My First Kiss

WC: 640

E is for Entice

Timeline: They are in school.

"I'm sorry, senpai, but I just don't feel very well, I'd prefer to go home," Haruhi said, laying her hand on her stomach and furrowing her eyebrows.

"Oh, well, of course Haruhi. I do hope you feel better," Tamaki bowed to her, "Are you sure you don't want an escort home?"

"No, no. I'll be fine," she said.

"As you wish then, hopefully we will see you tomorrow," Tamaki said, turning around to stride down the hall that led to Music Room 3.

Haruhi let out a whoosh of breath, then smiled and jumped once for joy. Sometimes even good, hard workers just wanted to have a day off. Even if it meant feigning sickness.

She spun around in triumph and ran headfirst into Kyoya.

"Oh!" She said, reeling backwards so fast that she lost balance. He reached out and caught her arm, stopping her downward fall.

"Sorry," she said, steadying her feet under her and straightening herself.

"Accidents happen," he said, shrugging. Then his forehead creased a bit and he arched an eyebrow, "where were you going?"

"I—I'm not feeling well…"

"Ah, so that's why you were leaping around."

Damn, she thought, Tamaki must be wearing off on me, "Uh, I forgot something?"

"Keep trying."

She stomped her foot and let out a frustrated growl, "I just didn't want to do the Club today, please don't tell anyone I was lying about being sick, senpai…"

"Hm, I see," Kyoya adjusted his glasses, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Except, I might need something more than just a plea."

"More?" Haruhi said, "Like what?"

"Be creative. And quick. The Club is starting soon and I'm not faking a sickness."

She groaned and rolled her eyes. Then an idea stuck her, but she was almost too embarrassed to act on it.

Even so, she wanted that day off.

She moved towards him and grabbed his tie, pleased to see the startled look on his face.

"Please, Kyoya, I would really like to have the day off today. And I really would appreciate if you don't tell anyone," Haruhi whispered. She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled sweetly. "Perhaps a kiss would be enough to keep you quiet?"

She wondered if she had gone too far with that last line—she wasn't even sure what had come over her with that last line.

Kyoya grabbed her waist and brought her closer to him, she didn't realize that someone could be so arrogant while doing something so simple, "I'll never utter it to anyone," he said, giving her a haughty smile.

Standing this close to him, she felt her knees go weak and her breath hitch.

Since she had been the one to suggest it, she figured that she should be the one to initiate it. But it was her first kiss and she didn't quite know what to do.

Well, her first kiss by a guy.

She was also deathly terrified that someone was going to walk in on them.

Thankfully, Kyoya cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth to his, moving his lips gently across hers.

Haruhi sighed and pulled him closer since she was still holding his tie, trying to match his movements with her own lips. He tasted like spearmint. It was a taste she realized that she liked quite a lot.

"Kyoya?" Tamaki's voice echoed from down the hall. It made Haruhi and Kyoya leap from each other.

She looked at Kyoya and grinned as she watched him straighten his tie, his eyes closed and a smirk on his lips. Then she took off down the hall as Kyoya started for Music Room 3.

Haruhi realized that the grin might be permanent, since she couldn't seem to wipe it from her face. But it didn't matter.

Maybe she should be 'sick' more.