Midnight Fantasies

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L is for Lingerie

Timeline: Haruhi's twenty-five. Kyoya's twenty-six.

Haruhi stretched out across the bed, the silk gliding against the bare skin of her stomach and legs. All she was wearing were her panties and a tank top that had ridden up so the cloth was snuggled underneath her breasts. Her hair was damp and she smelled faintly of the rose-oil that had seeped into her skin from her evening bath.

Kyoya would be home early, and she had wanted to surprise him with the lingerie she had ordered.

She just didn't know which one out of the three was the best choice for the night. She was feeling so indecisive today. She either felt blissful or moody. It felt like she was floating in la-la land.

She put on the first choice: a slippery, nearly translucent night gown. It had a rosy-pink tint to it and had an intricate rose design on the bust, and the spaghetti straps purposely slipped from her shoulders. It fell above mid-thigh length, fluttering around the things that it wasn't trying to hide.

She sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. She could see her dark nipples through the fabric of the nightgown.

He would come into the room, instantly struck by her lithe form clothed in nothing more than a scanty piece of delicate fabric. He would reach out and run his hands up her back, enjoying the yielding feeling of her body. He'd start kissing her neck, and then would move down to her hard nipples. He'd run his hands over her hips, hoisting her up so he could lay her on the bed.

He would move the slick fabric up to lie heavily on her stomach; he'd touch her leg with his tongue, sliding upwards until he came to her—

Haruhi sighed, pulling the nightgown off and stuffing it into her underwear drawer. It was too feminine.

The next lingerie set was certainly a bit more daring. It consisted of a black corset that didn't completely encase her torso and chest, leaving her breasts and stomach half-bare. The laces tickled her exposed skin. She was wary of the black thong, which looked incredibly uncomfortable, but she slipped it on along with the garters and sheer stockings.

This was tense and saucy compared to the loose, frilly nightgown.

She narrowed her eyes at herself in the body-length mirror, her hair shadowing her one eye, making her look like the bewitching seductress.

When he came in, the lights would be off. She would be sitting with her legs crossed on his desk. She would smoothly slide off, her legs moving like a feline. She'd perform a catwalk with a haughty air, with her hands on her hips and her hair over her eye.

She'd push his jacket off terribly slow, not letting him touch her. She'd unhurriedly undo the buttons on his shirt, letting her hands roam on his chest before her hands moved up to cup his head in her hands. She would pull his head downwards to her chest, and he'd untie the laces with his tongue and teeth. He would run his hands over her ass, and then grip the back of her thighs, pulling her upwards so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

She would start kissing him, and as she did she would let her hips slide down just enough to carefully grind against his erection, letting it all be slow and agonizing. She would—

Haruhi stripped off the uncomfortable thong and the suffocating corset. Once it was off, she took in some deep breaths.

Her mood was changing again, and the thoughts promoted too steamy. But the nightgowns were too feminine and yielding. She needed something softer, but yet passionate…

She was being too fussy, because in the end, she probably would've been happy with any of those episodes.

The black lingerie set went into the underwear drawer with the nightgown.

The third one was snow-white with sapphire accents. The set was a smooth-feeling tank top without shoulder straps, with a heart neckline. The tank was taut around the breasts and stomach. It had a corset-like quality to it, with a couple laces that were just for show - not use - but it was not constricting like the corset.

The bottom just consisted of a pair of underwear of the same color and with the laces designs. It was much more comfortable than the thong.

She swept her hair back from her face. She did like this one the most; it kind of met in between the middle of the other two. She liked the feel of the material and the bust enhancing effect.

The mirror almost made her look ethereal, which she hadn't believed was possible for her. But maybe it was.

When he came in, he would—

Haruhi's fantasy was interrupted when someone knocked on the door.

She instinctively thought that it was Kyoya, but she also thought it was strange that he would knock.

"Miss Haruhi?" A female voice called.

Haruhi hastily threw on a white bathrobe, which had been still hanging on the bedpost. "Come in," she said.

One of the maids peeked in, not questioning the dim-lighted room and Haruhi's flustered appearance. "Mr. Kyoya called, he left a message that there was a sudden turn of events, and he won't be home until very late tonight. He says not to wait for him."

Haruhi sighed, watching as the maid shut the door. She let the bathrobe fall, letting it gape open, shadowing over the new lingerie that would not be seen tonight.

She sighed as she pulled off the tank and panties, putting them in a more special spot in the underwear drawer, where Kyoya was less likely to see them if he went through the drawer.

She didn't want to spoil the new lingerie by him seeing her in it when she was half-asleep and less responsive.

No, it would have to wait, she thought as she snuggled underneath the thick comforter and silk blankets. She had changed back down to her plain white tank and underwear.

There was always tomorrow night.