Kiss
Chapter 5: Kiss
The next challenge that Haruhi gives Kyoya is his favorite one of all time.
The months fly by for Kyoya in the aftermath of breaking free of his family as he works through the highs and lows of a new company with Haruhi.
There were certain things that Kyoya expected when he decided to start this business. He expected to be besmirched in the news all over, for everyone who hated him to come out against him. That happens, but also as he hoped, all of his supporters and those wishing to get in his good books stand up for him.
He expected to have difficulty finding buyers at first; he did. However, once the first customer shows off the high quality product that everyone else is looking for, the demand appears overnight. Suddenly, the expected busyness and labor pains of having enough employees to meet the demand becomes the problem, and the unexpected laborer shortage is one of many monkey wrenches in his plans.
As expected, his sister and her family all support him, but the rest of the family treats him like he's dead to them. It's nice to not get constant snide remarks from his brothers, and he enjoys sending them gloating messages after his initial plan shows how well it is liked.
What is most unexpected about the whole ordeal involves Haruhi. As always, she handles herself well and gets him out of countless legal issues in the first few months. What neither of them expect is how much spotlight the two of them receive together. Kyoya expects to be in the news; it's what he was groomed to do his whole life. Haruhi quickly has to learn.
As he goes to many meetings explaining what he does, he's fine with it until everyone notices that Haruhi is with him more than half the time. All of a sudden, her name and face are being splashed everywhere, and everyone wants to know about her. True to form, Haruhi hates the publicity, even if her former company keeps encouraging her to stay as long as she needs and that they are ready for her whenever.
Then the true unexpected happens. An online article is posted, and the twins share it in the Host Club group text. Both of them are in the same room when they open it up since they are both in the title and the twins are sending lots of kissing emojis to both Haruhi and Kyoya.
It only takes him a moment to scan and realize what this is: this media outlet is referring to them as a couple since they are seen together so much.
Why is he so happy that everyone acknowledges that they are a good couple, and a power couple at that? Kyoya grins at the flattering image of them smiling at one another, but he hides it in front of her, as she gets a sad, almost reflective look in her eyes that changes into annoyance as more of the Hosts badger them for answers.
"That article has been up for only an hour, and they've already sent me over a dozen texts asking me if it's true. I wish they'd knock it off," complains Haruhi when she leaves his office.
All day, he's in a great mood. The more he sees her negative response, though, the more he dislikes the shipping and speculation. Their friends give them more crap as more articles surface, and he saves all of them just to have photos of him with Haruhi, even if he fears that all hope of dating Haruhi will be dashed because she won't want to confirm these rumors.
What he also dislikes is that more men take an interest in Haruhi because she's attached to him in the news. Lucky for him, Haruhi shuts everyone down with an efficiency only she could do as she has no time nor interest in any of them. Between law school and supporting him, she has no free time, and he guards the location of their home carefully so she is left alone when they finally get to the apartment.
Sometimes the apartment is their only safe haven. That changes, though, when their first quarter earnings come out. Up to this point, both typically walk around in a sleepy daze and get coffee in the morning. At night, there is usually a moment of holding hands, unless it's a rougher day requiring something more. Hugs have become more commonplace between them.
That particular morning, he's shirtless in the kitchen, and she's in her pink nightgown that still somehow fits.
Kyoya stops midway to coffee when he gets the notification. "The earnings statement for both companies is out," he states, opening it as Haruhi rushes to read over his shoulder.
He barely notices that her slim fingers slip over his shoulders as she gets on her tiptoes; he's too focused on needing to know. Both read quickly to get to the numbers, and when it's clear that he outsold his family by a wide margin, both turn to the other and grin.
Her face of joy is as beautiful as the good news he just received, and he is in awe of her still more. "We did it," he states with finality, embracing her.
She fits so easily against him now. Better yet, there is no hesitation from either as they seek the other's arms.
"You were right. It's all worth it," she says, nuzzling his chest. "Congratulations."
He would respond, except the sensation of her warm nose slowly trailing along his chest leaves him breathless. Words run dry, and he heaves in a big breath, wanting to feel more of her skin against him. Everything around him suddenly moves in slow motion as he runs his hands along her bare arms, relishing her softness.
"Thank you. I couldn't have done this without you. Haruhi…"
His voice drifts off as she makes the smallest whimpering noise, and all blood rushes south at the sound. So small and needy, and she seems almost desperate for this affection, just as he is. All he wants is to tell her that he loves her, that he would do anything for her, and when she clings to him a little tighter, he ducks his head to rest his chin on her scalp.
If this is what she wants, then she shall have it. As she runs her hands along his sides reverently, he forgets that they aren't a couple and returns the motion with little slides of his fingers, giving in to his desire. Bliss is his as he glories in her touch and scent; each little caress makes him a little harder. He flattens his hands against her, and she moans as she molds herself to him, hands wandering.
Never has he felt more alive, nor more sure that she returns his feelings. Each time he presses his lips to her hair, she sighs happily. Her soft skin glides easily beneath him, and he can't help but buck his hips, needing the friction only she can give. Her breath catches as his erection presses urgently against her; he wants her to know that she does this to him, only her.
It's like a delayed reaction from Haruhi: one moment she's enjoying their closeness, and the next has her rushing back, putting as much distance between them in the kitchen. Once she is plastered to a counter, gripping it with white knuckles, they both freeze. Suddenly he is cold, and reality sets in: they are not a couple.
And based on how she stares wide-eyed at him, he doubts they ever will be. She seems horrified, even scared, and he decides then and there to avoid all such occasions for closeness going forward. He refuses to make Haruhi feel scared of him or to avoid him. Her friendship means too much to him.
