"I wish you could go with me," Haruhi said as she snuggled into Takashi's arms.
He tightened his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "Me, too," he rumbled. "It's just for one night, we can do this."
She looked up at him, a frown marring her features. "I understand why we need to do this; I just don't like it. It feels wrong. I want everyone to know that I chose you, that you're my choice."
"We know that love," he said and pressed his lips to hers in a quick kiss. He cupped her cheek, leaning his forehead against hers. "I don't like this either. I don't share and make no mistake, you're mine. But, Kyoya asked for help, and our parents know that this is just a ruse. They know where we stand, which is together."
She shivered in his arms as his words washed over her. He dipped his head lower and nibbled on her lips until she opened up for him. She sighed against his lips as he deepened the kiss. The one thing about kissing Takashi is that his kisses were addictive, he was addictive. She wanted him, all of him, but it was too soon to be thinking along those lines. They had only been dating for a little over a month.
In her heart, she knew there would be no other. She would always want Takashi. She had for a long time, and now her dreams have come true. But what if he wanted someone else while she was gone? He assured her by telling her that his heart was true and steady, and she believed him. Her mind was a harpy and would cause that fear to creep into her heart.
She tangled her fingers into his hair, pressing her body against his. He moved his hands and cupped her backside, and she jumped a little to wrap her legs around his waist and locked her ankles together the best she could with the walking boot still on her ankle. They were standing in her chambers while the others waited for them to join them in her sitting area. She would be leaving soon.
She figured it didn't matter if she looked slightly dishevelled before he went to see Ootori-san. It would go further in her estimation. He would assume that she was mussed up due to Kyoya.
One of his large hands gripped her thigh, the other one brushed up against her side, his fingers slowly gliding against her shirt until he tugged at the offending material and ghosted his hand under.
Her breath hitched and she moved her hips against him as he flicked his fingers against her bra, moving the cup out of the way, and pressing his palm against her breast.
"Takashi," she panted.
He walked her to press her against the way. The soft thud of her body did nothing to deter her from gyrating her hips against the bulge in his pants. He hissed between his teeth as he tore his lips away from hers.
Tingles skirted up her spine as he pinched and rolled her nipple between his talented fingers. Haruhi pressed her core harder against his length and bit her lower lip so as not to cry out in pleasure as she hit the perfect spot.
She was getting close. This would be the first time they went this far. Takashi was insanely proper with her, never touching her like this. He attacked her neck as he whispered dirty words in her ear and her eyes rolled in the back of her head.
Takashi knew he should stop, but he didn't want to stop. He couldn't. He hated to admit it, it was his jealousy that was rearing its ugly head, too. He wanted her to remember that they were together, that they belonged to each other. He wanted to take it further, but it was too soon for that.
Touching was one thing, but sharing their bodies was another. They had only been together for over a month.
Even though they have known each other for years, they were learning about each other as a couple. It would do no good to rush things. As far as he was concerned, they would be together forever but didn't want to pressure her.
She tightened her legs around his waist, and he pulled back to watch her. She clenched her teeth, a small hiss issuing from her mouth and her eyes fluttered shut. She was beautiful when she came undone in his arms. He felt pride well up inside of him as she came down from her high. He made her come undone. It was his machinations that made her feel that way.
He hissed through his teeth too when he settled her on her feet making sure she was steady, nipping and kissing her neck. He needed a cold shower and soon. He ached for her and felt his cock throb against the placket of his jeans. He took a deep breath to get his body under control.
"Takashi," she breathed as she wound her hand around his neck and pressed her small frame against his.
"I love you," he whispered kissing the top of her head.
His eyes widened when he realized what he just said. He did love her, but he wasn't ready to say it yet. He wished he could grab those words and pull them back.
She stiffened in his arms for a moment before she blinked up at him. "I... I love you, too," she whispered and kissed under his jaw.
His stomach lurched at her quiet confession and pulled her closer to him, his arms like gentle bands around her body.
She rested her head on his chest and sighed. "I need to get ready," she said.
"Hn," he said with a frown. He didn't want her to go. In fact, he wanted to go with her to ensure her safety. He knew Kyoya would protect her from his father... probably.
Pressing a kiss to his chest she pulled back, his hand skimming down to her waist. He kissed her slowly and hard and pulled back pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. With one final sigh, he let her go and went to join the others while she got ready.
Kyoya watched Haruhi throughout the night. During dinner, she engaged in conversation with his whole family. He could tell that his mother and sister were smitten with her, and he felt a pang of guilt that this was just a ruse to appease his father as he took over his companies.
