Recover | By : ramblingrobin Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 11392 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Chapter 15
The clock ticked all too slowly as Haruhi sat silently on the couch. She looked around the room for what was probably the ten-thousandth time, admiring the framed diplomas and awards the twins' therapist had earned. Her eyes then turned to the patient woman sitting in the armed chair in front of her. She seemed pretty young, at least mid thirties, and she had a soft face and kind blue eyes. She wasn't what Haruhi expected. Haruhi figured she'd be forced lie on the couch and urged to retell her horror story, have it somehow be linked up with her childhood, be told that she was predestined for disaster and that she would forever struggle to live a normal life. However, much to Haruhi's amazement, she wasn't pushed to talk at all.
Haruhi looked at the clock again. Nearly forty-five minutes of her hour long session had passed and she had yet to breathe a word. She started wringing her hands as she looked up to her therapist. The woman smiled softly.
Haruhi sighed "I...I'm so sorry...I'm wasting your time…"
"Haruhi, it's alright. We still have fifteen minutes. Relax...there's nobody here but us. Take your time."
Haruhi nodded, but she wasn't sure what good could be done in only fifteen minutes. True, she did agree to therapy. But she just couldn't bring herself to talk yet. All she wanted at the moment was to be back at Kyoya's. Though, if Tamaki had anything to do with it, that wasn't likely to happen any time soon. Not that living at Honey-senpai's house was horrible, but ever since the other night...Haruhi didn't even want to think about that night! She was mortified! Not to mention she still hadn't found an outlet or talked about that horrid nightmare of the twins.
The clock continued to tick. Fourteen minutes left. Haruhi took another deep breath and let it out.
"I...I don't know where to start…" Haruhi felt her throat tightening.
"We can start wherever you want, Haruhi." Her therapist made a note in her notebook then put down her pen. "If you want, we don't even have to talk about the recent events."
Haruhi relaxed a little at that and let herself slump back on the couch a bit. "What could we talk about?" she asked.
"How about you tell me about your friends, Haruhi?"
"My friends?"
"Yes." Her therapist placed her notebook aside and adjusted her glasses. The gesture reminded Haruhi of Kyoya slightly and she smiled a little.
"Well…" Haruhi started "what would you like to know?"
"Let's not worry about what I'd like to know. Let's just talk. Your friends seem very fond of you."
"Yes, they seem to be."- I wouldn't be here otherwise - Haruhi thought of Tamaki's insistence. "I guess they're pretty protective too…"
"Have they always been so?"
"Well...I guess you could say that…" Haruhi then thought of the incident at the beach "Yes...yes very protective...And he's very adamant about it."
"'He?'" Her therapist asked. Haruhi paused at that.
"What?" she asked as she looked up from her hands.
"You said 'he'. Is it just one friend in particular?"
Haruhi scaled back to her thoughts for a moment and realized her goof. They were talking about all of her friends but she realized that her actual focus was suddenly on Tamaki. Tamaki...the loud, annoying, frustrating…"-obnoxious…" Haruhi said.
"Pardon?"
Shit...I said that out loud...she's going to think I'm a real nutjob…
"Haruhi?"
Haruhi shook her head to clear her mind and looked back at her therapist "I'm sorry...I guess I'm not really focusing…" she said. This is turning out to be really helpful - she thought sarcastically..
"That's perfectly alright, Haruhi. Do you want to continue?"
"Sure…"
"Alright." the doctor readjusted herself in the chair before she continued "Now you said 'he' just now. Want to tell me who you meant?" she asked.
"I...Tamaki." Haruhi realized there was no point in hiding. This was a safe place right? "Tamaki was whom I was referring to." The doctor nodded as she listened. No judgement, no interruptions. Haruhi liked that and continued "He was the one who insisted I come here. Says it will help."
"Indeed. He was very insistent when he called my office" the doctor smiled a little at the memory of the young man having a panic attack over the phone.
"I'm so sorry if he caused you any trouble-" Haruhi sat up straight suddenly, but her therapist held up her hand calmly "Not to worry, Haruhi...it's never any trouble. Tell me though, how do you feel about his concern?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you feel that it was justified?"
