Title: Room Set for Two
Pairing: HaruGou
Rating: M
Warning: Sexytimes, ahoy.
Summary: Collection of miscellaneous HaruGou lemons. Some are sweeter than others. Inspired by Tumblr's 30-Day NSFW Challenge.
Author's Note: You all are much too sweet with your feedback, so I figured it was about time I sat my butt down and cranked out another chapter to you lovely folks :) I think I'm going to start uploading these to Tumblr as well, cause why the hell not. I think Haru's lack of people skills might present some serious communication problems in the relationship and, even though Gou gets pretty good at understanding him, there are surely times were she misinterprets his actions as something else. Haru was really hard to write this time, too. I think he would be really clumsy in love, and not totally comfortable with expressing himself, so I attempted to portray that in this. Also, major props to my lovely roomie for helping me with some of the ideas and whatnot. She was a huge help! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Oh, the things I would do if I owned this franchise…

Day 24: Shy

The silence was suffocating.

Haru floundered for something, anything, to say to break the ever-growing tension between the two, which for someone who normally flourished in soundlessness, was impossibly difficult. Everything he thought of to help alleviate some of the edge sounded too stale, too impersonal, and would only serve to antagonize her further. Every shred of self-preservation he had was screaming at him to keep his mouth shut, or he would regret it.

And so, he resigned himself to watching the red ponytail swish back and forth as she stomped up the familiar road to his house, trying not to be distracted by the way her hips swayed enticingly from underneath her charming dress.

The walk seemed to drag, even when his simple house peaked over the top of the others. It was strange, how empty the house felt whenever he came home from university. The only time energy seemed to seep into the hollow rooms and lifeless hallways was when she was there, filling up his lonely existence with her endless daylight.

She let herself in- he rarely locked it, another thing she liked to pick at him about- and slammed the door closed before he had the chance to reach out and grab it.

What's mine is yours, his mind snapped bitterly. The guilt pushed its way in even before the thought was completed, despite his frustration with his petite girlfriend.

He sighed, preparing himself, before forcefully pushing open the wooden door.

He found her in his room, redoing her hair in the mirror. She didn't spare him a glance when he walked in, putting all of her attention into what he thought to be a simple hairstyle.

The strained calm continued, causing uneasiness to settle over him. He didn't like her giving him the silent treatment. He was so used to her enthusiastic chatter flowing easily through the room in a way that left him envious of her skill and adoring the way her eyes shone as she spoke of her day.

Even during their typical arguments, she would scream herself hoarse, her energy flowing with the frustration she was feeling in waves. For with passion, comes arguments, and the more you love someone, the more likely it is you want to rip your hair out because of how utterly impossible they are.

But this, he wasn't sure he liked. She was cold and distant, lacking any of the emotion he coveted, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

After a bit further deliberation, and the uncharacteristically optimistic hope that she would be the one to speak first squashed, Haru spoke quietly, but damn if it didn't feel so loud after the silence.

"Kou…"

She continued brushing her hair, letting out a deceptively sweet "Hmm?"

He resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. This was going to be harder than he thought.

"I'm sorry about tonight," he grumbled, embarrassed. Apologizing has never been his forte, and yet here he stands, shuffling his weight uncomfortably from side to side. If only he had a quarter for every time he put himself out there for her sake, he would be a much wealthier man. Not that it mattered much, anyway.

Wide ruby eyes blinked innocently as she finally spared him a glance. If he didn't know her as well as he did, he would have thought she was being genuine in her pacifistic state. Unfortunately for Haru, he knew much better than to be fooled by the way her lashes fluttered wholesomely. "Whatever for, Haruka-senpai?"

Ouch. He cringed at the formal use of his name. Ever since they got together- was that really almost a year ago? - she had made a point to just call him Haru when they were alone. He has always felt a measure of apprehension towards his parents for their feminine choice of address, but there was something about the soft lulling of her melodic voice that made it the most wonderful sound to ever be sung in the world.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Kou."

Yikes, that came out harsher than he intended. Why was he so bad at this 'being gentle' thing?

Haru could see all the pretenses flow from her expression immediately as her expression hardened and the fire returned to light up her captivating eyes.

Good, he thought, she's better like this. He would take a screaming, infuriated Gou over the cold, detached Gou any day.

"No, Haruka-senpai, I don't think I do. Could it be how I never get to see you, and as soon as I do, you act like you want me to leave you alone? Or, could it be how I showed you my acceptance letter to University of Tokyo, something I worked really hard for, and you act like you couldn't care less? Or," she spat, her voice rising with every word, "could it be how as soon as I mention helping with the swim team, so I can support and spend time withyou, you point blank tell me you don't want me around? Hell, I'm surprised you even followed me out of the restaurant, since you clearly wanted me gone so badly!"

She looked ready to throw the hairbrush at his head as he stared wide-eyed at his ranting girlfriend. His silence as he internally processed what she had been venting only seemed to further frustrate her.

Groaning desperately, her voice took on a much more defeated characteristic. "Honestly, Haru, I just get so sick of this. There are times when you just make me feel so… helpless. I don't know what to do."

All at once, he was struck by how defenseless she appeared. Her arms wrapped around her torso as she hugged herself and her downcast eyes swarmed with unshed tears of frustration. Never did he intend to cause such grief to overwhelm her, and Haru found himself wondering how long she had been feeling like this.

Remorse gnawed at his stomach, making it churn with shame as he reflected on his behavior of the night. He was thrilled to see her, absolutely ecstatic, and that was part of the problem. He had certainly not been blessed with the ability to verbally express himself, and often times that was the cause of their major blowouts. But never did he think she would be so hurt by his curse. The very idea of him being the cause of her uncertainty made him nauseous.

