The quotes at the beginning of each chapter are mine unless otherwise stated like the ones below. I decided to combine these two interludes because they seemed a little short on their own so that's what happened. Enjoy and review^^
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Chapter 4
Interlude: Tear in the Measuring Tape/ Bittersweet Tea Mornings
Bittersweet Tea Mornings
The Morning of Chapter 3: Forgive Me
"When you and I are alone I've never felt so at home" -Saltwater Room, Owl City
Today was the day.
Tamaki stirred in his sleep, his eyes slowly opened. His first thought? Kyouya. Tamaki felt like a jerk for shouting at him like that. Though he had apologized, Tamaki felt like that could and would never be enough. Tamaki's dark colored eyes stared up at the ceiling.
He was alone. But he was used to it. Other than the various staff in the mansion. His mansion. That blank pale yellow ceiling reflected his current situation. He hadn't slept next to his wife in months. She had a house in France, which she preferred to live in. He hadn't had any "intimate time" as she would call it either. Tamaki admitted it to himself. He really was in a loveless relationship. He'd never wanted one, but there he was faced with the very scenario he'd feared of having. No one seemed to question how distant they were. Tamaki didn't think anyone wanted to get involved. Even the Host club. Tamaki was beginning to lose faith in them. He'd told himself so many times not to let that happen. That they all loved him. That they were an perpetually irreplaceable family, never to be broken. Such childish thoughts.
Tamaki pulled off his shirt and threw it towards his closet. He approached the wide windows that stood on the far side of his room. Tamaki pulled at the cream colored curtains and exposed his large room to the soft light of the just rising sun. He took a deep breath. All he needed to do right then was relax and hope that things will run its course and turn out well in the end. Tamaki walked back to his bedside and grabbed his cell phone. Absolutely no hesitation this time, Tamaki didn't allow himself to feel timid.
The phone's small rings, still made Tamaki's stomach flutter. He exhaled, when will these feelings cease to persist? He sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Kyouya?" Tamaki said the second the rings stopped. "Are you there Kyouya, if you are I hope you'll still accept my invitation to come over, but if you don't- well I don't really expect-"
"Tamaki, I'm on my way already, I wouldn't want to miss a meeting between friends, would I?"
"I guess not." Tamaki's heart sank. Friends?
Kyouya chuckled, "Don't die yet Tamaki, I want to discuss with you some, shall we say, parameters."
"Wait, what? Kyouya, what are we talking about?"
"Don't hold your breath Tamaki, you'll find out shortly." Kyouya hung up.
Bastard. Tamaki smirked. That was Kyouya for you. He was either the administrator, or he wasn't attending. Tamaki stood up and headed towards his closet. Once he'd gotten there, he pulled down his pajamas, and opened the wooden doors of his wardrobe. He no longer needed a maid to suggest clothes to him, then again, he'd never really liked what they picked out for him. He absentmindedly grabbed a pair of pants and threw them to his bed. He then turned to look in the mirror on his right.
Tamaki looked himself up and down. He could tell he'd gotten thinner. As the head of the Suoh Company, work wasn't exactly as easy as a school assignment was. He was the only one out of his friends that had already reached the top. Kyouya was still working beneath his father. Working, persuading his father that he should be the next head. The fact that he was the first of his brothers to get a wife, made him stand out that much more and having a smart wife nonetheless made him an almost irrefutable candidate for the job.
Tamaki had never really scrutinized himself this way. Other than his face, his body had gotten a bit paler and he could slightly see the protrusion of his ribs as he skimmed his fingers across them. Ever since he'd gotten married, the number of meals he had decreased considerably. Tamaki hadn't eaten since this time yesterday. His eyes were a darker purple, though his face was still quite youthful and retained that rosy cheeked look he'd had since he was a child. Then again he was only twenty two years old. He was married by eighteen, felt alone by twenty.
