This is a fic that takes place during episode 8. I always wondered what could've happened between Tamaki and Haruhi during the ending scene and well this is my own imagination. Enjoy!

Passion Through the Storm

Haruhi jumped slightly as another shiver went down her back; she knew what was coming. The weather had called for heavy showers but nothing about thunder and lightening.

"Great," she murmured to herself, involuntarily rubbing her bare arms as a form of protection and self-reassurance. Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror she made sure the color had re-appeared back onto her face. Placing the damp towel back onto the rack, so walked out.

"It's not polite to just go into someone's room."

Haruhi looked over near the large bay windows and saw Kyouya, toweling his wet hair, wearing only his loose pants, which surprisingly were still able to show off his firm, long legs.

"Sorry, I didn't know that this was your room. I just went to the closest one that had a washroom." she responded, Kyouya's appearance having no effect on her. Yes, she would admit that he was very handsome and any other girl who was in this room would have probably pounced at this opportunity, but Haruhi was not like the other girls.

Kyouya placed the towel on the empty chair across from him, keeping his glasses off, he turned to look at her. His eyes wandering from her face, perfectly shaped, her hair cradling around cheeks. He smiled slightly, noticing that her dress was a perfect fit, despite the slight ruffles and frills, anyone would have noticed the slim, beautiful woman that stood before him. With each calm breath, her chest rose, the dress tightening around her, leaving very little for the imagination.

"You know," he said getting up, "You caused a lot of trouble today."

Haruhi glared slightly at him, as she remembered the events on the beach. She had been picking shell fish with Honey-sempai when two trespassers had wandered onto the beach and began harassing the female guests. Acting like the fearless heroine she tried to fight them off, but only ended up being thrown off the large rock and having Tamaki-sempai and everyone else worrying about her.

"I'm sorry." she responded, her eyes not leaving him, "I didn't mean to make you worry Kyouya-sempai."

He chuckled slightly, "I wasn't worried, do you know the great deal of trouble I went through?" he asked, walking towards and past her, "I had to pry Hikaru and Karou off of those pimps and as for the ladies I had to have special bouquets made out to them as an apology."

"I can pay you back for the flow-huh? Kyouya-sempai, why did you turn off the lights?"

The room had suddenly became quite dark; Haruhi had to squint slightly to adjust her eyes to the darkness.

She could hear the shuffling of Kyouya's pants as he neared her, he bent down slightly so he was facing right at her. His warm breath on her cheek, "You don't have the cash for the amount I spent on those flowers," he whispered slyly, "But you could always pay me back with your body."

Haruhi's eyes widened, gasping slightly as Kyouya forced her onto the bed. Lying down on her back, he kneeled over her, his dark eyes covered by his raven locks.

"You should fix that 'being a guy or a girl doesn't matter' nonsense of yours." He whispered huskily, moving his face closer to hers. His hot breath tickling her lips, "See, you are too defenseless, I could do whatever I desire to you and you can not even breath a word." He inched his face even closer, "That is the difference between being a guy and a girl and not even you can change that."

Haruhi looked up at him, a calm expression on her face, "I see..."she whispered, "But you wouldn't do anything Kyouya-sempai." she said confidently.

Kyouya moved away from her, slightly surprised, "What do you mean?"

"You wouldn't get any merit points for sleeping with me." she said, moving from under him as he moved off of her.

He stared at her as he placed his glasses back on and adjusted them slightly.

"You took on this dangerous character role just to teach me a lesson right?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

Kyouya-sempai, stood up, his bare back facing towards her, his head was slightly down, absorbing and analyzing her words. Perhaps her words were true and he only did what he just did to prove her a lesson and to make her more cautious for the future.

"Haruhi..." he turned around, kneeling onto the bed, pulling her close; entangling her in his strong arms. With lightening speed he began to lightly kiss her neck, taking in her sweet scent and warmth.

Haruhi unwillingly shivered, "Kyouya-sempai..." She gasped softly and stiffened as she heard the sound of thunder rolling in the distance.

Kyouya paid no attention as he nipped her gently, stroking her back, "This what I meant," he whispered, trailing his wet lips along her flushed skin, "Complete control." He pressed his body closer to hers, ignoring the knock at the door.

