"You can bet she's earning her keep sleeping around...."
Tamaki hadn't thought that today was going to be any particularly special day. It was just an average Friday, and nothing had happened that was out of the ordinary…except that Haruhi had seemed a lot happier than usual as of late. She kept smiling on the way to his house, kept snuggling up against him. When he asked her what was up, she simply said that today had been a very good day for her.
Three hours later, Tamaki had to agree with her. Today had been an excellent day.
Today he and Haruhi had finally had sex. And it had been absolutely perfect.
They were still in his bed, just lying quietly together. Haruhi was staring at him, and Tamaki was absolutely in awe at how beautiful and peaceful she looked. It…it had been amazing.
She was amazing.
Things were absolutely perfect.
Unfortunately, Haruhi was not feeling the same way about having gone all the way.
She hadn't felt pressured at all; in fact, she had initialized it. After turning in her paper on time, Haruhi had felt so accomplished and much happier than she'd had in a while. It was pure relief, and she'd been practically giddy. She'd felt safe, she'd felt happy and she felt ready. Everything had been so incredibly amazing- up until the penetration. Then things had gone sour for her.
It had hurt. That, she had expected. It hadn't been terrible, not as bad as she'd heard it could be, but it definitely hadn't been…comfortable. What Haruhi hadn't expected was that it didn't get any better. Not once did she feel anything close to being pleasurable; it was just ten long minutes of endless friction. With all the thrusting and rubbing, it felt more like a work out than anything anyone would consider fun.
Tamaki apparently had enjoyed it, from his endless grin. He hadn't stopped smiling since he'd climaxed and rolled off of her. Haruhi couldn't help but feel a little jealous; why hadn't she felt what he had?
Tamaki was inching closer, and Haruhi was suddenly struck with the fear that he would want to do it again. She didn't think she could do it again so soon; hell, she couldn't consider having sex again for a while, not if that's what it felt like.
Instead, he kissed her softly and whispered, "I love you."
"Love you too," Haruhi said softly, wishing that the dull ache between her legs would disappear.
Haruhi had never found a greater need for a girl friend.
It was Sunday. She had done just as she had planned; her homework for the weekend was done, she'd completed her chores, and had even started to work on upcoming assignments.
But, her mind was elsewhere. She was still-oh, bothered wasn't the correct word, but it was close enough- bothered by how her first time went. She'd done research online, and found that it was common for the first time to hurt (which she knew), and even more common for a girl to have difficulty having an orgasm. It was comforting to know that, but…she didn't feel satisfied.
She needed to talk to someone about this. Tamaki was out of the question; she didn't want to bruise his all ready impossibly fragile ego and have to deal with him moping in the corner when she was trying to have a serious conversation. She had no girl friends to talk to, nor did she think she'd find one soon, from the way the girls at school had been treating her.
This was emotionally straining. She'd been looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend. If Haruhi had seen that sex would be this stressful, she never would have decided to go through with it.
Haruhi had gone through everyone she knew, all the people she was closest to, and was a little upset (for the first time) that they all were male. It was going to make any sort of conversation (if she went through with it and tried to talk to one of them) of this topic incredibly difficult and awkward.
Kaoru seemed like the best candidate. He was an active listener and pretty understanding when he was separated from his brother. He would do his best to…do whatever it was that she needed to be done, Haruhi was sure of that. Still, it would be awkward as hell to talk with him about it; not just that he was a boy, but because he was Kaoru's brother.
The two kept no secrets, Haruhi was sure of that. So…if Hikaru wanted to know what he and Haruhi had talked about, he would find out. And that would be terrible for so many different reasons.
So Haruhi was sitting on her bed, weighing the pros and cons, trying to decide if it was worth it to call up Kaoru.
After what seemed like hours of tossing things back and forth, Haruhi finally picked up her phone and dialed the twins' number. She took a deep breath and let it out slow as she waited for him to pick up.
Hikaru and Kaoru had been watching a movie, lying on top of each other and under each other; limbs intertwined so that they were as close as they could possibly be. They had always lain like this together when watching a movie. It was just more comfortable for them to be with the other. When their cell phone had run, Kaoru had answered it; it was easiest for him to reach over Hikaru to pick up the phone that had been lying by them on the sofa.
Hikaru hadn't paid much attention to the phone until he heard Kaoru say, "Oh, hey Haruhi!"
Hikaru looked up at Kaoru, for Kaoru was leaning over him still. He was grinning, and Hikaru couldn't blame him. It had been a while since Haruhi had come over; maybe she wanted to.
Kaoru seemed to have the same idea. "We're just watching a movie- do you want to come ov…." He suddenly trailed off, first looking crestfallen, then confused. "About what?.... Har-uhi, about what?"
Haruhi had to have told Hikaru exactly what what was, for suddenly, Kaoru's face paled immensely, and he was struggling to get his arms and legs untangled from Hikaru's. When he was at last free, and sitting up, Kaoru said, "R-really? What-"
Haruhi must've cut him off again, because he fell silent. Hikaru sat upright, watching his brother intently. "What's this about?" he asked Kaoru quietly.
Kaoru either didn't hear him (highly unlikely), or he was waiting to respond after Haruhi finished speaking.
"Yeah, we'll be right over…. Oh. Oh." Kaoru looked to Hikaru, meeting his eyes. All Hikaru could read off of him was pure uncertainty. "Y-yeah, I got you. I'll see you soon." He hung up the phone and dropped it onto the sofa beside him.
"What was that about?" Hikaru asked again. From the way Kaoru was hesitating, he knew something…not good was going on.
"Haruhi…slept with Tamaki on Friday. For the first time, " he added. Kaoru wasn't looking at him as he said this. "Something about it is bothering her; she wants to talk about it."
Hikaru was floored. Haruhi and Tamaki had-
No.
He knew that they were dating, and had been dating for months now, but…. He still was not over her. He doubted he ever would be. The only way he was able to tolerate the two of them being together was the reassurance that they would, indefinitely, one day break up. They were destined to because they just did not belong together.
And now this happened. Which made their relationship seem all the more serious.
He had to look away from Kaoru, to keep his frustration and anger and hurt in check. He couldn't explode now. Not when he could accidently hurt Kaoru.
"She wants to talk to me about it," Kaoru added quietly. "She…thought it would be too much for you to…hear it."
Damn straight it would be. Hikaru was on edge now, completely tense. This was so bad, this was the worst news Hikaru could ever think of receiving. Why had she called Kaoru; she had to have known the news would get back to him! It…why…
"Why is she doing this to me?!" he cried out, bending over, and holding his head in his hands so he was nearly in the fetal position.
"She isn't trying to hurt you," Kaoru said. He felt the couch shift beside him, and then Kaoru's hand was on his back, rubbing soothing circles. "Haruhi sounded…upset, somehow. She just needs a friend right now."
That didn't help Hikaru much.
"If you don't want me to go talk to her, I won't," Kaoru said quietly. "I'll call her back and tell her I can't."
Hikaru wanted to tell him to do that. He wanted Haruhi to be as upset as he was, to feel as hurt as he was. But…he couldn't do that to her. Not to Haruhi.
"Go," Hikaru said, not changing his position. "Just…go and talk to her."
UGH. It took me forever to decide where to cut this chapter off. I'm still not sure if I like it being cut off here but…. I think it'll be fine.
Again… YAY DRAMA! I actually normally hate drama buuuut I'm loving the various kinds of hell I'm putting all the characters through. Loving it.
Anywho, hope you enjoyed it.
Please leave constructive criticisms.