"I'm sorry," she states before she glances at him one more time. As soon as her eyes look down, she blushes and flees from the room.
When she is gone, he collapses into the nearest chair, all energy and good feelings gone. He has screwed up in revealing his feelings, and he kicks himself for giving into temptation like that. Everything had been going so well…
Not being one to ruminate and grow mushrooms, he inwardly scolds himself until he storms from the room, changes quickly, and heads to work without grabbing any of the homemade lunch that he usually wants. Normally, the fact that she does this for him brings much joy and comfort to him, knowing she did this for him because she cares about him. Today, the memory is too painful. Right now, he needs as much distance between her and him as possible, and he continues to berate himself as he rides to work.
Once he is in the office, though, he has no choice but to forget about Haruhi; everyone there is celebrating the earnings news. His employees admire and respect him, all the more because he was brave in starting this company. As people flock to his office to congratulate him and tell him of more new clients, his failure at home is easy to avoid since Haruhi isn't mentioned much.
With so many people telling him how grateful they are that he did this, he decides to splurge and buy lunch for everyone: after all, they're the reason the new company is doing as well as it is. This is the opportune time to show appreciation and ensure their continued devotion so they have no reason to leave him.
When he finally leaves the office, though, he is forced again to reflect on his poor actions. Haruhi never came into the office, and no one commented since she works from home sometimes, especially if she has a lot of schoolwork to do. He knows, though, that she would have liked to have shared in the celebratory atmosphere, but she was consciously avoiding him.
That belief is confirmed when he steps inside their apartment. Their door is always quiet, so he slips in like normal. She is just coming from her bedroom with a smile, apron on to cook dinner, when she spots him. Like earlier, they both freeze. The urge to go to her, to embrace her, has never been stronger, but he ignores it. He hates that he makes her uncomfortable, so he is determined to fix it by the best means he has: pretending it never happened.
"I hope you got a lot of studying done today," he says softly. When she nods cautiously, he adds, "Everyone at the office was overjoyed today, and the business is only continuing to grow after our good news earlier today."
With that, he enters his bedroom, walking slowly like this is just a normal day. Even after he shuts his door, though, she still hesitates before heading to the kitchen. Dinner that night is quiet and awkward, and Haruhi is eager to do all the cleaning so he can't stand next to her to help her.
The next few days for them are some of the most painful he has known. If she even spots his bare chest, she hides, leading him to remain covered at all times. During meals, she is a skittish rabbit, tensing when he nears her. He does his best to act like everything is normal and that he isn't hurt by her reluctance to approach him, and he succeeds until the weekend hits.
When he comes home Friday, she is studying in the living room. As soon as she closes her book to leave, he grimaces in pain, and that's when she pauses and looks at him. Truly looks at him for the first time in several days. Whatever she finds there she must not like, as she puts aside her books and strides toward him purposely.
"I'm sorry for my behavior the last few days," she apologizes, looking down at the floor. "Thank you for not making it more awkward and respecting me so well."
"You are my closest friend, Haruhi," he replies, taking her hand. When she looks up, he adds, "I care about you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable in your own home."
Because this place is as much hers as it is his now, and he feels the need to remind her of this. Some part of him is afraid of losing her in other ways.
"Thank you," she says, smiling softly and squeezing his hand.
"I'm sorry as well for what I did. It won't happen again," he promises, using his free hand to sandwich her hand. Her look is pained, but he continues on, thinking of his hands like the tether that still connects them. "You don't need to worry about moving out."
Blinking rapidly, she stares in wonder at him. "Move out? Why would I do that?"
That is the moment he realizes that she never even considered such a notion, that it was all in his head. Relief rushes through him, and his shoulders loosen.
"It doesn't matter. There's no need. I never entertained the notion," she states, meeting his gaze. "I have no desire to leave here."
Her slight fingers curl among his, strengthening the bond, and he takes comfort in that.
"Good."
"I'll be better now. I don't want to hurt you, either. I care about you, as my friend, a lot," she says, making him equal parts happy that she does care and frustrated that he is firmly in the friend zone.
The next couple months pass quickly with all the work that must be done. Kyoya makes it a point to work a little longer and gives her space so all appears normal, and he doesn't initiate contact, waiting for her to be ready. Eventually she does, in small doses, but never with hugs. They are even able to hang out alone in the living room and talk like they used to.
Everything seems to be improving until she deals him the deathblow that he's been expecting. They're at work, and she enters his office, closing the door behind her.
"I'm graduating from law school in three months," she reminds him as she sits. "When I do, I plan to leave here and go back to my original job. Starting next week, I'll be interviewing people so I can train my replacement and make sure you trust that person."
She says it so nonchalantly, in contrast to how much it destroys him. He knew this would happen, but he had been hoping for a little more time with her. This isn't the time nor place for such sentiment, and he stamps it all down, determined to appear the cool, collected business man.
"Thank you for your foresight and hard work so far. This company has been fortunate to have you as long as it has. Let me know how I may assist you in the process," he instead replies.
"When I have a couple serious candidates, I'll let you interview them yourself," she says, smiling as she stands. "I know you'll want to scare them and see how they respond."
Both share a chuckle before she leaves, but he still can't help but feel like he is losing her after she closes the door.
After the initial sadness is scolded out of existence, he spends the rest of the day upset, even if he knows that it is silly to respond so. He knew she would eventually leave, and he still has her friendship. Regardless, he is afraid of losing her after their close call. His testy demeanor at work only gets worse the more he resigns himself to seeing Haruhi pull away, and he throws himself into his work, not wanting to go home and seemingly have more confirmation that Haruhi is drawing away from him.
