The Naïve Princess of the Host Club

Disclaimer: Bisco Hatori, Bones, etc. can all claim credit. I cannot.

Had he really just asked her that?

She gazed up at his steel grey eyes, her own brown ones distrusting.

She paused, then said "Are you playing with me Mori-senpai? Because that is extremely cruel. And I do not appreciate it."

She moved to turn away, her eyes filling with tears, but a strong hand gripped her arm and held her in place. Suddenly her face was pressed against the blue Ouran Academy uniform, or rather, against Mori's stomach. In his worry he had crushed her to his stomach, forgetting how much tinier she was than him. She exuded a large presence so when he was actually in close proximity he was always startled by her petite frame.

She could feel his body rumble as he spoke.

"I am not joking. I cannot afford too."

She froze. He really wanted- no, needed her to help him out. But…why her? She mentally shrugged off that question. She could answer that later. But right now, a more pressing matter had struck a nerve. There she was, pressed all up against him, his body heat keeping her warm in the cool fall air. Her stomach turned over. Oh goodness, what was that she was smooshed up against. No, not his stomach, lower…

Oh god.

She pulled away, and he let her. She stared up at him, already missing the sense of safety and warmth. She cleared her throat and he looked over at the school, impassive and stoic as always.

"Let's go. Tamaki will be having a fit," Haruhi said, in an attempt to break the silence.

"Ah."

Mori picked up the surprisingly still asleep Honey and hefted him over onto his shoulders. With a glance at Haruhi, he began walking, Haruhi struggling slightly to keep up.

Curses on his long legs! Haruhi mused, eyeing Mori from behind. She was amazed that she had never noticed the way his back moved beneath the azure jacket. She pondered what it would be like to run her hands down his back, feeling every muscle, every imperfection- well, if he had imperfections.

Why the hell am I thinking about Mori-senpai like this!?

Far too soon they had reached the 3rd music room, and not a moment too late. It was almost opening time, and Tamaki had a fit when Mori and Haruhi had strolled through the door.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Tamaki shouted, launching himself from across the room.

"I was so worried that something had happened to you, my darling daughter!" Tamaki cried, burying his face in Haruhi shoulder. "I was so afraid that you would get hurt, and Daddy would never forgive himself!"

Haruhi glanced over at Mori, who was eyeing Tamaki with a strange look. Almost, possessiveness.

"Senpai? I was with Mori senpai and Honey senpai. I was fine. I promise. Now get off me!"

Tamaki backed up, and looked Haruhi up and down, as if checking for any noticeable problems. He then sighed, and struck a pose.

"Now, if we are all in attendance, the Host Club is now open for business!"

The day passed by uneventfully. Fawning fan girls came and went, drinking expensive tea and chatting far too much for Haruhi's taste. She chanced a glance over at Mori's and Honey's table. Honey was chatting away, munching his cake and showing Usa-chan off with no shame. The bubbly boy had captivated the entire table, while Mori sipped his tea. Suddenly, as if he knew that Haruhi had been looking at him, he met her eyes.

Her stomach turned over, and she crossed her legs discreetly. She spunkily chanced a wink and was rewarded by Mori's eyes widening.

Finally the last girl had left for the evening, and the Host club was relaxing. Haruhi was gazing out the window at the dying sun. It hadn't sunk yet, but for some reason it was so reassuring.

A hand rested on her shoulder, and she knew instantly from the heat it exuded that Mori was behind her.

"Senpai?"

"Hn."

"I was thinking…and I would be more than honored to be with you and help you with your situation," Haruhi said. She could see his reflection ever-so-slightly in the window, and was worried when he didn't grunt his reply.

She heard him intake a deep breath, then lean down and whisper into her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck and causing her stomach to twirl.

"You do know that that involves sleeping with me?"

"Senpai!"

She whirled around, eyes wide, cheeks pink. She really hadn't thought about that part of it, but…she could get used to the idea.

His own cheeks were slightly tinged, as he continued to stare out of the window. Luckily the rest of the Host club were either out of earshot or not paying attention and talking too loudly to hear Haruhi's outburst.

"Sl-sleep with you? Senpai, I don't… understand."

She understood alright, but it was hard for the concept to sink in. She rather assumed that Mori was an asexual being, just there, safe and calm. She couldn't imagine him stripping down, getting all hot and sweaty, and doing…it. Especially with her!

"Mori-senpai. I gave you my answer. I will do-

It with you all night long

-whatever it takes for everything to work out and if that means-

Doing you, then hell yes I will!

-sleeping with you, I will."

Mori gazed at her calmly, but behind his steel eyes, a fire was burning. Who knew that this tiny girl, this naïve and charming female would agree to be with him. He had honestly expected her too turn him down. But because she was the only female he felt really comfortable with, he wasn't sure what he would have done.

"I appreciate it."

Typical Mori. The less words, the better.

But then again, actions speak louder than words.

And in an instant, his actions had proven he cared once again. A baseball had come soaring through the air towards the window and would've hit Haruhi square in the head if he hadn't moved her.

Before she knew what was going on, she was straddling Mori, her face against his neck, his arms around her waist. The tinkling of shattering glass had the Host club aroused, concerned, but Haruhi heard none of that. All she knew was the smell of Mori swirling around her, the warmth, and strength that enveloped her. She squirmed slightly, trying to get away, half trying to get closer. As she did so, the friction of her rubbing against his hips made him inhale sharply.

If she kept this up, he would have some explaining to do.

She then impulsively planted her lips against his neck, the slight suction causing him to close his eyes.

Fuck. Why is she doing that? She must have no idea what thi-

Haruhi froze. Something hard was pressing against her stomach. Something hard and warm. She sat back to look at Mori's face. His eyes were half lidded and dark, and a flush had spread across his cheeks. He gazed back at her, relishing in his lack of control. If a mere kiss had done that, he was nervous about the whole 'making an heir'.

Ohmigawd. He's turned on. Is that a b-

"Baseball?!" came a voice from around the corner. It sounded like Hikaru.

Kaoru's voice joined in, then Tamaki.

"Where's my daughter?"

In a blink, Mori was standing, any evidence of arousal hidden very well, and Haruhi was hauled to her feet, albeit shakily.

"Here, Tamaki. Safe and sound," Mori replied, propelling Haruhi forward.

Oh god. I cannot believe

that just happened.