A/N: I just realized I only wrote 8 chapters of this. I thought it was gonna be a bit longer. XD well should I continue with the Ouran fanfics for now or should I do some other animes before I write the rest of the other Ouran ones? Please type your answer in the review thingy. Oh and this is a lemony chapter, it won't be too graphic or else I'd have to change the story rating to M instead of T.
(HaruhiPOV)
She feels his stronghand being gently placed on her waist as he softly kisses her back. Haruhi can tell he is trying to restrain himself. She wraps her non-broken arm around his neck and pulls herself closer to him. There is a low grumble in the back of his throat as he wraps his arms around her and picks her up and places her on the desk.
(MoriPOV)
She feels so good. He lets out a sigh and lets his hand travel up her back. Control yourself Takashi; she's still so frail and just… So much younger than you, Mori grabs Haruhi's hand and unwraps it from his neck and pulls away slightly. "Haruhi, we shouldn't." She looks up at him with sparkling brown eyes. "O-of course, H-Hani-senpai should be back soon." She slides herself off the desk. "I should get going now." She slips past him with a disappointed look on her face and leaves the room.
Takashi, you're an idiot. You're an idiot for loving her… But you're also an idiot for letting her go. He looks and watches her leave. This isn't good, I have to get Mitsukuni to talk to her about this.
A/N: Really, really sorry about the length of the chapter. I just couldn't think of anything.