"Ootori San has arrived, were would you like me to send him? Your office?" The maid said as Tamaki looked up. "But Sir you're not dressed yet, would you like me to-"
Tamaki almost considered that suggestion until he remembered his recent vandalism to the room. Since then, he'd rejected the cleaning of the room, in hopes that they don't find out about it, and assign him a therapist.
"No, just send him in here."
"But, Sir, you're not appropriately dressed-"
"Send him in." Tamaki cut in.
"Yes Sir. Ootori San will be up sent up here shortly" The maid left his doorway closing the door on her way out.
Tamaki angled himself towards the now closed door. His hands grasped his pants that lay a few inches away. Within a second of contemplation, he was then scrambling to get them on. Even though they were close he really didn't want Kyouya to see him in this state of undress. Tamaki looked up just as Kyouya was slowly walking through the threshold, a curious look on his face.
"Kyouya," Tamaki's eyes widened. "You're-You're here. That was faster than I thought."
"I'm not one to prolong an important meeting, am I?"
Tamaki hastened a few feet to the door, he then embraced Kyouya. Tamaki's lids drooped. He finally back in the arms of someone he trusted. He finally able to let his perpetual guard down.
"Kyouya, close the door." Tamaki said softly into his ear. He felt Kyouya freeze up for just a second, it was almost undetectable, before closing the door seemingly without hesitation.
Kyouya was finally here, Tamaki sighed quietly. The rush of affection Tamaki had for Kyouya threatened to overwhelm him. Kyouya, whose lips he'd kissed so many times, whose skin he'd felt so comfortable with each and every time, the shirt would be unbuttoned or tossed to the floor. Tamaki lived for it, he sought after it. Though, recently, Tamaki found himself hoping that that connection, that secure net he'd had, would soon break. Kyouya was going to get married. And Tamaki had to accept that sooner or later. Haruhi herself said that she wouldn't get in the way of them, "You guys are so stupid," she smiled up at them both. "I've known about this little relationship for a little while." Haruhi took both their hands in hers. "Are you, Kyouya Senpai, embarrassed to kiss in front of someone? Me, nonetheless?" Though, maybe in not so many words, but Tamaki knew what she meant.
"Wow, Kyouya, haven't seen you in such a long time," Tamaki smiled, soaking in as much of Kyouya's appearance as he could. The neatly parted dark hair, the rimless glasses that covered the steely gray eyes, and the slightly tanned skin that showed beneath his slightly opened collar. "I wanted to see if you'd still listen to me, so I told you to close the door, and you did!" Tamaki chuckled.
"Tamaki, that test is invalid, I would have closed the door even if you haven't told me to.-"
"I felt your hesitation Kyouya,-"
"I didn't know what your intentions were at first," Kyouya pushed up his glasses and pursed his lips. "Stop acting so childish Tamaki." he smirked.
Tamaki couldn't help but smile so idiotically large, he felt the corners of his lips beginning to ache. This felt so at home to Tamaki, like they were back in Music Room Three again, and the twins were about to add their opinion on the matter. Then Haruhi would reprimand them for acting so immaturely. Much like Kyouya had just done. Now that he had time to think, the fact that Haruhi went with Kyouya's choices so often, stood out so much to him now. Like what intrigued them, when it came to things concerning him, and what they would rather do than fool around like the rest of them. Maybe they were meant from the beginning. Not her and him. Tamaki had always held on to that hope that she would fall for him, just the way he had the second he found out she was a girl. That string of hope was about to break if not already broken. If it had, it had broken the day she left with Kyouya, the day Tamaki's heart also broke and he realized he didn't stand a chance.
"You know I can't help but obey your every whim Tamaki. After all, you were our King. You still are in some ways."
"That's a lie, I know you too well Kyouya."
"Point made."
"Kyouya, has everyone forgotten about me?"
"Quite the opposite actually," Kyouya's lids drooped. "You're one that none of us can hope to forget. No matter how ridiculous the order is, I don't think any of us will live to see the day that we don't pledge allegiance to you." Kyouya said thoughtfully.
