"Kyoya?" Haruhi questioned as she looked up from the papers she was looking through at her desk, she had spent all day cooped up in her office preparing for her next case. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and that twinkle of mischief in his eyes just like he had the other day. "Mmm." He hummed in response as he crossed the room, placing both palms down on her desk as he leaned over so that his face was just inches away from hers. She could feel his breath tickling the tip of her nose as he starred into her eyes. "Yes, Haruhi?" He asked softly, causing goosebumps to spread across her skin like a flame. "What are you doing here?" She managed to ask between gulps as she adjusted her gaze from his eyes to his lips. She was drawn to them, and she wondered to herself when she started to see Kyoya this way. Ruggedly handsome, desirable, available even if she dared to think attraction she felt definitely wasn't from when they were in high school. She never allowed herself to think of him in such a way, she knew he was going to be married off or at least she thought he was. She wasn't in the business of dreaming for something outside her reach, but he wasn't outside her grasp anymore.

No, Kyoya was free now. She would even go so far as to say he was officially on the market, seeing as he was in charge of his future and who he spent his life with. That fact alone has brought her many sleepless nights and she was exhausted from the thoughts that plagued her mind each night, and now here he was in her office leaning just mere inches away from her face. All she really needed to do was lift her head up and they would... No, she couldn't. She can't let her mind run wild, it was still too soon and she had to remind herself that they didn't have any chemistry. She could not, she will not kiss Kyoya Ootori. But she wanted to, the desire was almost uncontrollable, a wildfire burning within her boiling in the pit of her stomach. She was going to give in but without warning he shifted away from her and she felt cold from the absence of his presence invading her space. With a quiet whimper she looked up at him trying to read his expression. It was no use, Kyoya was back to old the Kyoya. That flicker of emotion that danced in his eyes gone. Replaced by a cold steely gaze. Without a word he turned, walking away. She jumped up to stop him calling out his name but he didn't hear her. She could only watch his figure disappear as she called out for him before her world went dark.

"Another strange dream," Haruhi muttered as she picked her phone up off her nightstand and hit the button to turn off her alarm. This dream had been different, in fact since the day she ran into Kyoya she's had a different dream about him each night for the past week. She was no longer tormented by the same reoccurring dream; no, her mind was way more wicked now. These dreams were all a little different, each one being a situation of her and Kyoya in her office with her fighting some uncontrollable desire to kiss him. But each time before she could he would turn and walk away without a word. The feeling these dreams stirred within her was also unsettling as her heart fluttered and her stomach flipped at the memory of them. Each morning her blush would creep up to her ears and she'd have to calm her sputtering heartbeat down with breathing exercises.

It's not like she could talk to Kyoya about these dreams either. It's not the same as it was last time, and she would never mention this to Tamaki. No no no no, that would be the end of her. He would take things way out of context and overreact on an inhuman level. He of all people could never know. With a heavy sigh Haruhi crawled out of bed, exhausted. It was true that she's had trouble sleeping since these dreams began. Most nights she would find herself lying in bed starring at the ceiling counting the seconds away as her mind tried to rationalize her dreams. She hasn't had a breakthrough as of yet and if she didn't get some real rest and soon she was going to be off her game. "Curse you Kyoya Ootori." She growled as she quickly got ready for the day. She was too exhausted to go through her full morning routine, but she wasn't needing to make an appearance in court today so it was fine. Throwing her hair up in a messy bun and pinning the fly away strands down with bobby pins she played with her bangs trying to give them some lift. After a few minutes of failing she decided that she looked good enough and changed for work.

It wasn't like she was going to be seeing anyone important today anyways. No, she had a full day locked away in her office doing the part of her job that she loved best. Research. The case wasn't due to be presented for another couple weeks but she loved nothing more than being prepared. Thankful for the distraction of work Haruhi collected her things and head out her door, looking forward to what the day would bring.

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Shuffling the papers on her desk Haruhi blew her bangs out of her eyes with a huff as she read over the information. This was going to be a simple case; the evidence was overwhelming so her win was practically guaranteed. She just had to present it the right way. With a groan she looked over at her phone which was buzzing uncontrollably. Tamaki was taking it upon himself to blow up her phone. She forgot to text him back that day when she went for coffee with Kyoya and she's been unable to message him back since for fear of letting her current problem slip out. Tamaki could always read her like a book and there was no lying to him. He saw through everything. As much of an idiot he could be about himself he was specifically in tune to anything regarding her. Unable to focus from the constant distraction she grabbed her phone and powered it off. She was going to call Tamaki tonight, she just needed to get through work first. He would probably assume she's in court or something and let up some, at least she hoped that would be the case. She always turned her phone off when she was in court and he knew that.

