Thank you to my reviewers =D ... See guys I told you it would be up quicker... And the winner of the votes was... I'm not going to tell you you're going to read it... can you imagine if I did tell you. Seems like the kind of dopey thing I would do...
I would like to apologise if the below stuff is... not good. All my lemony knowledge comes from fanfic... sad I know but there you go, this is an accumulation of things I've read about on here (or heard about at school and have been stupid enough to Google) and my best guess. I tried my best but I am very sorry if it's not up to par.
Thoughts- Normal thoughts, Conflicting thoughts.
Haruhi tried to scramble off of her boyfriend's lap as he held onto her tightly. He allowed the sweet scent of her shampoo infiltrate his senses and desperately tried not to cough when she accidently elbowed him in his aching stomach.
"Haruhi calm down."
"You shouldn't be here, you're ill. You should be at home resting."
"How could I rest when you just disappeared? Besides I'm feeling a lot better from sleeping."
"Then you should still be sleeping. And I didn't disappear, I went out."
Kyoya rolled his eyes at Haruhi's stubborn attitude and reluctantly let her get off of his lap, although he didn't let her go far. He secured her into his side with his left arm and revelled in her warmth when she snuggled into him. He would never admit how worried he had been when he had woken up in a daze in Haruhi's room alone and no one had seen her for hours. He had had the army search for her and they had quickly come back to him to tell him where she was. He would never admit that for a few horrible minutes when he had woken up that he had genuinely believed the past few days had been no more than a feverish hallucination.
Haruhi pressed her face into his side and breathed his scent in deeply. She was so happy, Lizzie was here, they had a new home and she had a wonderful boyfriend. Maybe they didn't need to take a break maybe she just needed to relax. Her eyes flitted up to study his face, he certainly looked better than he had earlier but then he had been sleeping for nearly four hours and it didn't take much to look better than he had. She felt a strong impulse to kiss his thin lips but resisted, he wasn't well and it wouldn't be appropriate. Instead she contented herself to trace small circles on his side with her fingertip.
Kyoya's hypersensitive skin screamed at her feather light touch. His blood thrummed in his ears, whether from the illness or from the pleasure of Haruhi's small hands marking out some unknown pattern, he couldn't say all he knew was in that moment he very much wanted to capture her petal soft lips against his own.
So he did.
Haruhi tried to push him away for about a second before she became lost in the swell of teenage hormones and the tangy taste of mint. Both teens began a tentative exploration of the other, there was no panicked rush, there was no worrying about parents bursting in or host club buffoonery. There was just Haruhi and Kyoya.
He ran his tongue over the crease of her plump lips before Haruhi pulled away; she pressed a chaste kiss against his lips before resting her forehead in the crook of his neck.
"Kyoya, we can't do this. You're not well."
Kyoya tilted her head back with two long, gentle fingers and his lips quirked into an almost smug smile. He observed the way her cheeks flushed and her lips flooded with a delicious cherry red hue. She had truly never looked more beautiful to him then she did right now, her hair slightly ruffled, her eyes slightly glazed and knowing that it was him that did it to her. It made him forget all about the aching pound in his tortured head.
"Haruhi I'm fine. Are you?"
She nodded minutely, unable to break her eyes away from his steely gaze, his dove grey eyes pierced hers and she couldn't have moved even if she wanted to. His head sank to her fragrant neck and he peppered her delicate skin with tiny (almost shy) kisses. Her miniscule mewls spurred him to give into his urge to taste the skin, gingerly he poked his tongue out and swiped at her sensitive skin. Haruhi released a timid squeak as a thrill shot through her. Instinctively Haruhi's hands sought out his hair to grip as she fell back against the cool leather seats of the darkened limo. One hand clasped the back of his white shirt the other tugged gently at his sleek locks. Kyoya let out a sharp grunt when she tugged a little too hard but pressed on nipping and kissing his way down her slender neck to her collar bone.
The problem with making out in a moving vehicle is that inevitably, and in a manner that is most definitely clichéd, there will be a bump in the road. Given that neither of them were wearing seatbelts and the limo was rather spacious, they toppled to the floor like a pair of string-less marionette dolls. Haruhi couldn't help the nervous giggles that burst from her throat at the disgruntled look on Kyoya's face. She rested on top of his solid chest and tried to wait out her giggles whilst he rubbed his hands up and down her waist.
