids to do everything for her so that she could live in the lap of luxury, but Haruhi never wanted that. He gave up trying long ago.
He snuck up behind her, grabbing her hips.
"Good morning, Beautiful," he whispered, running his lips up the side of her neck.
"Good morning," she said, still cooking away.
"Happy Anniversary," he said, running his hands along her sides, nipping her skin.
"Is that today?" she asked, turning to him, a horrified look on her face.
He stared at her in shock, hurt and devastation filling his amber eyes.
"Pfft, idiot, you really believed that I forgot?" she said still laughing.
"Tch, mean," he said frowning at her. "It is possible. I mean most women remember romantic dates like this, but let's face it Haruhi, you've never been a normal girl."
"True," she said, taking no insult from his words. "But even I could never forget such an important date."
"Yeah?" he asked, his handsome face lighting up. "This dates important to you?"
"Of course it is, it's the day I married you, Hikaru," she said, smiling sweetly.
"Twenty years," he said, pulling her flush up against him. "Twenty years ago, baby, best day of my life."
"Mine too," she whispered, right before he crashed his lips down upon her own.
"Mmmmm," she moaned into the kiss.
"Gods, Haruhi, I love you so much," he whispered against her mouth. "More today than I did yesterday, so much more than I did twenty years ago."
"I love you, too." She bit his lower lip causing him to growl.
"Mmmm, such a naughty girl," he said.
"Don't act like you don't love it," she said, before licking her lips and smirking at him.
"Oh, I do, baby, you know I do," he said before ravaging her mouth once more.
His body burned. It was always the same when she touched him, kissed him, told him that she loved him. He deepened the kiss, how could he not when she was in his arms. Gods, he really did love her. He moved his hands, touching as much of her as he could. She didn't stop him until he reached inside the front of her robe.
"Stop, Hikaru, the kids could walk in any minute now," she said.
He pulled away reluctantly. He tried to clear the fog of desire from his mind.
"Speaking of which, where are they?" he asked.
"Sleeping I guess," she said as she resumed finishing breakfast.
"Sachi was still sleeping, but the boys weren't," he said, watching her move around the kitchen.
"That's not good," she said, a troubled look on her face.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, chuckling.
"You know exactly what I mean. If they're awake and it's this quiet, then they are up to something. I wonder what kind of trouble they're getting into now."
"You worry too much. They don't cause that much trouble. They're just boys being boys," he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"They're not just boys, they're Hitachiin's," she said.
"You got that right," he said proudly.
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
"Seems like we are about to find out why they've been so quiet," Haruhi said before sighing.
"Now, now, Haruhi, I'm sure it's just a harmless prank," Hikaru said.
His daughter stalked into the kitchen, soaking wet, a look of fury on her beautiful face.
"What's happened, Sachi?" Haruhi asked.
"Those demons, you make me call brothers, were armed with water blasters and ambushed me the second I came out of my bathroom," she said furiously.
Hikaru tried to hide his chuckle, but he was having trouble. He remembered doing the same thing to one of the butlers with Kaoru when they were younger.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY, DAD!" Sachi yelled, glaring at her father.
"Sorry, Sachi, but it's just a little water. Don't get so upset over harmless pranks," Hikaru said.
"HARMLESS! I wonder how harmless you think it is when I tell you what else they drenched."
Hikaru frowned at her.
"What else got wet?" he asked curiously.
"The dress you just made me," she said. She sounded angrier with every word.
"What!" He said. "Tell me you are not talking about the light blue dress I just made you for your friends birthday party."
"That's the one," she said.
"How did that get wet?" he asked.
"I had it hanging on the outside of my bathroom door and when I walked out and shut the door they opened fire."
Haruhi watched the anger building in her husband. One…two…three…
"RAIDEN, KAZUYA, SHOW YOURSELVES, NOW!"
The kitchen remained silent.
"Now, now, Hikaru, calm down, it's a prank remember," Haruhi teased, using his words against him.
He glared at her.
"Come on, Hikaru, it's just a dress," she said hoping to calm him down before the boys made an appearance.