It's possible that she is determined to put more distance between him and her in all aspects of their lives, and as much as he hates the very thought of it, he respects and loves her too much to try to manipulate her. If it's what she wants, he'll do it.
Anxiety fills him as he enters his car. When he gets home, she is there, standing nervously until she spots him. As soon as the door closes, though, she surprises him by rushing to his side, skirt flying as she hugs him close. At first, he is caught off-guard and just stands there stupidly, not understanding what he has done to deserve this, but after a moment, he doesn't waste the opportunity and embraces her in kind, clinging to her. It's been far too long since he's held her like this, and they both sigh audibly as soon as he tightens his hold.
Little by little, all the tension in their bodies dissipates, and he has never been so glad. The longer they remain like that, the more he can hear what she's trying to tell him.
No, I'm not leaving you. I care too much about you.
There's more that she is trying to say, but he's in no rush to hear it. Just having her close like this is enough to heal his wounded heart.
"Thank you for being willing to let go of me," she whispers into his chest. "I know it's not easy. Just remember I'm not leaving you here."
"Good. I didn't want to have to threaten all our friends into not taking you in," he murmurs, making her laugh.
She pulls back to look him squarely in the eye. "I have faith in your ability to convince them, but you won't do it. You respect me and my free will too much. You're still too nice. You care too much."
She continues to surprise him, and despite the truth being laid bare before him, he isn't afraid, not like he used to. "You're right. And I trust you enough with that knowledge not to take advantage of me."
She nods, reaching out and caressing his cheek. "I value that trust more than anything. Come have dinner with me," she requests, taking his hands in hers. "You've been working too many hours of late. You should change that."
His heart beats so loudly as it tries to leave his chest that he's sure she hears him. He's never heard a more obvious plea from her to stop working so hard, and he listens. He can't help but follow the siren call of Haruhi as she shows her concern and desire to spend time with him all at once.
"I will, starting now," he says, squeezing her hands before they head to the kitchen table, bags forgotten. "I prefer things like this between us. This place doesn't feel like a home unless you're sharing it with me," he admits.
"The thought of moving out hasn't crossed my mind since the first week I moved in," she states, making his breath hitch. "I know you're upset about me leaving the company, but what's happening right now is a good thing," she says, smiling warmly. "You'll see."
He doesn't see it, but he's also hopelessly stuck in a certain mindset. As the next three months unfold, though, hope rises within him. The more she pulls away at work, the closer she draws to him at home. Countless interviews occur, and he makes all sorts of lists and memos for her to give to her replacement. Her involvement in his cases becomes markedly less. All the while, she smiles more at work, and they talk every evening when they're at the apartment. On the weekends, he clears his schedule so he can spend time with Haruhi since she somehow manages to finish all her homework before the weekend.
One Saturday, she suggests shopping together before their night out at a necessary social event, so he enters another commoners market with her. He pushes the basket, and she grabs all the items on her list. As they walk, they discuss their week and struggles, and he's struck by how domestic they seem. And he loves it. He loves every second of it.
The old couples around them coo and smile at them, and his heart stops every time that she meets his gaze and smiles. They're relaxed, and they walk in step like it's the most usual thing. She has no fear of cameras or being seen with him; she just smiles and acts like this is normal.
There's nothing more that he wants than to make this the norm. After they load their bags into his car, they sit next to each other.
"Why did you want me to go grocery shopping with you? I thought you loved the peace and quiet," he starts, searching her eyes for an answer.
"Because I want to be with you more," she responds like it is the most natural thing to say. "I feel like I never have enough time with you."
"I couldn't agree more," he states, patting her hand. "Let's leave the party early tonight."
She smirks. "The sooner the better."
Once they are home, both prepare for the party, and she takes his breath away as she wears another creation from the twins. This dress is short, showcasing her legs, and his eyes drink in the body parts rarely seen because of her long skirts and dress pants.
In the back of his head, he recognizes this dress as one she wore back in her college years, in her first year as an intern. He liked it then, and he loves it now, even if he is doubting his memory as to when exactly he saw her wear it. It seems unlikely to have survived that long.
When they arrive at the party, both are greeted, as Haruhi has developed a name for herself since working for Kyoya, and all know that the two are a package deal: if one comes to the party, so will the other. Not surprisingly, the pair soon separate, joining their favored groups to mingle.
For once, Kyoya is surrounded by females, all single by the look and action of them, and so he begins trying to discourage them. When he is left with two women, one tall and willowy and the other plump and curvy, he leads them toward Haruhi, determined to make it clear that they have no chance.
To his welcome shock, Haruhi is already looking at the three of them as he approaches, and as is her habit as the natural one, she jumps into conversation with both women at once. They reluctantly speak to her, both trying to recommend themselves to him, and he waits for the opportune moment to make his move.
One of the women is addressing him. "What you did was so brave, starting a company on your own. I couldn't have done that. I'd be too scared, and I never would have thought of that."
When he hears that, he goes to Haruhi's side with alacrity. She is already shaking her head, and he takes her hand blatantly, making all the women stare as he twines his fingers with Haruhi's. "If it is any consolation, I was nervous to start the company as well, given who my family is. The idea to start this business wasn't my own; it was Haruhi's." He turns to her surprised face and smiles a little wider. "And I am grateful every day that she challenged me to do so."
