Episode: The sun, the Sea and the Host Club
In her annoyance, Haruhi ate too much and made herself sick. She rushes to the first bathroom she finds to throw up. She exits into a bedroom, and notices an occupant.
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"I apologize, sir. I didn't mean to intrude."
"Don't be silly, it's just me," Kyoya announced.
"Kyoya-senpai!" Haruhi exclaimed. He looked different without his glasses. "Senpai, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make everybody worry about me today."
Kyoya stood up and walked towards her. "Thanks, but I wasn't especially worried. Although, I did have a hard time separating Kaoru and Hikaru from those two punks. They almost beat them half to death. And, because of you, I had to send each of the girls a bouquet of flowers to apologize. They've been looking forward to this trip and we don't want to disappoint them." He passed by her while he spoke and stopped at the wall.
"I'll pay you back for the flowers, senpai," Haruhi promised.
"Each bouquet cost me 50,000. That's a grand total of 600,000 yen, Haruhi." Kyoya turned off the lights and looked down at her. She was puzzled by his actions.
"Uh, why'd you turn the lights off?"
"If you want to," Kyoya began, leaning down to her level. A seductive smile slid onto his face as he continued, "you can pay me back with your body."
Kyoya grabbed her wrist and pushed her onto his bed. She let out a startled cry, but otherwise remained silent as he climbed on the bed after her. She sprawled out rather widely, her right leg bent so her knee was in the air, forcing her dress to ride up slightly. He straddled her body, leaving her nowhere to run.
"Surely you aren't so naive that you actually believe a person's sex doesn't matter?" he asked. "You've left yourself completely defenseless against me."
Haruhi's body relaxed slightly, her eyes softened, not showing any of the apprehension Kyoya had expected."You won't do it Kyoya-senpai." His smile finally slid off his face. He hadn't anticipated this being her reaction. "I know because it wouldn't do you any good. You wouldn't gain anything from it."
"Wouldn't gain anything?" His seductive smile was back. He slowly lowered his body over hers, moving his left leg to rest in between hers, and shifting his weight to his right side. "That's an interesting thought, if not an accurate one. Haruhi, I'm a teenage boy." Kyoya's mouth was right by her ear now and he breathed: "I have everything to gain."
Haruhi still hadn't tried to free herself. She was unperturbed by his proximity, and it reminded Kyoya that they never did figure out what she feared. Stupid girl.
"Maybe, but I think you have more to lose. Tamaki-senpai would never forgive you." She had a point there. But at the moment, that wasn't particularly important.
"That's very true," he conceded. His left hand left the bed and appeared at her waist. His fingers trailed down her side until they landed half way down her thigh. "But he wouldn't find out. You're not the type to go looking for a hero, Haruhi. You'd keep this," he emphasized his meaning by hooking his thumb under her dress, "between us." His hand began to rise up her thigh, pulling her dress along with it.
Haruhi froze. She didn't expect Kyoya to go this far. And he was right, too. Haruhi probably wouldn't be able to stop him, and she knew she wouldn't tell a soul about this.
He was still caressing her thigh when his head nuzzled into Haruhi's neck. Her breath caught and she couldn't stop the shiver that traveled down her body when his breath hit her neck. She didn't know what to do.
Before she could come to a decision, he climbed off her with an elegance that only Kyoya could pull off.
"You're a fascinating young woman, Haruhi."
She was finally able to breath, but didn't try to move yet. She was shaking too much. "I've learned something from this," Haruhi admitted. "I guess I never realized what a nice guy you were, senpai."
Kyoya turned towards her and raised an eyebrow, amused by her interpretation of his actions. He threw his glasses on, allowing him to see her clearly for the first time tonight. She was directing a soft smile at him, and Kyoya wondered if he would've been able to stop himself if he had seen her this clearly before. Her dress was still hiked up, her cheeks were flush, and she looked so inviting. It might be best for him to look away.
"I know what you're doing," Haruhi continued, as if Kyoya wasn't waging an internal battle with himself. "You're just trying to prove what Tamaki-senpai said earlier. I know that you're trying to prove his point, that you're just posing as the bad guy."
"Posing, hmm?" Kyoya grabbed a shirt and drifted away from Haruhi. He needed distance before he was doing more than just 'posing'. When he reached the door, he came to an abrupt stop, as if a thought had just come to him. "It's funny though. You didn't even try to make me stop. Maybe you didn't want me to." Haruhi had no response to that, and Kyoya walked out the door.
