Title: Moments
Fandom: Ouran Host Club
Pairing: Kyo/Haru
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: Just a moment in Kyoya and Haruhi's marriage.
Ripppp...
Haruhi heard the rip before she saw it. She stared at her dress in dismay, before she sat down so quickly she nearly caused the table to topple over. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her husband, who sat next to her, exclaimed in shock before he gave her a look of confusion.
"What's the matter with you?" he whispered before he apologized to the lady next to him whose drink almost ended up in her lap.
Haruhi bowed her head to those around her, before she caught her husband's eye and pointed to the large rip in her dress. He seemed unable to hold back a small chuckle and she hissed at him to shut up.
Her name was called out and they stared at each other, both silent, before looking around the room.
"What do I do?" she asked as the Master of Ceremonies extended his hand towards her. She had just been called up to receive her 'Award for Excellence' in a room filled with her colleagues.
This moment should be one of her greatest, instead of the 'Gong Show' it was turning into! She stared wide eyed at her husband as others began to also call out her name.
"How bad is it?" he asked and she showed him the long rip, it was so bad that it ran all the way to her hip.
A high fashion gown, the designer had called it..as comfortable and useful as rice paper, was Haruhi's thoughts on the matter-what had she been thinking buying this dress? Oh right, she remembered, her husband's eyes had lit up when she'd tried it on.
Of all the stupid times to forgo comfort for female sexuality. When had she turned into this type of woman! And dear god, to make it worst-if she stood up, everyone would know that she wasn't wearing any undergarments!
WHY, oh why, had she agreed last night! Her husband had dared her, and he damn well knew she never backed down from a dare.
Of course, she had to marry a closet pervert, an amoral man that dared his wife to go to her award ceremony pantie-less! What was she to do?
The 'Master of Ceremonies' called her name again and she stared at her husband helplessly.
Without a word, he stood and she dropped her head to the table with a thud. Her mortification too acute to watch. She wondered what he was going to say, and looked up in dread, when instead of addressing the crowd from his chair, he began to walk to the podium.
Dear god, he wasn't about to pronounce, into the loud speaker, that she had a rip in her dress, was he?
She noticed that everyone stared back and forth between the two, and at that moment Haruhi seriously considered suicide as her only way out.
Her colleagues were asking her questions, but she ignored them as her husband walked to center stage.
She'd divorce him, she swore it! If he said anything about the dare. Wait no, divorce wasn't enough, no- she'd kill him if he did!
Her husband's eyes moved across the sea of confused faces before he smiled, the smile of a man who truly believed that no one could deny him anything. Haruhi held her breath and shut her eyes.
"My wife has indulged in my wish tonight."
Her eyes shot open and she stared at him in shock and mortification. He was going to mentioned the dare, oh dear god this wasn't happening!
"and I hope you'll indulge me tonight as well..."'he paused for a moment and she almost stood up to run out of the room screaming, but it was too late, her life was flashing before her eyes!
"I felt the need to stand here today and say: there is no one more deserving of this award for excellence than my wife."
Haruhi nearly fell out of her chair in relief and also from the tenderness in his voice. She heard a woman behind her huff and say that it was just like a man to steal his wife's thunder. While another woman across from her sighed as if she was witnessing an scene from one of those ridiculous romantic novel. Both reactions did nothing but increase Haruhi's embarrassment.
"I assure you that this is not my traditional sensibilities that are coming into play, but my wife's modesyt and my desire to announce my pride openly that lead to this." he smiled at his wife with admiration, but only she noticed the slightly teasing look he sent her way. She tightened her hands in a grip, wishing his neck was within them.
"My dear, I could not be prouder of you. You ripped..." and the look he gave her when he said this made her grit her teeth, "...into my life and tore my dull life to shreds. Only to fill it with light and sound."
He smiled at the crowd as he held up her award. The crowd cheering as he began to walk towards her.
Her smile was forced and her mortification acute. When he sat down next to her and handed her the award, the crowd began to clap again. She hid her face with one hand as she glanced up at her husband. Her eyes narrowed, "that was utterly embarrassing?"
The crowd believing her all the more modest for her actions, smiled collectively before facing the stage once more.
Her husband still wore his public smile but his eyes were filled with true mirth.
"Are you suggesting that my words of love weren't well received, my dear?" he asked with a tone of fake dismay.
She snarled at him, and he quietly chucked.
"If it wasn't for your perversion. This wouldn't have happened," she hissed.
He raised a brow as if confused by her words. "Perversions, my dear, I am not the one sitting around all her colleagues without any undergarments on."
"oh I could kill you right now!"
He took a sip of his wine to hide his smile. "my darling wife, if you did, then who would shield you when you attempted to flash your coworkers?"