Tamaki took a deep breath and stepped closer to Kyouya. His lithe fingers reached for Kyouya's hair and brushed back a lock of his dark hair behind his ear. Only for it fall back across Kyouya's forehead a second later.
"Kiss me Kyouya," Tamaki looked him in the face with thoughtful eyes.
"Tamaki, you and I both have other people waiting for us."
"I beg to differ Kyouya, my wife could care less about what I do….as long as I don't let the media catch wind of it…..and promise to sleep with her once in awhile…." Tamaki looked out the window, averting Kyouya's eyes.
"Is this what she's reduced to?" Kyouya's voice demanded Tamaki to look him in the face.
Tamaki was warped. His one way of thinking was the only one he had now. Tamaki clenched his fists, why was Kyouya so difficult? Tamaki knew there was a possibility he would react this way. But, despite his premonitions, he'd never really been able to think up a valid argument against it-
Tamaki staggered backwards from the blow, his footing was quickly lost and he fell with his back to the clean carpet. He brought up his hand and gingerly touched at his lip. His lip was split and when he pulled his hand away, he could see blood shining on the pad of his finger. As well as feel the slight throb of his now bruised cheek. He exhaled deeply and stared at Kyouya who stood before him and was soon approaching him. Kyouya got on top of Tamaki, his hands on Tamaki's chest. Tamaki did nothing, though Kyouya had approached him in a threatening manner, Tamaki knew he deserved whatever Kyouya happened to do.
"I'm afraid it's you whose given up this time." Kyouya grabbed at Tamaki's collar, pulling him closer.
"I'm disgraceful, aren't I-"
"Tamaki, haven't you noticed? You're already there. You've reached the top. Don't for one second believe you're not supposed to be there. If your marriage isn't working, then divorce her Tamaki! Who cares what your grandmother says, you deserve better, damnit!"
"Kyouya, I've never seen you so-"
Kyouya kissed him abruptly. Tamaki's eyes widened, if only for a second. He found himself closing them as his hands found their way to Kyouya's face. He hadn't experienced a kiss like this since he was in Kyouya's place, the feverish desperate way Kyouya was kissing him. Just like he did when they were in the second estate, the day before Haruhi left. Kyouya's lips were moving against Tamaki's almost impatiently. The small trickle of blood from his spilt lip didn't matter, as Kyouya pulled away for just a second allowing Tamaki to take a large gulp of air, he noticed it had coated his lips a light red color, Tamaki was sure his lips probably looked the same. His bottom lip throbbed with dull pain, and the sudden lick to it upped his awareness of the situation.
Tamaki parted his lips slightly and felt Kyouya do the same. Sure it was messy, but Tamaki didn't give a shit.
"Kyouya…," he whimpered. Tamaki took in quick breath. "Is something wrong?"
"I love….Haruhi." Kyouya's eyes glanced up into Tamaki's.
"I kind of figured," Tamaki grinned. "if you're still wondering, I'm okay with it."
Their kiss spoke volumes. All those times Tamaki practiced almost obsessively in front of his mirror, thinking up retorts to everything he thought Kyouya could say. An argument for the onslaught that no longer needed to happen. For the first time in a long while, Tamaki found tears welling in his slightly stinging eyes.
"Just, answer this Tamaki, for goodness sake, why are you crying?"
"I'm just happy right now, is that a good enough answer for you," a tear left his eyes and began to trickle slowly down his cheek. "Then why did you kiss me? I didn't think you took me seriously."
"When it comes down to it, I'll do whatever you say, Tamaki. You're someone that deserves happiness," Kyouya breathed. Do you love Haruhi?"
"What do mean, Kyouya? No, Kyouya, don't-"
Kyouya swallowed, "Answer the question Tamaki."
OOO
Tear in the Measuring Tape
"I don't mean to run, but every time you come around, I feel more alive than ever." -Adore, Paramore
"I don't have anything to say…Haruhi," Hikaru pulled her back into a tight hug. "I missed you so damn much." he said, teeth clenched. "I won't anymore, Haruhi, I promise."