As the laughter calmed the mood picked up, having Haruhi sprawled on top of him certainly made access easier for him. He caressed her back lightly as they picked up their gentle ministrations. Haruhi shifted her hips to the right to make herself comfortable and gasped when she felt a lump pressing into her lower stomach, Kyoya hissed at the sudden pressure on his excited sex. Even through his thick jeans he could feel the heat from her lithe body and it was exquisite. Haruhi blushed fiercely and she almost winced when she found herself asking him whether or not she had made that. She had done enough biology classes to know that sometimes... with the blood... and the hormones... stuff happens. It was odd but Haruhi almost felt like she needed to be reassured that it wasn't blood and stuff, that maybe it was her that had this effect on the usually stoic man.
Kyoya gaped at her for at least a minute before his addled brain caught up with what the blunt girl had asked and his mouth flapped as he tried to think of a answer that didn't make him seem like a pervert (like Tamaki) or a robot (... like him?). When no answer seemed sufficient he just nodded, feeling quite foolish. Haruhi shot him a dazzling smile and nuzzled into his neck with a delighted giggle. The vibration from the car floor paired with the comforting warmth of her soft body and the pleasure he was getting from her tiny kisses marking his skin was a welcome distraction to the dry ache in his abused joints. Slowly, with her lower lip caught firmly between her teeth as she pondered whether or not she should, she began to slip the small buttons of his shirt out, revealing his smooth chest. She studied the planes of his firm chest, from the slight lines of a six pack in the making to the dusky brown nipples adorning his quivering chest. His stomach clenched involuntarily as she ran her fingers over the unexpectedly soft skin. Haruhi's eyes kept flitting to Kyoya's, seeking his unspoken approval and checking that he was as fine as he said he was.
Breath was short.
Fingers were inquisitive.
Attraction was mutual.
Neither of them could particularly say when Haruhi's top joined Kyoya's on the carpeted floor of the long vehicle. They couldn't tell when Kyoya's long, talented fingers had deftly slipped into Haruhi's jeans and found the sopping heat between her legs that sent a jolt to his groin because it was his kisses, his touch that had gotten her into that state. Kyoya savoured each and every one of her mewls as his fingers worked in tight, furious circles against her nub. Haruhi shuddered and bucked against his hand, pleasure washed over her in dizzying waves. She cried out when he slipped a finger into her hot canal, it stung slightly at first as it stretched her virgin walls but at the same time the twin sensations of the heat and the stretching was bringing Haruhi to new heights. She could feel her muscles clenching around him as she howled out with her orgasm. Kyoya held her tightly to him as she shuttered and jerked against him, the tiny logical part of him was extremely glad that the back of the limo was soundproofed even if all their staff was sworn to secrecy about anything they saw or heard.
Haruhi looked stunning as she was coming down from the throes of her orgasm, Kyoya was breathless as his greedy eyes sought out the details of her features, the flush that had spread from her cheeks to her décolletage, the tiny beads of sweat that clung stubbornly to her forehead, the twinkle in her eyes that practically sparked with energy but what really sang to him was her smile, a smile that said I love you as loudly as any words could.
She gazed down at him in awe when he slipped his hand carefully out from her knickers and brought his fingers to his face. He seemed to ponder for a moment before experimentally slipping the sopping digits into his curious mouth. His hum of approval sent a powerful jolt to Haruhi's recovering core and for a brief second she considered kissing him, to taste for herself the effects of her skilled boyfriend's attentions however she couldn't bring herself to try. Instead she turned her attentions to him. After all, very little between a couple should be one sided and clearly he was feeling better.
Meanwhile
Shouta was not a stupid man; all he had to do was cover for Tachibana whilst he was on medical leave. He had to drive the young master around, he had to protect him from harm, he had to ship the young girl around, he had to occasionally wake the young master up if the maids were too scared to do it.
That was it.
Essentially he was like a glorified assistant and he was a temp at that. So when he got out of the car and went around to open the door for the young master and he glimpsed the darkened mass of two people on the floor through the tinted glass and heard the muffled moans and shuffles through the sealed door he ran like hell away from the car and into the servants kitchen. He poured himself a nice, big cup of coffee and began to watch the clock. He'd give them five minutes, maybe a little more; he sure as hell wasn't going to interrupt them.
It wasn't long before Ayame wandered in. Shouta had a massive soft spot for the red headed maid but he hadn't been able to talk to her recently, she seemed to spend a lot of time running around the mansion recently.
"Hi Aya-"
"Shouta, have you, um, have you seen the young master."
"He's in the limo."
"What? You just left his there? You idiot! You'll be fired! His father is waiting on the phone for him."
She ran out of the room before Shouta could say another word. He hoped for her sake the young master was... finished, so to speak.
