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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 Twelve: “Cinnamon Dates”
Only the sound of Kyoya's ticking watch broke the silence between himself and Haruhi. The rest of the host club members had been cleared out earlier by a rather somber Tamaki, who'd suggested the room be empty in order to allow the Vice President and the only female member some privacy. It had been a surprising move on Tamaki's part, and one that baffled Kyoya. The blond was not normally one to take charge like that.
So then, why had Tamaki had done such an act? Obviously the club's King had caught the look of shock that filled Haruhi's features when she'd first opened her switched file. How could any of them have missed it? The gasp has been sharp and unfiltered; the pink that coloured her cheeks was obvious. Had Tamaki been trying to save Haruhi from further embarrassment? Or perhaps he had cleared the room as quickly as he had in order to keep Kyoya's lessons a secret. Knowing Tamaki both seemed like perfectly logical explanations. The lack of a solid answer seemed to irritate Kyoya as he exhaled a heavy sigh, shifted in his seat and refused to lift his eyes from Haruhi's closed file that lay on the table between them.
Finally having enough of the insufferable silence Haruhi forced a weighted, drawn sigh past her lips and brought her gaze evenly onto the brooding second year. "So... Looks like once again I'll be giving up another Saturday for you."
Her tone sounded almost defeated, as if it were easier to accept such a fate then it was to fight it; and in response Kyoya felt his chest tighten slightly. Did she really not enjoy his company that much? Granted, it was clear Haruhi had been avoiding him lately - and for reasons Kyoya was yet to completely understand; but it seemed to him that prior to her client session Haruhi had been welcoming to something more personal with him. Especially given the way she'd asked for a refresher lesson, less than a week ago. Mentally Kyoya shook his head to that train of thought, refusing to let it form any further. If he was going to get through this conversation right now, he was going to need a clear, undistracted mind. Thinking about kissing Haruhi would definitely distract him!
Kyoya's lips pursed together as he gave Haruhi's comment serious thought. "No..." He stated softly with a slow shake of his head. "Saturday I have plans. Thursday would be a better evening for me."
Kyoya had plans on Saturday? Haruhi frowned, brows furrowed together as she attempted to decipher why that suddenly bothered her. Of course he was going to have plans; it was only natural for someone from his family. Rich people always had busy social lives. Still, Haruhi found it difficult to accept the sting that came with his admission. Swallowing down her frown Haruhi forced herself to bury down her own emotions in order to stay focused on the conversation at hand. A task that was perhaps easier said than done.
Thursday? Was that a day that worked for her? It was a guarantee that Ranka would be working as it was a weeknight, so she did not have to concern herself with explaining to him where she was going. Although, Kyoya's prior suggestion to use homework as a reason could work if required. Her father would never deny Haruhi the opportunity to further her studies - Even if it was with a boy. But, did she really want to give up her weekday? Having a lesson on Thursday would mean that she would still have to deal with Kyoya at both school and host club on the Friday. Was that something she could really do?
As if acting on their own, her eyes slowly dropped to the single file on the table. The lesson that would have to go along with such a request - Haruhi was not sure she could even think about right now. But what she did know was that there was no way she would be able to fulfill such a request without engaging in what Kyoya was offering. Suddenly her mouth felt quite dry, and it did not seem to matter how many times Haruhi swallowed, there was no moisture to be found. Images were quick to fill her mind, all focusing on how far these little lessons of his could go between herself and the raven-haired second year. Horrified for thinking this way Haruhi shook her head quickly and spoke the first words to come into her mind in order to break her current chain of thought.
"Why is it always your schedule?" Haruhi questioned gently, voice cracking slightly over the dryness of her throat. Having no idea why that question had formed it surprised her; but she also knew it was too late to retract it. Already Kyoya's brows had risen; those clear lenses doing nothing to hide the look of thought that filled his dark eyes.
For the second time that day Kyoya found himself without an acceptable response. And just as it had been previously, he found that it was not a position he enjoyed being in. She did have a fair question though. Was it being too ignorant of him to assume that she had no life of her own outside of the walls of their school? Gently he scoffed under his breath. Not likely, given that he was well aware already of how Haruhi filled her days. If it was not school that kept her occupied, it was homework, chores and keeping her shared home clean.
The tip of his tongue darted swiftly over his lips, giving him those much-needed few seconds to gather his thoughts before he spoke. "Because between the two of us, I'm the one with the un-alterable schedule."
Kyoya's answer was so matter-of-factly said that Haruhi could do nothing else but sit there and blink rather stupidly at him. Because he had the un-alterable schedule. What the heck kind of an answer was that?! Then again this was Kyoya, and really, did Haruhi expect anything different from him? No. Knowing that continuing to press the matter would only end up frustrating her further, she grit her teeth a moment then released a small breath.
"Fine." The younger teen accepted, brown eyes dropping once again to stare at the client folder. "Thursday it is. Maybe I'll do that shopping first then come over, if that's okay?"
