Haruhi liked being in control. The world was big and boring and full of boring people that meant next to nothing in a great big, boring universe. The club room was small and in it Haruhi was leader. She was in charge of the SOS Brigade. She decided what they did, where they went, and what Mikuru wore. She knew exactly how to get Itsuki to affirm that she was right and exactly how far to push Kyon until even he agreed. She could even convince the quiet Yuki to participate in club activities. It was her responsibility to bring excitement to her fellow club members so that their lives (and hers) would be more interesting. Being in control never made Haruhi feel any more important than anyone else. All the planning and bossing and talking just made her loud. It kept her in control, and it kept life interesting, but it didn't make her feel special.
There were moments when she did feel special- and in those moments she was decidedly not in control. He would put his arms around her and hold her to him. He would bury his face in her hair then tilt her chin back until his lips found hers. He'd tease her lips apart with his tongue until she could taste everything he was feeling. Sometimes he'd let out a low moan and she'd drink it eagerly- melting, melting into his embrace, his kiss, his interest.
He stripped away every ounce of control she possessed. He made her completely powerless. And when the kiss would end he would pull back and look at her with that quiet smile that belonged only to her and she would feel as if she was the most important thing in the world.
She would hold onto his gaze desperately- willing the moment never to end. It was stupid and it was crazy. But it was so very very real and she was amazed by it. By him. Kyon somehow made her feel like the entire universe revolved around her.