Back in the limo
Haruhi had shuffled down so she was sat in-between Kyoya's knees. A tiny voice in the back of her mind reminded her of her promise only a few days before, that she was not this sort of girl, but it was quietened by the rest of her head which screamed at her to keep going. As delicately as she could she unzipped his tight jeans, gently easing the zipper over the prominent bulge.
Kyoya released a hissed breath as she pulled the taut fabric away from his crotch. Her fingers ghosted over his black boxers, she nervously hooked her fingers around the band of elastic. She had seen diagrams of a man's penis but this would be the first time she saw the real deal. That's if she didn't just stick her hands in blind, the proud and curious part of her couldn't bear the thought of chickening out of a full 'examination'.
Throwing caution to the wind she yanked the silken material over his cock and down so they rested on his muscular thighs. Her mouth watered slightly at the sight. His manhood stood proud and erect, almost against his stomach, its bulbous tip leaked a tiny, pearly drop at her appraisal of it. It was quite long and seemed to be quite thick, although Haruhi had no real basis of comparison, she held her hand a few centimetres above it and she could swear she felt heat radiating off of it. Kyoya's eyes had snapped shut when he was exposed to the air and had stayed shut as he waited, quite patiently given the circumstances, for her to do whatever it was she wanted to do. No pressure need be added by him.
Tentatively she reached out a finger and slid it from the thick base to the almost puce tip. Both teens gasped, one from electric pleasure, the other from shock. Sure Haruhi had held this thing in her hand before but, looking at it now, she never expected it to be so soft. The skin was like hot velvet, it shifted slightly under her touch although the member itself felt rigid and firm. Haruhi traced a prominent vein on the underside and a small part of her revelled at the broken moan that flew unhindered from his throat. She swiped her inquisitive thumb over the weeping head and Kyoya's hips buckled and the groan he emitted sounded almost pained
"Sorry."
"No- no, it's fine, it's good."
He opened his eyes to reassure her but he almost wished he hadn't as, contented that she hadn't unknowingly caused him pain; Haruhi had turned her attention to the sticky substance that had emerged during her scrutiny. She held her thumb under her nose although it wrinkled in distaste, the bitter smell stung her eyes very slightly. Finally she took a leap and stuck the wet digit in her mouth. Kyoya chocked back a gargled gasp, he had heard older boys discuss how appealing it was to see a girl taste their ejaculate but he had never imagined... seeing Haruhi swirl the tiny bead of fluid around her mouth would be so appealing.
"Huh, that's not bad. Not the best taste in the world but not revolting."
Kyoya could only gape at the wondrous commoner that was his girlfriend. He watched as Haruhi slipped a hand between her legs to collect the moisture before she began to lightly stroke his cock. After that all logical thought stopped. He could only focus on the sensation and breathing... because breathing is good.
Haruhi was a natural at many things, this included. She noted each time a twist in her hand caused him to shudder or his breath to catch in his throat. She delighted in how rubbing her thumb over the reddened head caused him to cry out her name and buck his hips. As she began to pick up confidence she began to become more adventurous, alternating every up and down stroke with a slight twist. Then she dragged her fingers down over the soft skin of his balls, she watched as the skin seemed to almost contract with her touch. Kyoya seemed to particularly like it when she touched just underneath with a gentle scrape of her nail so she combined it, stroked with one hand and fondled with the other.
Kyoya's toes began to slightly curl in his shoes as his ending approached. White sparks danced in front of his eyes and he began to say Haruhi's name on every exhalation. Closer.
With Ayame
Closer
Limo
Closer
With Ayame
A few steps more
Limo
Kyoya caught her wrist just before he released. Suddenly he didn't want to just release into her hand like a commoner. She deserved more than a fumble in the backseat of any car, even a high class one as this, this needed to stop. He sat up, not caring that he was still exposed, not caring that his headache was coming back full force or that he could feel exactly how hard he had hit the floor, all he cared about was kissing her beautiful lips and looking after her today.
Their kiss was not rushed as the previous ones had been. It was sweet and wonderful and as world shaking as the very first one had been last week in the club.
It was at that precise moment that the door burst open and the couple separated like startled rats in a trap. Haruhi recognised the poor maid from earlier even as she scrabbled to cover herself with her discarded top. Said maid was still in the deep welcoming bow that she had been trained to do since she first started working for the Ootori's and had not realised anything was amiss. Kyoya's glasses glinted and the poisonous dark aura flooded out of him and seeped its way into the very bones of the world's unluckiest maid. Finally she looked up... and wished to God she hadn't.
The young master was holding the guest slightly behind him. If their ruffled hair and missing attire was anything to go by she had interrupted a seriously private moment, suddenly the chauffeur in the kitchen mad a lot more sense. Ayame's eyes bulged when she realised the young master's ... thingy was out and... She made a mental note to say goodbye to her mother and to make sure her passport was readily available. She was left with two choices run or pretend she couldn't see. The guest made the choice for her though as she leant forward and pulled the door shut.
