Everyone remembers the episode where the gang is at the beach, and Kyoya sort of pins Haruhi, right? Well, this time it doesn't go quite as he planned. Very, very out of character for Haruhi, I know, but it's too good of an opportunity to mess with Kyoya to pass it up. ^_^;
P.S. I'm honestly a little embarrassed about this, as it's the closest thing to smut I've ever written. (Very very mild smut! I promised nothing graphic- everyone's pants stay on!) If you hate it, I'm sorry! n_n;
According to Plan
"Each bouquet cost me 50,000. That's a grand total of 600,000 yen, Haruhi." Kyoya's fingers slipped over the light switch, and the room darkened.
Haruhi looked at him, confused. "Uh, why'd you turn the lights off?"
Kyoya stepped closer to her, leaning over so his grey eyes were level with hers. "If you want to, you can pay me back with your body."
Before Haruhi had a chance to react, Kyoya's hand closed around her slim wrist, and he threw her forcefully onto the bed. He had her pinned there; not touching her, but not leaving any opportunity for escape either.
"Surely you aren't so naïve that you actually believe a person's sex doesn't matter," he said in a low voice. "You've left yourself completely defenseless against me."
Kyoya looked into her eyes, but she showed no sign of surprise or fear. Suddenly, her hand shot out and struck the inside of his right elbow. His arm buckled, and while he was off balance she pushed him onto his back, locking her fingers into his and slamming his left hand against the mahogany headboard.
"Or perhaps, Kyoya…" Her lips brushed against his neck as she spoke. Her fingers slid down his arm, then trailed down his chest and stomach. Kyoya involuntarily let out a little gasp as they traced the waistline of his jeans. "It is you who has left yourself completely defenseless against me," she whispered in his ear.
Her fingernails tapped a little melody on his belt buckle, and then she slipped off the bed and crossed the room. She looked back over her shoulder as she reached the door and said, "Goodnight, Kyoya," with a smirking smile playing across her face. And then she was gone.
Kyoya lay on the bed where she had left him, his heart pounding out of his chest and his breath coming in short huffs. He could still feel her breath on his neck and her fingers tracing lines of fire across his skin. A shiver ran through his body and he sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling. That had not gone according to plan.