When I Dream of You

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Author's Musings: I'm sorry this took me a million years to publish. I've been busy like crazy. Damn schooling and work. :]

Mori sat up straight up right in bed, panting heavily, far too aware of his…uh, morning friend. A light sweat had broken across his body, concentrated on his chest. He had had the most vivid dream he had ever experienced, and well, it was more than a little upsetting.

Why did I dream about Haruhi? I mean, that's so…female. But I did dream about sex. That's not so unusual. Hn. But it was so real. Like we actually did. Hn.

He lay back down, the damp sheets clinging to his back. This wouldn't be awkward at the club later today. He rolled over, oomphing as he did so, reaching for his cell phone. No new messages, and it was already 6:23. Time to get up.

For the whole day, fragments of his dream kept flying through his mind, tickling little bits of his psyche, especially when he was supposed to pay attention. Like now, for instance, while his literature teacher droned on.

Soon, he was unbuttoning her shirt, sliding his tongue up her flat torso. She gasped as he brushed a nipple.

He shook his head vigorously, causing Honey to look up at him worriedly.

"Any thing wrong Takashi?" the blonde inquired, placing a tiny hand on his arm. Mori shook his head and turned his gaze to his teacher, while simultaneously placing his hands in his pockets. But this was going to continue to plague him, he could feel it in his bones.

"Welcome to the Host Club, ladies," purred Tamaki, running a hand through his sexily (in his opinion) disheveled hair. The blue of his jacket enhanced his eyes, and the fluttering rose petals did nothing to subtract from the charm.

Where did all those rose petals come from anyways?

Haruhi tried to discreetly look at the ceiling, as if maybe they kept a container up there, but before she could get a satisfactory look, a voice called out to her. Judging by the menacing quality, it must be-

"Yes, Kyoya?" Haruhi sighed, crossing her arms. He wanted something. Kyoya pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and cleared his throat, shuffling papers with practiced ease.

"I need to ask you to do me a favor," he said, ignoring the glare he was receiving from the brunette.

"If you comply with my request, I will knock of 30% of your remaining debt."

She froze, then quickly began to run numbers through her head. But being human, instead of a shadow king, she failed, and decided to only nod.

"What's the request?" she asked, eyeing the boy carefully.

"I need you to cheer up Mori-senpai. He's been acting weird all day today, and frankly, the guest rate has fallen because no one wants to be with Mori-senpai when he gets like this. Not even Honey-senpai," he recited, then mock bowed.

"Good luck, Haruhi." He melted away amongst the thronging girls. Because she hadn't been booked for this afternoon, she stood, leaving her tea and cake without remorse. Winding her way through the girls proved more difficult, as they all wanted hugs and conversations and winks and kisses and everything under the stars, and Haruhi was in no position to grant these.

Finally, she reached the table where Mori was brooding and nursing a hard -on. She sat down across from him and looked at the vacant seats. Usually this table was thronging with females; the estrogen could be stifling. But now the cushioned seats held no one save for Haruhi and Mori. She watched him sip his tea indifferently.

"Senpai. Why've you been acting so-"

He pressed a finger to he lips, tracing the outline with care. He then stood, holding out his hand with an expectant look on his face.

She placed her hand in his, and followed him out of the 3rd music room. Hopefully no one noticed the two Hosts leaving hand in hand. Well…Kyoya did. He'd let them have an earful later. But considering his ability to know everything, he knew what Mori needed to do, and that it was best to leave them alone as much as possible, despite the Host Club.

Mori led her to an abandoned hallway, turned, and pressed her against the wall. As she braced herself, gasping slightly out of surprise, he hefted her legs up and around his waist. Damn. Now almost painfully close to each other, she felt her drive kicking in. Warmth tingled between her legs and she wiggled her hips, enjoying the friction. He muttered beneath his breath and pressed against her hard, his mouth on hers.

Surprised by his spontaneity and more than just a little bit turn on, she responded in full, slipping her tongue into his mouth and gripping his short black hair with her fists. Soon they were moaning and groaning like nobody's business. The suddenly a voice penetrated the hazy fog that was their mutual lust -

"Haruhi?!"

Author's Musings (Again): Okay. What's next? Who should see them in the throes of passion? Keep in mind Haruhi is still dressed as a boy, so...yeah. :]

Ideas?

Peace and Love