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Interlude: Start Over/ Whisper
Start Over
That Night
She definitely wasn't ready.
That was all Kyouya could think about as he led her up the stairs of his house to the bedroom. Or she had something else on her mind. He held her hand tightly, showing her his support. She had it no matter what, he hoped Haruhi knew that.
Kyouya eased open the door, his grip on Haruhi's hand tightened on their way in. The soft light filled the room, and Kyouya assumed a maid had turned it on as a favor before she headed home. But as soon as he had somewhat settled his nerves, Haruhi abruptly dropped his hand, and his nerves, he could feel them festering in the pit of his stomach again.
Haruhi sat on the edge of Kyouya's bed, they were completely alone. His father had sent all the maids and servants home early as well as leave with his other sons to another home they had near Karuizawa. His father had already mentioned to him, that if Haruhi were to take to the house, then they could have it. Kyouya could just tell she had taken all that worry to heart and that rendered her almost comatose.
"Haruhi, I know something's wrong." Kyouya sat next to her. Why was she so worried, he'd the thought the talk they'd had with Tamaki had gone so well.
Tamaki.
Kyouya had his answer. He knew shouldn't have kissed him. On his wedding night nonetheless. How would he have felt if Haruhi had made out with another man or girl on their wedding day? Kyouya could feel all the potential anger and hurt that could have surfaced had that happened. Maybe that was what Haruhi was currently feeling?
"I know that this is about Tamaki, talk to me Haruhi. I don't want to fight on our wedding night." Kyouya stared her in face. Those tender brown eyes, he loved looking into them.
"It is that." Haruhi said shortly. "You didn't have to jump to conclusions, you could have waited until I told you."
"Yeah, I guess so. You have a right to be angry at me right now. I made the wrong choice-"
"Kyouya, what were you thinking? Maybe it was a slip of conscience, but if you didn't notice you're married now. We're married now, we can't just go around anymore. I thought you had a better sense of right and wrong Kyouya. I'm disappointed." Haruhi grabbed his hand.
"What do you supposed we do?" Kyouya asked stupidly.
At this point the sex was out of the question. And it was all his fault. Kyouya didn't know whether or not to blame Tamaki, himself or both of them for it.
"Well, the moods kind of ruined, and I'm a bit angry at you still." Haruhi admitted.
"A bit Haruhi? I'm pretty sure it's more than a bit," Kyouya kissed her forehead, "But to salvage the night, I'd still like to at least just sleep with you tonight."
Haruhi sighed, "You're so lucky you're a seasoned sweet talker." Haruhi bit her lip. Wasn't that night supposed to be so much more romantic than this? Kyouya sweeping her off her feet and showering her with wonderful sweet kisses and enjoying each others company to the fullest? Haruhi closed her eyes slowly, things never seemed to turn out the way she envisioned them to. Nothing ever did.
"Do you still want to go on the honeymoon, or are you too worried about Tamaki's state of being?"
Haruhi whipped her head in his direction, "How did you-?"
"Haruhi, by this time, you'd think I'd have picked up a thing or to on how to read people." Kyouya grinned slightly.
"Well, I can't help it, Kyouya. His marriage is crumbling and his status in the company in about to be in jeopardy, what can we do?"
"Haruhi, aren't you exhausted?" Kyouya fell back to the bed. He looked to her.
"Well, yes of course, I've never been this tired since the first day I met you all-"
"Then why not just let your mind rest for a night, I talked to him already and I've given him all the reassurance I can at the moment." Kyouya wrapped his arm around her waist, without much difficulty he managed to pull Haruhi down with him.
"Was that why you kissed him?" Haruhi said, turning her head to look him in the face.
"Partly so."
"Well, the reason still doesn't convince me Kyouya, there's no way you're getting under this dress tonight," Haruhi saw that Kyouya was about to say something, his mouth was opened slightly, "Don't even try to convince me otherwise. Even if it is our wedding night," Haruhi snuggled up against him, "But, if you're really good to me tonight, maybe tomorrow morning." She turned up her head a bit to kiss Kyouya.