"Just a…how could my wife look me in the eye and call something I designed, just a dress. It was made of the finest silk, I hand stitched diamonds into the neckline, real diamonds, Haruhi. That was not a dress, it was a masterpiece. RAIDEN, KAZUYA, DON'T MAKE IT WORSE FOR YOURSELVES!"
Her normally loud sons walked into the kitchen so quietly she hadn't even heard them coming. They took one look at their fathers face and gulped.
"Look at your sister," he said pointing to Sachi. "She's soaked, and from what I hear she's not the only thing that got wet. Care to explain."
"We didn't know the dress was hanging on her door," Raiden said.
"Yeah, we didn't know," Kazuya said.
Hikaru throw his arms up in the air.
"Why does everyone act like it's not important? It's not just a dress, it's a one of a kind, Hitachiin piece," Hikaru said.
The boys shifted nervously from foot to foot.
Hikaru ran a hand down his face.
"Sit down and eat breakfast while I think up your punishment," Hikaru said.
The boys looked surprised. Hikaru rarely punished them.
"What? Your surprised, you don't think ruining a Hitachiin original deserves a punishment? Wait until your grandmother hears about this," Hikaru said.
Raiden and Kazuya paled when they heard that.
Haruhi glanced around the table. Hikaru still looked furious, Sachi looked a little satisfied that her brothers were going to get in some kind of trouble for their actions, and the boys looked scared to death.
She had a hard time not laughing. Her boys looked so much like Hikaru, that every time she saw them they reminded her of Hikaru and Kaoru back in their high school days. The look on their faces were just like the twins when they got in trouble, even though they were a year apart. Sachi was different, she was an interesting mix of both her and Hikaru. She got the best of both their features, Hikaru's eyes, her own brown hair.
"So, have you thought of our punishment yet," Raiden asked as impatient as ever.
Hikaru glared at him.
"I'm thinking up a good one, you not only ruined my latest design, but you put me in a bad mood on my favorite day," Hikaru said.
"I thought his favorite day was his birthday," Raiden whispered to his brother.
"I thought it was opening day of fashion week," Kazuya whispered back.
"But there's always all those days Uncle Kaoru comes back from over sees," Raiden added.
"True, but there's also…"
"Enough!" Hikaru snapped. "My favorite day is the day I married your mother. None of those other days beat that. Today is our anniversary in case you've forgotten and you pick…"
Hikaru suddenly stopped, an evil grin forming on his face.
"Uh, Dad?" Raiden asked nervously.
"What's with that face?" Kazuya asked.
"It's kind of scary."
"It's really scary."
"That's right," Hikaru said, his evil grin only turning more sinister. "Today is our anniversary, and do you know what that means?"
"Uh…that your married twenty years?" Raiden offered.
"That's true, but not what I meant," Hikaru said.
"You…you're going out to celebrate with Uncle Kaoru and Aunt Ume," Kazuya said.
"That's right, and who remembers where you three are going while we're out celebrating?" Hikaru asked, evil grin perfected.
"We're going to Grandmother and Grandfather's," Sachi said, then she gasped, before sprouting a Hitachiin grin of her own. "Grandmother's going to find out about what you did to my dress, and then you will be stuck in the same house as her for the next twenty-four hours!"
Sachi smiled brilliantly at that thought. She began humming while she poured syrup on her pancakes. If it were possible, her brothers paled even more.
"You don't have to tell Grandmother today, do you, Sachi?" Raiden asked.
"Yeah, I mean she's so busy it's not like we get to spend a lot of time sleeping at her house," Kazuya added.
"Yeah, wouldn't you rather tell her after we have fun over there?"
"You know, like as we're leaving."
"Hmm…" Sachi put her finger to her chin in thought, reminding Hikaru very much of Haruhi. "No, I wouldn't dream of withholding something so important from my very own Grandmother. And she will find this important, after all, wasn't it Grandmother who said every Hitachiin original might as well be weaved with her very own DNA. Oh, look at the time, she should be here any minute."
Sachi continued eating happily. Hikaru grabbed Haruhi hand.
"This is perfect, Haruhi," he said.
"What is?" she asked in confusion.
"With my mother coming I can concentrate fully on our anniversary and leave their punishment to her," he said.
"Daaad," Raiden said, a look of fear on his face.
"What? You want me to enjoy my anniversary don't you?"
