"You've left yourself completely defenseless against me."
Kyoya leaned over Haruhi, restraining her with his forearm. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. This was supposed to be terrifying, but she knew her rapid heartbeat wasn't out of fear…it was a different feeling. It was something…exciting.
"I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me…" Haruhi felt herself losing her ability to speak, but she pushed on. "For one thing…you have nothing to gain from it."
A hint of a smile appeared at Kyoya's lips. He lifted his eyes to meet hers. "That's an interesting thought. Although I think...I believe there are certain factors…that you're failing to take into account."
Kyoya let his eyes wander over Haruhi's body. He let them rest on the gentle curve of her thighs, her waist, he observed with pleasure the two little tents her breasts made in her nightgown. Haruhi could see the hunger in his eyes, and she understood, in that moment, exactly what Kyoya had to gain.
He was close to her…much too close. But a part of her wanted him to be closer. He shifted his position a little, and she could feel…a part of him…through his pants. She wasn't supposed to feel that tiny twinge of satisfaction, but she did. She knew she wasn't supposed to want this. But she did.
Kyoya had her pinned down; her arms were held fast, but she lifted her head slightly, and left a gentle kiss on Kyoya's lips. This seemed to drive him into a frenzied madness, his eyes became feverish, and suddenly she felt his hand slide up her nightgown.
He breathed heavily as he gripped the soft flesh of her thigh. She wanted to ask him to stop, but she couldn't. She knew this shouldn't feel so good, but she couldn't help it. She drank in the sight of Kyoya's upper body. The shape of him was satisfying. Before she knew it, he had slid his other arm underneath her, drawing her hips closer to his.
Haruhi was on fire…every part of her body burned; though there was one place in particular she felt it the most. She resisted the urge to pull his hips even closer…
…But just as she was worried she wouldn't be able to resist any longer, a loud knock at the door interrupted her. Kyoya had only managed to scramble half-way off her before Tamaki entered the room.