The Villa was quite beautiful. It was a giant house, with many rooms, with bathrooms attached, almost hotel like. Each member of the Host Club had their own room, except for Hikaru and Kaoru of course, who still insisted upon sharing. Takashi lay in his bed that night, thinking of Haruhi. He couldn't sleep, she enveloped every part of his mind, had integrated herself into every thought. Seeing her today, talking with her, walking with her on the beach, that awoke the feelings he had been trying so hard to push away lately. He had all but given up on her, but today…
He shook his head. What was wrong with him? He answered his own question. Absolutely nothing was wrong with him, she was just so beautiful. He thought about her today, wearing shorts and a black t shirt. She was no longer pretending to be male, and just was who she was, which he adored. For her last year at Ouran she had to bandage her breasts to keep her body from betraying her secret. Takashi wondered whether it was Tamaki's suggestion or Kyouya's. Probably Kyouya. It just made him so angry, because she was in such obvious pain. One time when he and Mitsukuni had come back to visit, he had followed Haruhi back to the changing room, concerned because she appeared to be in pain. She couldn't breathe. He was so angry that anyone would suggest he do that, and wanted to carry her away to a place where she didn't have to hurt or pretend. But now, she was just herself. Her shorts and t shirt showed off her womanly figure perfectly. The way her waist and hips curved… he shuddered.
He tried not to think about Haruhi like this. He tried to think clean thoughts about her, but every once and a while, his body would take over, and show him what his more bestial side would like to do to her. It was never rough, never hurtful, but he didn't want to think of her that way until she was his. It was not his body to fantasize about. But the pictures took over his mind anyways. He pictured Haruhi without her shirt, her round breasts and curvy figure. He felt his manhood pulse, and with a grunt removed it from his boxers. He would have to take care of this. Haruhi deserved to be treated with the upmost respect and grace, and not treated lustfully, like how he was thinking of her now. He had to get these pictures out of his head.
He ran his hand over his hardness, moaning at the feeling of pleasure moving through his body. Haruhi was with him… kissing him with those soft lips. It was her hands on his manhood, not his own, stroking softly. Takashi's breathing became heavy. He wanted her, oh how he wanted her. She was sucking on him now, he was inside her glorious mouth. He let out a slightly louder moan, stroking faster and faster. He was inside her now, inside her womanhood, pleasuring her, hearing her moan, hearing her call out his name. He came then with a loud grunt, as Haruhi came in his fantasy… She was calling his name as she came… Takashi… Takashi…
"Takashi?" She called from the other side of his door.
SHIT! "Uh… one moment." Takashi called, reaching for Kleenex to mop up his mess. He pulled on boxers, then pajama pants, leaving his shirt off. Why was she knocking? What did she want?
Takashi opened the door, revealing Haruhi in a purple nightgown, obviously picked out for her by Mitsukuni. Mitsukuni knew, though Takashi told no one, that his favorite color was purple. It framed her body beautifully. His manhood throbbed again. Oh no, not now. She came to his room too quickly after his release, he was still in this frame of mind. She deserved much better than these dirty thoughts.
"Hi Takashi!" She said with a small wave, and blushed. Why was she blushing? Takashi was confused.
"Hey Haruhi" he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. "What's up?"
"I actually wanted to talk to you… about earlier"
Earlier? He felt a rock drop in his stomach. She was here to reject him. But all of a sudden she was kissing him, her lips on his, so soft…
"Takashi, are you going to answer the door or not?" Damn, another fantasy, he had to pull himself together.
He opened the door, and there stood Haruhi, in pajama pants and a tank top, though they were purple like his fantasy. She smiled at him.
"Hi Haruhi, what's up?" He asked, shuffling from foot to foot, staring down at the floor awkwardly.
"I wanted to talk to you Takashi, about earlier, but if you're sleeping, we can talk about it later. I just wanted to make sure we weren't going to be spied on by the others…" She glanced around suspiciously, obviously looking for Tamaki or the twins.
The same rock dropped in his stomach, but this time, she didn't lean in and kiss him, she just stood expectantly in the doorway, waiting for his response.
"Come in" He gestured her in to his room, turning on the lights. He sat down on the edge of his bed, and to his surprise, Haruhi sat next to him.
"I don't quite know how to ask this Takashi…" She whispered. He looked at her, but she averted her gaze from him. What did she want from him? Would now be the time to ask? He was busy thinking about what he should do, when she asked, "Did you really mean what you said earlier, about me being more beautiful than the sunset?"