"Haruhi, not that I don't love laying next to you, but your dress is a bit abrasive." Kyouya gestured to his arm which Haruhi's dress, the scaly beaded bodice was rubbing up against a bit roughly just like he'd said.
"Oh,"
Kyouya showered her neck and throat with small and large kisses, as he slipped the strapless dress slowly down her petite form. He had sat up again at the edge of the bed, Haruhi standing between his legs. At last the clothing lay in a messy puddle at her feet.
"Don't worry about it, we'll get it pressed and cleaned in the morning." Kyouya directed her face back at him and he planted a kiss on her lips.
"We're not-we're not!" Haruhi suddenly held a look of panic.
Kyouya stopped abruptly and looked at her, "This isn't about Tamaki is it?"
"No, I'm still mad at you for kissing him, it's just that at the present moment, I'm a bit -a bit-"
"Nervous?" Haruhi nodded. "Haruhi, just relax-"
"Kyouya can we please just wait?" Haruhi didn't say it like a question, she said it like statement. Kyouya had no choice but to obey her.
"I guess, if that's what you want Haruhi, I'm willing to compromise." Kyouya brought her back down to the bed with him, the only thing she was wearing were the lacey pair of underwear, her garters, as well as the thigh-high stockings they attached to. Kyouya had only lost his shirt. He hovered above her, giving her little kisses every now and then.
Her breasts and belly were completely exposed and Haruhi was unused to the prickly feeling that inched it's way across her skin and seemed to settle in the tips of her breasts. It was then, that she noticed that the room felt colder. Haruhi was unsure whether or not it was just her feeling that way, she just wanted to cover up, if only a little. Though, Haruhi felt particularly cold for some reason, she could feel her hands getting slightly sweaty as she clenched them.
"Haruhi, relax." Kyouya whispered softly into her ear. He knew with just a bit of persuasion on his part, he could be making love to her in no time. "I love you Haruhi." He continued, "And you trust me right?" Kyouya's voice was soft and melodious, he then lifted his head to look at her.
Haruhi nodded slightly, "I don't know what I'm worried about, it's not really the act itself that I'm so apprehensive about. In fact, Kyouya, this moment is something I'm sure both you and I have been wait- wait-" Haruhi's words and mind scattered, she felt him stiffen slightly against her leg. Haruhi blushed.
"You're okay aren't you? We haven't really done anything yet." Kyouya gave her a quick kiss to the forehead. "You're not usually like this when we lay together."
"Yeah, but back then, I knew we weren't going to do it-"
"Haruhi, if you want me to stop, then just say so." Kyouya couldn't help but feel a little impatient with her. No matter how much he wished he could just plainly except her decision and move on, like a gentlemen. Kyouya couldn't. Like Haruhi had said, they'd both waited long enough to do this, but the only one that seemed to have admitted so was him. "I'm sorry for pressuring you." Kyouya pushed his glasses up.
"Kyouya, you can leave." Her voice was solid, "just don't be mad at me."
"Haruhi," Kyouya leaned in closer, "there's no way I could be truly mad at you, honest." he breathed. He shifted to laying next to her. Haruhi snuggled up beside him.
"Tomorrow morning, I promise." Haruhi's eyes were drooping. Kyouya could feeling his doing the same.
"Tomorrow morning then." Kyouya kissed her forehead and he fell asleep beside her.
OOO
The sun had barely begun to rise, but Kyouya felt wide awake. Or so he thought. He could already feel Haruhi stirring beside him.
Kyouya reached over her and took her in his arms.
"I want to fuck you…" Kyouya said sleepily as kissed her jaw line and bit her ear lobe lightly, "I want to make love to you." he turned her face towards him and he kissed her on the lips sweetly.
"Kyouya," Haruhi wrapped her arms around his neck, "I'm not nervous anymore," Haruhi kissed him back, "But I'm still mad at you so don't think this will change anything."
"Haruhi, just forget about it for now, and we'll talk later, please?"
"I will."
Kyouya grinned, inside he was celebrating.