He would, of course, take care of his mother, but his father was another matter.
They were in the drawing room enjoying tea. The women were across the room sitting on the settee quietly chatting. His father and his brother Akito were staring at Haruhi and he didn't like it. It made him feel unsettled.
"You did well for once, Kyoya," his father said standing next to the fireplace.
He looked away from Haruhi and met his father's penetrating graze. "Thank you, father."
"Just make sure she is completely yours before she leaves for America. Ask her to marry you."
Kyoya almost spit out his tea. "I don't think that's a wise idea, father. Haruhi is driven and wants to complete her education before she thinks of marriage."
His father harrumphed and looked back over at Haruhi.
"If you'll excuse me, I want to speak to Haruhi about her upcoming appointment." His brother, Yuuichi set his teacup down with barely a sound and made his way to where Haruhi was sitting with his mother, sister and Yuuichi's wife.
"I expect you to be with her when she has her appointment next week," his father said.
He wanted to ask why , but he knew better. Haruhi was a grown woman now and could certainly go to an appointment alone, but for appearance's sake, he knew it was an order, not a suggestion. He surmised that his father wished to brag to the others about Haruhi, that she would be an Ootori someday.
He watched her as her face became animated speaking to his brother and his stomach turned sour. Yes, he loved her as family, but he knew he could love her so much more. The romantic way. But that would never come to pass. She was his equal in every way and could see the appeal of having her as his.
He would never cross Mori-senpai. He much preferred to live and be intact, thank you very much. He saw the way the two of them were together. They orbited around each other when they were together. Each shift in their bodies seemed choreographed. Every time they would move, they would adjust to compensate for the other. It was odd, and he knew that they were meant to be together.
They were happy, and that's what he wanted for his real family. For each of them to be happy. He had a family that was made up of a mother, father, sister, and two brothers, but the Host Club was his real family. They loved him, and protected him. The evidence of their affection for him was sitting in this room playing pretend for him.
"I should take Haruhi home, father," Kyoya said as he stood. "She needs her rest."
His father stood, too, and nodded at him. "Remember what I said, Kyoya. Make sure she is tied to you. I want to see you engaged as soon as possible."
He wanted to roll his eyes but simply gave him a curt nod and moved to where Haruhi was. After brief goodbyes, he ushered her out into the night, his hand on the small of her back as he guided her to the limo.
Once they were safely ensconced inside, he let out a breath. He didn't realize how tightly he was wound up until he felt his body melt into the seat. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose hoping that he could pull this off. He didn't want his father to suspect anything.
"Are you okay, Kyoya-senpai?"
Putting on his glasses once again, he canted his head to the side to look at Haruhi. She looked lovely tonight in her summer dress dotted with cherry blossoms. Her hair was up in an elegant chignon, and she wore very little makeup.
In a word, she was stunning.
"Thank you, Haruhi, I'm fine."
"What did your father say? Do you think we fooled him?"
"He wants me to ask you to marry me before you leave for America," he said with a frown.
"Gah, Kyoya-senpai. Doesn't he think that's a little too soon?"
He gave her a wane smile, "He wants you as an Ootori, and wants that guarantee. I told him that it was too soon and that you are putting your education first. That should hold him off for a while."
"I should hope so," she said with a frown. "Takashi and I aren't even at that point in our relationship."
"Can I ask you something?"
"You can ask me anything," she said seriously. "You're one of my best friends, Kyoya-senpai. If you weren't, I wouldn't be here."
"Does Mori-senpai make you happy?"
"Yes," she answered immediately. "I never thought that being with any of you was a possibility, so I kept my feelings to myself. I was a commoner, after all."
"There was nothing common about you." he growled. "Any of us would be proud to have you."
"Kyoya-senpai...I..."
He waved his hand in the air and shook his head. "I'm emotionally bankrupt, Haruhi. I wouldn't be good for anyone."
She scooted closer and grabbed his hand, "That's simply not true! You're amazing and anyone would be proud to have you. It's just your father is difficult to deal with."
"So, if I had asked you to go out with me before, you would have said yes?" he teased.
She snorted and shook her head. "I think we would end up murdering each other."
He squeezed her hand and smiled. "Probably. You and I are a lot alike. Both opinionated."
"True," she mused.
They rode in silence, and she never let go of his hand. She looked out the window and he studied her profile as the lights flashed across her face. Her delicate features, her small upturned nose, and her full lips. Yes, he would have done anything to have her before, and now he just realized that. But at least she would always be in his life as his best friend. His family.