But promises were hard to keep if that was your habit for the last five years. Hikaru felt like he was bordering alcoholic. After the first few months of drinking himself into submission, he thought he was finally over her. That was until he went to Hani Senpai's wedding. Just watching how happy Hani Senpai was with Reiko San, the way they flirted, sat together, and kissed. Hikaru, felt so happy for them, though deep down, he felt utmost jealousy. When Kaoru , who he went with, told him that Haruhi and Kyouya weren't there. Hikaru's hand automatically reached for the champagne tray, Kaoru's hand pushing his back down before he could grab one. Why hadn't Haruhi gone? Truthfully, Hikaru didn't care if Kyouya was there or not. Did they neglect to tell her about the wedding?
That was the first wedding he'd gone to, and hopefully the last. Hikaru hadn't gone to any other weddings. As far as he was concerned, Hani Senpai was the only one so far out of all of them, that had gotten hitched. For all he knew, Tamaki Senpai was the head of the Suoh Company with his beautiful foreign wife who he'd never heard of or seen. His three daily thoughts that lasted those five included: fashion, sake, and Haruhi.
Friendship with Kyouya Senpai had begun to decline the second Haruhi told him and Kaoru she was leaving for the states….with Kyouya Senpai. Hikaru had no idea how Kyouya Senpai felt about him, nor did he care. But, one thing he was sure of was that Kyouya Senpai would surely perceive his recent bout of hostility towards him. Hikaru, felt relived that they weren't dating. His only proof? Ever since they entered the room, they showed no type of connection, no affection, nothing. That's what he thought anyway, or that's what he fooled himself into believing. Little did he know, he was in for a rude awakening.
They hadn't gone out in the first place, why was she taking such a toll on him?
"Hikaru…." Kaoru said from behind Haruhi.
"Long time no see, Kaoru." Just as soon as Hikaru and Haruhi let go, Hikaru surged forward towards his brother.
In way, it felt like he was the one that had left for five years. In a way, he had. Those five were like hell and a fridge full of cold sake. Hikaru remembered certain things about those years. Like his mother letting him in the studio with her, as bribe to get him to stop drinking, they didn't work. The fights with his father. Normally a calm, nonchalant man, shouting at him for letting his life go down the drain over a girl he hadn't even dated. Haruhi wasn't the problem, he was. The day Kaoru left to live on his own, because he couldn't stand the household anymore. Hikaru, was shocked. He had always imagined living the rest of his life with his twin, and there Hikaru was, watching Kaoru finish loading his bags into the car, jump in the car himself then drive away. Without any goodbyes, maybe to his parents, but not to Hikaru himself.
Hikaru hugged his brother like his life depended on it. Other than the rare phone calls, like the one that morning, they barely kept in contact. Hikaru used to know everything about his brother, even beneath the clothes. But, not anymore, they were never romantically involved, that act was only during Host Club hours. However they were close, close enough to divulge everything they thought to each other.
"We are here to liberate you." Kaoru grinned. Oh, how Hikaru missed that grin. Hikaru felt a tug at the back of his shirt. He turned around to face Haruhi again.
"I really missed you Hikaru, I have something to tell you…." Haruhi looked him straight in the eyes. Hikaru loved the way she stared into the eyes of whoever she talked to, no matter how she felt.
"What is it Haruhi?"
"Kyou-"
"Not right now Haruhi," Kaoru cut in, "We'll tell him during dinner tonight."
"Tonight?" Hikaru paused.
"What's wrong with tonight? You've got a hot date with a client tonight?" Kaoru joked.
"Yes, actually I do, just not the date part, but I do have a client."
"Wow Kaoru, why didn't you ask him that this morning?" Haruhi said from next Hikaru, her lips pursed.
Kaoru sighed, "I thought he didn't have one tonight."
