a/n im not getting very many reviews here, and i would like them. constructive criticisms, guesses on whom is going to be which sin, and even praise if i'm lucky.
thank you muchly to D.P Masters01 who was my only reviewer, and in answer to your guess, nope! wrong! not him! bet you didn't see THIS on coming ;)
i dont own OHSHC! mores the pity..
Chapter 5. Lust.
His slitted cat eyes watched her movements hungrily, tawny amber orbs tracing the curves of her body. After Host club he sent Hikaru on without him, claiming he had to talk to a teacher about something. His twin looked at him dubiously, but left, albeit reluctantly. So he lounged on the sofa in the middle of the room that was usually reserved for Tamaki, and watched her through lazy eyes as she cleaned up the mess that he had left for her. A low growl, heard only by him, rumbled in his chest as her hips swayed seductively.
Kaoru wanted her.
He sat a little straighter, body tense, as she bent over right in front of him, and though normally her boy's uniform would have, regrettably so, covered up anything worth seeing, today had been a cosplay day. And Kaoru had designed the costumes. So today Haruhi wore a tight fitting strapless dress, fitting to and accentuating the curves that had grown considerably since she first joined the club. Kaoru knew. He looked at those curves often. It was a deep shade of purple, low cut with a high hemline that stopped not even half way down her thigh. So when she bent over, Kaoru had a clear view of her cleavage.
When she stood and blinked at the flushed Kaoru, her trusting innocence clear in her chocolate eyes, he lost it.
The tray full of china Haruhi was holding fell to the ground, china shards spraying everywhere with a large clatter. The girl gasped as Kaoru grasped her wrist and slammed her against a wall, pressing himself up against her, trapping her. His lips memorised the contours of her neck, committing her taste to memory, one hand holding both wrists above her head and the other trailing her body, sneaking under the dresses hem. He moaned in pleasure as she gasped again, arching herself against him.
"I want you." He whispered huskily in her ear. Then his eyes widened for a second and he pushed himself away from her, staggering back with wide eyes, and ran from the room, leaving a confused Haruhi behind.
He lay in bed that night, Hikaru's arm draped over his bare chest and his twin's face buried in his neck, and stared at the ceiling. All he could see were her eyes, darkened with passion, all he could hear were her gasps as her pressed her against the wall, all he could smell was her sweet fuchsia scent, all he could taste was her throat, all he could feel was her soft body pressed against the contours of his own hard one.
Kaoru wanted her badly.
His mind flashed different images and clips up, Haruhi today in her provocative dress, Haruhi laughing and what that movement did to her chest, Haruhi walking with the trays she carried, hips swaying, Haruhi dancing to her iPod, broom as a partner, as he watched her one evening after school. He moaned slightly.
He turned to his slumbering twin and shook him slightly, muttering obscene things in the boy's ear. He would be satisfied, and he would just have to pretend it was Haruhi.
All through class he watched her. The curve of her arm as she wrote, the few strands of hair that fell in her face, the enticing way she bit her lip. He could barely control himself. He buzzed in his seat, hardly managing to refrain from yelling in joy as the final bell rang. He grabbed the girl's hand and dragged her away, ignoring Hikaru's questioning gaze.
Kaoru wanted her now.
His eyes burned a dark, hungry red-violet.