Knowing if he spoke now he would only serve to hurt her more, Haru did the only thing he could, and took one step towards her. She seemed unsure of his new proximity, and made to turn away from him, which he quickly put a stop to. He swiftly pulled her towards him and into his arms, holding her closely to his chest. His grip was firm, clearly stating that he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.

As soon as some of the tension left her body, she rested her head delicately against the smooth material of his shirt, her hands coming up to lightly settle on the sturdy plan of his chest. She wasn't returning the embrace, but she also wasn't moving away, like he had feared she would do. This was a good start.

Softly, Haru whispered, "I'm sorry. And," she seemed surprised at his tender words as the stiffness returned momentarily to her limbs, "I did miss you. A lot."

She pulled away just enough to peek into the steely blue of his eyes. He was almost reluctant to give her even this much room, when he was relishing the feeling of having her soft frame cradled against him. It really had been far too long since he'd been home. School and practice had kept him much busier than he could handle, and because of that it had been nearly two months since the last time he had been with her for longer than a few hours. Skype didn't compare to the reality of having her there in the flesh.

"Then what's with you tonight? Come on, Haru, you need to talk to me," her anger had subsided, and instead she seemed desperate to reason with him.

Carefully considering his phrasing, Haru explained, "I was… worried about today. I didn't know how to act since it's been so long." Gou opened her mouth to respond, but he shook his head, encouraging her to let him finish. "And, about the school thing, I am happy you got accepted. I know how badly you want to go to Tokyo, and honestly, I want you there, too. I just, well, you know how I get. A few of the guys on the team saw you last time you came to a competition and I didn't like the way they were talking about you."

He fought down the blush that started to spread from his admission. Gou seemed totally startled by the revelation. Haru swears she has no idea how irresistible she is. He never really took himself as the jealous type until they started dating, he never thought he would care enough to get jealous in the first place, but she always manages to surprise him.

"I didn't know," she whispered.

Haru shrugged and directed his gaze to an insignificant spot on the wall, trying to make light of the situation. "Because I never told you."

She hesitated, considering his words. He didn't doubt she was remembering some of his previous jealous streaks. She shook her head firmly, coming to a conclusion.

"But you can't act like this every time someone seems interested in me. Give me a little credit," she gave him a light smile, the first one since they had gone out to eat, "I don't want anyone but you."

Even though he knew he should have been well aware of this fact, it was still a relief to hear her say it. Part of him was still so new at this, and he couldn't help wondering how long they would make it before she got sick of his mistakes and left. Being at University only served to amplify his worries that she would find someone here who wasn't so complex, wasn't so uncomfortable with self-expression. Someone who could give her what she deserves.

He never could grasp why, of all people, she chose him. She had guys throwing themselves at her left and right, yet she picked the awkwardly stoic, misunderstood, hydrophilic swimmer that couldn't relate to his peers to save his life. It made no sense to him, yet he would always be grateful for the chances she has given him.

Leaning in, Haru grazed his lips over hers shyly; concerned she might pull away from him. It was palpable, the way he could feel the weight lift from his shoulders when she stood on the tip of her toes to continue the embrace. He returned the gesture in full, slowly caressing her with as much care as he could put into the kiss. Her arms found their way to his neck; carefully toying with the hair on the back of his neck in a way he absolutely loved. He circled her thin waist, pulling her closer, and when that wasn't enough, he pulled her with him to the bed.

Sitting down on the edge, Gou landed in his lap, a knee on either side. How his shirt had landed on the floor, he wasn't sure, but suddenly all he could feel was the sensation of her small hands tracing the outline of his abdomen, his chest, everything. His voice caught in his throat when he tried to breath her name and all that mattered was this infuriatingly perfect woman who was kissing the sensitive area just right of his collar bone and causing him to feel more than he has in all eighteen years of his life.

It took every part of his willpower to pull away from her ravishing, but with the fight still fresh in his mind, he knew he had to say something to fully clear his conscience.

"I really am sorry," he rasped out, voice thick with desire.

Her lips twitched upwards, teasing him, the very personification of sin.

"Then you better make it up to me."

He made quick work of her dress; leaving her in a simple white lace set that made his mouth go dry and vision darken with lust. Her hips shifted against his in a way he swore should have been illegal and any shred of self-control he had totally diminished as he grasped the hypnotic curve of her hip.

The rest of the their clothing was strewn across his room from their reckless, needy hands with little care where it ended up.

Their movements were slow, sensual, and hopelessly fulfilling as she continued to move on his lap. Her fingers grasped at his hair, nails brushing against his scalp in a way he has come to love. He hugged her closer still, dusting her neck with his kisses as she whimpered sweetly into his ear.

They reached their peak simultaneously, a chorus of moans and desperate hands. Their breathing came in heavy bursts, mixing with each other's as their foreheads met.

Spent, both mentally and physically, Haru lay back onto the comforter, pulling Gou with him. She settled nicely onto his chest, hair fanning out to cover his side. His long fingers slid through the silky strands, relishing in the feel of her curled up against him.

"You sure you're not gonna get sick of me at school next year?"

"Probably."

The corners of his mouth lifted subtly, his gaze holding an unusually playful hint in their blue depths.

These dorks. I swear. Anywho, thank you all for reading! If there's anything you all would like to see, feel free to give me an idea! Up next is either a locker room scene, or possibly Skype. Let me know which one seems more up your alley ;) Reviews are appreciated!