A/N: Here is some lovely fluffage for ya'll

Chapter 10: The Storm

As Haruhi sits on the bed, cross legged in her pink nigh gown, she notices that she hasn't returned Kyoya's shirt yet. She zones out, staring at his shirt. Shaking her head, Haruhi gets up and walks to the chair where she had left it.

The shirt doesn't look like the most comfortable thing in the world, but it actually is. It is a soft and silky material. 'It's kind of like Kyoya. The exterior doesn't look that welcoming, but once you see beyond that, it is soft and comfortable,' Haruhi smiles as she cuddles into the warm shirt. She suddenly snaps her head up, almost giving her whiplash. 'What am I thinking? I must be getting tired or something. I should return his shirt before i think of any other weird things.'

Haruhi walks across the hall, and gently taps on Kyoya's door. The knock is quiet, barely audible, so much so that Haruhi doesn't think that he has heard it. Not sure whether he has heard her or not, Haruhi raises her hand to knock again, but stops in mid swing at the sound of his voice.

"You may come in... Haruhi," Kyoya responds.

Haruhi timidly walks into Kyoya's room, finding him sitting on the couch near a table. He has a towel over his head, indicating that he has just taken a shower. Water drips from his hair and onto his naked muscled chest. His glasses are off, placed on the table in front of him. Kyoya looks absolutely sexy! "Kyoya, is that really you?" Haruhi questions him.

"Yes, of course it is me, Haruhi," Kyoya replies with amusement displayed in he deep voice and onyx eyes. He drops the towel down onto his shoulders. He stands up and walks over to Haruhi, placing his hand on the wall. 'She looks so cute in that dress,' he grins, not minding his thought this time. Kyoya leans down towards her. "Is there a reason why you have come to my room late in the evening?"

As Haruhi realizes what Kyoya implies, she blushes. "I... uh... I brought you your shirt back. Thanks for lending it to me," she slightly stretches her hand out to give him the shirt. As she gives it to him, she notices how close they are to each other; only mere inches apart from one another.

Kyoya throws the shirt onto a near by chair, never leaving Haruhi's gaze. "Is that all you came here for?" he asks in a low, deep seductive tone.

Haruhi hesitates for a moment. Her mind draws up blank, as she finds it hard to breathe. She feels her stomach tightening into knots, not sure what is happening to her. "Uh, I also wanted to say sorry, for worrying everyone yesterday. I didn't mean to cause so much trouble. I'll pay you back," she tells him.

'Here's my chance,' Kyoya thinks as he turns the light dimmer down. "My private police force is quite expensive..." he trails off.

"I'll find a way to repay you," Haruhi reassures him.

'Gotcha." Kyoya leans farther down to whisper into her ear. "If you want, you can pay me back with your body."

Within the time that it takes you to snap your fingers, Haruhi is laying on Kyoya's bed with him straddling her. Kyoya has Haruhi's hands pinned above her head. His breath comes out uneven. He doesn't understand how she can be so calm, when he has just propositioned her sex and is now on top of her. He searches Haruhi's eyes, looking to see if he can figure out what she is thinking. All he can find is calmness and trust. She smiles at him, causing Kyoya's heart to flutter.

"I know what you're doing, you won't do it. You are just helping me realize how right Tamaki is. I do need to learn how to protect myself," Haruhi tells him.

"How? How do you know that I won't do anything?" he asks, staring at her dumbfounded at how calm and confident she is about this particular subject.

"As much as you try to hide it with a cold exterior, you are a nice guy, Kyoya. You're a gentleman, and gentlemen don't force themselves on ladies under any circumstance. You also don't do anything unless it involves merit. I don't have any merit, you don't have anything to gain when it comes to me," Haruhi finishes explaining to him.

'She's wrong about her last theory. But the rest that she has said... how does she know?' Kyoya gets off of her, and sits at the edge of the bed. "Your last statement... it is incorrect," he informs her.

Haruhi's eyes widens at what he says. But before she can asks Kyoya what he means by that, there is a crack and a boom! Haruhi jumps forward, clinging onto Kyoya. She starts to detach herself from him. "S-sorry," she stutters, frightened half to death. With another crack and boom, Haruhi hugs onto Kyoya's arm. She trembles violently, as tears start to stream down her cheeks.

Kyoya detaches Haruhi's death grip on his arm, and places her onto his lap. He embraces her tightly, trying to stop her trembling. He remembers when he first found out about the girl's phobia.

*Flash Back*

One night when Kyoya was only nine years old, Haruhi was forced to sleep over at his mansion, while her father had to work the graveyard shift. Haruhi had gone straight up to her room, upset that she had to stay there. Her father had informed Yoshio that there might be a storm that night, and that Haruhi was afraid of them. Kyoya had only heard this, because he was learning on how to become a polite host and polite hosts always stays with their company.

Later that night, Yoshio had to leave the estate for business. This means that Kyoya and Haruhi were left alone, with the exception of the help, of course. But to Yoshio and many other rich business men, the help weren't really considered as people.

Kyoya was in bed reading medical textbooks, when all of a sudden a sob breaks his concentration. He looked up from his book, and noticed that a storm had rolled in. He grabbed his teddy bear that his late mother had given to him long ago, and went to check on Haruhi.

Haruhi was curled up under the blankets, whimpering. Kyoya noticed the petite, tear stained sleeping face. He tip toed closer to the sleeping girl, and placed the teddy bear in her arms. She cuddled with it, and shortly after, the tears and whimpers decreased into nothing. Kyoya had smiled and left her room.

*End of Flashback*

"It's alright Haruhi, I'm here. You're safe with me, I promise," Kyoya sooths her, stroking her soft silky hair as he rocks back and forth.

Haruhi falls asleep with her head resting against Kyoya's warm bare chest. There is just something about crying that is so exhausting.

Kyoya rubs Haruhi's back with slow and gentle movements. His eyes are heavy, and he's too tired to get up. But is this comfortable state worth the beating that may happen in the morning? Yes, indeed it is.