"Hellooooo, We're here," Mrs. Hitachiin said before Raiden could answer.
The boys exchanged a look, Haruhi also noticed they held hands under the table.
"Haru-koi, how are you my darling?" she asked bending down and giving her a kiss on each cheek.
"I'm fine, thank you, and you?" she asked.
"I'm fabulous, darling, Happy Anniversary," she said handing Haruhi a garment bag and a jewelry box. "This is for tonight," she said winking at her.
"And Happy Anniversary, to you too my darling boy," she said kissing Hikaru in the same manner before handing him his own garment bag. "No need to thank me, Kaoru already told me you're going to that upscale new club for dinner and dancing. Promise me you'll wear these tonight and that's all the thanks I need."
"Hey, how come Haruhi got a greeting and a kiss before I did. I'm your son you know," he said teasing his mother as he always did.
"Because Haruhi is the daughter I never had, but I have two of you," she teased right back.
"Very funny, mother," he said.
"And now, for your anniversary gift," she said, handing Haruhi an envelope.
"But, you just handed us the garment bags, I thought…"
"Oh, don't be silly Haruhi, those outfits are just something I whipped up for tonight, they're not your present," she said as she made her way around the table. "And how are my darling little grandchildren?"
She kissed Sachi on the top of the head but stopped short when she looked at the boys.
"Why so glum, boys? I thought you'd be happy about spending the night with me and your Grandfather."
"Those beasts thought they were being funny when they pulled a prank on me this morning, but now they are waiting for their punishment," Sachi answered with a pleasant smile.
"Oh, psshawww, are you really going to punish them over a harmless prank, Hikaru? I mean really, if I punished you and Kaoru every time you two pulled a prank you'd still be sitting in your bedroom." She smiled at him as she stood protectively behind her grandsons.
"Actually, Mom, I was going to ask you to set their punishment. You were always so good at having the punishment fit the crime," Hikaru said.
"Alright, what was their crime?" she asked, the smile on her face clearly showing she planned to go easy on them.
"They soaked me with water blasters in my room," Sachi said.
"Oh, Sachi, really, Hitachiin women are strong. A little water isn't going to hurt you," she said.
"It didn't hurt me, but it ruined the dress Dad just designed for me," she said.
"Just designed. Surely you don't mean the one with the diamonds on the neckline?" she asked.
"That's the one," Hikaru said.
"I hand picked each and every one of those diamonds," she said the smile falling from her face. "That was made from the finest silk I could get my hands on."
She gripped each boy by the back of their neck and yanked them out of their chairs.
"Owww," Raiden said.
"Grandmother, that hurts," Kazuya said.
"I know just the job for you two," she said. "I haven't had time to reorganize my workspace since my last runway show. All of my little fasteners, grommets, zippers, threads, are all scattered throughout my workspace. There's probably some needles in there too."
"But…but…" Raiden said.
"Your workspace is one whole wing of the mansion," Kazuya said.
"That's right, and when you're done with that I'm already working on my next line. There's so much tedious hand sewing to be done to so many pieces. And of course, every stitch must be perfect, since it carries my name," she said, her grip still on her grandsons.
"Grandmother, that's too much work," Raiden complained.
"Maybe that amount of work will remind you of the value of the Hitachiin name. That design was utter perfection and now it's garbage. You can't soak silk. Now get upstairs and gather your things, you're going to need every minute of your visit. Sachi dear, it looks like you will have your grandfather and me all to yourself. Are you ready to be spoiled?"
"Yes, Grandmother," Sachi said, shooting her brothers a triumphant smile. "Speaking of Grandfather, where is he?"
"I'm right here," he said, leaning against the wall beside her. "Uh, Grandfather, I didn't see you there."
"I'm used to it," he shrugged joining them at the table. "Happy Anniversary, son, Haruhi."
"Thanks, Dad."
"Thank you."
"You better open that envelope, Haruhi," her father-in-law said to her.
She opened the envelope and held back her groan.
"A day of beauty at a hot spring spa, wait, this reservation is for today," she said.
"In an hour, to be exact," Mrs. Hitachiin said. "You two will look fabulous before your night out. Don't forget to bring your garment bags. Hikaru, I'll leave that to you."
"Got it, thanks Mom and Dad," he said.