"Well, to give you the benefit of the doubt Kaoru, I didn't have one this morning, it was last minute, I got the call a few minutes before you guys got here." Hikaru didn't care for explaining, he just wanted to know what Haruhi was going to tell him.
"Do we need to leave anytime soon?" Kaoru leaned up against one of the tables, he eyed the garment that hung off the end, not bothering to pick it up if it happened to fall.
"Actually Kaoru, you do need to leave soon, I told her that I'd be alone-"
"You told her? Who's her Hikaru?" Kaoru looked at his brother, a mischievous look on his face.
"Nothing like what you're thinking Kaoru," Hikaru crossed his arms and put his nose into the air. "anyway, how's the married life treating you Senpai?"
"Wonderful! Reiko Chan bakes me all kinds of delicious cakes!" Hani Senpai beamed from next to Mori Senpai.
"I'm pretty sure that's not all she's doing," Hikaru said under his breath. Only to see Kaoru's scowl from next to him. "Damn, didn't think you heard that."
"Well, aren't you going to ask how Kyouya Senpai is doing?" Kaoru prompted.
"Why should I?" Hikaru hissed back.
"Maybe he has something important to tell you about." Kaoru said.
"Wait Kaoru, let me tell him." Haruhi spoke up.
"Don't Haruhi-" Kaoru pressed.
"Tell me what!" Hikaru interjected.
"Haruhi and I are engaged."
Everyone in the room froze.
"What did I say something wrong?" Kyouya pushed his glasses up. "You guys are too apprehensive of the outcome. How will you know what it is if you don't do it initially?"
Hikaru's brain ceased superficial function. What did Senpai just say? He and….Haruhi, they were engaged? He couldn't have heard right. When did this happen? Hikaru's lids drooped. Initially, Hikaru really did think he stood a chance, but just like everyone else was thinking the day Kyouya Senpai and Haruhi left, if they didn't come back at least dating then they owed one another over 2,000 yen.
"Hikaru…." Kaoru whispered.
He stayed silent, Hikaru had waited years for this? All he wanted to do was spend time with Haruhi, and deep down, everyone else in the Host Club. Even Kyouya Senpai. He clenched his fists, now that wish lay forgotten and buried, it was practically impossible now. He would have okay with them dating, at least then there was a chance they could break up. But engaged? This was too much for him at one time. You could call him selfish. Hikaru knew that about himself by now. By now, he knew only three things that were positively true about himself: He was selfish, he loved Kaoru, and he loved Haruhi. Nothing else mattered. Besides alcohol maybe, but that was besides the point.
"I knew it." Hikaru ground out.
"Hikaru," Haruhi took hold of his arm in her hand. "I wanted to tell you, earlier. So look here Hikaru," Haruhi turned him towards her. "Now is not the time to act so childish anymore, we're not in high school any longer, and you're still just as stubborn. I know this is a shock to you, but for once, can you not act so rashly?" Haruhi's smile looked weak to him. Not as beautiful or breathtaking as before.
"I can't help it Haruhi! You come back to see me after five years and this is what I get, a wedding invite!"
"Listen Hikaru, the world does not spin the way you want it to. You've got to let go of some things," Haruhi took his hand in hers. "Maybe, I'm one of them." she said seriously, letting go of his hand.
Hikaru's eyes widened. What was she saying? He couldn't believe a word of it. This was nothing like her, what happened in the states? What did Kyouya Senpai do to her?
She breathed, "But, you and I know that I'm not the type to just let you do something as self destructing as this for long. You're lucky I care so much for you, I didn't know you were going to take what I said a second ago so seriously."
"Haruhi, what was I supposed-"
"Breathe Hikaru, you still look like you're about to have a heart attack," Haruhi smiled up at him. "You and I both know that I wouldn't do something like that to you."
"Well, the news of your-"
"Yeah, my engagement, you're the only one I've managed to illicit some kind of response from. Everyone else seemed to know before I even did," Haruhi chuckled. "so just take it a little easier for the next few days," Haruhi left his side and meet Kyouya near the door. She took his hand. "Are you sure about not going to dinner with us?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. This client would be pissed if I wasn't here when she assigned this appointment."
