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It's Just Good Business	By : Desert_Mango Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 13254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Ten: "Practical Application"
Haruhi swallowed down another wave of nerves and plucked the non-existent fluff from her black shirt. There was ten minutes to her appointment time. Just long enough to give herself a good once over to confirm she at least looked the part.
Large, wide brown eyes took in the reflection of jeans and an untucked button-down shirt with a look of surprise. Around her neck sat a heavy silver chain, courtesy of the twins. Haruhi had to admit that even she couldn't tell what gender she was by the way she looked right now. To keep her secret safe however, she'd wrapped a cloth bandage around her breasts, flattening them further against her chest. If asked, she could use injury for the reason of the bandage. Of course, Haruhi was not expecting to get asked. Hopefully she wouldn't have to get that physically close to her client.
Memories of her lessons with Kyoya were quick to flood Haruhi's mind, driven further by their kiss no less than an hour ago. He didn't have to get that physically close to her. Yet he did. Stretched out beneath him on the couch they were close enough that she could feel every frantic beat his heart had made. When he'd kissed her earlier today they were close enough that she could feel the natural heat off his body as it flared through him. Both times she had been close enough to be well aware of that large, firm bulge between his -
Stop. She commanded herself, closing her eyes to the flushed and slightly panting reflection. Haruhi knew she needed to regain control quickly, and thinking about Kyoya was not going to help her. Keeping her eyes firmly closed she softly counted down from ten, and forced her lungs back into a regular breathing pattern.
Thankfully the distraction worked, allowing Haruhi to focus once again on her upcoming appointment. Turning away from the mirror she glanced over to the open file resting on the prep table. The girl's name was Mei Tomoe, and according to her file she was a first year from the same class as Haruhi. She'd visited the Host Club a few times, but did not list a favorite host. Neither the name nor the accompanying picture looked familiar, and Haruhi closed the folder with a gentle sigh. Time to meet this Mei.
Stepping from the prepping room into the common area of the club room, Haruhi stopped in her tracks and took in the site of Mei sitting rather nervously on the only couch available. Another slow, calming breath had Haruhi's feet back in motion, closing off the space between them with one step at a time.
"I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting." Apologized Haruhi, her best hosting smile parting her lips. "I hope you haven't been here long."
At the sound of Haruhi's voice Mei jumped, instantly stilling the fidgeting of her fingers as she looked up into that soft brown gaze. "Haruhi!" She exclaimed quickly, a look of warmth breaking through the nervousness that clouded her features. "Hi!" As if Mei were trying to regain some composure she lightly cleared her throat. "I've only been waiting a couple of minutes, actually. But that's okay. I arrived early."
Mei's eyes travelled loosely over Haruhi's attire, keeping the cross dresser from taking a seat. It was difficult to keep any comments to herself about the girl's blatant checking out, but Haruhi managed. When another smile parted Mei's lips Haruhi exhaled a soft breath and moved to sit beside her classmate. Briefly the host thought about asking for confirmation that Mei was pleased with what she saw, however, Haruhi did not wish to embarrass her guest. Instead Haruhi returned the smile and made a much better comment.
"You look lovely this evening."
Mei's cheeks coloured, a more shy smile drifting over her features. Palms smoothed over her light blue skirt, and she giggled. "Thank you. I wasn't really sure what to wear. I've never done this before."
Neither have I, thought Haruhi quickly, erasing the thought with a gentle clearing of her throat. "Being relaxed is key, so I encourage you to wear anything you're going to be comfortable in."
Mei's smile widened and she gave Haruhi a soft look from the end of her eyelashes. "I'm really glad it's you tonight Haruhi." Seeing that questioning look Mei continued. "You always make me feel that I can just, be myself. Like I don't have to pretend."
Gently Haruhi laid a warm palm over Mei's hand, that warm smile filling those brown eyes. "You never have to pretend around me. I think life is much better when people are true to themselves."
Silence answered Haruhi's words and for a brief moment she thought she'd over stepped. Then Mei's eyes lit up and the other girl nodded. "You know, I think you're right Haruhi."
Before Haruhi could reply Mei leaned over and quickly pressed her lips against the brunette's. The action was done so rapidly that the little cross dresser had no time to properly respond, before it was over. It had been a chaste encounter, hardly anything more than a quick peck. Haruhi hadn't even closed her eyes!