Her eyes get shiny, and she grins broadly, holding his gaze several seconds longer than socially acceptable. He never stops looking at her because he wants it abundantly clear that his preference is Haruhi, so when she turns to speak to the women again, she frowns as she sees that they are gone.
"Odd. They were here a moment ago," she comments.
"They were, but they realized that they had no chance with me because of you," he states evenly, and her breath catches.
For a few moments, several emotions pass through her eyes, and he doesn't recognize all of them. All he does know is that she started out smiling, but now she is showing no emotion on her face, back to her usual state at these sorts of parties.
She's about to respond when someone else joins their conversation, and he is disappointed. For the rest of the night, they're either close or essentially circling the other, and he isn't mad. It's not often he can stay near her for half the night.
He is grateful for the small distance when a new woman approaches him. Unlike most women who approach him, obviously looking to flirt but having nothing to recommend them outside of the ordinary, this woman is tall and confident, with an arresting smile. The more he talks to her, the more he realizes that she is well-spoken and isn't afraid to say what's on her mind.
To her credit, Haruhi joins the conversation when Kyoya introduces the ladies to one another, and she even speaks up to argue certain points with the newcomer. Eventually, though, Haruhi politely excuses herself, and he wishes she wouldn't go.
Haruhi is barely out of earshot when the woman addresses him again. "I'm glad she finally left," she starts, making him want to frown.
"Really. Why?" he asks, keeping a blank face as he begins plotting her demise. If this woman was trying to get Haruhi to leave on purpose…well, she would regret doing that soon.
He thinks he's been pretty clear about showing no interest in her by avoiding all contact and staying near Haruhi, so he doesn't think the businesswoman will go there.
"I would think it'd be obvious," she giggles, leaning in and placing a flirtatious hand on his arm. "I'm interested in you. How are we supposed to sneak away together while you are stuck humoring your lawyer friend?"
Her statement stops him cold. Is that how Haruhi sees him? The immediate need to find Haruhi and convince her otherwise is tamped down by the equal desire to make his feelings clear on the matter to this woman who won't take no for an answer.
"Haruhi is much more than my lawyer friend; she is my closest friend," he says coldly, pulling away from her before giving her an ominous glint of his glasses. "If you're going to try to recommend yourself to me, I suggest you do your homework better and learn to take a hint. I am not interested in you."
Blinking, she quickly recovers, still smiling as she takes another step toward him. "But we've been chatting so easily."
In time with her, he backs away, giving her a dark look. "I saw you only as a potential business partner all this time; now I question even that since you'll say such things without thinking. If I am humoring anyone tonight, it's you. Excuse me."
He barely turns around and realizes that Haruhi must have come back at some point, as he almost runs into her in his eagerness to escape.
"Pardon me," he states, and she gives him the widest, softest eyes he's ever seen. He would give the world to just stand there and bask in her presence, but not here. That would make his feelings too obvious.
"You have nothing to apologize for," responds Haruhi, placing one hand on his wrist for a brief second, just long enough to take away any remaining anger or fight within him. She smiles a little broader. "Thank you."
At that, she removes her hand, and he seeks out acquaintances on the opposite side of the room. He hates that he must leave Haruhi, but she clearly heard enough, as the moment that they enter his car (early as they planned), she embraces him.
"Thank you again. I didn't expect you to say that much as you dismissed her," she whispers in the crook of his neck. "Your loyalty knows no bounds."
"You're welcome," he replies, leaning back so he can see her face. "I didn't expect such a response from you in return, either. Usually you don't let what people say bother you; is it her words or just herself that unsettled you?"
She looks a little taken aback by that, but she is honest as always as she sits and faces him unashamedly. "A little of both in this instance."
He sits next to her, eyes fixed on her as he catches every word and nuance of her. "Why?" he asks, desperate to know as his voice develops an edge. "Please tell me you don't think I'm just humoring you."
"I never believed that. Years ago, when I came back from America," she explains with pink cheeks, "I did, but you've proven otherwise. Now I just wanted to know how you'd refute her."
"Clearly you're satisfied that I said something," he says, sounding pleased.
"Better than that. We're more than friends," she replies, smiling wider before she schools her face into showing no emotion.
Inside, he rejoices that she latched onto that part of his speech. Everything within him wants to make her his girlfriend without delay because he's waited so long for her.
"We are. You've been much more for a long time." He stares into her eyes, hoping she will read between the lines and end his suffering by admitting her feelings.
She raises her chin and leans in. "You…mean a lot to me," she says tenderly, adding quickly, "which is why I left the two of you alone. I thought she was the exact type of woman you'd want to date."
Oh, Haruhi, selfless and an idiot as always when it comes to love. Not that he is much better, but they can be idiots together.
"Once upon a time, I imagined she was my ideal type, but she isn't," he whispers, closing the distance even more. "She hasn't for a long time." He looks her up and down purposely. "My preference is different."
Her breath hitches, and he prays that she understands his meaning. No one but her will ever do.
"Different is good," she says slowly. "I needed to hear that."
"There's something I need to hear as well, but it's related to earlier today," he explains, taking her hand in his lap.
The contact is electrifying. She shivers and asks, "What is it?"
"Why did you ask me to go grocery shopping with you today?" he asks, hoping she will admit her feelings.
He's a little afraid to know the full truth, but he needs to know.
She grins with a secret smile, and he soon learns why.
"I thought it was fairly obvious: Because I would rather have more time with you than not. I want your extra time," she says, throwing his old words back at him before shrugging. "You've graciously given it to me, and I want it." Her shoulders tense as she looks away. "And more."