"Your father is on the phone for you sir. I'll tell him you've gone out."
And with that the lightheaded, miserable maid ran to pack her bags and beat the living crap out of Shouta for not mentioning why he had left the two in the car.
Inside the limo
Kyoya glowered at the door. That maid would not be in the country this evening.
"Leave her be. She shouldn't be kicked out of the country for doing her job."
Kyoya glanced at Haruhi in surprise at both her mind reading ability and at the dejected look on her face. She slipped on her top, buttoned her jeans and left before he could say another word. He tucked himself back into his pants and buttoned himself up in a daze.
'What went wrong? ... Well besides the maid. We were stopping so she wouldn't be upset, she's worth more than a fumble in the back of the limo, I just wish I had realised that a little quicker. I wish I knew what I did wrong.'
With Haruhi
'What did I do wrong? Was I too rough or something? Why did he stop me, I did everything I saw him do. God! I am such an idiot. This is why I said we shouldn't do anything! This is why I think we need a break. Neither of us has been in a proper relationship before, well there was K... No, I don't count him. Then again I don't know about Kyoya's experience with relationships. I know he hasn't had any since he started the club but before that I haven't got a clue... Maybe that's why he stopped me, maybe I was rubbish in comparison to his last girlfriend and he had to stop me. That would explain why he kept saying my name. Wouldn't he have been too young for... that kind of relationship though before the club, it's Kyoya though, he is really mature. But maybe not that mature, there might be some other reason and you are jumping to all the wrong conclusions, but that still leaves questions and I still did that with him after telling him I didn't think we should do that sort of thing. Well surely you'd rather do that sort of thing rather than the other sort of thing. What other thing? ... The OTHER thing. Oh. OH, got it! That is true I guess, I definitely don't want to do that soon. But still I'm acting like a... a... Loved-up teenager in a new relationship and having fun with it? I was going for whore but I guess that works too. Is Kyoya acting like a whore? Well, no, I guess not. And you're doing the same thing as him? Well yes but- No buts, there are no double standards here lass. It's a new relationship; your hormones are going into overdrive because of your close proximity to him and once you are in your own home there won't be the opportunity to act crazy. Get it out of your system but relax. You don't need to rush things but if stuff happens it happens. Don't stress it; keep calm and maybe Google techniques if you're still worried about it. That sounds like a good idea, though I'm going to have to make sure I don't click on something weird.'
And with that Haruhi entered the guest room that had been provided for her and began packing her clothes up whilst waiting for her laptop to load. She typed in 'penis techniques' into the spacebar (she couldn't think of the right word) and brought up a secondary tab to flick between in case anyone unwanted wandered in.
She turned her attention back to gathering her stuff, no point saving it to last minute, her dad had seemed pretty set on moving as soon as possible, though Haruhi doubted it would be quite as quick as he thought it would be. She shut her eyes briefly and pictured the gorgeous rooms and beautiful meadow like garden. She would enjoy planting flowers and maybe even growing a few vegetables but mainly she would leave it, it was wonderful seeing the wild, untamed growth of life. For some reason it almost reminded her of Kyoya.
Kyoya.
'Oh God I still haven't told him! I was going to tell him and then I didn't and so he hasn't been told... I'm rambling in my thoughts, that is sad... sad and very Tamaki-ish. I need to stop spending time with him.
Tamaki
After finishing his third sneeze in a row Tamaki looked around the room puzzled, either he was coming down with a cold or someone was talking about him.
Or...
"I'VE BEEN CURSED BY NEKOZAWA SENPAI AGAIIIN!"
"Suoh! For the love of god shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Ferme ta gueule! I don't care if I'm fired just please be quiet for two minutes."
Tamaki and the rest of the second year Greek class watched as the teacher fell to the floor sobbing. Gingerly, a girl from the front of the class, that Tamaki recognised as Haruhi's regular client Ayako, a first year that had been bumped up in several classes, raised her hand.
"Erm, Kobi sensei. Suoh senpai doesn't take this class."
Tamaki felt all colour drain from his face. No wonder he hadn't understood anything. The teacher didn't even have to tell him to leave before he bolted for his real lesson, all three remaining minutes of it. Although not before grabbing and kissing the hand of the fair princess that had helped him realise his mistake. He did note with a small level of hurt how quickly she snatched her hand away from him and wiped it on her dress. He also noted how she shrivelled in her chair as every female eye in the room shot her poisonous glances and muttered amongst themselves, as he ran past the windows of the classroom.