"Kyouya, do you have the cream? My burn is starting to h-"

Kyouya instinctively moved away from Haruhi as Tamaki entered. All Tamaki saw was Haruhi shivering on the bed, holding herself. He did not know of her fears and took this situation into the wrong context, "Kyouya you bas-!"

"Be quiet, Tamaki, here's your lotion." He tossed to him, "Use it how you wish." He took one last glimpse of Haruhi, smirking slightly as he walked out of the room. Mumbling something about merits.

Haruhi jumped slightly, shutting her eyes to the lightening before looking at Tamaki, "I thought you weren't talking to me."

"What was that about!" Tamaki asked, angrily. His purple eyes narrowing, gazing over her form and position she was in.

"Nothing, really." she responded, smiling slightly.

"Enough! That was not nothing !" he grabbed her shoulders.

She stared back at him, her brown eyes calm, her face a little pale, "Kyouya-sempai, was showing me how defenseless I really was."

"Defenseless..."he sighed removing his hands from her shoulders, already missing the warmth. "You've had an eventful day...I should let you go to bed, good night."

Haruhi sat up, jumping off the bed, "No,"she cried, gripping onto his shirt. "Please...sempai I-" she squealed slightly as thunder roared loudly outside the windows.

"Haruhi."

"Uhh,"she stuttered opening the wardrobe, and began to crawl inside, "Never mind, I just realized I have something to do." she said as she shut the doors tightly shut.

Tamaki stood in front of the wardrobe, "Come on, Haruhi, there is nothing you can do in there...is it because of the thunder."

Haruhi did not respond. She pulled her knees close to her chest, shivering violently. It was she always did during a thunder storm, she would hide in a dark place alone and wait for it all to be over. She could hear Tamaki pulling on the handles.

"You always went through this alone didn't you?" he asked, pulling the doors open. Haruhi kept her gaze down, closing her eyes tightly. "You were brought up to not rely on anyone, even when all of us were there for you." He bent down closer to her, holding out his hand, "I promise Haruhi, that from now on you don't have to be alone. I will always be there to protect you and to just be there for you."

Haruhi looked up, her eyes wide as saucers. She heard the thunder and leapt towards him, wrapping her arms around him. Tamaki smiled softly, wrapping his own arms around her. Her small warm body felt perfect against his as he gently stroked her hair. He felt her shake and tried to coax her into calming down, "Shush, it's all right." he whispered, soothingly to her.

"Tamaki-sempai..."she whispered, whimpering slightly seeing lightening flash before her eyes. She buried her face in his shoulder, tightening her grip on his shirt.

Tamaki moved away somewhat from her, "Haruhi..."he whispered, cupping her chin forcing her to look up; her eyes remained shut, "Open them, and look at me."

Slowly, Haruhi opened her eyes, staring into Tamaki's purple eyes. He smiled down at her, stroking her cheeks. His facial features were soft and he looked adoringly down at her. "Beautiful." he breathed.

Haruhi felt the blood rush to her cheeks, "S-stop, talking like that." she ordered. Moving away from him but quickly lunged back onto him as thunder shook the room.

Tamaki laughed softly, cupping her chin again, tilting her head upwards. His face inches from hers, taking one hand in his, he gently pressed his lips against hers.

Haruhi took in a large breath of air when Tamaki's lips pressed against hers. The kiss was gentle and soft, his warm, moist lips gave her a feeling of comfort ness and yet a feeling of longing as she gripped his hand and his shirt. Her body cried for more as she deepened the kiss, moving closer to him.

Tamaki was surprised by her reaction and was even more surprised as she deepened the kiss. He smiled, knowing that tonight was the night he was going to show Haruhi what she really meant to him. He nibbled on her lower lip, causing her to cry out, then running his tongue over the swollen lip, gently forcing her to part lips and slowly moving his tongue. He instantly grabbed hold of her, pressing her even closer as he drank in the feeling she was causing him to feel.

Haruhi felt like she was drowning, drowning within a whirlpool of pleasure. Her body screamed for me, begging to be touched as her mind was all a haze. She moaned loudly, running a free hand through his golden locks, crying slightly feeling his tongue against hers. She felt herself being guided back to the bed where she was gently pushed onto her back as Tamaki laid onto of her.