That got Haruhi thinking. Certainly the whole incident with...well of course she figured she would need some sort of professional help at some point. But...she was really here now because Tamaki found out what she had been up to with Kyoya. But I was considering really hurting myself so I must need… - "Well, I certainly don't think this was a bad idea…" Haruhi said softly.
"So his concern is justified?" the doctor asked again.
"I don't know, I just don't like him making decisions for me!" Haruhi didn't mean for that last part to come out so loudly. She stood and walked to the window to look out and continued more calmly "I'm sure I would have come here on my own…"
"Nothing and nobody can make you come see me, Haruhi, except perhaps a court order. You are here because you want help…"
"I'm here because Tamaki gave me an ultimatum…" She stopped. "I mean...I do want help. But I need this on my own terms."
"You are absolutely right."
"I am?"
"Yes. Haruhi, lately it seems like events of your life have been out of your control with very little you can do about it. Now's the time for you to take it back. Even decisions like coming to see me need to be made by you, nobody else."
"Dr. Avery,...does that include...well, I hadn't told my dad...he doesn't know about what happened to me...I was worried Tamaki-senpai was going to tell him, and he made me promise to get therapy." Haruhi sat back down again. Dr. Avery took in what she just said and even though her trained face remained composed, Haruhi could have sworn she saw a touch of sadness in her eyes.
"Haruhi...nobody has any business telling your father, except you. I can understand why you would rather spare him that information…"
"There was something else too…" Haruhi added quickly. She looked back up at Dr. Avery, wondering if she was ready to tell her what she's done since the traumatic event. She sighed once more "It's...a long story I guess…"
"Maybe for next time?" the doctor asked gently.
Haruhi, looked up and checked the clock. It was four pm. Session over. Of course they barely scratched the surface. Haruhi felt like kicking herself for wasting so much time. Her therapist stood and picked up her notebook.
"Well, that's plenty to think about, I'd say." Dr. Avery reached out her hand and helped Haruhi stand. "Haruhi, I want you to rest and have a good think. If you would like to continue, we can do the same time on Wednesday, only if it's what you want, alright?"
Haruhi smiled a little and nodded.
"Good. I'll pencil you in. It was lovely meeting you, Haruhi." Dr. Avery held out her hand which Haruhi took and shook it kindly.
As Haruhi left the office, she couldn't help but feel positive about the experience. All this time she had been afraid of what the therapist would say, or that it would have just been uncomfortable. But Dr. Avery was patient and kind and seemed like somebody she could talk to at her own pace. Haruhi also was happy that the doctor encouraged her to take charge and that she needed to make up her mind to get better for herself and not because anybody was telling her to. It was just the thing she needed to hear.
Haruhi stepped out of the office building and saw a black limo waiting outside for her and sighed. She figured it was Tamaki-senpai waiting to hear all about her first session with the therapist. After all the trouble earlier that afternoon, Haruhi wasn't sure she could take it. Tamaki had insisted on picking her up and made sure she went to therapy. She had to draw the line when he wanted to escort her in the building and up to the fifteenth floor. He had been afraid she'd get lost or wouldn't go, but Haruhi put her foot down and he stayed in the car, sulking. Another car ride with him...hell no.
After all that...I'd rather walk back to Honey-senpai's...she thought.
The limo driver got out of the car and opened the door for her. She wondered if she could muster the nerve to tell Tamaki to shove off for a while. She still couldn't help but feel agitated with him. However, when Haruhi leaned into the car to tell him off, she stopped in surprise to see Mori in the backseat...without Honey.
"Mori-senpai…"
"Want a ride?" he asked.
"Uh...sure." Haruhi got into the backseat next to him. "I wasn't expecting you to pick me up. Where's Honey-senpai?"
"At home. He's got cake." he said. Man of few words, as always.
"Right" Haruhi smiled "I have to admit, I'm relieved it was you. I thought for sure that Tamaki-senpai...well…"
"Mitskuni and I thought you'd feel that way." Mori said.
"That obvious, huh?"
"Hm…" Mori nodded.
"I'm sorry, I hope you don't think me ungrateful. I know his heart's in the right place but…" Before Haruhi could finish, she felt Mori place a large hand on her head and ruffle her hair slightly. It was a gesture she was becoming fond of more and more.