He vowed to keep an eye on the timid princess from now on.
Poor Ayako.
With the twins. (Hikaru, Kaoru.)
Hikaru quickly scribbled down the last of his notes and got up. Kaoru had been waiting for him to finish for the last five minutes before leaving. They both hated these late lessons but they were worse without their toy there to amuse them.
"Do you think she's told him yet?"
"Knowing Haruhi, probably not. Let's hope she tells him soon, I can't imagine him taking it well the longer she leaves it."
"Yeah. Kaoru?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think she's happy? I mean with him."
Kaoru sighed as he looked at his dejected twin, they all cared for Haruhi very much, Kaoru was hurting too but clearly Hikaru was taking it badly. No surprise there.
"Yeah, I think she really is. And if she's not we'll be there for her."
Hikaru seemed slightly heartened by that thought and seemed a lot happier when they walked into the club room. Kaoru was just glad he hadn't notice how sad kaoru was about the situation. The first girl to ever tell them apart, their first glimpse of individuality and it was taken away from them by Kyoya. Kaoru had spent the first night in years in his own bed last night, crying bitter tears.
Kaoru hadn't told his brother how he felt about some boys. It wasn't all boys and it didn't really matter. Kaoru was straight; he just liked boys as well. Kyoya was one of those boys. There was something... enticing about Kyoya, there was the obvious dark power but there was something else. Like a sadness, hidden behind the glasses and the cool exterior. It intrigued Kaoru from the moment he had met him.
Sure they had all lost Haruhi but Kaoru had lost them both.
He didn't have time to be melancholy though as their first group of clients arrived.
"Welcome."
With Kyoya.
'Where the hell did she go? I can't see her.'
Kyoya looked again around her room; he stood in the doorway of her room glancing around. She could be upstairs of course but he felt a little awkward going into her room without her but at the same time he was concerned.
Her laptop was out on the table so he wandered over, glancing at the screen. Choking doesn't quite describe the noise that Kyoya emitted upon seeing the tabs. It was somewhere between a choke, a growl and a squeak ( A squeak that Tamaki in his most insane and hyperactive moments would have been very proud of.)
'Penis techniques? Why is she looking at penis techniques? What does that even mean? It's our fault she's looking at it. Since when do I refer to myself as a plural? Since it's the only way to get your attention. You should have explained better in the car. Explained what? Why you stopped her. I should think it would be clear why I stopped. Really. Ok then, put yourself in her place. You are being intimate with a woman for the very first time after she has just given you a mind blowing orgasm, your first ever in fact and just as you begin doing it back she stops you without a word. Well- I mean- oh crap. So she has Googled that because- she thinks she did something wrong. But she didn't, she was perfect, absolutely perfect. Then maybe you should tell her that next time. I'll tell her that as soon as I find her and find out whether or not father was correct.'
Kyoya looked around the room looking for any trace of his girlfriend, the room he had come to think of as hers seemed oddly empty. He couldn't quite place it; nothing had changed except his perspective. There was nothing tying her to this room like there was nothing tying her to him.
'I forced her into this; she didn't even want to be my girlfriend. All this from one kiss. Really? This is how we think now, what is with this self-deprecating attitude? You are an Ootori, man up! So she may not have wanted it when you initially suggested dating but by the end of the discussion she did, not to mention she's said she loves you. Yeah, but that was when I was ill, she was humouring me. You sound like Tamaki. That is very harsh.'
He sat down with a heavy sigh and gripped his hair. It was the illness, that was why he felt so weird all of a sudden. Like guilt but worse. He thought over the events of the past few days, he was awkward so she kissed him, she was attacked so he forced the situation to take her home, he broke her phone and split her lip. None of this seemed particularly conducive to a good relationship.
"Kyoya, when did you get here?"
His eyes flittered listlessly to the stairs, she stood at the top with clothes in her hand and glasses on her face.
"You took your contacts out."
"Yeah, I always do when I'm at home, I just forget sometimes."
"Oh"
Kyoya turned back away and even Haruhi the Oblivious knew something was very wrong. She moved slowly down the stairs, so as not to startle her dejected, armed to the teeth, bear. She lifted his chin with two fingers and looked into his eyes the best she could. The glare from his glasses prevented her from seeing too much but what she did see frightened her.
"Kyoya, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me Kyoya, I know you better than that. You look like you're going to cry."
"Don't Haruhi, just don't."
"I didn't mean to do it wrong Kyoya, I'm sorry. Please don't be upset at me."
She shifted minutely away from him and stared at her hands. It was a full minute before his cluttered, confused mind clicked about what she said.
