Worthless Castrati
WC: 414
K is for Kitchen
Timeline: Haruhi is twenty-four and Kyoya is twenty-five.
Notes: Please forgive the terribly long update. I guess I didn't know what I was thinking when I had to make twenty-six different suggestive scenarios.
Kyoya slipped his hands between the fabric of her loose jeans and skin, sliding them down over her hips. He kissed the side of her neck.
"I swear I'll stab you with this knife," Haruhi told him, gripping the blade tighter as she chopped vegetables, trying not to cut her fingers off.
He moved his hands to the front of her hips, brushing against her inner thighs then traveling up to sweep over her smooth stomach. He nibbled on her earlobe, his hands going higher until they were able to brush the undersides of her breasts.
Haruhi twisted until she was out of his grip, which left her far from her cutting board.
He smirked and leaned against the counter.
"I'll castrate you," she told him. When he didn't react she was disappointed.
"And what on earth would that do for you, my dear?" He questioned.
She tilted her head, thinking, "Yes, I guess you'd be quite worthless then."
Haruhi got more of a rise out of him from that than the threat.
She made her way back to the cutting board and started slicing the vegetables.
After a moment, she felt his hand drift to the small of her back and slowly travel up.
She narrowed her eyes.
"What?" He said, "I just can't keep my hands off of you."
She couldn't help it when her lips tweaked. Does every girl fall for such a cheesy line?
She finished slicing the pepper and, turning to face him, brought one of the strips to her mouth, running her tongue along the piece. Her teeth leaving little graze marks on the surface. She slowly brought it into her mouth, her lips moving softly as the slippery surface moved passed them.
She saw Kyoya's eyes darken with lust throughout the little show. She started chewing the pepper.
It happened so fast, that she didn't quite realize that he had pinned her to the cold, tile floor. She squirmed under him.
"Someone might walk in…!" She took in a sudden gasp as he suddenly had her jeans undone and had her hot and throbbing.
"No one's coming today, remember? It's our anniversary."
"Oh…yeah." Of course, the servants had been dismissed today for reasons like this. That's why she had been cooking. Yeah.
Her thoughts kept turning around in small circles, leaving her thinking of nothing but that they couldn't get all of their clothes off fast enough.
At this rate, dinner was never going to get done.