I Could've Danced All Night

WC: 827

D is for Dance

Timeline: Haruhi is twenty-one and Kyoya is twenty-two.

"Haruhi, it's the waltz, it's not that difficult."

"I know, I guess I'm just still not use to someone else leading." She still instinctively tried to take the lead occasionally because of all her training in high school.

He twirled her, making her burgundy, knee-length dress flutter around her legs.

It had been empty when Kyoya had first shown Haruhi the Ootori ballroom; she had stood and gaped for nearly ten minutes. She had felt like a speck standing in the middle of the room amongst the white marble floor, the intimidating black columns, the high glass windows and their silk drapes.

Though after having come to the parties held in this room, she had grown more use to it. But now seeing it without all the people again, it felt like a completely different room as they danced in the middle of the floor, their footsteps echoing through the arched ceiling.

They swayed softly, repeating the same steps in a small, imaginary circle. Kyoya's hand laid on the dip of Haruhi's back, his fingers moving in a rubbing matter. It made her shudder occasionally.

"Something wrong?" He asked with a smile, raising his eyebrow after Haruhi's latest tremble.

She stuck her tongue out at him. The only flaw to the action was that he was close enough that he brought it right into his mouth with hardly a tilt of his head.

Their dance came to a standstill, Kyoya's hand dropping lower until it was able to ride up under her dress, following the back of her thigh up until it was able to mold the curve of her ass.

She lurched forward and almost knocked him off-balance.

"Dancing!" She said, "That's what we were doing."

"You did start it," Kyoya said.

"I did not," Haruhi said, tossing her shoulders and tipping her nose into the air, but she couldn't help her smile. "Besides, what would your dad do if he saw us having sex on the floor of his grand ballroom?"

"He'd probably buy a new one."

Haruhi gave a faint smile when they took their positions back up. She wished she could laugh at that, but Kyoya's tone was just too serious.

Kyoya's hand landed farther down on her hip than before, and he smirked, "My, my, Haruhi, daydreaming of having sex on the ballroom floor?"

Haruhi felt her whole face blush, "I—no." She scrunched her nose, since sticking her tongue out hadn't worked last time, "You can't tell me that you haven't thought of it."

"If I had been thinking about it, we would have done it already."

"Ah," Haruhi said, forgetting whatever she was going to say due to mental pictures. Then she grinned, "Well, maybe you should start thinking about it."

He leaned forward, catching her earlobe between his teeth, "Only if you insist," he purred into her ear.

His hands slipped under her dress, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer so their pelvises touched. Haruhi sighed and wiggled against him as his tongue trailed the contours of her ear.

He dropped his head lower, kissing her collarbone, then the hollow of her throat. He dropped even lower so he could nuzzle his nose in her cleavage.

She inhaled sharply, throwing her arms around his head to bring him closer, clutching her fingers in his hair.

She felt him make his way to her breast, his tongue finding her erect nipple, moistening the spot as he licked at it through the cloth.

Haruhi groaned and closed her eyes, arching her back. She slipped her hand in between them so she could rub it against his erection through his slacks. Slow and steady compared to his hot, quick movements.

Kyoya made a hoarse sounding moan in his throat; he paused at kissing her shoulder and started to rock against her.

Haruhi smiled to herself, enjoying the control that he normally had.

"Do you need something, Fuyumi?"

Haruhi stopped everything she'd been doing, cringing, hoping she had not just heard what she thought she did.

She turned her head enough to see Kyoya's sister standing in the doorway, covering her grin with her hand.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Fuyumi said, snickering.

"Perhaps you are. What do you need?" Her brother said.

"I just wanted to ask you your opinion on something, but it can wait." Fuyumi winked and closed the door behind her, still laughing quietly.

Since they had broken away a little at some point in the disruption, Haruhi was able to look down at herself and see her whole dress had been twisted and pulled out of place. She looked up at Kyoya to see his glasses were awry.

"Maybe we should finish this in your room," she suggested.

He pulled her off of her feet and into his arms, "I thought you wanted to have sex on the ballroom floor?"

Haruhi rolled her eyes and tried to shake the smile from her mouth, "Maybe another time."