What does she mean? What is she looking for? He has to know; he wants to fulfill her every wish. She, who normally doesn't care because she is too apathetic, wants something. What could have caused such a change? His glasses start to slip from his nose, and he shakily removes them, not wanting anything between them. Pulse moving erratically, he leans in, and she turns in response, letting out an audible sigh at the lack of glasses and how close he is.
The whole world around him slows as he demands, "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you. Anything."
They stare deep into one another's eyes for long minutes, and her breathing becomes shallow as he moves in, closer and closer until there's barely the width of a finger separating their noses. Her breath is hot, her hair sweet, tickling his skin pleasurably, and all he wants is to touch it. To touch her and know she is his.
When her lips part, he licks his out of habit. She's so near, her big eyes magnets that bid him to close the gap between them. She remains quiet, though, and he fears she will chicken out and not tell him. Eventually, she ends the contest by blinking and taking his other hand. "Time. More time with you." As he nods eagerly, she grins.
"Every last second is yours," he says passionately, lifting a pair of hands to rub the back of his against her cheek.
"We won't waste a moment." Her eyes hold his insistently. "Ask me that question again when I graduate."
He lets out a long exhale, shoulders relaxing as he smiles at her. "I will. I can't wait."
They're grinning like fools for the rest of the ride, and they end up talking late into the wee hours, neither willing to stop discussing.
He doesn't know why, but his impatience for a month to pass begins the next day. Thankfully, much happens to keep him busy, between Tamaki's engagement to Renge and Haruhi finally finding a suitable replacement. Haruhi is just as busy in between classes and taking the bar exam early, so time for them is more limited.
No matter what, though, she still makes time for him, and he doesn't understand what it all means. He's afraid to listen to the hope that is stubbornly growing within him, that she does in fact like him. It seems too good to be true, but there's only one way to find out for sure.
He doesn't allow himself to listen to hope until the day that she gets her bar exam results back.
"I passed," she announces, laying the paper on the kitchen table before facing him. "I did it."
"You did. I'm so proud of you." He goes to her, squeezing her tightly around her midsection as he leans in. "I knew you would pass."
"You believe in me so much; sometimes I think you believe in me more than I do," she comments, grinning as she slips one arm around his middle, the other up his spine and resting at the nape of his neck, barely caressing his skin. "Thank you."
He doubts that, but he appreciates the sentiment. If there is one true thing about that statement, it is that he believes in her…far more than anyone else. He believes in her, trusts her, loves her, and at this moment, he is so proud of her that he can't help himself. He leans in, closing the distance between their faces until their noses bump into one another. At that, her eyes widen, and he panics as he realizes that he almost forgot himself again and kissed her.
To try to cover up his mistake, he moves so their opposite cheeks rest against one another, and the tension of a moment ago vanishes. In its place, relaxation comes, and she melts against him, accepting this far more readily than he expects. He doesn't question it and simply enjoys this moment for as long as she will allow it.
For a time, they stand there, breathing the other in, and he luxuriates in her scent, memorizing it while he remains so close to her. It is all too easy to forget himself as addicted as he is to this intimacy, and his hands wander of their own volition, making small circles on her back. There's a moment's hesitation on his part that this is too much, but she responds by sliding her fingers up his neck until the whole length of her hand is either against bare skin or in his hair. Suddenly, this feels only natural, and more is needed.
There's a hunger deep inside him that has been increasingly difficult to ignore. Right now, though, he indulges this desire to know her better all over, and as he makes small motions on her back, another hand grips her hip. His hold is firm, possessive as he stretches his fingers, yet gentle and reverent as he feels more accepted than he ever has as she learns more of his neck. Time loses all meaning as they linger, deepening the intimate touch. She is the first, burying her hand in his hair. He follows in kind, running fingertips up and down her back as he tightens his grip around her waist.
She is his. He wants to claim her, wants her to know how much he burns for her, and when his moving hand comes to her other hip, giving the subtlest pull toward him, he is encouraged by her happy little sigh.
"Kyoya…"
Just from that whispered word alone, he is hard, the passion contained in his name one he always hoped to hear.
"Yes," he murmurs, rocking his hips into her, wanting her to know. "Yes."
The strangled sound she makes as the edge of her parted lips briefly graze his cheek tells him that she feels this, too. That she wants him, and he rolls his hips eagerly. His brain explodes into tiny pieces when she returns the gesture, and just before he can do anything else, a knock comes at their door.
They part instantly, red-faced and breathless, and he curses whoever interrupted him. All thought of passion dissipates when he hears his friends.
"Haruhi," calls Hunny happily, "Takashi says that the results of your exam have been delivered."
To his surprise, Haruhi seems exasperated yet happy as she stares at the ceiling momentarily before smiling.
"Is it true?" asks one of the twins.
"Of course," declares the other twin, surely Hikaru with that tone.
At that, she begins walking toward the door, and Kyoya hopes that he looks normal.
"Did you pass?" asks Tamaki as he knocks loudly. "Haruhi, we want to know!"
"Yes!" she cries, flinging the door open. "I passed."
The loud chorus of cheers is probably heard through the whole building, and the group hug that everyone is dragged into is joyful. Their friends stay the rest of the night, ordering dinner and discussing how Haruhi achieved this.
At the beginning, Kyoya tries to put distance between him and Haruhi, but to his great surprise, she gets up and settles herself next to him, doing so at every opportunity when they get separated. He cannot believe his good fortune, and while no one asks about this arrangement, he can feel the eyes of Hunny and Mori on him. Despite that, though, they say nothing before they eventually leave, and in the following weeks, they don't mention that detail. Everyone is busy helping Tamaki plan his wedding and helping Kyoya create the perfect graduation party for Haruhi.