"Okay, Hikaru. See you tomorrow" Haruhi led Kyouya out the door with her.
"See you." Kyouya managed to say before passing the threshold of the door.
"Bye Hika Chan!" Hani followed them out the door, with Mori Senpai who waved wearily before being lost from sight.
"Um, bye Hikaru," Kaoru embraced his brother again, hugging him tight. "Listen to Haruhi, and stop being so damn uptight all the time." Kaoru grinned letting go of him.
"See you Kaoru." Hikaru watched Kaoru close the door behind him, Hikaru continued to watch his brother through glass doors as he walked down the tiled hall then turned a corner.
OO
She slipped the ring off, it slid unceremoniously from her manicured nails into her golden threadbare clutch. Her heels clicking against the watered down pavement. Night had long fallen.
OO
Hikaru sat at his work table, his fallen scissors in his hands once again and a mannequin adorned in light red cloth stood directly in front of him. When was she going to show up? He was just about ready to clean up and head home. He was also worried his mother would call Kaoru to look for him, thinking he was out drinking by himself again. Hikaru was thoroughly exhausted, so much had happened in last few hours. Between Kyouya Senpai announcing his engagement to Haruhi and Hikaru himself scrambling to get the finishing touches on the dress done. He lay there, slumped over the desk fighting to keep his eyelids open. If she doesn't show up in the next ten minutes, I'm going home.
Hikaru just wanted to sleep, to maybe get the best sleep in awhile. The only sleep in awhile that wasn't alcohol induced. Even without alcohol, he felt like he just wanted the memory of the engagement to fade quickly. Hikaru wanted to just forget about it. To just focus on getting better from his sake laden habits and talk to his Senpais, his brother, and Haruhi a lot more.
He clenched his fists, "Why did you choose him Haruhi?" he mumbled to himself.
A sudden knock to the glass door of the studio room and Hikaru almost fell out of his chair. He sprang up and swiftly crossed the room to open for the girl waiting right outside it. As he pulled open the door, he couldn't help but admire the gloss in her chestnut colored hair and the gleam in her light colored eyes.
"You finally came," he said exasperated. "the garment is pretty much done. We just need to do a fitting and make the final adjustments after that, then it should be ready to go. What's it for anyway?"
"I rather not divulge my reasons, but it's for a personal occasion."
"Sorry, just wanted to know where this dress was going." Hikaru welcomed her in.
"Is something wrong?" She sat down in a chair near his work table, then crossed her legs. She didn't sound concerned at all, as if she'd only said that to get him to stop acting the way he was. As if the problem was a nuisance and she wanted it gone.
"Nothing," Hikaru said quickly "So, why don't you go try it on?" he pulled the garment off the mannequin, leaving it bare save for a few dark lines that littered the bodice.
She took it without a word and headed for the small dressing room on the other side of the room.
OOO
"Can you come out?" Hikaru edged into the dressing room, a nervous chuckle escaped his lips.
"Come in." she said imperiously. Her voice oozed pure seduction. What in the hell did she want? He was sure it had nothing to do with the garment.
Hikaru took hold of the cold handle and pushed open the door. There she stood, wearing the dress. The red fitted skirt and the top showed a lot more cleavage than he previously thought.
"I'm sorry!" Hikaru bowed, "If you want me to change it, I will until it fits your tastes." Hikaru raised his head to look at her. She looked pleased. There was no way he'd talk back to this client. She paid him well, and referred her many other wealthy friends to him. At least his mother was proud of him for something.
"Look up at me when you speak Hikaru Kun." her manicured nails teased the bottom of his chin.
"What?" He was hoarse, his voice was shaky and nervous.
"I know there's something you want to forget, I'll be happy to help," she smirked. "But first, could you help me unzip this?" The way she said it, it didn't sound like a kind of question, but a command.