"You didn't do anything wrong Haruhi. You were amazing; I have never felt- Well, anything like that before, you made me feel so special and so very good."
"Then why did you stop me?"
"Because I realised, a little too late, that you were far too special for fooling around in the back of a limo like a common tart."
"But I am common."
"Haruhi, you're poor but nothing about you is common."
Haruhi pondered his words briefly before breaking out in a big smile.
"Thank you Kyoya.
"For what?"
"For being so thoughtful."
She pressed a delicate kiss to his parted lips and snuggled into the crook of his arm. Despite the fact that their earlier actions had been way more intimate than that one little kiss, Kyoya couldn't help the heated flush that covered his cheeks. His Haruhi always knew just what to say and do to make the world right again.
Lizzie
Lizzie held her head in one hand as she stared at the screen. Her boss had emailed her last night but she had only just managed to get to the computer now. Anthony had gone out not long ago and trouble seemed to be following him everywhere lately. She smiled at the memory of kitchen this morning. Cake mix everywhere and the smell of a chocolate sponge that had caught slightly.
"Sorry Lizzie, it was my idea."
"Well it certainly wasn't mine you numpty. Come on then let's get you cleaned up."
She hadn't been able to resist taking a picture, it was another one to the ever growing pile of annoying but sweet incidents that she simply had to photograph.
She had none of that joy now. Only a sick lead weight in the bottom of her stomach and the cold tendrils of dread creeping their way up her chest.
Hey Liz
Hope you've settled in. Sorry about the mix up with the apartments, I could have sworn I'd sent off the document to get you accommodation sorted. If you need a bigger place or anything like that let me know and I will file for you to get one. At the companies expense of course ;) (See you were right, I am using the silly faces now. My daughter tell me that one is either flirty or just a winking face, don't really see it myself, just thought I'd let you know I mean it as winky, not flirty. No sexual harassment files for me thank you very much! =P that one is playful, I thought it more appropriate than the one that looks like a bell end.)
Anyway, aside from the housing issue there was an issue with the client list I sent you. No big deal I just missed two companies off that you need to research and get in touch with.
The first one is Takishima Ltd; they deal with chemical waste and also food production. (Who ever thought of that combo is a moron!)
The second one is the Ootori Medical Group. They deal with anything and everything health related and have branched out to leisure centres, resorts, hotels and nutrition. They have more connections than the back of my TV so they are priority 1.
Mis having you in the office kid, now it's just me and Sally and I swear on all that is holy if that silly bint mentions her hair, nails, makeup, boyfriend or any combination of the above again I will be forced to kill her and there isn't a sodding jury in the world that would convict me.
Miss you kid.
Dominic
Lizzie was so internally distraught about the prospect of seeing anyone from the Ootori family that she didn't even have time to wonder which face Dom thought looked like a bell end.
If she had known there would be contact with that company she never would have agreed to move back to Japan. Rationally speaking there was a chance that maybe she wouldn't see them, maybe she would have to deal with another pencil pusher like with any other company. Then again knowing the Ootori's business ethic like she did there was every chance she would have a brief meeting with one of them. Hughes&co was a big enough company to warrant most people sending their main owners or at least the vice chairmen into meetings.
"Relax old girl. It's been three years. You've changed, maybe they have too and if not then maybe they won't recognise you. It's not like you were anything important."
She looked down in dismay at her overweight body. Her stomach seemed to mock her by pouching out more than usual, that was one of the first things she planned to get sorted, better diet so better figure, better figure happier Lizzie. She wasn't that much bigger than back then but she would hate to have a chance meeting and have anyone think they had a lucky escape. Then again Anthony said she was perfect the way she was... then again... again, he was a bloke, so what did he actually know about girl bits.
With a draw out sigh she picked up the phone and dialled the number in front of her. For one glorious second she thought that they had sent her the wrong number, or changed it. Either way she would have to file a report and it could be months before they get back to her.
Then the silly co on the other end picked up and ruined that pipe dream.
"Good afternoon. Thank you for calling The Ootori Medical Group, your health is our concern. How may I help you?"
'You could hang up.'
"My name is... Elizabeth, I'm calling for Hughes&co. I need an appointment with an advisor in regards to any future partnership between our companies. You should have received three letters from us thus far in preparation for this."
"Yes, I see them. I'll just check the diary to see when Mr. Ootori is free."
"Oh n-no, that won't be necessary. I don't need to see Mr... Ootori personally. An advisor would do."
"Not at all Miss. In fact Mr. Ootori insisted that should anyone call from Hughes&co he would deal with them personally."
"I bet he would."
"Pardon?"