Tamaki took in her small form as he dominated over her, he broke the kiss and went onto working her neck. Sucking and nipping, leaving red marks all over. Red marks that he made, showing the world that Haruhi was his, she was his world, his life, his everything.

"Nyah, Tamaki!" she cried, arching her body slightly wanting to feel the heat of his body. She gripped his hair, feeling heat surge through her body. She felt her chest tighten as the heat between her legs grew and her dress now felt like a confinement that she wished was removed.

Tamaki slowly removed the straps of her dress and unzipped her, removing the dress, kissing every new inch of exposed skin that she offered to him. Soon he only had her down to her bra and panties. He looked down at her admiring the beauty that laid before him. Haruhi began to realize that all he was doing was staring and blushed trying to cover herself up. Tamaki took her arms and brought them to her side, "Don't, you don't have anything to be embarrassed about." he whispered, kissing the collar of her neck.

Haruhi floated down the stream of pleasure as she removed Tamaki's shirt, stroking his hair chest, causing a shiver and moan to escape from the Prince's lips. She felt him remove her bra, gently kissing and kneading her chest, forcing her to bite her lip to stop her from screaming too loudly.

"Haruhi," he moaned feeling her hips press up against his. He wanted to take it slow but couldn't anymore as he removed her panties, causing her to squeal slightly. He laughed softly, trailing his hand down her stomach and in-between her legs. He was surprised on how wet she really was and gently inserted one finger into her. His eyes widened at how hot and tight she was. The way her muscles lovingly contracted around his finger and the whimpering sounds she made.

Haruhi could feel him insert one finger into her and then another. She felt a bit of pain but knew he was only doing it to prepare her. She cried loudly, which was muted by the thunder as he rubbed up against her clitoris. She could feel herself reach her pick, and complained loudly when Tamaki removed his fingers.

He laughed slightly, kissing her gently as he removed his shorts and boxers. He saw Haruhi's eyes widened seeing the size of him. He cupped her face and kissed her again, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to." he whispered, "We can stop here."

Haruhi looked up at him and smiled, "Idiot."

Tamaki looked at her confused, "Uh.."

Haruhi smiled and giggled, showing the more girly side to her, "Take me,"she breathed in his ear.

Tamaki moaned, holding onto her hand, warning her of the pain, entering her slowly. He gently kissed away the tears and waited till she was ready to begin. She arched her hips begging for him to continue. He smiled and moved slowly. He loved the way she felt around him. She was so tight and her body moved in perfect unison with his.

"Tamaki!" she cried, arching her back, pressing herself closer against him. Loving the feeling of the body friction that had been created. Lightening illuminated the room, Haruhi's body glistened with sweat as she felt herself extremely close.

"Tamaki, I'm gonna...I'm gonna,"she panted, gripping onto him, crying loudly as she felt her muscles tighten around him, screaming loudly as her body shook violently from the climax. Tamaki came quickly after her, cumming deep inside of her, moaning her name.

He laid down next to her, slowly moving out of her, pulling her close.

"Haruhi." he whispered, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. Haruhi laid on his chest, her breathing slowly going back to its regular rhythm. "Tamaki..."she responded.

He stroked her hair, "I love you,"he breathed, wrapping his arms around her, cradling her.

Haruhi smiled, kissing him gently, before exchanging the same words back to him. Slowly, she closed her eyes, as the rumbling of the thunder sounded farther and farther away, "Thank you, my Prince." she whispered before falling asleep.

Tamaki smiled, "Good night, my princess and sleep dreams." he sighed, falling asleep as well.

In front of the door stood Kyouya, his hand still on the handle where it had been when he first wanted to go back to his room. Sighing, pushing his glasses up, he finally removed his hand. Taking one last look at the door he walked back down the dark hallway, thinking of his own Haruhi and the love that he had for her.

Fin

Well there you go! How did you find it? I'm personally quite proud of myself for this one. Well you can be judge of this work though Thanks for reading and I'm wondering if I should post a sequel or another what-if kinda thing. Tell me what you think!