Right then, Kyouya felt like he had all the time in the world, with Haruhi, he felt like he could just love her for hours on end. Their minds were mostly blank. Maybe Haruhi was no longer mad at him for his "little" mess up the day before. But that thought was quickly wiped from his mind when he suspected Haruhi's rougher than normal treatment was outcome of his "little" slipup.
Haruhi wasn't kidding when she promised the next morning. Before he knew it, he was already kissing every inch of her skin he could reach. They were mostly silent, the smack of their lips were one of the only sounds in they made.
He waited so long for this moment, he had Haruhi all to himself, no Host Club behind him. He and Haruhi alone. Now wasn't the time to think of others. In fact, right then was the only time he allowed himself to be a bit selfish. Her white garters slipped off the bed, followed by her underwear. And Kyouya was couldn't help himself: he was finally making love to her. Slowly albeit, but he enjoyed every moment of it: Her scent that smelt lightly of powder and the gasps she'd make every once in awhile. It just made Kyouya want to kiss her.
"Kyouya," she breathed. Kyouya snapped out of his daze.
"Hmmm?" He hummed against her shoulder.
"Slow down, please. It hurts." Haruhi's mouth opened partially and a soft throaty gasp came out.
"Of course," he mumbled.
Haruhi squirmed involuntarily beneath him. She was loving every minute of it. The part that took some getting used to was the new addition between her legs. It just felt…odd. Odd in a way that seemed completely right. She reached and placed her arms around Kyouya's neck. They kissed.
OOO
"So, tell me why we're going out to lunch?" Haruhi said a few hours later, as she dried her hair roughly with a towel.
"The twins, figured they'd treat us since we've cancelled the honeymoon." Kyouya said pulling on a shirt.
"Wait, who said it was cancelled-"
"Well, the flight was yesterday-"
"Doesn't mean we still can't go." Haruhi approached Kyouya and gave him a kiss, "Or," Haruhi pulled away, "we could just spend time here, for a couple more hours."
Kyouya almost choked on his spit, had Haruhi really said that? It didn't take a detective to figure out what "a couple more hours" there meant and entailed. If Haruhi had said that before Hikaru and Kaoru had called, you bet Kyouya would have made an excuse. He sighed.
"Haruhi, why didn't you say that earlier?"
"Because, I didn't want to sound like I didn't want to go. I wanted to hear what the twins had to say first."
"Well, had you said that beforehand, anything they said would have been of no interest to me." Kyouya pulled her back to him and kissed her messily.
"Well, we don't have a choice do we?" Haruhi said.
"I don't mind….let's just stay here." Kyouya's lips headed for her throat.
"No, Kyouya I not gonna blow them off for sex."
"You suggested it."
'Yeah, but I don't mind doing that with you later, though."
"Fine."
OOO
Haruhi found approaching them at the table to be somewhat awkward. Having not seen them since yesterday, she knew what must be on their minds. Especially the twin's.
"Hey guys." Haruhi sat down on one of the polished stools, its surface cool to her exposed skin. Kyouya sat next to her.
"Hey, Haruhi," Tamaki said softer than usual, he was avoiding eye contact.
"Hello, Haruhi," the twins said it together, "how was last ni-"
"You twins!" Tamaki cut in, "don't ask Haruhi of things that should remain private."
"He's just sour that mommy took custody of their daughter." Hikaru said nonchalantly to his brother.
"That," he said quickly, turning red, "has absolutely nothing to do with it!"
"We didn't do anything." Haruhi said bluntly. Everyone, including Kyouya stared at her. "What? And even if we did, it's not like I'd tell you guys about it."
Everyone was silent.
"So what to eat….what to eat." Haruhi said idly as she scanned the menu.
She didn't expect it to be that awkward, it wasn't until after they all received their food that Hani tried to break the tense air that stood around the table.
"So Haru Chan, are you still going on the honeymoon?"
"Actually," Kyouya began before Haruhi could open her mouth, "we are, but due to unforeseen circumstances, we've had to postpone it,"
Kyouya hoped they wouldn't inquire further about these "unforeseen circumstances." And no one did. In fact, there wasn't much of a flowing conversation for quite awhile, only small talk and chuckles that lasted seconds. It wasn't until Hikaru abruptly stood up, his tray in his hands, did he say something.