"Yes, thank you," Haruhi said with as much excitement as she could muster over a day at the spa.
"Oh, for once in your life just go with it, Haruhi, one of these days I'm going to get you to look forward to a beauty treatment. Come darling," she said to her husband. "Let's round up the kids. You two have fun tonight."
Haruhi laughed at her mother-in-law wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"She'll never change, no matter how old she gets," Haruhi said.
"That's true," Hikaru said with pride. "She'll be crazy till the end."
Haruhi giggled as she gathered up the plates.
"Let me wash these quick then I guess we'll get going."
Hikaru didn't miss the exasperation in his wife's voice. He wrapped his arms around her.
"Don't sound so disappointed, Haruhi, picture it; me, you, getting massages, all that silky skin and oil followed by a dip in the hot springs," he whispered seductively in her ear.
"Mmmm, now that you put it that way a day at the spa doesn't sound so bad," she said.
"That's the spirit," he whispered. "I'm going to get dressed."
"Hitachiin Hikaru and Haruhi," he said as soon as he reached the front desk of the spa.
"Ah, yes, welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Hitachiin. You're scheduled for the anniversary package today," a pleasant young woman said after a quick glance at her computer. "Follow me please."
"I hate massages," Haruhi mumbled as she laid face down on the table with just a small towel draped over her behind.
"That's not true, you always make the cutest sounds when I give you a massage," he said, face down on his own table just a couple of feet away.
"Well, yeah," she said blushing. "But that's when you're doing it."
"And it's always my pleasure," he said shooting her a sexy grin. "For now just try to relax and endure it. You look great by the way."
"Knock it off, you know how I feel about being undressed in front of strangers," she said, shooting him a glare.
"I know, but you really do look great. Seriously though, these people are professionals, you should try to enjoy it."
"I'll try," she said sighing.
Haruhi had to admit the woman massaging her sure was a professional. She felt like she was melting into the table.
"Mrs. Hitachiin, you have the most beautiful skin I've ever had the pleasure to massage," the woman said.
"I was just thinking the same thing and I haven't even touched her," said the man massaging Hikaru.
"And you aren't going to if I have anything to say about it," Hikaru said, his smile taking some of the harshness out of his words.
"Oh, I didn't mean…"
Hikaru started laughing.
"Don't get so nervous. I know my wife is beautiful," Hikaru said.
"Hikaru!" Haruhi said in embarrassment.
"What? It's true. Why shouldn't I brag about it," Hikaru said, shooting her a wink.
"No one wants to hear that. You're the only one who thinks that anyway," Haruhi said.
Hikaru felt the hands stop moving on his back and he laughed once more.
"Her words surprised you right?" he asked the masseuse. "She's never seen how beautiful she is, no matter how many years I've tried to tell her."
"Hikaru," she said, a warning in her voice this time.
"Um, even another woman like me would have to agree. You are a beautiful woman, Mrs. Hitachiin," her masseuse said.
"Uh..thank you," Haruhi said quietly, burying her head in the pillow. She glared at Hikaru when she heard him chuckle again. All he did was give her another wink.
"So you're here for the anniversary package," the man said. "When's your anniversary?"
"Today," Hikaru said.
"Oh, Happy Anniversary."
"Thank you," they both said.
"How long are you married?" the woman asked.
"Twenty years," Hikaru answered again.
Once again the man stopped his massage.
"I see you're surprised again, but I can't blame you, we do look great for our age," Hikaru said.
"Ignore him," Haruhi said.
"No matter how many years I've tried, Haruhi just can't get the concept of bragging," Hikaru said.
"That's not true, I brag about the kids all the time. You're the only one who thinks we're worth bragging about," she said.
"You two are adorable together," the woman said.
"How many children do you have?" he asked.
"Three teenagers, there's never a dull moment," Hikaru said.
"Especially since our two boys are just like you," Haruhi said.
"How did you two meet?" the woman asked curiously.
"We met in high school," Hikaru said.
"Really, are you high school sweet hearts?" she asked.
"We sure are. I've been in love with Haruhi since our first year of high school, and truth be told, I'm still falling," he said as he stared right at her.
"Hikaru," she whispered.