"Perfectly." Answered Kyoya, perhaps more quickly then he really should have. "I will take care of the arrangements when I get home today."
As if to mark the end of their private meeting Kyoya rose gracefully to his feet and began the task of packing up his belongings. When it was obvious after a few moments that Haruhi was not going to move he sighed softly and turned to look at the girl. "What is it?"
Haruhi's brows furrowed in immediate response to his question, her lips pursing together to form a small 'o' shape. What was it? That was a good question. She just wasn't sure she was ready to answer it yet. She'd worked so hard to avoid him as of late that now she wasn't even sure what to say. Their conversation earlier had been easy to talk about - it was all club related. What Kyoya was asking her now however, was much more personal. Gently a small breath of air was forced between her lips and responded with the first solid thought to enter her mind. "You said you had plans on Saturday, what are they?"
Having not been expecting such a personal question it was enough to stop Kyoya instantly in his task, the look of surprise clear on his handsome features. Warning bells went off in the back of his mind, advising him against answering Haruhi; but Kyoya firmly ignored them. Obviously she wanted to know otherwise she would not have asked the question. Then again, based on the look of mortification that had settled over Haruhi's face, Kyoya was not sure that she'd meant to ask the question.
Well, there was no point shying away from this conversation now. With a firm, but gentle motion Kyoya set down his laptop and turned to squarely face the brunette. Sure, he could have told her that it was none of her business and left it at that, but for some reason that didn't seem fair. If Haruhi really did not want to know, she would have not blurted out the question. "I have a date."
It was as if Haruhi's brain was refusing to recognize that word, for she found herself repeating his answer several times without grasping its meaning. Date... Kyoya had a date. But that didn't make any sense. Dates were meant to be by warm and comfortable and enjoyable - and Kyoya was none of those things. Besides, in all the time that Haruhi had known him, the vice president had never been exclusive with anyone. Even Renge was never officially announced as his girlfriend! To stop herself from speaking anything further she nibbled the corner of her lip and made an attempt to return some level of normalcy to her whirl-wind of a mind.
Sensing something was no longer right with her, Kyoya cocked his head slightly to the side in silent question. He did not let the words form until he was sure he wanted to know the answer. "Is there something wrong with that, Haruhi?"
Now that was a good question. Officially speaking, no there wasn't anything wrong. Their relationship was strictly business, and therefore Kyoya had every right to pursue anyone he pleased on a personal level. Haruhi had no claim to the Ootori boy. Then why was she having such a difficult time processing his words? A small breath of air puffed up her cheeks as Haruhi pursed her lips together. Under that unwavering gaze of midnight she could feel her pulse speed up. Kyoya was still waiting for an answer.
“…No.” Haruhi finally said, forcing her gaze back down to the table. That single word felt heavy on her tongue, as though it was untrue and Haruhi tried not to notice.
“Good.” Kyoya’s clipped tone was enough to put a frown on her face, but he did not notice. A quick glance at his watch indicated his driver had been waiting long enough. “Then I trust we have nothing further to discuss?”
Not trusting her words at this moment the petite cross dresser shook her head slowly, and Kyoya returned to the task of packing his bag. And really, maybe for Haruhi, it was better that way.
***
Haruhi closed her heavy text book with a loud clap and with a weighted sigh rolled herself back to lay flat against her bedroom floor. For a while she stared at the ceiling as she played through the events of the day in her head. The stern face of Kyoya staring back at her through silver lenses remained burned in her mind’s eye. With a distraction like that going on, she was lucky she got any studying done at all, really.
Feeling both helpless and frustrated she lets out an exasperated growl and throws her palms over her face to rub at her closed eyes with light fingertips. “Why do I let him get to me like this?” She questions of the empty room, not surprised there was no answer to follow. Exhaling another sigh she pulls her hands away from her face and sits upright, regaining her balance enough to uncross her legs and stand. Maybe a bath would help clear her mind.
The sound of the tub filling was enough to block everything out, and Haruhi welcomed it as she lights the single candle resting on the bathroom counter. Normally she did not indulge in such ‘girly’ things; but desperate times called for desperate actions. For good measure she added a few drops of soothing bath oil to the steaming water before going about the task of turning off the light, stripping her clothes and stepping into the tub.
As her skin turned pink from the heat of the bath, Haruhi released a much softer audible sigh and sunk lower into the water. It did not take long for the soft smell of cinnamon to scent the air around her, creating a bubble of relaxation and comfort within those four walls. Unable to resist she let her eyes fall closed as she rested her head against the back of the tub. Ranka was right; there was something to be said for a relaxing bath to ease one’s mind.
However, even with the atmosphere Haruhi had created for herself her thoughts were hardly at ease. Closing her eyes had just opened the mental door to the endless visions of a certain glasses-wearing, raven-haired teen. For the first time in what felt like weeks, Haruhi stopped fighting what she was seeing and let the images play out.
