Didn't Think It Through

WC: 1,361

I is for Immerse

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

"Keep your breath steady, and don't panic when your ears go under. You're fine," Kyoya said, holding Haruhi as he tried to teach her the easiest of swimming techniques – floating.

Haruhi closed her eyes, concentrating on her breath, wincing only slightly when her ears were submerged. She felt Kyoya's arms leave her back.

She was actually floating. She grinned and opened her eyes, seeing Kyoya smirking down at her.

She reclosed her eyes, feeling the chilly air brush against any exposed skin.

At Kyoya's vacation home, he had finally gotten to teaching her how to swim. In the safety of the pool.

It was late, and Haruhi kind of liked watching the stars glitter above her while her ears were filled with the sound of water. It was kind of soothing.

She tilted her head enough to see her husband standing near, but he wasn't watching her at the moment. It looked like he was staring into space.

His hair was only slightly wet – and only because she had splashed him earlier – his glasses were off, and all he was wearing were his swim trunks. He had whispered into her ear that they could swim in the nude, but since there were a couple of house servants that kept residence up at the vacation home, Haruhi had immediately rejected the suggestion, her face all red.

She wore a white bikini, which she now was starting to regret since she was starting to shiver. She twisted and stood up, the splashing making Kyoya look at her. Haruhi crouched down until she was up to her neck in the heated water.

"Cold?" He said, grinning. He reached his hand out to touch her shoulder, bringing her closer. He tilted her head up, leaning over to kiss her. His tongue ran the length of her bottom lip, then grazed against her teeth, sending a different type of shiver down her spine.

Kyoya ran his hands down her back, following the contours until they grabbed her hips. She lifted her arms up to place her hands on his chest, then grabbed his lower lip between her teeth, suckling gently.

He only let her do that for a minute before he cupped the back of her head and started kissing her again, his other hand holding her breast. She sighed and leaned forward, miscalculating her movement and pushing too far. They both fell into the water.

It was so quick, that Haruhi barely had time to realize that they had gone under. Kyoya shoved her back up, and she stood there coughing up water. Kyoya surfaced soon after, his dark hair plastered to his head.

"Sorry," Haruhi said, putting on a sheepish grin and rubbing the back of her head.

Kyoya wiped the hair from his face, blinking the water out of his eyes, "Well, if you didn't like something that I was doing, you could've just told me instead of trying to drown me."

"Oh, come on," Haruhi said, splashing water back into his eyes, "would I ever do something like that?"

"There's a first for everything."

Haruhi wrinkled her nose and squinted her eyes, "There's a first for everything," she mocked. Which earned her such a dangerous glare that she really couldn't tell if she should laugh or not.

She waded through the water back up to him, twisting her arms around his neck, "Where were we?"

"Are you still cold?"

Haruhi furrowed her eyebrows, "No."

"Then there's no reason to continue, since that was the reason we started it," he said, giving her an innocent smile as he untwined her arms off of his neck before starting to trudge through the water, getting out of the pool.

"Humph," she folded her arms, "I just mocked you. You're so childish," she shouted at his back. When he didn't respond, she rolled her eyes and got out of the pool as well.

He's so full of it sometimes, she thought to herself, wrapping a towel around her small form. She crossed her arms across her chest, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to try and create warmth. Kyoya continued to walk the length of the pool, heading to the sliding doors that led into the house.

The pool had a deep section, and a shallow section, like most pools. Haruhi was standing by the edge at the middle of the pool, where the shallow started to slope into the deep section. An idea stuck her. She could pretend to fall in. That would bring him back.

She leapt into the water.

A strange sense of panic crept into her thighs and belly when her feet didn't touch the ground. She immediately started to thrash, getting herself out of the towel and trying to push upwards. Her head broke the water, trying to bring in a breath of air but instead got a mouthful of water. She coughed, choking the water back up, but fell back under the water without a breath. Her lungs contracted from the lack of air, sending another wave of terror through her.

I didn't think that through well enough, she thought, as she tried to kick herself towards the edge. But she couldn't seem to find the edge, where'd it go?

*.*

Kyoya opened the sliding door, only to hear a huge splash of water sound behind him. He turned instinctively.

Even without his glasses, he realized that Haruhi had fallen into the pool.

She must've slipped; the thought entered his mind as he ran back to the direction of the spot, where there was a splashing, coughing Haruhi as she tried to keep her head above water, her hands flailing as they tried to find the edge of the pool. But she was nearly in the middle of the pool, how did she fall that far?

He jumped in after her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her to his chest. Swimming with her to the border of the pool, he set her on the edge and she coughed up the rest of the pool water she had swallowed.

He rested his hands against her thighs; half of her calves were submerged in the water.

"Are you all right?" He asked, touching her face so she could look at him.

She was still gasping down breaths, her adrenaline laced body trembling. She managed a nod.

"Did you slip?" He couldn't remember there being enough water on the ground for her to slip on, but it was still possible, he figured.

He started to get a little suspicious when she adverted her eyes and her face turned a mild red.

"What?" He said.

"Well," she said, her voice hoarse from all the coughing, "I knew you were mad, so I was…trying to make you come back into the water. I was going to pretend to slip, so you could 'save' me and forget that you were angry, but the water was deeper then I thought and then…" She dropped her eyes, "I just ended up scaring myself more then you," she said with a tiny chuckle, which turned into a full-blown cough.

Kyoya rolled his eyes as she was coughing, so she didn't see.

She rubbed the water out of her eyes, then leaned a bit closer and whispered, "are you still mad?"

"I guess not," he said. Mad? His heart was still racing from panic of his wife nearly drowning in his pool.

"Oh, good," she said, then wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles together, but her face looked ragged. "Well, I had something planned once I got you into the pool, but I think I'm too tired now." Her voice sounded awful.

He broke out of her legs. Pulling himself out of the pool in one quick movement, then he pulled her into his arms bridal-style.

She rested her head onto his chest, exhausted. She was so tired that she started getting strange thoughts, like how she should go get the towel that was lying at the bottom of the pool.

As she started nodding off against his shoulder, Kyoya refrained from saying that he had won. He would save that for tomorrow.