"Nothing sorry. If Mr. Ootori insists then I will of course comply with his wishes."
"Thank you Miss. He has a free appointment three weeks from this Tuesday, is that all right with you?"
"Yes, that's fine thank you."
"Not at all, may I take your full name for the record book please Miss."
"Miss Elizabeth..." Lizzie bit her lip hesitantly, it wasn't too late to make a crappy excuse and get someone from the Japanese branch to go in her stead. But that would raise too many questions and she was still new. "Elizabeth Fujioka."
"Miss Elizabeth Fujioka, at twelve o'clock. Thank you Miss Fujioka."
Elizabeth didn't respond, she just placed the phone back on the receiver. She felt completely hollow. Three weeks..
What a fucking nightmare.
At the Ootori Office.
"Well done Lauren. Thank you for being so cooperative."
The bleach blonde girl blushed under her superiors praise and smiled brightly.
"Thank you Mr. Ootori."
"Not at all my dear. In fact I think that little success deserves a tip at the end of this month's pay cheque."
The girl stuttered her thanks before answering the phone. Yoshio nodded at her before walking to his office. He knew exactly who the young lady was, Akito couldn't hide anything from him and even if he hadn't looked up the girl when Hughes&co had been in touch with him he would have found her anyway. He had learnt the error of his ways and had been looking for her long before Miss Haruhi Fujioka had changed his views on commoners. He hadn't been happy about the idea but he had decided they could lie about the girl's history. Haruhi had taught him it wasn't where a person came from it was who they were, what they did with hat they had.
Looking at things that way the girl did made him see everything differently, clichéd as that was. As a businessman he could see the benefits of having both girls in the family now, not to mention Akito won't see anyone else.
Three weeks.
Three weeks he had to plan his next move very carefully.
Those Fujioka girls didn't know what was going to hit them.
Metaphorically speaking.
Haruhi and Kyoya
Haruhi stared at the fireplace, she contemplated what would be more painful, sticking her head into the roaring fire or telling Kyoya she was moving out. She guessed Kyoya.
"Kyoya, I have something to tell you."
"Hmm?"
The man himself had one cheek pressed against her hair and was running his finger tips lightly across her hip. This was fast becoming one of his favourite positions to sit in, with her pressed into his side, cuddling him. Holding her was becoming more natural to him as well; he'd always thought that it would be like holding a crystal figurine.
"Dad's found us a new house. I think he wants us to move out as soon as possible."
Kyoya felt the words fall upon his ears like ice water down his spine. So his father's information was right. The little hut near school. With the damaged roof and the overgrown garden and the tiny rooms.
"How soon, next week?"
"Given that it's my dad and how well he knows the guy I'd say more like tomorrow."
Kyoya's grip tightened marginally on her. IT felt stupid but he felt like he was losing her. Everything that happened was because she had moved in here with them, it was nice knowing that she was just down the hall but... it was more than that.
It was nice knowing that someone who genuinely seemed to care about him lived in the same house. It was nice being able to walk a few doors (corridors) down and know that she would be on the other side of the door, waiting for him with a big smile and a hug.
It sounded ridiculous even in his own head, he would still see her at school and the club, if they wanted they could start eating dinner together alone or he could visit her new home or she could come back here. She'd only been here a few days but the thought of not getting to spend that time with her anymore was sickening. In these few short days he'd learnt things about her that none of the others knew, for example she does like cake but she doesn't like eating it in front of a lot of people and when she does eat it she eats it backwards. When she sleeps she crinkles her little nose and nuzzles her head into whatever she's using as a pillow, most recently his chest. Since she'd started living here he had been sleeping much better. Now everything would go back to normal and maybe she would come to her senses about the relationship in general.
"Oh."
It was all he could say.
"Kyoya, we'll still see each other all the time at school and I think my dad would probably be offended if you didn't come over and see us. It's not that far from here and if you wanted you could come over for tea on a night. If you're not too busy that is."
Haruhi surveyed him with her wide brown eyes as she waited nervously for his answer.
There you are my lovelies, sorry about the wait but all my coursework is done now, I only have my exams left =D
Soooo, the winner by one vote was an interruption... if anything they got interrupted twice, once by Kyoya's pesky thoughts and then by a maid who I am considering putting into therapy... it's the only way she's going to make it through this story.
I'm sorry if the lemony/limey thing isn't very good, I tried my best.