What upset the slender teen the most about this whole situation was the fact that she was yet to understand what it was that went through Kyoya's head. On one hand he seemed almost, friendly towards her; and on the other he seemed to go out of his way to avoid her. She was well aware of his master skill in putting walls between himself and the rest of the world - Haruhi was just no longer sure where those walls were between herself and him. Lifting her hands from the water she raked ten fingers through her short locks, scrunching up her nose as droplets slid over her cheeks. Oh, how much easier this would be if he would just talk with her!
Dragging those hands down over the back of her neck she laced her fingers together against her nape and lay like that for several minutes. That was an easy thought to ponder, but not one that would likely happen. But if it did, what would he say? Would it be something he'd want to talk about in the privacy of his own room, or would inside the four walls of the host club be acceptable?
Both spaces flashed before her eyes, finally Haruhi settled on the club room for her imaginary scene. Somehow his bedroom seemed too, intimate. He would sit beside her on that velvet couch, taking advantage of a time when there would be no one else in the room. A time where he could be honest and not worry about his words being overheard. It would be difficult at first for him to look at her, and really, she would be okay with that. Sharing something personal was difficult for Kyoya to do, and Haruhi accepted that about him.
But once he did look at her, what a look that would be! The weight that had been pushing down on him would be finally lifted, and for the first time in weeks she would be able to see those beautiful black eyes clearly. And because there would be nothing further to say, he would lean into her and cup her cheek tenderly into his palm before claiming her lips in a deep, captivating kiss.
Against her own lips Haruhi traced a single finger, leaving them moist with bath water as she sunk further into the image. His tongue would be gentle with hers, playing almost teasingly as it swept through her mouth, exploring all that she had to offer. A gentle moan escaped her wet lips as she re-lived the sensations of his kisses from their first lesson. They would share more kisses like those!
When they were both breathless they would part, Kyoya taking a few moments to refill the oxygen in his lungs before dipping down to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and collar bone. Never before had she been so aware of how sensitive her neck really could be, nor had she realized how much pleasure could be obtained by a skilled set of lips laying attention to that particular region. As much as Haruhi did not want to admit it Kyoya had a very skilled mouth.
Unable to stop herself from doing so Haruhi instantly pondered what those lips would feel like if there were to wrap around other parts of her body, too. How gentle would he be, flicking over one of her pert nipples? Crimson shame burned her cheeks, but Haruhi did not hold back the soft moan that slipped past her rapidly-drying lips. She could feel her body’s natural reaction to this new focus of thought, and the urge to submit to her own self-pleasuring rose.
Squirming under such pressing thoughts, Haruhi caught the corner of her lip between her teeth and nibbled lightly on the tender skin. Was there really any harm in self-gratification? It was not as if Kyoya needed to know.
Keeping that plump lip firmly between her teeth Haruhi surrendered to her body’s wants and slowly dragged her hands down over her chest. Despite the heat in the room her nipples were hard and eager for attention as she rubbed her palms lightly over them. Jolts of arousal flared through her body, pooling quickly at her core and Haruhi realized she wanted more.
Letting her eyes fall closed once again, Haruhi welcomed the previous thoughts of Kyoya, using them for her inspiration. While she delicately rolled an aching nub between thumb and forefinger, she imagined it was Kyoya’s lean fingers on her instead. The combination of her fingers and imagination was enough to raise a low, shameless moan from her throat.
As the vision shifted again, so did her fingers; pads sliding over her moist stomach to settle between her thighs. Hauhi could practically hear Kyoya’s low groan in reaction to touching her for the first time, and the brunette answered that with a strained hiss. Her own fingers felt clumsy and slightly foreign as they began to move against her slick, swollen lips. In the fantasy Kyoya was confident and skilled with his touch, knowing exactly what to do to bring Haruhi to her knees.
Feeding off that imaginary confidence Haruhi altered her touch, focusing more on stimulating that hidden nub. It did not take long before she could feel the coils of her release gathering against her abs. Unable to stop herself she’d given in to the soft sounds of pleasure, filling the space around her with pants and moans. When her orgasm finally came, Haruhi cried out with Kyoya’s given name; the intimacy of the gesture completely lost on the teen.
As she drifted back to reality, she released the last image of Kyoya; the brightness of his smile causing one to graze over her own lips. In a detached way she was surprised there was no shame to follow what she had just done. For the first time in several weeks Haruhi actually felt relaxed, the weight she’d been carrying having been replaced by the bliss of post-orgasm.
“A few more minutes,” she spoke softly to herself, sinking up to her chin into the still warm water. “Then I’ll get out and get back to that homework.”
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A/N: Happy Friday! Unless of course you are not reading this on a Friday... In which case I will wish you a happy day that ends with ‘Y’!
The only excuses I can provide why there was such a gap between updates are vacation and life both happened. And I did a re-write on this chapter about four times before I finally had it the way I wanted it. I have already started chapter thirteen however, so I’m going for a goal to reduce the update time for the next chapter. We’ll see how successful I am at that…
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