"Of course." Hikaru stood behind her, his lithe fingers messing with the various zippers and a few stray threads here and there.
"So, about your concerns, what is it? Let me guess, it's a girl, isn't it? A lover?"
"Of course not! She's not my lover, she never was."
Hikaru didn't know it, but as he spoke he was arming her with weapons she could easily take advantage of .
"Oh, then why not spend a night with me then?"
"What? I couldn't, I don't even know you that well."
She backed up, leaving Hikaru trapped up against the wall of the dressing room. "I'll make you forget her." her scent intoxicated him like the strongest sake. He didn't hesitate, in truth, she was right, Hikaru just wanted to forget everything about that afternoon. The engagement, meeting his brother, and Haruhi. He brushed his lips against the column of her neck. His spine shivered, his hands moving from her back to her waist.
Hikaru kissed her shoulder, up her neck to her jaw.
"Don't you feel better already?"
"Hmmm…" He hummed against her skin in satisfaction. The urges were beginning to overwhelm him. It wasn't like anyone cared what he did.
"…..You're lucky I care so much for you, I didn't know you were going to take what I said a second ago so seriously."
But Haruhi did.
"Um, bye Hikaru," Kaoru embraced his brother again, hugging him tight. "Listen to Haruhi, and stop being so damn uptight all the time." Kaoru grinned letting go of him.
And his brother also.
Hikaru wanted to do this so bad. Despite many years of drunkenness, he never had a girl to share it with. He was tired of being the innocent drunk. The worst thing he'd ever done was steal from his mom's sake cabinet when he was sixteen. Along with the late nights spent passed out in her private studio with the door locked. Did he really want to go through with this? This temptation, this sense of excitement and thrill, was like a lure to him. He wasn't the type to take a girl like this, but is a way, he felt almost desperate. Even after the fiasco with Tamaki Senpai, Hikaru considered it. Was he a bad person for wanted to find comfort in something? Or someone?
"I'm sure." Hikaru whispered the answer to her unspoken question.
"Mmmm…" she abruptly kissed him. All breath left him. The more they connected, the more he found himself unable to resist the urge. He kissed her over and over again, he wasn't even sure if he wanted this still. All he knew was that he'd reached the point of no return. This opportunity was within his grasp and there was no way in hell he was going to let it go. All thoughts of Haruhi and Kaoru, ebbed away with each kiss. Hikaru knew he would regret this later. But he lived in the moment, and right then is that moment, he was about to give something away that he couldn't get back.
"Your married?" Hikaru whispered against her neck.
"I wouldn't be in this situation if I was, would I?" she spoke, lips slightly parted.
"Good." he kissed her throat. His hands skimmed beneath the open back of the garment he'd made and settled on her bare stomach. Éclair closed her eyes. "Where do you work? You've never told me anything yet." Hikaru's hands traveled lower.
"Suoh Company." she whispered.
Originally I was going to go for the whole, "unnecessary touches while he measured her" but that has become somewhat a cliché for the twins to get to know someone better that way. I'm actually happy that I didn't go that route. I wanted it to seem somewhat natural, that it was something Éclair would do, and not something Hikaru would initiate. Just like the way she bribed Tamaki, manipulated him. Oh, I've been toying around with that idea of giving Éclair an interlude from inside her head. I've already got an event so far that I kind of want to happen. But I don't know. Give me your thoughts in an review^^
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OMG, Tamaki's wife is Éclair? 0.o Well, I'm pretty sure a lot of people actually saw that one coming. Someone guessed Renge, and I actually took that into consideration. But in the end, it would have seemed really, I don't know, unusual. I never saw them as potential couple, but props to the reviewer who guessed thatXD Hikaru's thoughts about Éclair, those and some more explanations will be explained in later chapters. Hmm…about the first part, I actually liked writing that part more than the one with Hikaru XP But, what is Tamaki's answer? What do you think it is? Tell me in a review. So hope you enjoyed and please review^^