"You certainly cut it extremely close there." Koizumi greeted me with his customary smile. Mikuru had furiously apologised to Haruhi, and after a little bit of cajoling from the rest of the Brigade, Haruhi grudgingly let her back in. Although her position had not particularly changed, Mikuru's demeanour had drastically changed; she still seemed quite happy, but I knew deep down she must be extremely disappointed that her one chance had to be take away from her. After all that had happened, Haruhi seemed to have learned not to take me for granted anymore. It was an improvement, I'll admit, and something welcomed by the other Brigade members. Nagato was still in the corner, reading her book, although every now and again she flicked her eyes across to Haruhi, then Mikuru, then me. Oh come on, it's not like it's gonna happen again…

"It's in fact very possible." Yuki flipped the page.

...seriously!

Everything was once again quite in the SOS Brigade clubroom. Or the Literature Club room. Whichever way you look at it, it was a great, awesomely boring day.

One in a million.

Haruhi sighed, satisfied and lay on my body. I absentmindedly stroked her hair, while thinking about the events of the past week or so.

Eventually Koizumi got up, and excused himself for some 'important family business'. I shrugged, waved him goodbye, and asked for Mikuru's special tea. She beamed that nothing had really changed between us, and then hurried to serve me. I turned my head to Haruhi. She was still on top of me, and one eyebrow rose when she saw me look at her.

"Mm? Sup?"

"Eh, not much."

"Yeah, sure, Kyon." She poked her tongue out at me.

"Well, okay, but you still remember what happened, don't you?" It seemed that for all attempts involved, Haruhi could not be convinced that it 'had all been just a dream'. She didn't trust me, Koizumi tried his suave and couldn't budge her, Mikuru just stared at her shoes shamefacedly and muttered something incomprehensible, and Nagato just pierced through me with her gaze.

"Yes, of course I do. And I know what kind of stuff I can get up to now…" She grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Well, don't go making robot unicorns and random stuff, okay?"

"Oh, those can never exist."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't let them." She laughed a little into my chest.

"Oh great, so now you're gonna crack every Chuck Norris joke under the sun about yourself?"

"You betcha! I can slam revolving doors! Jesus may be able to walk on water, but I can swim through la-"

"Okay, okay, that's enough now." I put my hand to her lips.

She seemed surprised, and looked astonshingly at me. I stared back at her, puzzled at what I'd done. Then she moved my hand away.

"Alright everyone, meeting's over, get out get out get out!" She literally pushed Miss Asahina and Nagato out with their bags, Mikuru still in her waitress uniform. I got up myself to leave.

"No. You stay here." She grabbed my tie and sat me down facing the window. I blinked.

"What's going on?"

She turned round and sauntered her way towards the window, sliding it aside. She gazed outside, the slanting sunset sunlight filtering through her hair, ribbons gently aloft in the breeze. She slightly turned her face back towards me.

"Hey…we haven't been alone in a while, have we."

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's been around 4 months since that fateful winter evening. And everything happened just now within the first week of June…" I sighed. "You really won't make the laws of physics warped, will you?"

"Of course not! It'd be too weird, even for me to take that in. Although my 'dreams' might become increasingly more common…" she smiled mischievously.

"What, the one where I satisfy your most base human desires?" I walked over and wrapped my hands snugly around her waist. She bent her neck backward to look up at my face.

"Why of course, dear Kyon. What else?" She kissed me, and I brought my head down and towards the side.

"Why don't we sit down first?" I broke the deep kiss and smiled gently, remembering that winter's night.

"Not on the windowsill, you know me." Haruhi giggled herself, looking out the window, her hair splayed across my chest. "Hah. I can feel your heartbeat."

"Is it really fast, or really slow?"

"I dunno. You tell me."

"Well, the average heart rate for a human at rest is 72 beats per minute."

"Really? I beg to differ. I think it's… 144."

"You don't really. Otherwise I'd feel the sudden increase."

"Oh really? Really now Kyon. If it was your normal heart rate you wouldn't feel a thing."

"No, because if it was, then there would be a sudden increase between the time when it was at 72 and the time when it was at 144."

"Pff whatever. Incompetent loser. Then what if I made your head at your crotch? It'd really reflect how men think."