"Uh, Kyouya Senpai, you done eating?" Hikaru gestured to the trash can across the room, Kyouya caught on immediately.
"Yes, of course." Kyouya backed out the chair and stood up, though his tray held a half-eaten sandwich, he himself did feel a bit full. Though not as much as he would have liked. But If Hikaru had something to talk to him about, and not to Kaoru, then he might as well hear him out. They were friends after all. With both of them blatantly ignoring the trashcan just behind their table, they started across the room together.
Once out of earshot, Kyouya began, "So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"So," Hikaru felt awkward about asking, for this really wasn't any of his business. But, the fact that Kyouya was his friend outweighed the awkwardness. He could to talk to Kyouya about anything right? "You guys really didn't do anything last night?" His face began to burn.
To his surprise, Kyouya answered.
"Technically, no. Haruhi got upset, so we did it this morning." Kyouya admitted, a little grin on his face.
"How was it then?"
"It wasn't perfect, but I loved every minute of it."
"That's nice to hear," Hikaru said, if Haruhi was happy with it then he was too. "why's Haruhi upset?"
By this point, they were dropping their leftovers in the trash bin one piece at a time, in turns, this way they were able to make some time.
"I kissed Tamaki sometime after the wedding." Kyouya felt weird telling someone that wasn't Tamaki something so personal.
"Wow Kyouya, I didn't think you were the type to do something like that. Especially on your wedding day. Even I wouldn't have kissed someone else on my wedding day, if I ever have one of course."
"Yeah, because you would have slept with one of the groomsmen's wives instead." Kyouya retorted. Compared to what Hikaru had done, what he had done was positively child's play.
"Touche, how was I supposed to know they were married?" Hikaru pursed his lips.
"Well for starters, she did happen to tell you where she worked, she didn't she?"
"So?" Hikaru knew he had no ways to defend himself. He had slept with Tamaki's wife. It was as plain as that.
"Through your thick head, she might as well have told you she was married. How else would she have been working there? She's either married to the guy or she somehow got demoted from one of the fastest and largest growing companies in the world." Kyouya pushed up his glasses with a smug look on his face.
"Hey, I thought because he didn't actually marry her the first time. I'll admit it, I didn't really keep up with the times after you two left. I thought she was gone from his life completely after that, she never mentioned him during the meetings. She was one of my most valuable clients."
Hikaru threw his last piece of trash away and stored his tray beneath the bin, Kyouya did the same a second later. They began to slowly walk back to the table.
"So Kyouya, what's wrong with Tamaki, he looks a bit troubled."
"So, you can see it too, huh?" Kyouya looked towards Tamaki as he said it. "I'm not positive, but I'm willing to guess that Éclair found about the divorce, they probably fought."
"You think she's gonna fight for her half of the company?"
"By the looks of it, she might. And for that, his grandmother's probably furious with him."
"No more-"
"Merger Deal, yeah. And if Éclair decides to fight for it and she succeeds, that's a lot of stock they'll be loosing also."
"When they divorce, if they do," Hikaru added quickly, "will Tamaki hold the "top" spot?"
"Technically, but not if his grandmother decides to disown him, but I doubt that's the case, Tamaki's the only heir left. She'd be leading the company to a dead end if she did that." Kyouya said, "this is more or less your fault." Kyouya added.
"What?"
"Of course Hikaru, didn't you know there are consequences to sleeping with another man's wife. Marriage problems perhaps?"
"She coaxed me into it, Tamaki knows that, that's why he's divorcing her!" Hikaru hissed.
"If you didn't know, Tamaki really loved her, though he didn't really proclaim it out loud." Kyouya said seriously, "he feels like he's leaving his mother all over again."
"Is this where-"
"You come in? Then yes. I've given him all the assurance I can-"
"Is that why you kissed him?"
"Partly so." Kyouya replied. "It's your turn to offer him your support, because without it, I don't think Tamaki can take much more."