"I've been in love with her since she could tell me apart from my twin. She's still the only one who can successfully do it accurately one hundred percent of the time. Even Kaoru's wife only gets it right half the time when we're seriously trying to trick people. Not my Haruhi though, we haven't been able to fool her since a month after meeting her no matter how hard we tried."
The soft smile on his face melted her heart.
"I love you, too, Hikaru," she whispered, then clamped her lips together when she realized she said that in front of others.
"I hope I find a love like the two of you share," the woman said wistfully.
"Want some advice?" Hikaru asked. "Don't give up, no matter how hopeless it might seem. I mean, I thought this one would never get it. But I wasn't going to give up. I couldn't. She was the only one for me."
The young woman sighed as she finished her massage. Once done they had facials, manicures, pedicures, and a delicious lunch. They were brought to a room that led to a private hot spring.
"Finally alone, Mrs. Hitachiin," Hikaru said pulling her close.
"Yup, finally alone," she said stepping away from him.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"I'm going to grab a towel so we can get in that hot spring," she said.
He grabbed her, pulling her close once more. He pulled off her robe as he pressed his lips against her ear.
"Trust me, baby, you don't need a towel." He kissed her ear, scooped her up in his strong arms, and carried her into the hot spring.
They laid side by side on the futon, holding hands and smiling at each other.
"I must admit, this was a great present," Haruhi said, squeezing his hand.
"Hell, yeah, it was. I must remember to thank Mom again," Hikaru said.
"Me too," she said sitting up. The sheet slipped from her shoulder exposing her back and side. He ran two fingers along her skin making her shiver.
"We need to get dressed or we won't be ready in time to meet Kaoru and Ume," Haruhi said, running her hand through her short hair.
"Ugh, how am I supposed to get up when you wore me out so thoroughly in there," he said, jerking his thumb toward the hot spring.
"Me? I'd say it was the other way around. You were so rough, Hikaru," she said as she smirked at him.
"Mmmm, I couldn't help myself," he said sitting up beside her, kissing her shoulder. "I always want you, Haruhi, but on our anniversary, remembering our wedding day, how beautiful you looked in that wedding dress Mom made. How beautiful you looked when I saw what was underneath it."
He nibbled her shoulder bone. He touched her chin, turning her head so she could look at him. He kissed her softly.
"You took my breath away. You still do," he said against her lips before sweeping the inside of her mouth with his tongue.
Haruhi turned in his arms, running her hand through his hair, tugging gently.
"Don't tempt me, Haruhi, we don't have the time," he said, still pressing his lips to hers.
"Then I guess you'll have to wait until tonight. We'll have the house all to ourselves," she said, running her thumb along his bottom lip.
"That's right, we have the whole house to ourselves. That means I'm not restricted to our bedroom," he said, letting his tongue stick out a little as he bit down on it. "Come on, let's get ready."
He jumped up, pulling her up beside him. He grabbed their garment bags, handing hers to her.
"Hey, Haruhi, how about we get dressed in separate rooms and surprise each other. We haven't done that in a while."
"Well, yeah, it's kind of hard to surprise you when you design all of my clothes."
"True, so this is perfect, go on, get ready in that room over there," he said pointing to the sliding doors.
Haruhi stared at herself in the mirror cursing her mother-in-law.
"Haruhi, come on, how much longer are you going to take. Aren't you ready yet?" Hikaru's voice drew her from her thoughts.
"I'm ready, I just…"
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know about this outfit," she said, still looking in the mirror.
"Come on, don't keep me waiting," he said. "If you don't come out, I'm coming in there," he threatened.
Haruhi reluctantly opened the door and stepped into the room. She forgot all about her embarrassment when she looked at her husband. He was wearing a black silk dress shirt, a silver tie, hip hugging black leather pants, and black motorcycle boots with silver chains that exactly matched the silver choker in the jewelry box his mother had given her.
He looked sexy as hell.
'Damn' Hikaru thought as he took in his wife. She was wearing a sleeveless black leather shirt that hooked closed all the way up to the v neck that showed just the right amount of cleavage, low rider black leather pants, a platinum colored belt that laid lopsided on her tiny hips, and platinum colored heels.
She looked mouth watering.
"What's with all the silver?" she asked fingering the clasps on the front of her shirt with one hand while her other fingered the choker on her neck.