"Don't worry about it." he said. And like that, Haruhi was overtaken by calm. It was amazing how Takashi could have such an effect with so little words.
As they continued on towards the mansion, Haruhi found herself leaning closer to him. She had grown so accustomed to having physical contact with Kyoya, that she felt now she was having a hard time without it.
Perhaps I'm going through withdrawals…
Mori didn't seem to mind at all, if him draping his arm over her was any indication. They sat in a comfortable silence for the remainder of the ride.
As they walked through the double doors of the Haninozuka home, a great commotion could be heard from the foyer. Haruhi could recognize that desperate whine anywhere.
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND! WHY WOULDN'T YOU LET ME PICK UP HARUHI?!" shouted Tamaki.
Haruhi stopped walking. She could already feel the headache coming on. This would be a very bad time to walk in. No doubt senpai would crush her in another spinning embrace and that wasn't what she was looking for right now. Plus she didn't trust herself at this point to not lose her temper. She looked up desperately at Mori, who nodded his head and motioned towards the staircase. Haruhi whispered a 'Thank you' and dodged up the stairs as quickly and quietly as she could and shut herself away in her room. From there, she flopped down on the bed.
Rest...doctor's orders...just rest…
Haruhi stiffened when she felt his warm body slide over her. After all the nightmares she'd been having she couldn't help herself.
"Relax...it's me." he said softly as he lay kisses of on the back of her neck. Haruhi recognized his voice and began to melt.
"Kyoya-senpai…" she said with a smile. "couldn't stay away?"
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss this...and you." His hands trailed down her body, making Haruhi shiver excitedly. He reached beneath her to unbutton her shorts and slid them down her legs. He gave her ass a good squeeze before delivering a sound slap!
"Ah!" Haruhi relished the feeling and sound of his hand making contact with her soft flesh. Her bruises had already began to heal and she longed to be spanked.
He slipped his hand between her legs and felt her through her panties. Haruhi could practically hear him smirking as he said "So wet already…"
"Senpai...please...I need-"
He leaned in close and shushed her softly. The heat of his breath in her ear just made her moan with impatience.
"I know what you need…" he quickly flipped her onto her back and removed her panties before she could even gasp. Haruhi could barely make him out in the dark as his head lowered between her thighs. He started with a slow lick up her pussy, finishing with a flick at her clit. She felt her whole body tremble, it really must have been too long if even a simple lick could have this effect on her. He had barely gotten started. He slid his hands under her ass and firmly gripped her cheeks as he continued feasting.
"Senpai…." Haruhi moaned.
"So sweet…" He replied, before giving her clit a good sucking.
Haruhi could feel herself unraveling. Even without the pain that she so craved, she was getting close to the brink. She reached down and laced her fingers with his hair, encouraging him.
"Yes...Senpai, that's so good!" she arched her back, preparing to give herself to him. It was then that his actions suddenly ceased. Haruhi voiced her disappointment.
"Oh no...Don't stop, Kyo-" Haruhi opened her eyes and suddenly had no air in her lungs. It wasn't Kyoya that was giving her such exquisite pleasure, and now crawling on top of her. He looked her straight in the eye as he thrust two long fingers deep inside her, sending shock waves through Haruhi .
"MORI-SENPAI!"
Mori sat awake at Honey's bedside. Even though it was late, he couldn't relax enough to sleep. Honey had stuffed himself well enough with sweets that evening and was out cold. Mori couldn't help but feel guilty that he had left Honey alone to distract Tamaki while he picked up Haruhi from her therapy session, but Honey insisted.
"What Haruhi needs is your tranquility, Takashi…" Mitskuni had said. He may have been right, Haruhi did seem relieved to see him when he went to fetch her.
It was now one forty-five am and Mori was getting a little worried. He hadn't checked on Haruhi since they came back to the house. She never came downstairs for dinner after Tamaki left, and they just assumed she needed time alone. But that was hours ago and they hadn't heard a peep out of her. It was very likely that she was asleep but Mori thought he'd check, just to make sure she was alright.