A few minutes passed and Haruhi was so drawn into her thoughts she didn't notice her assistant standing in her doorway at first. "Ms. Fujioka, you have a call on line one. I think you really want to get it." Rubbing her temple she waved her assistant out and cursed under her breath. She knew exactly who was calling, and she swore that if he wasn't currently in Paris she would strangle him right now. Taking a few calming breaths, she picked up the line, giving her usual business response when she answered her phone at work.

"Haruhi my lovely daughter why have you been ignoring daddy." Came his wailing cry as soon as she picked up. Biting back the snappy remark that almost flew out of her mouth she collected herself before responding. "I've been busy Senpai, I'm working right now." She had hoped he would get the hint, but that was wishful thinking.

"I get that my dear but I wanted to know how your outing with mommy went."

"You guys aren't my parents," she growled as she picked up another form to look over while they were talking. This one didn't require half as much of her attention and at least she could keep working while listening to him ramble about how unfair she's been treating him.

"I've been thinking about visiting you know, I'm jealous that everyone now gets to see you whenever they want and I can't. It would also be nice to see Kyoya too, it's been a while…" he mused as he spaced out completely lost in his own little daydream of a big happy family reunion. "That's it, I'm coming!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"Don't waste your time Senpai." Came her uninterested reply. Tamaki about dropped his phone as her words stuck his heart. "I need to come, you're so cold to me recently. I need to rekindle the fire of our father daughter bond or I'll lose you forever."

"You don't need to rekindle anything, I'm just busy with work and I'm a little tired."

"Are your dreams still tormenting you?" He asked in genuine concern for her health.

"I've just had a lot on my mind." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the complete truth. She knew she was caught from the way Tamaki hummed on the other line as if he was building up towards some sudden realization.

"Are you still dreaming of other guys?" he whispered, as if the question itself was sinister.

"No one's dreaming of anyone, especially not you. I have a lot of work to do right now. I have to go!" slamming her phone down Haruhi tried to control her rapidly spreading blush. She was not going to have that conversation with him, she shouldn't have even told him about her dreams in the first place. Now he's going to get all kinds of outrageous ideas and bug her with them constantly.

"Stupid idiot." She mumbled under her breath as she grabbed a handful of papers before freezing in place, the feeling of a certain gaze upon her. An all too familiar pair of eyes, the same ones that haunt her at night were starring directly at her. "Not anyone I know, is it?" Kyoya asked, as he leaned against her doorframe with his arms crossed. Haruhi's first reaction was to pinch herself. There was no way she was still sleeping, absolutely no freaking way. Discretely, so that she didn't draw attention enough to question her state of mind or her mental health Haruhi shifted one of her hands down to sit on her leg where she proceeded to pinch her outer thigh as hard as she could through her skirt. Not dreaming she thought as she gently rubbed the now tender area knowing that was going to leave a mark.

"Kyoya, what can I do for you?" She squeaked while trying to act normal. He uncrossed his arms and quickly crossed her office, running his index finger across the edge of her desk he leaned against into, his eyes scanning the room before fixing on hers. "I finally got settled in and realized that my office is surprisingly close to yours. I was going to see if you'd be interested in grabbing lunch. I quite enjoyed that coffee shop you introduced me to the other day and I wanted to get to know other places that were in the area for a quick bite."

As he was talking Haruhi found her gaze trailing from his eyes down to his lips. Mentally slapping herself to snap out of it she smiled half-heartedly at him, lunch with Kyoya was not exactly something she wanted to add to her agenda for the time being. She still didn't know why she was having these dreams about him and she was sure she would make an embarrassing fool of herself if she spent any lengthy amount of time with him.

"It seems that you're rather busy though, perhaps another time." As he turned to walk away panic rose within Haruhi as she watched him go, the same panic she felt in her dreams each night. Without thought she called out his name letting out a sigh of relief when he turned his piercing gaze back on her. She didn't know what possessed her to stop him but she couldn't really turn back now. "I'm sorry if I seemed uninterested. I'm a little tired and it's starting to affect me. I'm a little slow today you could say, but I haven't eaten yet. So if you have time I can grab lunch with you." She didn't know if it was his smile or the way he walked back towards her and casually brushed his hand against her arm as he leaned over to grab her bag for her, but her heart stopped for a second and she wondered to herself what she had just agreed to.

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This chapter just kind of happened. I have a clear idea now on how I want to build things up between the two. As always I appreciate the support and any suggestions you all may have. Thank you again and I hope this chapter entertains a little until things get more interesting. Which, they definitely will in due time. I don't like to rush into things, so I hope you all don't get bored until that time comes.