The next moment came after the SOS Brigade's movie shoot. It came as suddenly as the rest and Mikuru felt as though she were floating on air as Haruhi pressed against her an old broom closet in a deserted corner of school. Everyone else was enjoying the festivities of the Cultural Festival: the sounds of students pedaling their class projects and the excited shouts of fun could be heard even where they were. The busy atmosphere was almost suffocating, the enthusiasm and excitement almost tangible in the air as people buzzed about and in the back her mind Mikuru knew that this time, she should probably stop Haruhi, only so their friends did not come looking for them. After all Mikuru was supposed to be waitressing for her class and Haruhi was supposed to be hosting their movie.

The movie…

That had been an ordeal, Mikuru never wanted to experience again. The way Haruhi had been barking orders, the way she had looked at Mikuru in the maid out and in that ridiculous bunny girl costume, the redhead had nearly lost herself several times and attacked Haruhi in front of everyone.
"How was it my fault?" Haruhi had asked when earlier, Mikuru had come to her, red faced with anger and want and for the first time had dragged Haruhi off, by the ear no less, and then proceeded to chew her girlfriend-because that was what she was whether Haruhi could admit to herself or not- about leaving her so needy and not taking responsibility. Surprised Haruhi had apologized, promising to make it up to the girl at some point.

"'At some point' is not soon enough Haruhi!" Mikuru had yelled then, beyond angry that Haruhi really believed it was a problem that could wait. Not knowing what to do, Haruhi had all but tackled Mikuru into the closet and then proceeded to "make up".

Mikuru moaned as Haruhi ran her tongue between her breasts, and then nearly scream when the younger girl latched onto one of the firm, creamy peaks. It had always baffled her how Haruhi could make almost everything feel so good, so exhilarating. It always felt so invigorating when the girl's hot, wet mouth ghosted across her skin and when her nimble fingers moved across her body like so many small needles, pushing ecstasy beneath her flesh.

Haruhi breathed out a raspy sigh against Mikuru's stomach, making the girl quiver and shake, her body arching to try and reach the brunettes retreating touch. "God, Mikuru! I love it when you sound like that."

Mikuru brushed, but kept the kept it out of her voice as she said "Makes me wonder why it took you so long to do." It was out of character for her to be so cheeky, but the prolonged abstinence had made her unnaturally edgy (earlier she had even yelled at Kyon to stop ogling her so openly and then "accidentally" poured hot tea on Koizumi when he had made some smart statement about the exchange).

Haruhi let out a raspy chuckle and pressed herself against her girlfriend's aching body. "You act so different when you're horny. Haha It's pretty funny to see, considering how timid you are any othe-"She was cut off as Mikuru's hands wrapped hers arms around her neck and mashed their lips together in a rough passionate kiss.

It was broken, moments later when finally they had to stop to breathe. Mikuru panted a little, her breath coming out short puffs. "Haruhi?"

"Yeah?"

"Please just hurry up."

A/N Well I made another one and it's…ok. Still trying to learn some skills and well I kind of rushed this one. Different than the last I think. UM hope you enjoyed reading and thanks forgetting this far seriously.