He stood silently, careful not to wake his sleeping friend, and headed out down the hallway towards Haruhi's room. He stopped just outside her door when he heard what sounded like a moan. It was definitely Haruhi, but this time, Takashi wasn't going to quickly burst in on her. After the awkwardness of last time, he wasn't in a hurry to catch Haruhi with a bunch of foreign objects. Still, he placed his ear to the door and listened. He could hear her moaning again and from what he could tell, it didn't sound like she was in pain. Mori figured that she just needed some stress release and was about to leave when…
"Mm..Senpai…" she moaned.
Mori stopped. Nobody was in there with her...was there?
"MORI-SENPAI!" Haruhi cried.
Whether she was calling for help or somehow knew he was there, Mori knew he now had to intervene. This time the door was unlocked, so he quickly and quietly entered the room, prepared to pulverize anybody that could be causing Haruhi harm. Mori saw that Haruhi was in fact alone and relaxed his stance. Though when he saw what she was doing, he froze.
Haruhi had one hand down her open shorts and was masturbating furiously. Her eyes were closed and she hadn't notice him enter the room. Mori thought we would save them yet another awkward encounter and moved to make a swift exit when he heard her call again.
"M-Mori-senpai! Ahhhh!" she cried as she suddenly sat upright and started panting.
Haruhi opened her eyes slowly as she rode out her orgasm. She looked around the bed in the dark and realized she was alone in it. Seeing her own hand between her legs she realized she had been touching herself in her sleep. She laid herself back and looked at the ceiling as she thought - Well at least it was a GOOD dream, for once… But it was clear to her that she was still very sexually frustrated to have dreamed up such an encounter. Despite the fact that she managed to climax, she couldn't help but feel disappointed to wake up and find that she was still alone.
"Oh Mori-senpai…" she said softly. "If only you'd come to bed…"
"Haruhi…"
She gasped and bolted upright again and looked to the bedroom door. She hadn't noticed anybody standing in the shadows. Mori stepped into the faint glow provided by the moon lit window. Haruhi shook her head to be sure she was awake this time.
"Mori-senpai?! But I-...you-...how-…" she stopped to collect her thoughts. Had he been there the whole time? "How...how long have you been there?"
Mori's face remained composed as he said "Not long...I thought I heard you call…"
He heard me? Was I talking in my sleep as well?
Mori came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. Haruhi realized that her zipper was still open with her shorts halfway down her hips. She quickly started to pull them back up when Mori reached for her hand and gently stopped her. She looked back up at him and saw that we wasn't wearing a shirt, just his pajama pants. Haruhi could feel herself growing warm again, hell her pussy was still pulsing from her passing orgasm. Had he seen all that?
Mori carefully trailed his hand past her shoulders and stroked up her neck. His large hand stopped at the back of her head where he took a fistful of her hair and tugged back somewhat sharply.
"Ah!" Haruhi gasped in delight and closed her eyes.
Mori scooted closer while still maintaining his grip on her. He could see the beads of sweat forming, about to trail down her neck, and she was starting to pant again. He wondered what other noises she'd make.
"Haruhi...look at me." he said.
She did as he said and Mori's eyes bore into hers. It felt more like he was seeing into her. Like he was trying to read her thoughts. She broke contact only to look down to see his clearly growing excitement through his pants. Her lips parted slightly at the sight. It was for only a second, though, for Mori pulled at her hair again to bring her gaze back to his. The sharp pain was delectable!
"Look at me, Haruhi. Is this what you need?"
Haruhi suddenly couldn't find her voice. This all seemed too good to be real. Had she really woken up? She reached her small hand out to touch him. First his cheek, that seemed real. Then she reached down to try and feel his growing erection, but Mori stopped her.
"No," he said shaking his head slowly, not taking his eyes off her "You have to tell me first."
"Please…" she said weakly.
"Please, what?" His large hand now gripped the base of her skull, his fingers digging in. Haruhi felt pressure points she didn't realize she had! They radiated down to her fingertips and toes, it felt almost intoxicating!
"I...I want you, Mori-senpai...please, I need you to fuck me!"
Hi, everyone! I had sadly abandoned this story. I was contacted by Two Authors about continuing it. I really liked her ideas and gave her permission to continue it. This is her chapter, I hope you liked it. I know I did. I posted it here with her permission since she is not on aff. Reviews will be forwarded to her. I really like her ideas and will be betaing for her. It makes me very happy that this story won't just sit unfinished. xoxo Robin
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