"Of course" he muttered. "You were always the most beautiful…" He blushed, ducking his head, his stoic expression broken. He couldn't lie to her, he had to tell her how he felt. "Haruhi… I…" he gulped. It was now or never.
He got on one knee in front of her so he could look her in the eyes. "Haruhi… will you be my girlfriend? I will always make sure you are happy, like I have tried to do for all these years now. I will protect you always. I've wanted to ask you for so long now, but after what happened with Kyouya, I was unsure how you'd react. I love you. So please Haruhi, will you be mine?"
It was the longest speech she'd ever heard Takashi make. She was surprised. Before today, she had no idea that he felt this way, but everything started to fall in to place: the way he rejected other girls, the way he always tried to make things more convenient for her, the way he always gave her his strawberries… He was always doing sweet things for her and expected nothing in return. It turns out he'd admired her from a distance for all this time. A single tear escaped her eyelid. Everything suddenly made sense. She reached out and touched his face, caressing his cheek with a gentle touch, causing him to sigh.
She had felt this way about Takashi for a long time too. She had tried to push those feelings aside, knowing she would never be a good match for any of her Host club friends. She had never imagined that Takashi felt the same.
Haruhi nodded in reply, and Takashi almost cried from joy. "Will you really?" He asked. "Do you really mean it?"
"Yes of course!" Haruhi exclaimed. "Do you think I'd joke about something like that?"
"Why me?" Takashi asked. "You could have had one of the others."
"You were the one that was always silently watching out for me, but letting me have my own space. You never obsessed over me, you just let me live my life, and helped however you can without inconveniencing me. You cared enough to let me have my own space. And even now, now that we're older, you still watch out for me. And over time, I've come to love you too." Haruhi said.
Takashi sighed. She saw that it was he who cared. He stood, and pulled Haruhi to her feet, wrapping his arms around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him close. He loved her, and now he knew that she loved him. He reached down and tilted up her chin, so that way he could look in her eyes. She was crying, one of the few times he'd ever seen her do so, but she smiled up at him. He felt brave then, in that moment. He leaned down, and lightly pressed his lips to hers. The feeling was glorious, everything he'd imagined it to be and more. Her lips were soft beneath his, and matched his movements. He pulled her slightly closer, placing a hand on the small of her back, and she pulled his head down a little farther, moving up on her tiptoes. Her body set his on fire, and his manhood pulsed again. He was sure Haruhi felt it, because she gasped.
He broke the kiss, and blushed. "Sorry" he muttered. "I can't really control that."
"I like that you find me attractive" Haruhi whispered. "I have needs too you know…"
Takashi felt himself pulse again, and reminded himself that for now, it was important that they had to wait.
"Haruhi" he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "My family is very traditional, and it's important that this be done in an official manner. We will have to have chaperoned outings, and physical contact will be limited for a while, and affection certainly won't be public. And..." He said hesitantly, "Would your father approve of this?"
"I don't see why not" Haruhi said, shrugging her shoulders. "He respects my decisions. How would your family feel about me being a commoner? I don't have much money, remember?"
"If I don't care, they won't care, as long as you will make a good bride for me."
"You know" Haruhi said with a laugh, "this is the most I've heard you talk all at once"
That actually made Takashi laugh. "I suppose I don't really talk much."
"You talk more through your actions than your words Takashi, and that's okay with me." Haruhi smiled. Takashi smiled softly and kissed her forehead.
"It's late Haruhi" Takashi whispered. "I'll walk you back to your room"
As they walked, Haruhi took his hand, and he grinned like an idiot. This was everything he had wanted since he got to know her in the Host Club back at Ouran Academy. The waiting, the kindness, and the patience finally paid off. Now, it was in his hands. It was his job to love her and keep her happy.
When they reached her door Takashi leaned down and pulled her to him once more. He lightly pressed his lips to hers again, reveling in the softness. The affection was very chaste, as he knew it must be for a while.
"Sleep well Haruhi" He said. "I will see you in the morning"
"Yep. And then we should tell the others, huh? I wonder how they'll react."
Takashi nodded, gave her one last kiss on the forehead, and walked off, waiting for her to disappear in to her room before breaking off into a run.
"Mitsukuni!" He called. "Mitsukuni!" Mitsukuni opened his door, tired and confused, rubbing his eyes and holding Usu-chan. "Mitsukuni… she said yes!" Takashi exclaimed. Mitsukuni smiled up at his friend.
"Takashi, I knew she would"