At this point they were forced to stop, they were entering earshot again. Kyouya took his spot next to Haruhi and gestured to Tamaki who was idly pushing the food around his plate with a fork.
Hikaru breathed, "Tamaki."
Tamaki's head snapped up, his attention on Hikaru, "What?" he sounded like he was trying to cover up something he'd done wrong.
"Can I talk to you really quick outside?"
"Of course," Tamaki stood up and followed Hikaru outside.
Kyouya had a vague idea of what they were talking about. He could tell from Tamaki's body language that he looked visibly depressed, his hunched stature as he gazed fixedly as the ground. A gentle tug at his sleeve knocked from his trance.
"Kyouya?" it was Haruhi.
"Hmmm?" Kyouya took her hand.
"Is Tamaki okay?" Haruhi didn't wait for an answer, "Maybe I should go out and talk to him too," Haruhi added quickly, she made to stand up but Kyouya pulled her back down onto the seat.
"Haruhi, what they're talking about out there is something I'm pretty positive they want to keep to themselves," he looked into Haruhi's face, "but if you're that concerned, I'll explain later." Kyouya whispered quickly to her.
OOO
Whisper
Same night of Chapter 4: Tear in the Measuring Tape
Tamaki scanned the growing crowd, she was nowhere in sight. His grandmother had asked of him to hold this little get together for the company to celebrate the increase in businesses they had managed to buy up in the past few weeks. Resulting in an appropriate increase in profits but at his expense of an unfortunate increase in paperwork. With the Tonnere company merging with their own, it had become easier than ever to accommodate the growth of the company as a whole. This happened to be the third time she had failed to appear. People were beginning to talk. He could feel it. That murmur that seemed to follow him wherever he went. Tamaki would turn around to find them hidden deep in the depths of the champagne cup.
He continued to the front of the room, straightening his tie almost obsessively. His newly polished shoes made a muffled clack against the tiles of the large space of the room that were a bit too loud for his liking. Tamaki stepped up onto the slightly raised platform in front of the room, from there, he could see easily over everyone's heads. He stared around the frilly mauve colored table cloth covered tables. Upon them were sparkling clean dinner sets. A few people speaking between the pushed in chairs, but for the most part, most were in the cleared part of the room, mingling while maids and servants wandered around purposefully with various drinks and small appetizers on platters. Tamaki recognized a few people here and there; Yoshio Ootori, he must have been invited by Yuzuru, or his mother. But no Kyouya, he probably wasn't invited, or his father didn't want anyone to accompany him for none of his sons were with him. Mr. Ootori was one of the very few at this celebration that didn't work for the Suoh/Tonnere Companies. The majority of the attendees were managers and employees of the various branches of their corporation.
Tamaki's eyes darted to the various windows that lined the walls. About a dozen on each wall, each was about the size of a large door. To their sides, soft lavender curtains fluttered with the passerby. But despite his desperate eye, Tamaki couldn't find her. He could already feel his grandmother shunning him that whole night. It wasn't his fault, it was times like that that Tamaki truly wished his grandmother could see reason, or at least see Éclair for what she really was. She was practically a burden to him. A burden that Tamaki honestly didn't want to lose for some reason.
A quarter of an hour passed and she still hadn't appeared. Tamaki was beginning to fear that she wasn't going to come at all. At last, he settled on that fact, for her had to introduce and talk to the crown about why they were there. Tamaki walked up to the microphone and sort of tapped it lightly.
"Um, if you all could please quiet down." Tamaki said awkwardly, to his surprise, the chatter died down almost immediately. Avid faces stared up at him, but there was still no sign of his wife, she was supposed to be sitting in the chair behind where he stood, in the chair next to his.
"As your company's president I would like the thank you all for coming" Tamaki paused, "Today, the Suoh/Tonnere Company enjoys the results of our unprecedented growth, and this celebration is sort of a thank you to you all." Tamaki smiled, partly because he was relieved, that was all he was really required to say, his grandmother would explain the rest. Tamaki stepped back from the microphone and sat back into his chair, the seat next to him empty, to loud clapping, it died down slowly until it was completely gone and Tamaki's grandmother stood up to face the microphone. Her hands covered by the sleeves of her formal kimono.
