"Huff," Haruhi Fujioka sighed, blowing a piece of stray hair off her forehead. Homework had never been hard for her before, but in America it was proving to be much more difficult then she had planed on.

Everything was in English, like she had figured, but she was in advanced English literature and mathematics, meaning a lot more reading and writing.

Haruhi sighed again, turning back to her English essay, feeling the tiniest twinge of homesickness in her stomach.

Inevitably, her mind started to wander, procrastinating writing the 500 word essay due in five days (the American students all had to write 1000 words in the next 2 days, so Haruhi counted herself lucky). She thought back to the three nights before, a Wednesday, and also the night where Haruhi and Tamaki had finished their homework and were relaxing quietly in the stillness of Haruhi's apartment.

"American television is really good, but so hard to follow! Who is that character?" Haruhi was pointing out flaws in the logic of the kid's show they were watching, as usual. Tamaki only chuckled along with the laugh track.

"C'mon, Haruhi! It's a cute show! But not as cute as yoooou!" He growled, kissing her cheeks and neck, turning into a French romancer.

"Tamaki! Talk in English!" Haruhi tried to scold him, but was slowly losing her train of thought again, like she always did when Tamaki turned from idiot to fantastically delicious.

"Tamaki! We can't!" Haruhi gasped, clutching Tamaki's hand, which was already a quarter of the way up her shirt, slowly creeping along.

"I really thought I'd be able to this time." He flicked her nose in a teasing way.

Haruhi looked at him with frustration and nervousness,

And, truthfully, she wanted to go further, too. All the way, even. It had been 4 months and she desperately wanted to go further than the tiny kisses Tamaki demanded every morning and night, and sometimes in between. It was hard not to, with his giant figure pressing against her own petite one, and his tiny kisses leaving heated spots all over her neck, the same places she sometimes had to cover up while at school.

Making a rash decision, she bent over the blonde man, kissing him full-on, not letting her embarrassment show too much. He instantly turned scarlet, shocked by her advancement. He looked into her eyes, asking for permission. She gave it, holding her breath, trying not to think of what was to come. They had school the next day, it was late, and the other hosts were right next door, but nothing was going to get in the way.

Slowly, timidly, Tamaki undressed her, tugging her shirt over her head like a parent helping a small child, as she sat on his chest. His face turned a deeper red, anticipating what was to come, her polka dotted bra hiding her goods.

"You're sure, Haruhi?" He asked again, just to make certain she was ready. A boyfriend must never force himself on his girlfriend, he had told her time after time. That's how you know you've found a winner.

"Tamaki, this isn't a strip tease. Just kiss me and we'll get the hang of it," Haruhi prompted him. He needed no further coxing, pushing back her hair and running his tongue on the inside of her mouth, making her shiver.

The two started in for an unforgettable night.

"Haruhiiiiiii!"

Haruhi was jolted back to realty by the pounding on the door connecting her room with Tamaki's.

"Just a second!" she called, pushing the dresser covering the door knob aside in a hurry.

"Yes?" she asked through the small crack she had opened the door.

"I have something for you," Tamaki looked down at her with a smile, holding something behind him. Haruhi pulled the door open all the way, glad she wasn't in her pajamas yet, letting him step inside.

"Tadaaa!" Tamaki cried, presenting his girlfriends with a giant bouquet of flowers. "I know you don't really like these things, but I just had to give them to you, my dear."

Haruhi raised her eyebrows before rolling her eyes and taking them, deciding not to get on him for the expense.

"You look so nice today! I'm so glad you don't have to wear a uniform everyday now," Tamaki smiled, rubbing his nose against her shoulder. Haruhi instantly pulled back, remembering the other night, clips bombarding her.

"Umm...Are you hungry? It's nearly six…" She occupied herself with putting together something to eat for them, although she had already eaten herself. Tamaki watched her with confusion, his eyebrows knitted together.

"What are you embarrassed about? We're boyfriend and girlfriend. You can trust me, Haruhi." He walked over, musing her hair. She looked up at him, studying his expression, filled with sincerity. In that instant, she had a picture not unlike one she had had before, of her and him walking a blonde haired-brown eyes baby through the park back in Japan on a cold winters day, bickering away about something or other.

"Yeah. You're right," her eyes softened, making Tamaki visibly filled with joy as he bounced off like Tigger into her tiny living area, rolling around on the couch, squealing about of great she was. The usual.

"yeah….Yeah. He's right," Haruhi whispered to herself, a smile escaping as she continued to fix the rice and chicken she had planned for that night.

Maybe her daydream could come true.

That is, in a few years.

A/N:

Hellllooo everyone

The friends who have read this for me have asked if they had sex.

Honestly, I didn't want them to. It's really up to your assumption. Having sex at 16/17 is not the ideal situation :p What I was trying to go for was make out, romance. Because, really, the first time you get to 1-2-3 base is unforgettable, in my opinion. It's really special ^^

I don't mean to insult ANYONE. It's your own chose

Remember, this is coming from someone who's written yaoi lemons during her English class. :D

Please review and tell me how you liked it, how you hated it, how it was lukewarm, and HOW YOU LIKED THE ENDING OF OHSHC!