Just like before, Kyoya doesn't mention what happened between them at the end, and neither does Haruhi. The main difference is that this time, she is okay with it, as she draws closer to him, her touches lingering longer and their time seated together on the couch to discuss logistics drawn out as long as they can.
All of these things distract him until everything comes to a head one Friday. This is the day she leaves his company for good, and tomorrow, she will graduate. To commemorate the occasion, Kyoya throws a large party at the office in her honor, and while Haruhi dislikes it, it gives everyone else a chance to tell her how much they appreciate her hard work.
The biggest surprise for Kyoya is that when the end of the day approaches, he doesn't feel like he's losing her anymore. If anything, it's as though he's gained a greater hold on her because if she isn't near him, forcing him to mingle with her, she is giving instructions to him and her replacement, a capable young man who is equal parts in awe of Kyoya and determined to do the best job he can.
"We're going to miss you around here," says her replacement when it's just the three of them left.
"You won't have time," she replies without skipping a beat, smiling at Kyoya for a moment. "I have a feeling I'll be visiting often, and if not, we both know Kyoya is going to bug me about legal stuff for a long time to come."
"I trust you the most; it's going to happen," comments Kyoya evenly.
Her smile grows wider before she gives him an indulgent look. "It doesn't hurt that I'm conveniently located and readily accessible."
Lifting his shoulders in the slightest of shrugs, he says coolly, "You can't blame me for keeping what's dearest to me close."
Throughout this easy dialogue between them, her replacement watches, eyes jumping between them. It is at this moment that he pipes up, "I don't blame you for keeping her on speed dial. She is legendary already."
Haruhi's pleased eyes turn to scoffing at his words, and Kyoya has never been so glad that the man doesn't presume anything about them, despite every media outlet speculating about them.
"It's true, though!" insists the man, looking to Kyoya for confirmation.
As expected, Kyoya delivers eagerly. "It is, Haruhi. You are well-respected and known already, and you only officially became a lawyer recently. Your company is very fortunate to have you."
"You have only yourself to blame for getting me the internship there all those years ago," states Haruhi, making her replacement gape.
"I don't regret it. Now, though," he says, tilting his head toward the door, "I believe it is time for dinner." He offers her his arm. "Shall we?"
"Yes, I'm ready," she agrees, placing one hand on his arm before passing on her last words of encouragement to the newest lawyer.
With a polite farewell, the pair leave the office, and it's not until they are inside his car that Haruhi's face changes from no emotion to concern.
They're sitting beside each other, and when he notices, he asks, "What is it?"
"How are you feeling? Truly?" she questions, staring into his eyes. "Everyone has joked throughout the day about how upset you must be, but that doesn't seem to be the case."
"It's not," he affirms, placing a hand over hers on her thigh and squeezing. "It never was. I knew you were here only temporarily."
"But?" she prompts, lacing her fingers with his.
The small gesture of affection makes all the difference, and he sighs, relaxing a little more. "Had you asked me when you first made the announcement, it would have been the opposite of what I feel now."
"The opposite of betrayal?" she asks, frowning. "That you were losing me?"
He can't resist gripping her tighter. "Yes."
Letting out a long breath, she grins. "I'm glad that has changed."
"I was afraid," he admits softly.
Without thinking, she leans against him. "I know. I saw it. But you never had anything to fear with me."
Her behavior for a time would say otherwise, but he ignores that. Whatever issue she had then, it is no longer present, and he is relieved.
"I know that now," he whispers into her hair.
They remain nestled against one another until the car parks. As soon as Hotta comes around to open their door, they reluctantly part, neither red-faced nor seemingly ashamed of what has transpired. They change clothes quickly after that, as they're meeting their friends for dinner, and loud voices greet them when they arrive at the restaurant.
Even with them seated far away from one another, their eyes find each other throughout the night. Each silent meeting sends a thrill through him, and he doesn't understand what this new change is or where it came from. Regardless, he's grateful for it. When they finally leave for the night, both are laughing over their friends' antics, and they go to bed as soon as they get home so Haruhi is ready to give another speech.
For once, he wakes up before her, determined to have everything ready for her in honor of her big day. Her favorite food and coffee are there when she appears in her robes, and she glows like never before. The smile she wears is all over her, making her big eyes brighter and movements lighter.
"Good morning and congratulations," he greets, opening his arms to her.
She returns the embrace eagerly, and they let out a mutual sigh. It's the last quiet moment they have, as the twins arrive soon after to do her hair, makeup, and clothes, and Ranka insists upon going over every detail of the later party with Kyoya.
Once everything is ready, they head to the graduation ceremony. Her long, flowy navy dress is hidden beneath graduation robes, and Haruhi lights up the whole room as she gives yet another valedictorian speech. Her hair is longer, partially up to show off her eyes and the natural makeup that highlights the joy she feels. While she makes her way back to her father and friends, Kyoya makes small talk with her employers, who are all present and grateful once more to him. When he gives his blessing to them, he truly means it. He has accepted this because he knows it's for the best and because it's what Haruhi wants. Her needs come first.
Nothing else really matters when she finally breaks through the crowd and heads toward him. He is the first to receive a hug, much to Tamaki's chagrin, and Ranka is squealing over how cute and beautiful his grown up daughter is to care that she goes to him second.
The fact that she chose him first comforts Kyoya as everyone clamors for her attention, and she is pulled in many directions there and at the graduation party. When she begins to show her usual sign of fatigue later that night, he swoops in.
"Excuse me, but Haruhi is needed elsewhere," he says firmly before leading her away.