"But, celebration is not what makes a company greater, but hard work. Hard work and dignity. Those are what have made this company surpass what we've never been able to in the past…"
Tamaki was no longer listening. He'd heard it all before, he was the one that was supposed to say it in the first place. He was sure the second his grandmother realized the absence of his wife, she began to sort of ignore him. As Tamaki began the intro, from his peripheral, he could see his grandmother's lips purse and the look on her face that told him that he should stop talking and let her do it instead.
She had talked for he didn't how long and everyone had begun mingling again. Tamaki blinked quickly a few times. That was when he realized that he had nothing to do. He didn't really have anyone to talk to. He thought about maybe looking for his wife again, but that wouldn't take long. Tamaki knew she wasn't there.
For the rest of the time, Tamaki pretty much sat there. He contemplated sneaking out, but being the head of the company made it a bit difficult. But on the upside, it wasn't like his grandmother would have noticed, she was already ignoring him. Right then, he could have been spending time with his friends. At dinner with them, catching up with all of them.
He knew Kyouya so well, he knew Kyouya would take it like he lied about coming. But at that moment, Tamaki would have rather been anywhere but here just watching other people stand around and talk..
Tamaki's daydreams had taken him off somewhere, and he sat slumped in his chair. Next thing he knew some one was shaking him awake impatiently.
"Tamaki, for goodness sake get up, everyone's left already." his grandmother said curtly to him.
Tamaki almost fell out of his seat.
"Follow me." She said shortly.
He had no other choice than to do as she said. Tamaki followed her to a door that stood right behind the raised platform they were on. They both reached a long hall, that Tamaki was sure led around the building and connected to the front entrance hall.
She abruptly stopped him by grabbing a firm hold on his arm, in front a fresh vase of colorful flowers.
"Where is Éclair?" she stared him straight in the eyes, her look solid.
"Grandmother, I honestly-"
"Don't you have any self respect? It's your responsibility to bring your wife, she is the only thing you're to keep track of, lest she taint the Suoh name in any way-"
"Grandmother! How could you possibly insinuate something like that-"
"She's just like your father, no care in the world-"
"But, she's the one that's been stimulating the growth of this company-'
"And what about you?" she said coldly.
"She's been giving me the credit for it." Tamaki admitted almost instantly, to his own dismay.
In exchange for intimate time, he found himself almost saying, but clamped his mouth shut at the last minute; had he said that, he knew that would have just made the situation worse.
"So, you're the one acting like your father, who is she?"
"Who-"
"Your mistress, where is she, is she here?"
"No, no, of course not, I don't have one, like you suggested, I've stayed faithful to Éclair."
"Good," she said tersely," that's already better than your father-"
"Grandmother, you've got to stop comparing me to him, I'm not him, nor am I like him-company-wise." Tamaki added lamely.
"Fine, I expect you to take more responsibility in this company, keep track of your wife-" She said sternly, Tamaki knew that wasn't all.
"Yes, grandmother-"
"Or face renounce of your position in this family."
After Éclair leaves the Hitachiin studio
Tamaki rested his head against his pillow after a long day of grueling business meetings and lonely solitude in his office. And the party did nothing to raise his spirits either. Did his grandmother know something he didn't? Was Éclair cheating on him, and he was the only one that hadn't caught on yet? Nothing but the company of the occasional maids and servants that come in to convey a message or give him his wine every now and then. Other than that, Tamaki was completely alone, he was beginning to get sick of it. Completely sick of it. All he had to do was work, no time to call anyone. Then again, even if he had the time, he didn't know if he would have.
But God, he still missed his wife.
At first, he didn't. But that was in the beginning of the relationship. When the engagement was just announced and Tamaki only knew her as "the bitch who I almost married and almost disbanded the Host Club". Once they were married, it was then that learning to love really came into play. He about hated her. Though he never told anyone that. He couldn't completely hate her, she let him go the first time. It was also after marriage night that he realized when she was vulnerable, she truly was. There was no faking that night, she gave into him without a fight. As if she really wanted him to love her. Tamaki could hardly call it love, it was forced concern for someone.
