A/N: If I get a reasonable amount of reviews for this oneshot, im going to consider continuing this and making it a series of oneshots all with the same hunni/haruhi pairing
Thankyou for reading! .
Love Kaitie xxx
Hunni watched her twirl the delicate silver cake fork with regular flicks of her slender wrist. Her jaw moved and her neck, smooth and creamy, stretched as she ate the strawberry gateau Hunni and her
happened to be sharing. Hunni gulped down his mouthful of cake as his throat tightened and his mouth became dry. It had become a form of habit, tradition in a way. Everyday Hunni would drag Haruhi
out of Tamaki's iron grip to an isolated corner of the Host Club. They would settle down on old English sofa's as Hunni offered her the newest baked good he'd stumbled upon. He lured her, ever faithfully
with the promise of sweets. However long after the cakes were devoured, the pair stayed on the floral couches, body's close, enveloped in conversation. Hunni inched closer each day, slowly for fear of
her noticing.
Hunni had now completely closed the gap between the pair, there thighs touching. He could feel his skin burn where it pressed up against her soft flesh. He couldn't help but imagine how it would feel
free of the stark cotton of their school uniform. Haruhi placed the fine bone china down on the table with a chink before sighing and settling down against the sofa's high back. Her eyes were closed in
satisfaction. Her face lay relaxed, mouth slightly opened showing the soft imprints of bite marks on her bottom lip. Hunni shifted in his seat before biting his own lip. He placed Bun Bun to the side. He
lay upside down, up ended against an embroidered cushion. Hunni made no effort to right him.
Haruhi's hand rested flat on the sofa. Hunni gazed at her pale hand, lying palm up. Delicate lines ran across her palm and Hunni wished to trace them with his fingers. Softly and slowly, passing her
wrists and traveling all the way up to the crook of her elbow. The other host members bustled around, busy with their own errands or trivial conversations. Hunni quickly glanced around him checking
for any sign of the obnoxious blonde before placing his own small hand on Haruhi's own. Her skin was soft and warm and her fingers curled around his. His heart beat quickened and a spark ran down
his chest to lie in his stomach. He felt dizzy. Hunni glanced at Haruhi under heavy lashes. Her eyes remained closed yet a small smile sat firmly placed amongst her delicate features. Her cheeks, tinged
with red. Hunni looked into his filigree teaspoon to see his image reflected back at him. His cheeks too, were tinged with the same, undeniably red hue.