Once they are outside, both breathe deeply, and she gives him a grateful look. "Thanks. I needed that."
"You should enjoy tonight, too," he observes, and she nods.
"I am at last. I can't believe I finally made it here to this point. I knew it would happen, but…"
"I understand," he says after she trails off. He leads her to a dark, secluded spot, hidden by Japanese cherry blossoms, and she leans into him, back to the wall. "Relax for now."
"That's not what I want," she states, making him start and turn his head.
That's when he realizes that she's close, closer than he expected. She's staring up into his eyes with the biggest, most pleading orbs he has ever seen, and he is reminded of a car ride a month ago. Deliberately he eases an arm around her midsection, and she allows him to draw her even nearer, eyes locked on one another.
"Then tell me what you do want. I'll do it. Anything," he urges, turning his body to fully face her.
"I want you to kiss me," she blurts breathlessly.
His brain short-circuits as his lifelong dream is finally realized. She wants him to kiss her. Him: Kyoya Ootori.
His entire day is made, even his year.
"I've wanted to know for some time, even if it is just once," she adds in a small voice.
He doesn't need any further encouragement; he has been ready for this moment for too long. Bringing his arms out, he reaches for her face, only to pause when she grabs his chin with shaky fingers. As she pulls him toward her, he is drawn into her current, lost to her. His arms cage her in with her back to the wall, and within moments, their bodies are flat against the other.
But he's still not close enough. As soon as her lips part, he presses his lips to hers, and he consumes her. He takes, tastes, memorizes, and molds himself to her so that she will never forget this moment for as long as she lives. When he starts to pull away, she is quick to return the embrace, following him and yanking him against her once more with even more ardor.
Her frantic need stirs his blood and spurs on his own desire for her, and he cants his hips against her, already erect and desperate for the welcoming heat she has. As soon as she feels his shaft against her, her breath hitches, and her hands move to his hair and down his back, stopping at the top edge of his pants. Hands flat against him, she presses him against her, and he responds in kind, moving faster and kissing her repeatedly until they must part for air.
As soon as he catches his breath, he faces her as she watches him carefully.
"One time will never be enough for me," he declares, rocking against her as he leans in for another kiss. "I've wanted you for too long. Ever since Ouran Academy."
Her mouth drops open, and he takes that as his invitation, stopping all coherent words and thoughts as he slots his mouth to hers. Now that he's had her once, he can never go back to his old existence. He must have her. She is what matters most, and he cradles her head as he deepens the kiss, making sure she knows exactly how much he loves her and has held back for her.
After another long, mind-blowing kiss, he leans his forehead against hers while catching his breath. His fingers card through her longer strands and cherish the softness of her cheek as he confesses, "I gave you up back then to Tamaki, and I tried to move on from you…but I couldn't. As soon as you broke up with Tamaki, I couldn't look at another woman. Only you." He leans his head back to add, "And it will only ever be you."
Instead of trying to speak, she kisses him, each lip lock longer than the last. Not only that, but the hand at his hips slips lower, guiding him as he bucks into her. When he hits the right spot, she moans pleasurably, and he repeats the motion, wanting to bury himself in her softness. The fact that she wants him keeps running through his mind on loop, each movement and impassioned sound from her egging him on. He doesn't know how he got so lucky, but he will tell her with words, kisses, and caresses how much he adores her.
When he is forced to break away from her delectable lips, he wastes no time, kissing her cheeks, then along her chin and down her neck.
"Please tell me you'll date me," he begs between kisses.
"That's not enough; we're officially a couple now," she declares, kissing his hair. "We both want this."
"More than anything," he says hoarsely.
"So do I," she admits, lifting his chin. "Which was why I had to stop working for you. It was the only way. Becoming involved earlier would have been disastrous for both our reputations in our careers."
"Debatable, but wise," he allows, now understanding why she acted as she did. With another quick kiss, he finally must pause all movement, as he feels like he's about to make his pants burst. "So long as I can have you."
Regret fills him at saying such a thing, as possessive as it sounds, as he's sure she won't like it. That's when she responds.
"You have me; I'm yours," she replies, adjusting her grip on him.
The hand at his nape goes to his tie, and she tugs it down impatiently. He reacts accordingly, knowing what she wants and glad they want the same thing.
"I've been yours, and I always will be," he tells her before meeting her lips once more.
They kiss until a chorus of cheers echoes nearby. At that, Kyoya turns his head enough to see Ranka and Tamaki holding hands with matching excitement, and Renge has her opera glasses trained on them with barely concealed joy. Behind them, the twins are smug, and Hunny is dancing in place as Mori grins.
"My baby girl is doing so well for herself! She found the best man there is!" shouts Ranka before bursting into happy tears.
"You two sure are slippery; we've been watching you for months for you to betray your relationship," says Kaoru.
"Yeah, you're good at hiding it," adds Hikaru.
Up to this point, Kyoya has stubbornly kept his arms around Haruhi, wanting to keep her to himself and protect her from their friends and Ranka. Now, however, she gently pries him away to face them.
"That's because there was no relationship until tonight, you idiots," she explains, folding her arms. "I refused to date him until I stopped working under him. The rumors about both of us would become ten times worse; what if I was accused of using him, or him me? How would we get anywhere in our careers?"
Some nod, and others stare dumbly.
"So you really weren't dating before tonight?" asks Tamaki incredulously, looking between them. "You gave the appearance of it for a while now."
"Because we were both pining for the other," interjects Kyoya with a pinch of his nose.
