Rating: T, kinda leaning/hinting towards M.
Summary: Ever wondered what happened after the Host Club walked in on Tamaki having blindfolded Haruhi, as he found out that she was afraid of thunderstorms? Well, this offers one "possible" solution…
Pairing: Kyouya/Haruhi.
Warnings: Mild adult themes and the possibility of Out Of Character-behaviour.
Disclaimer: All characters and such are the property of its creator, Bisco Hatori-san. All I own is the plotline. This was written for mine and your entertainment only; I do not make any money on this. If you see this story posted anywhere else under a different name, please send me a message about it.
Safe from the storm.
Chapter 5: Confessions, part 1
She widened her eyes, not believing what she was hearing.
"And here I walked around, imagining that you only did things that would be beneficial for you in one way or another."
She turned to him, making some distance between them so that she could look at him without having to squint her eyes or anything, hoping he could see her clearly without his glasses too.
"No offence, Kyouya." She added quickly, she hadn't meant it as hard as it might have sounded.
"None taken, Haruhi. That is how I appear as to everyone, I know that." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"But making sure you are ok IS beneficial for me. Not because of the vase you broke or anything, but for my own reason."
"What reason?"
He hesitated a little. "As long as you are safe and happy, then I'm happy."
She gasped a little. This was something she would have expected to hear from Tamaki or perhaps the twins in one of their plots for the clients but never, never from Kyouya.
"That's so sweet, Kyouya." She smiled and felt the heat rise in her cheeks.
He opened his eyes to look at her and smirked as he saw that the tip of her ears turn red.
Haruhi saw that his eyes glinted and tensed a little. That glint, together with his smirk, normally meant that he had something up his rich man sleeve.
But instead of moving away like she would do in any other situation he was like this, she moved carefully closer, hoping to stop any plan he might be constructing before he had time to making it real.
Kyouya snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her with wonder in his eyes.
She placed her hands on his chest and felt how his skin burned in her palms before she moved her head up to kiss him lightly on his lips, unsure of what to do and how to do it, being as inexperienced as she was.
Kyouya blushed for what must have been the first time in his teen life and deepened the kiss by letting his tongue run over her lower lip, begging for entrance, equally inexperienced as Haruhi.
He just ran with his instincts.
She granted it and he enjoyed this feeling of her responding, battling his tongue with her own.
The arm he had been laying on he snaked beneath her slender body and pulled her closer, while he placed the other on her hip, slowly and softly letting it glide over her silky, short nightgown, ending at her neck.
The need for air pulled them apart and they panted as they rested at each others foreheads, their eyes closed again.
"Haruhi…" Kyouya muttered, deep in his throat. "I have a confession to make."
"Yes, Kyouya?" Haruhi kind of liked how his name rolled of her tongue, pleased that he himself had asked her not to include the polite title they are to use when interacting.
"About last night, the follow up on Tamaki's scolding and stuff…"
He swallowed, clearly somewhat uncomfortable about saying this.
"I didn't tell you the whole truth."
She kept silent, awaiting his explanation.
"I… I would never sleep with you, if I were to get merits from it."
He felt her breathing quickening.
"I would only sleep with you, if you wanted to."
Okay! Here's the fift installment in this fanfic! Ohhhh... The suspension is thrilling, don't you think? How do you like it? Is it exciting enough? Too mushy? Any comments will help me improve as a writer, so I welcome them. But please, only constructive critisism, not "OMG, you suck." without any reason.
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