Yes, I am alive! My computer had a lot of issues but they are fixed now. So onto the next drabble. This one's for Katearah who requested the customers catch Mori and Haruhi doing something naughty. And also for Kantama who asked for kisses.
Drabble Four: For Love of Moe
It was a day like any other in the third music room. The Host Club was in full swing with girls swooning over the almost illegally handsome men of the Club.
Tamaki was entertaining a huge flock of women who seemed to coo over his every word and expression. A smaller group surrounded Hikaru and Kaoru who were acting out another tearful scene for their admirers who hugged each other over the joy of forbidden boy-boy love. Groups smaller in number (but equally fervent) also surrounded Kyouya and Hunny.
Mori and Haruhi had managed to slip away together during a free moment. Haruhi's excuse had been the frightful scarcity of tea to serve their guests so Tamaki had let her go without a second thought. Mori had just slipped away after his last designation took her leave with pink cheeks and a racing heart. This gave them a precious moment alone. One that the two couldn't help but take advantage of.
Mori had lifted the shorter Haruhi onto the counter. This left her lips perfectly in reach for the taller boy to kiss. Which is something he did with no hesitation and with Haruhi's eager cooperation. One kiss led to another and before they knew it, the two were wrapped in a torrid embrace.
It could have gone on forever if the water in the kettle hadn't reached its boiling point and whistled to the two inattentive lovers. Reluctantly they separated, only to be greeted by the sight of a huge crowd of girls watching with lustful, wistful eyes.
Haruhi fixed her mussed hair but could do nothing about her swollen, reddened lips and heavy lidded eyes. The sight of which drove the crows watching them into a frenzy of yaoi worship as they glanced from Mori's calm face and swollen lips to Haruhi's flushed face and bruising lips.
The weak of heart immediately fainted while their friends tried to revive them. Many had pulled out their cell phones and had taken videos or snapped pictures to commemorate the occasion. But all, including those lost to unconsciousness, had the foolish grin and lustful eyes of yaoi fangirls caught in the grip of their passion.
"We didn't know you liked boys, Mori-kun." One of the braver girls ventured.
Another nodded. "We would have never bothered you with our feelings had we
known."
A third sighed. "I had hoped Haruhi-san would turn out this way. He would make the perfect uke."
This set most of the crowd to nodding and murmuring amongst themselves to Haruhi's chagrin.
How do I get myself out of this? She wondered.