"It's not silver, it's platinum. According to my mother platinum is the gift to give for the twentieth anniversary."
"Oh," she said, eyeing him up and down.
"Like what you see?" he asked, running his fingers down his tie.
"You bet I do," she answered honestly. "Let's go, the quicker we have dinner the quicker we can get home."
His smile was sinful as he neared her.
"We'll have to do a little dancing too, Kaoru's been dying to go to this club," he whispered, running just his fingertips up and down her arm.
"Then we'll have to do as little dancing as possible, Mr. Hitachiin, because I'm feeling a bit impatient tonight. I already want to go home," she whispered, shivering at his touch.
"If you're trying to seduce me, Mrs. Hitachiin, it's working. I promise, we'll dance as little as you want, then Kaoru and Ume are on their own," he kissed her, feeling some of her lip gloss sliding onto his own lips.
"Pfft," she said, looking at his lips. She raised her thumb to wipe it off, but he grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Don't," he whispered. "I want everyone to know I'm the lucky bastard who gets to kiss you."
Hikaru stepped out of the limo in front of the club and held his hand out to her. He frowned at her hesitation.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I don't know about this, Hikaru," she said.
"You don't know about what?" he asked.
"Going in there wearing this outfit. I mean, I love your mom, you know I do, but what was she thinking? We're not kids anymore. Aren't we a little too old for skin tight leather?"
Hikaru grabbed her hand and jerked her out of the limo. He pulled her against him.
"Too old? Haruhi, you look the same as you did back in college," he said.
She raised one eyebrow at that statement.
"Alright, maybe not, but you don't look a day over thirty, I swear," he said.
The honesty in his eyes lessened some of her anxiety, but not all of it.
"My mother is the fashion guru in Japan and has been for the past forty-five years. She would never put you in something that looked inappropriate on you. She designed that for you because she knew how good you would look in it," he said.
"I still think I'm a little too old for this," she said looking down at herself.
"Haruhi, you may have gotten older, you may have given me three children, but you don't weigh a pound more than you did in our first year of college."
"How do you know that?" she asked.
"I know everything about you," he said. "Come on, let's go."
He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her inside.
"Hitachiin," Hikaru said to the host at the podium.
"Right this way, sir," the man said never taking his eyes off of Haruhi. Hikaru slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. "See, even that kid knows how hot you are. He can't take his eyes off of you. You're not going to trade me in for a younger man are you?"
"Idiot," she said, then stopped walking.
"Wait a minute, why does Ume get to wear that, while I'm stuck wearing this?" Haruhi asked when she spotted her sister-in-law in a black cocktail dress.
"Because as beautiful as Ume is, even she can't rock leather the way you can, and my mother knows it."
Haruhi stared at Kaoru's wife. Ume truly was striking. Kaoru had married a former model, half Japanese, half Russian, like Nekozawa-senpai. She was beautiful, tall, curvy, and so in love with Kaoru that Haruhi has loved her from the first day she met her.
Haruhi had never wondered what it would be like to have a sister, but knowing Ume gave her a good idea. The two women had only gotten closer through the years and she was grateful for it.
Hikaru threw his arm around Haruhi's shoulder, a cocky smirk on his face. Every man in the room was looking at his wife. 'Eye her all you want, gentlemen, at the end of the day, she always comes home with me.'
Hikaru's heart rate increased as he felt Haruhi's warmth at his side. He was well aware of how lucky he was to have her. In high school he had feared she would fall for Tamaki. He pursued her desperately, and Haruhi had been so afraid of causing problems between him and Kaoru that he thought she'd never accept his feelings. He could never have married anyone else.
He was so overwhelmed at the thought of not having her in his life that he stopped in the middle of the club and pulled her close. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his face into her neck like he used to back in high school.
"Hikaru," she said, trying to push him away.
"Don't," he whispered, as he continued to run his nose up and down her neck. "I'm sorry, Haruhi, just give me a minute."
Haruhi frowned. His hold on her was desperate. Every now and then Hikaru got like this and she always wondered what caused it. She often questioned him, but instead of answering he always said the same thing; just give me a minute.
"Sir?" the host questioned causing Hikaru to pull away.