Thank you to everyone who has added this story or me to their favourite list and thank you to everyone who reviewed =D
I hope you've all enjoyed this chapter, let me know, if you didn't enjoy it let me know. I try my best but I need to know what you think of it so I can make a story that you want to read and then when it's finished you want to read it again. I have stories that I re-read over and over again and I want to make that for you. There is no point me writing if you don't like it =) xx
Chat time
JessMess-Hey sweetie, thank you for reviewing =) I'm glad you like Ranka's talk with Haruhi, I felt that her attitude really needed addressing as soon as but I was worried that it was too cheesy so thanks for that. I have a set plan for the Akito side story thingy and I am really worried about rushing it too quickly... now I've set myself a deadline of three weeks in the story world before things kick off, maybe a little sooner but I have a time frame now so sorry that you didn't feel it was going anyway... I really need to stop screwing with him in general I think. I'm glad you liked Lizzie's line; I wrote it then sat staring at it for about 10 minutes going 'is this too far' before I just decided it was fine. I hope you liked this chapter, you'll have to let me know =D
Yuuna Arashi- thank you for reviewing and thank you for the compliment =D I really hope you like this chapter =)
Kouga's older woman- haha, shush hun, can't have everyone knowing I'm dealing fics or everyone will want some ;P haha hope you liked it darlin, you'll have to let me know. =)
Blackbloodywolf- I'm glad you liked it sweetie, I hope you liked this one =)
Lady Kazzia Llewellyn- ... huh... you've set the bar there sweetie... challenge accepted.
Good morrow my lady, I thank you for your kind words and wishes. I do hope this latest musing of mine brings you amusement...
I give up, that is so weird to write haha =) thank you for reviewing darlin, I hope you enjoyed it , you'll have to let me know, though worry not my lady you don't need to put on a speech pattern that isn't your own for me ;P
Fugu-Chan- Don't worry hun things are going to settle down with Akito soon... kinda... anywho I'm glad you liked Ranka's paragraph, I felt he'd been a little unloved recently and needed his own opening. =) hope you like this chapter hun, let me know.
TrinitylovesRoshonfreak- thank you sweetie, glad you like it. Hope you like this chapter =)
BeNICEeatRICExx- I'm glad you like it sweetie =) hope your final went well. I'm glad you like Kyoya because I really struggle to keep him in character. Thank you so much for the compliments sweetie, I hope you liked this chapter, you'll have to let me know =)
Black rose-raven angel- hey sweetie, thank you for reviewing again =) I'll always respond unless you say you don't want one =) ... I'm very glad you like my story hunni. I guess that did make Kyoya seem kinda evil but then again it wouldn't be as fun if he didn't have a spark of sinister. =) I had a look through to see if I could spot the mistake but I couldn't find it... no surprise there, I'm useless haha =) I hope you liked this chapter and I hope you review again sweetie. I lost a review once, it was so long and just as I clicked send my dad turned the internet off and it was gone... I was so unimpressed haha =)
ZapZapYotsuba- =) I'm glad you liked it hun, hope you liked this chapter =) let me know
LeanneF- I agree Kyoya needs love, I think it's why I ship him and Haruhi so much because like you say he has to fight the most for everything and he seems to get the least praise for his good work. I'm glad you like the way I've written his behaviour with Haruhi. I personally love a possessive Kyoya but I worry about pushing it too far so I am very glad you liked it =) don't worry about Akito things will pick up for him eventually... I think ... anywho hope you liked this chapter, let me know =)
MomoChan- It's here now sweetie, sorry you had to wait =). There has been no forsaken-ness... I'm glad you like the story =) thank you so much for the compliments sweetie =) I got your review just as I was uploading but I had massive technical difficulties... I could have had cookies = ( I hope you liked this chapter hun, you'll have to let me know =)
Ven- thank you so much! That is a massive compliment =) I'm glad you like the way I've done Kyoya and Akito =) I love writing the boys =) but Kyoya and Haruhi are the hardest characters I have ever had to write. =) I think you should try writing a fic if you want to, I think my work is terrible but you seem to enjoy it, I often find that the authors themselves aren't the best judge of their work. I personally think my own work is rushed and sloppy, you'll have to let me know if you agree and if you decide to write one of your own so I can read it =) hope you like this chapter hun =)
Angel fox- hope you're liking the story sweetie, you'll have to let me know =)
HyuugaCheesecakess- I'm glad you like it sweetie, I'm going to have more free time now so updates should be sooner fingers crossed. Sorry about the long waits =) I hope you liked this chapter; you'll have to let me know. =)
Jaz-147- I hope you like this chapter sweetie, let me know =)
Silver drip- thank you for reviewing sweetie, I hope you like this chapter =) let me know.
Right then guys, that's it for now, hope you all liked it let me know =D I'm off to start work on the next chapter straight away because I have no coursework left... only exams... and they totally aren't important o.O
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