But after about the third time she left, it was then he actually began to miss her. It was then, he almost rushed her to bed the second she walked in the room. It was then, she left less, she actually began to enjoy his company and the time they spent together.
It was the beginning of the relationship that made Tamaki miss Kyouya more than he did his own wife. Back when he didn't care what his wife did, Tamaki secretly wished he could be back in the arms of his ex boyfriend. There were times Tamaki truly wished he had gone farther with him. But in the end, maybe it was for the best. They're kisses always seemed sweeter. It because they what they had signed up for when they got together. It wasn't forced like his engagement.
A sudden jiggle of the door handle and Tamaki's eyes snapped open.
"Tamaki?" a voice said softly as the door opened.
Tamaki knew that voice like the back of his hand, he'd heard every tone every inflection in that voice. When in sickness, during pleasure, in anger, Tamaki knew it all.
"Éclair?" Tamaki replied.
"Oh, so you're awake." she said it like it part of her brilliant plan had gone smoothly. She stepped into the room, and Tamaki could swear she was most beautiful thing he'd seen.
"You're back from France I see." Tamaki guessed as he stared at the light red fitted dress that adorned her figure. Complete with the right amount of cleavage shown on the top. Tamaki warned himself that maybe it was just his affection starved body saying those things. His right mind knew that that amount of skin showing was not lady-like in the least. He tried to snap himself out of it.
"Where were you?" Tamaki said abruptly, he stood up from the bed, "if you didn't know, there was a celebratory party an hour ago, and you were supposed to be there."
"It's wasn't like it was important-"
"Éclair, this was important, Grandmother threatened to disown me, had you been there, my position wouldn't be threatened."
"Tamaki," Éclair looked into the mirror of his closet, "this was just one time, I was at another meeting. Anyways," she approached him, placed her manicured hand on his thigh, leaned in and kissed him, "I missed you." she smiled seductively as soon as the kiss broke.
"I missed you too." he leaned in and kissed her again. "I love you too."
"Hmmm, I love you also." she hummed against his cheek. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She pulled a small package from her clutch before throwing it roughly to the floor. Éclair pushed the small package into his chest with a finger. "Right?"
Tamaki looked down at what he knew was protection. They always used protection. The only exception was special occasions. Like her birthday or the anniversary of their wedding. But right then, Tamaki honestly didn't mind. He had to admit this was one the first times he really was thinking the same thing she was.
"Of course, Éclair." Tamaki gave her quick kiss, before slipping his finger beneath one of the straps of her dress. With each article of clothing she lost, Tamaki's want only increased. He kissed her again. There was something different in this kiss. Something about it that seemed so familiar to him. But not in a good way. He left her lips to sniff lightly at her powdered skin. There was that difference. Her skin didn't smell the way it always did. It smelt a bit more masculine, if only a little, Tamaki knew something else was there. Maybe he was apprehensive because she'd been gone so long? He wasn't used to her presence any more. Maybe it was just a new scent she wore. That couldn't be it. Tamaki thought he'd just live with that new feeling but he received his answer the second he was able to rid her of her dress completely.
That tag: HIKARU HITACHIIN.
As if that dress wanted him to know the truth too.
"Where, did you get the dress?" He asked offhandedly, Éclair was unbuttoning his pants.
"A meeting with the designer a while ago."
She came to him wearing the dress after she had sex with the bastard who made it. That was when he realized his grandmother had been right, she really was doing things behind his back. Tamaki wondered what his father's ex wife felt like. When Yuzuru met Anne, what did she feel like then? When Yuzuru told her that she didn't love her at all. What did that feel like? Tamaki may not have known her name, but he knew for sure that she didn't feel nothing about it.