As she brought a finger up to trace over her mouth Haruhi watched as Mei shifted hurriedly back to her side of the couch. Had the experience been less than satisfactory? Sure Haruhi hadn't responded due to being surprised; but did Mei's reaction mean she didn't want a second chance? Nothing in Kyoya's lesson had prepared her for this, and Haruhi felt a small flutter of frustration. Now what was she supposed to do?!
Mei gave a polite cough, hidden behind her palm and kept her eyes on the floor as she spoke softly. "I've never kissed anyone before. Thank you."
The offered gratitude put a look of confusion onto Haruhi's face. "I'm not sure I understand." The host spoke honestly, a hint of concern filling her face.
Setting her gaze firmly on Haruhi, Mei offered a small smile. "That's really all I wanted - Someone to share my first kiss with."
It took Haruhi several long moments to process the confession before the realization hit. Mei didn't want a second chance. She'd gotten what she'd come for. Relief washed over Haruhi, dispelling any lingering nervousness. A genuine, warm smile parted the brunette's lips. "We still have quite a bit of time left. Would you like me to put the kettle on? I would love the opportunity to get to know you better."
With a matching smile Mei accepted the offer; and Haruhi excused herself to complete the task. As she went about the process she shook her head to the level of Kyoya's over planning. A kiss like that hardly seemed worth that lesson.
Then again, it wasn't as if Haruhi was complaining, either. There had certainly been perks to lessons with Kyoya.
***
Kyoya stood under the stream of steamy water of his shower, letting the warmth wash away his stress from the day. For a Monday, it had been worse than he was used to.
Host club had run late that evening, making it almost sundown by the time he was walking through the front door of his home. A scolding from his sister about missing dinner had put a bitter taste in his mouth, and Kyoya had promptly, but politely opted out of eating anything before walking to the sanctuary of his room.
His uniform had been stripped off in pieces and left strewn about on the various pieces of furniture that adorned his room as he prepared for his shower. There was still a mountain of homework that needed to get done; but the young Ootori was in no mood to complete such a task. What he wanted was to relax; and the best place to do that was under a steady stream of nearly scalding water.
Now with his hair freshly shampooed and his body pink from the vigorous scrubbing it had received, Kyoya rolled back his shoulders letting the water beat upon his back and dropped his head as he attempted to clear his mind. Unfortunately that was a task that was quickly proving to be unsuccessful. No matter what else he tried to focus on, the singular thought of Haruhi would not get out of his head.
Had going along with Tamaki's plan to teach the young girl really been a good idea? It was a nagging thought Kyoya had been fighting since the day Tamaki had made the request. Yes, he had agreed at the time for the sake of their club's reputation - but was that really a good reason? How much longer could he keep up the wall between them that separated professional from personal? Today's little adventure was an eye-opener for him. Had he not firmly kept his iron will in place, their kiss would have easily become something so much more. And then what? Or, more importantly; what did that more involve?
Was he falling for Haruhi?
Exhaling a slow sigh, Kyoya rolled that single question around in his mind. She most certainly had her good qualities. Funny, intelligent, and honest to name a few. But even with those qualities, she was still far out of his league. It didn't matter that Kyoya was only the third son; he was still expected to involve himself with a lady that would be a fair match for him. No matter how hard she tried, Haruhi would never be that sort of lady.
Ten fingers rose to Kyoya's hair, plowing back those drenched midnight locks with a firm sweeping motion. He was supposed to be relaxing himself; not stressing himself out further. For now, it would be easier to continue with the lessons as required; and keep his personal thoughts on the matter out of his mind. He was a master at building walls between him and others. He would just have to be extra careful when it came to the young girl. This was a favour to Tamaki, and a benefit to their club.
Wiping the droplets of water from his lashes, he pushed another small breath between his lips. Still, he could not stop himself from wondering what it was that Haruhi was doing right now. How well was she handling her client?
***
Haruhi caught Mei's soft moan with a devouring kiss. It was intoxicating how quickly the other girl had submitted so thoroughly to the brunette. What had started as a simple kiss had rapidly become so much more.
A warm hand slid up Mei's exposed thigh, pausing a moment to squeeze at the supple flesh; earning Haruhi another heady moan. The sound ripped through Haruhi like fire, heating every cell in her body. Never had she ever desired a woman as badly as she desired Mei in this very moment. Eager to comply with that wordless request Haruhi moved her hand further up; brushing her knuckles against the material-clad heat of Mei's core. The sensation was enough to break their kiss instantly.
Mei's cry was sharp as she threw her head back against the couch pillows, her hips arching instinctively into Haruhi's touch. It was as if Mei was begging for more. Her body was saying what her kiss-swollen mouth could not. When she had booked her appointment with the little host, Mei had not been expecting this. But now that it was happening, she had no regrets.