"And right now, I'd really like to enjoy my party and night by kissing my boyfriend, so get lost. Sorry, dad," she apologizes, but he is quick to smile and wave as he backs away.
"Don't you worry, Haruhi! Daddy understands! Have fun! And Kyoya, take good care of her!"
"Always," he insists, slipping his arms around her and resting his chin on her right shoulder. Then he glares at his friends. "Didn't she ask you nicely to scram, or do you need more encouragement?"
"Uh, nope, nah, we're on it!" says Kaoru as they all retreat, and within a minute, they are alone again.
"Much better," decides Haruhi, facing him.
"I couldn't agree more; I want you all to myself," he states, leading her back to their favored wall. "I have years of longing to share with you."
Shivering, she whispers, "It seems unreal and impossible for that to be the case, but you're not one to exaggerate like that."
His demeanor changes as he leans in and curiously asks, "Why is it so impossible?"
"You stayed away when I came back home from the States, and I knew you had dated others because of Tamaki showing me photos. You never told me. Later, I was always the one challenging you and giving you a hard time," she explains, looping her arms around him. "How could you like that?"
"You've always seen through me and challenged me. You treat me like a normal person and keep me honest, something I learned to value quickly," he replies, smiling and mirroring her actions. "I liked you after knowing you for one year."
She chuckles as she realizes just how wrong she was.
He goes on, saying, "I wanted to forget about you since you and Tamaki were together. But the only women who interested me were ones that looked like you. I had feelings for you when you came back, but I didn't want to scare you. You didn't seem ready, and I knew you wouldn't go out with me if I manipulated you or the situation."
She nods. "You're right. I wouldn't have responded well."
She doesn't miss the opportunity to touch now; snaking a hand up, she grasps his chin, as much to reassure him as to direct him toward what she wants. He leans into her hand, grateful that they have learned to be affectionate.
"The problem was that you were forcing me to do something I rarely did: cultivate a genuine friendship." He dips his head, hoping he explains himself well enough. "Self-interest has always helped in the past, not so with you. I felt powerless since being honest wasn't an option then. You challenging me was the best thing that could have happened in reality, as was you getting busy."
"I'm glad it helped in the end," she replies, resting against his chest.
What is it about the sensation of feeling another take comfort and protection in you? The serious conversation only goes deeper, becomes more real, as she clings to him, and he never wants to let go of her. Time stops, and conversation ends naturally as he revels in this mutual seeking of the other, hands at her neck and arm, wherever he can find bare skin. Little caresses and circles speak everything needed, and the longer they stay there, the more his love needs an outlet. He kisses the crown of her head, her ears, her neck, and everything in between, and she holds him against her like he's her lifeline.
To be so wanted, especially by her, is the greatest honor he could ever imagine. All he wants is to give himself to her, to offer himself in whatever way she desires. He has her now, and he is content.
When they finish cuddling outside, they head inside to prevent abusing the freedom given. As expected, their friends steal Haruhi at once, and Ranka intercepts Kyoya.
"I've never seen my Haruhi so happy! I didn't know it was possible, but I should have guessed it was possible since it involves you," gushes Ranka, jumping up and down as he steals glances at Haruhi. "Look at how she lights up the room!"
"She is radiant, but little of that is due to me," states Kyoya, trying not to take credit for the circumstances. "She's been busy accomplishing things of late."
"You made many of those things possible; you helped her in certain classes. You helped her find work and made her famous before ever becoming a full lawyer," reminds Ranka, calming down as he focuses on Kyoya. "She's grown so much because of you."
"She's done the same for me. I never want to spend a day without her," states Kyoya, making Ranka squeal giddily.
"It sounds like wedding bells are in your future then. Good!" He claps Kyoya's back. "Don't waste time. Time is short. I have seen this with my Kotoko. Never miss an opportunity to tell Haruhi how much you love her."
Coughing, Kyoya regards the man in front of him, noticing more similarities to Tamaki. "Love her?"
"Of course! It's very obvious you do. Besides, you did tell me you have plans for her," says Ranka playfully. "It's going to be the most wonderful day when you do ask her!"
Luckily for Kyoya, the room is too loud for anyone else to hear the older man, but he is glad to have Ranka's support.
"You are the father I always wanted," he states earnestly, earning a crushing hug from Ranka.
"And I would love nothing more than to have you for a son! Go on," encourages Ranka, backing away and pointing at Haruhi. "Go join your friends. Don't waste time with me anymore."
"Thank you."
The rest of the night is spent at Haruhi's side, and they receive many speculative looks at how obvious they are being. Their friends' eyes are constantly on them as well, and when Haruhi is hugging the twins and Tamaki goodbye, Hunny takes advantage of the moment.
"It was high time you became a couple. You've both wanted it for some time, especially you. It's good to see you both so happy," observes Hunny. "We've all seen how well you two get along and knew it was only a matter of time before you got together."
"You've done well," declares Mori, patting Kyoya's shoulder.
"Mon ami! Come here!" cries Tamaki as he bids his friend farewell. "This is such a happy day for me! Now we are all happy as we should be!"
"We're not engaged," reminds Kyoya with a good-natured shake of his head.
"Yet," sing-songs Tamaki, grinning. "I know you won't waste time."
Kyoya certainly has no intention to dally, but he also doesn't want to rush things. Driving home that night looks the same as they still hold hands and talk quietly, and once inside, he walks her to her bedroom door.
"Good night," he bids, leaning in to kiss her.
Reaching up on her tiptoes, she meets him halfway. It's a sweet peck, a promise of many good things to come.
Author's Notes: Thanks for reading! This last chapter will take a little longer to come.