Éclair had told him that she'd stay faithful to him. What a wonderful lie that was. The first night they slept together, he knew he wasn't her first. And she didn't lie to him about that. It was after that she said she'd stay faithful. The slow burning room stifled the space and heated his skin, more and more each time Tamaki heard his wife gasp below him. The sex was absolutely amazing. To him at least. Tamaki couldn't believe he was enjoying it, even after he's found out she had cheated on him. He found himself accessing her every few hours that night. And surprisingly she didn't mind. Tamaki was surprised by the fact that she actually bothered to sleep in his bed that night instead of a separate room.
He felt his breaths thicken the air for it became quite stuffy, he'd had sex with her multiple times that night. And for some reason, Tamaki found Éclair ready for him every time. As if she was doing him that one service, he deserved whatever he wanted so she would have no guilt for cheating on him. The times he threw a used condom to the floor were beginning to add up. Tamaki didn't care he'd clean them up in the morning. Even with the increasing sensitivity of his cock, each time he finished. He found the sensitive feeling to dissipate after a few hours when he would stiffen again. That sensitive feeling turned to pure sexual fuel each time he coupled with her. Tamaki satiated her needs perfectly. But that didn't mean they would be happy together. Sex wasn't everything. The most they could hope to be was a married pair with benefits. He'd gotten maybe four to five hours of actual sleep that night. And though she had cheated on him, Tamaki held her extra close that night.
The inequality of their relationship was apparent. But for some reason, no one took notice. She was in charge of stocks and business deals. Tamaki took on employment and everything else. He didn't choose it, he was forced to take the other jobs when he knew he was capable of doing her job just fine. She wore the pants in the relationship and he let her. There was a time when he was sure they actually felt happy. It was a few months after the marriage. Everything went sour after she had her first "miscarriage". she told him miscarriage but he knew it was abortion. She destroyed the life he'd helped create.
He found himself reminiscing on the days when they were actually happy, he remembers a specific time when they would just spend time on the couch in their living room together. No maids, no servants, no drama, just them alone enjoying each other for what seemed like the first and last time they would do so. That was the only time Tamaki remembered her saying that she'd actually be happy if she were to have his baby. She was real. Éclair was real. Back then, when they had a bright future ahead of themselves. That was all gone.
"Éclair, I love you." Tamaki kissed her quickly and she smiled back at him the second he pulled away.
That was one of the only times he actually meant it.
"You know, Tamaki?" Éclair laid her head against his chest. "I wouldn't mind if I loved you too right now."
"Really?" Tamaki closed his eyes, "I wouldn't mind either."
What they had had was so precious, Tamaki would've done anything in that moment to keep it that way.
"So, what's on your mind?" Tamaki stuck his fingers beneath the strap of her shirt, sneaking touches of her skin each time he moved down the strap.
"Tamaki, I just want to stay like this,"
"And what if I don't?" Tamaki teased.
"What if I was with child?"
"Are you?" Tamaki's eyes widened suddenly.
"No," She said calmly, "But in this moment, I don't think I would mind if I was."
Tamaki took a deep breath, his breaths were shaky and it wasn't because of the sex. Tamaki looked down at his wife. Her captivating so-blue eyes, and her chestnut hair messily splayed across the mattress and the pillow she was partially on.
Tamaki loved her.
He didn't want her to leave, everything they'd gone through, he refused to just sit there and let it dissipate.
Tamaki made love to her one more time that night, though this time, he neglected protection. And he didn't mention it. It wasn't like she would care, she was enjoying it nonetheless.
"You know I love you right?"
"Yes-I -love-you-too," she breathed. "I like it this way." she continued.
"That's good." Tamaki laid his head on her shoulder.
It wasn't long until they were both exhausted, and suddenly extremely sleepy. Before he drifted off, he had on last thing to ask of her.
"Éclair," Tamaki held on to her tight, his head rested against her neck, "can you promise me something?"
"Hmm?" Éclair turned her head sleepily to kiss him quickly, "Tamaki?"
Tamaki couldn't believe what he was about to say. Deep down, even with what she had done. He didn't want to let her go.
"Éclair, please," he could feel his eyes beginning to sting with painful tears, "don't leave." His hand on her waist tightened.
She didn't answer.
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