"HEY, it's usually you who jumps on me, not the other way round."

"I meant in general, Mr New Age."

"I am not metrosexual!"

"I never said you were."

I frowned. But she still was smiling, knowing she'd won.

Then she got THAT gleam in her eye.

"Anyway, you said something about sitting down?" She asked sweetly, fluttering her eyelids.

"Why, indeed I did."

"Then, shall we?"

She let me steer her towards the chair. I sat down and let her curl up in my lap again.

"Hehe. Nostalgic." She gently tugged at my cheek.

"Feels like it's been like years rather than months…" I remarked, gazing out the window. The brigade leader armband fluttered off the computer desk onto the floor with the wind.

"I know, right?"

"Well then, shall we get started?"

"Wait wait. First things first."

"What? I'm not a very patient guy sometimes you know."

"I know that!" She tapped my pants. "But first, how did Mikuru's breasts feel like?"

I blinked in surprise. "What the hell? What for?"

"Because, I just wanna know. I've felt them too y'know, they'd make for great pillows."

"...Well…"I scratched my head, embarrassed.

"They felt good, didn't they." She winked.

"…Yeah…"

"Oh you don't have to be embarrassed. I told you I've felt them before." She nodded matter of factly.

"You know what, can we stop with the talking? I've hadn't had any decent action in the past week or so, thanks."

"Geez. Always so eager. But are you able to please?"

"What do your dreams tell you?"

"Haha. We'll see in real life though."

Thus, we embraced each other tightly. Our hands felt all over each other's bodies; eager to get reacquainted. I slipped a hand underneath her uniform, and caressed her silky skin, and her hair. She did the same. It was slow, and delicate; almost a musical duet, perfectly timed to each other's notes.

I slipped my tongue in between her teeth, and caressed hers. She responded in kind. My right hand left her hair and trailed its way down her neck, back, and started drawing patterns gently on her thigh. I could feel the goosebumps on her skin, and her breathing audibly quicken; she was almost panting. My right hand seemed to move by itself back upwards towards her skirt; slipping underneath it, and even underneath her panties. By this time her head was simply against my chest; her left hand was tracing circles on my back, the right undoing my belt.

The room was warm from the sunlight. She started moaning ever so slightly whenever I moved my right hand index finger around and around. She stopped moaning, just enough to whisper a hot, husky: "I love your smell."

"Only?" I replied in the same tone.

"Pff. Always the nit picky one." She raised her head. "Of course not just your smell. All of you, as you are."

"Well, I'm finally glad you've accepted me."

"Haha." She leaned in, and kissed me. This time, she entered my mouth, and started to aggressively take over my tongue cavity. I fought against her, to entwine hers with mine.

"Mm. I like it…ahah..already going for my neckline, huh?"

I had broken the kiss and was too busy undoing her necktie, while licking her neck to answer.

"Neh, Kyon…I'm letting you take the lead for once."

I finally undid the necktie, and gently took off her sailor shirt. "I know that. I plan to make good use of this opportunity."

"I can see…well…geezus Kyon you've gotten better…"

I gently traced circles on her back with my left hand, and undid her bra with the right.

"Ah, one more thing though Haruhi."

"Hurry up and ask it, dumbass…"

"Look who's the one that's eager?"

"Shut up, you."

"Then I'll get to the point." I kissed her lips, her face, her hair, her neck, her back, her stomach, everywhere. "Do you still remember…that promise I made you?" I drank in her scent.

"Of course. That promise…of a lifetime, I think you called it." She pulled off my blazer, and slid my shirt off quite easily, the buttons already undone somehow.

"Mm. I hope you haven't forgotten it."


Ah man, felt good to be back to writing fluff again after all those plot heavy chapters. XD

Thanks very much guys for reading this. My first successful fanfiction!

I'll get started on the sequel probably in a few months. Maybe I'll release the first chapter on my birthday? :D

But, just in case I never get round to it, (as you so very know) here it is, tying it up nicely with a pretty bow. ^^

And of course, leaving me a backdoor for the sequel... (which I shall name now just in case I forget it later)

Haruhi: God Incarnate - Date of Publication TBA