Taking advantage of the other girl's position Haruhi dipped down, trailing open-mouthed kisses down Mei's exposed throat. Against the smooth and silky skin Haruhi moaned, caught up in the reaction of Mei's breath holding in her throat and the flush that flared instantly through Mei. Not one to leave someone wanting without getting, Haruhi once again put her hand to the other girl's core; fingers flexing against the soaked cotton that greeted her. Now Mei released that caught breath, in the form of a shameless moan. Again those slender hips arched, and again Haruhi flexed. It was quickly becoming impossible to keep both her mouth and hand busy with the delicious way her client was reacting.
Reluctantly Haruhi removed her lips from the nipple they had been teasing, and took a moment to watch the expression of pleasure dance over Mei's features. Seeking more, the little host slipped a single finger past that wet material, and stroked lightly at the swollen, soaked folds beneath. Mei's cry was to pray for religion, and Haruhi continued.
It did not matter that she had never touched another woman before. Nor did it matter that Mei was a student from her own class. Little else mattered but the lithe body that lay writhing beneath hers; and the sounds of near-ecstasy Mei made. Haruhi drank it all in like a parched man enjoying his first mouthful of water. Harui wanted more. So much more.
Quick fingers made swift work of removing those drenched knickers, dropping them over the side of the couch to pool with the rest of Mei's discarded clothes. Haruhi's lips found Mei's, pulling a hurried kiss from the other girl before shifting down the couch. Pressing firmly against Mei's trembling thighs, Haruhi rubbed those quivering muscles soothingly before coaxing them apart.
Mei could hardly breathe as she watched Haruhi slide slowly between her parted thighs. She did not have to ask the other girl what she was going to do; and yet Mei could not keep the blush from colouring her cheeks. This was going to be a first. As Haruhi nuzzled those slick lips Mei's head feel back and she whimpered with anticipation.
Taking that as a sign for Haruhi to continue, the brunette was all too happy to oblige. Her tongue slipping past her parted lips Haruhi lapped at Mei's juices; savouring both the taste and the overwhelming sounds of pleasure her partner instantly made. It stirred Haruhi in a way she'd never imaged and caused the young Host to grind herself against the cushion beneath in an attempt to ease that building ache. Her tongue and lips continued to pleasure the other girl, milking those driving sounds with every lick, nip and suck.
Unable to hold back any longer Kyoya came with a strained cry, his hand stilling against himself as he rode out his orgasmic bliss. The sound of the shower cascading over him masked any sound, ensuring he was not going to be interrupted by an unwanted servant. When he could no longer trust himself to stand on his shaky legs, Kyoya reached for the cool tile wall before him, resting a palm flat against the stone.
His breath was coming in short pants, and it was the only sound other than water to fill the space around him. Never before had he experienced bliss that quickly or that intense. Struggling to bring his breathing back to come degree of control, Kyoya let the last of the vision fade from his mind before blinking the shower around him into a blurry focus. Well, he had been looking for a way to relax. Nothing did that better than an orgasm.
As he watched the last of the milky white substance swirl down the drain Kyoya's warmth was instantly replaced with a cold dread. He'd just pleasured himself to a fantasy of Haruhi. To make that even worse, it was a fantasy about Haruhi with a client. Disgust rose rapidly up Kyoya's throat, and he had to force himself to swallow it back down. Such an act was far from the professional relationship he was trying to maintain with the indebted cross dresser.
Slipping both hands under the spray he washed away the last traces, then turned off the water. Silence was not far behind, and Kyoya enjoyed it as he slid back the shower door and stepped out to reach for his towel.
Perhaps it was a good thing he had homework to distract himself with. It was something else to focus on.
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A/N: After a very long wait, may I present to you chapter ten! One of the hardest chapters I've written yet for this story.
A huge thank you with lots of hugs, tea and cookies to my Beta, Lady E for her amazing ability to break my writer's block. I struggled a number of times through this, and it's appreciated more then I can put into words that you were right there for me every time I hit a road block.
To all my readers who have kept this story alive while I've been fighting with characters and muses, I love you!! Like, seriously!! Every time I saw that my hits and reviews and votes went up I smiled and felt a little more inspired. So to all of you who've followed and read and enjoyed and reviewed and voted, have a hot bevvy and a baked treat from the treat jar. You've earned it! - And don't forget to tell me what you think of this latest addition!
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