Author's Note

Please bear in mind that this story is rated T. We've seen something nearly happened back at Kyouya's summer villa, right?

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club; the rights go to Bisco Hatori-sama. I do, however, own the plot of this story. This work is purely fictional and does not happen in the real plot of OHSHC, except maybe for a few flashback scenes.

Chapter 35 – Self Control

Takashi's heart stopped beating for just one momentarily second. Did he hear that accurately? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? Here he was, about to relax himself on the sofa, about to close his eyes and dream away about a life with Haruhi, when he heard her timid voice. There was a hint of shyness in her voice he noticed, and if he wasn't wrong, there was also… need.

'What do I do?' he thought silently, debating, do I go to her or just stay here? Her dad is not home though- Takashi! That is not how you should approach this matter! Just because Ranka-san is not at home, doesn't mean you can do whatever you please, he was fighting with his own thoughts to see which one would win and overpower the other. But this isn't exactly the first time I've slept with her, there was that one time before all of this even started and at the beach house too… it's not like we're going to do any- what exactly are you thinking about Takashi?! You're better than this! Have some self-control for God's sake! He continued his silent debate. Who knew this much would go inside his mind. He shrugged out of his jacket, feeling rather hot and bothered all of a sudden. He took off his v-neck shirt as well, leaving his jeans on. The cool air seemed to calm his chaotic mind a bit. He inhaled and exhaled deeply.

He decided to just go with it and be a man about it.

He stood outside her door, hesitant for a moment before pushing her door opened quietly. Haruhi was on her bed, facing the wall; she did not dare look at the doorway, feeling rather nervous of what she might see. Takashi closed the door behind him with a soft click and walked over to her bed slowly. He knew Haruhi could hear him, hear his nervous breathing, and hear the soft rustle his feet made against the carpet in her room. Haruhi stopped breathing for a moment when she felt him sitting at the edge of her bed. She got nervous again, cold sweat forming on her forehead. What was she thinking doing something as unnerving as this?

Takashi decided to lie down beside her and he adjusted himself more comfortably. He turned towards Haruhi and circled her petite waist with his arm, pulling her closer to him. He was not really thinking right at that moment, he was only acting on impulse. He could feel Haruhi's heartbeat against his chest since she was so close. He could smell the soft scent of strawberries on her hair as he buried his face closer to her. He could sense that she was nervous too, but was rather calm at the same time. Haruhi chose that time to turn around and face him, her doe-like eyes looking up at him with such pure love. She searched his eyes for something similar and found so much… more.

"Haruhi…" he breathed out her name, like an almost whisper, and gazed into her eyes. He trailed the side of her face with his fingers softly and Haruhi shivered into his touch. She took hold of his hand and kissed it tenderly against her lips.

He pulled her closer to him and began to kiss her tentatively; treating her like she was this fragile porcelain glass, feeling afraid that too much pressure would break her into pieces. As his carnal desires began to take over him slowly, he wanted to feel more. So he kissed her with a passion filled with so much love and urgency and need. He turned her over so he was hovering on top of her instead, hands planted at either sides of her head, knees at either side of her legs. Haruhi looked up at him with ragged breaths and lips swollen from the kiss Takashi administered.

His eyes were dark, filled with something that Haruhi could not quite explain. Like that time at Kyouya's summer villa.

She studied the contour of his body and blushed at the thoughts that appeared in her mind. She fixed her eyes at Takashi and caressed his face with her hands.

"Takashi," she whispered, almost hesitant, her eyes searching into his.

"I know love," he replied in the same manner, although his tone was a bit huskier than Haruhi has ever heard before. "We're not going to do… that. Though that does not mean I'd stop kissing you," he added seductively, gazing deeply into her eyes again, before bending low and administering more kisses on her.

He kissed her forehead tenderly, down to the sides of her cheekbones, down to her ears, down to the crook of her neck, to her slightly exposed chest, her arms, her fingers, down to her toes, her legs, her oh so beautiful thighs, then finally he captured her lips with the utmost passion that he could have ever given her.

His feather-light kisses left trails of fiery warmth on her body, leaving her with a sense of pleasure Haruhi had missed so much. She unconsciously arched her body towards him so she could get closer to Takashi. He sensed this and pushed her down gently to her bed because something was threatening to 'wake' up.

"Haruhi, please," he whispered urgently, almost pleading with her as he paused from their passionate kiss. "If you keep tempting me like that, I might not be able to control myself any longer…" he added, eyes dark with lust as he looked into her eyes longingly.

"S-Sorry Takashi," she replied in ragged breaths, "I'll try to be more… careful," she said and smiled sheepishly. But it's hard to do that when you're looking so tantalizing right now she thought silently as her eyes roamed his heavenly body and unconsciously licked her lips.

Takashi captured her lips once again when he saw her licked her lips unconsciously, so very unaware on what she was actually doing to him at that moment. They continued on with battles of kisses and tongues dancing together until they both got exhausted. Takashi pulled her closer yet again to his chest and wrapped one arm over her waist. He wrapped his legs over hers, wanting her as close to him as possible.

It took all of Takashi's strength to control himself tonight, if it crumbled for just one tiny bit, he would have brought shame towards the Morinozuka name. For once in his life, Takashi was really grateful for all those years of practice of self control from temptations such as that was about to nearly happen earlier tonight. He looked down to the now peaceful sleeping Haruhi and kissed the top of her head tenderly, and then sleep finally overcame him.

Author's Note

A self-restraint Takashi is sexy, don't you think?

[Edited: 18th December 2013]

[Edited: 23rd July 2014]

[Final edit: 3rd June 2015]