"Sorry," Hikaru said still holding her close to his side.
As soon as they were at their table Kaoru grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her. Hikaru bent down and gave Ume a peck on her cheek.
Kaoru drew back, holding her at arms length eyeing her up and down.
"Hikaru, you have out done yourself this time. Haruhi, you look fantastic," Kaoru said.
"I can't take the credit for this look. Mom designed it," Hikaru said.
"Well, she hasn't lost her touch one bit," Kaoru said, his eyes still roaming up and down her body.
Haruhi pushed him away and walked over to Ume. She bent down giving her a quick hug before taking her seat beside Hikaru.
"Happy Anniversary, you two," Kaoru said, Ume repeating his sentiment.
"Thanks," Hikaru said.
"Twenty years," Kaoru said. "Where has the time gone? I remember your wedding like it was yesterday."
"Me too," Ume said. "It was such a lovely wedding."
"Here," Kaoru said, handing Haruhi an envelope. She opened it up and gasped.
"A time share in Bali. Kaoru, Ume this is…"
"Perfect," Hikaru said. "Thanks so much. I can picture the bikinis I'm going to design for you already."
Haruhi rolled her eyes.
"Thanks guys. I love Bali," Haruhi admitted.
"We know, you couldn't stop talking about it after your honeymoon," Kaoru said.
"Yeah, that was a great month," Hikaru said his eyes glazing over as he reminisced. "Bali's very special to us, we made some great memories there over the years. Thanks a lot."
They ordered their meal, danced, talked, drank, and danced some more.
Hikaru held Haruhi close on the dance floor.
"I want to go home," he whispered in her ear.
When she pulled back to look at him, the heat in his eyes caused her to burn as well.
"I'm ready when you are," she said.
She barely finished her sentence when Hikaru raced her over to Kaoru and Ume, said a hasty goodbye, and practically ran her out of the club.
Haruhi had barely had the door unlocked when Hikaru grabbed her, slammed the door shut, locked it, and threw her against the wall.
"Sorry, sorry," he muttered against her throat as he pressed himself against her. He bit her neck gently as his fingers fumbled with the clasps on her shirt. "Damn, how many of these things are there?" He asked as he unlatched one hook after the other.
Once finished, he ran his fingers up her chest, across her shoulders, and let her shirt drop to the floor. He ran his hands around her back. "Another hook," he growled as he removed her bra. He ran his hands down her back and plunged them inside her leather pants as he kissed her frantically.
He unfastened her leather pants and pulled them off of her as she kicked off her heels. He removed the rest of her clothing. She reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he grabbed her wrists, pinned them to the wall above her head, and plundered her mouth.
"Wait," she said, struggling against his hold. She wanted to undress him too.
"I can't," he growled, and let go of her wrists. Before she could reach out for him once more, he gripped each side of his shirt and ripped it open, she could hear the buttons hitting the floor. He unbuckled his belt, and didn't bother removing it. Apparently, he was okay with leaving his pants at his knees, because thats where he left them as he lifted her up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and devoured her against the wall.
She gasped at his aggression. This took her back to the early days of their marriage. To the days before kids, when they had the house all to themselves when they gave the servants off.
She heard his harsh breathing in her ear.
"Haruhi," he whispered, as he moved against her and she moved against the wall.
She grabbed his hair in both hands and tugged his head back. She was too breathless to speak, so she kissed his lips, before biting down making him moan.
"Hikaru," she screamed as she felt him pushing her closer and closer to the edge. That ledge of ecstasy that he always held her at before pushing her over and quickly following.
She felt him still, holding her close, kissing her mouth.
"Haruhi,I love you," he whispered, still trying to catch his breath. "Thank you so much for the past twenty years. They've been the best of my life."
"Same here, Hikaru, I love you too" she said, looking over his shoulder. It was a few minutes after twelve. "Hey, it's just after midnight, are you ready for the start of the next twenty years?"
"With you, always," he whispered, then he started moving against her again.
A/N: (Again): Well, there you have it. I'm sorry to anyone who was looking forward to an appearance from the other hosts. I decided this series of one shots would focus on the pairing, a bit of their children, and the lives they have built together since high school. Please let me know what you think. I really look forward to the feedback. Arigato!