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Strawberries	By : Atomicnebula13 Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 7251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER! I do not own ANY aspect of Ouran High School Host Club nor do I make any profit from this fic. It's purely for fun, nothing more. Bisco Hatori is the creator of the series, all rights belong to her.

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Well, here is the second chapter. I debated on posting the rest of the story as the second half but I feel like it needs a little more editing towards the end so more than likely this will end up being three or four chapters total. I was comfortable with this section of the story so posting it now didn't seem like an issue. I've noticed that this story is much less fluffy than my other fic "After Hours" but in this story Haruhi and Mori's relationship is much more developed. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 2
This aversion to strawberries all began some months back, in the heat of the summer when the fruit was at its ripest, its sweetest. When the fruit was in abundance in every grocery store and farmers market.
Haruhi was standing in her kitchen looking at the several pints of strawberries she had, pondering a way to use them before they went bad. It would be a shame to waste them, as this year the strawberries had been particularly sweet and juicy. She opened a nearby recipe box she had and flipped to the correct index and pulled a card with worn edges and splotches of meals gone by.
The recipe was for a strawberry cream dessert, perfect because it had to be chilled which would hopefully help to battle the oppressive heat of the summer day.
She put a handkerchief on her head to hold back her hair as she moved through the familiar motions of making the dessert. She gathered her necessary ingredients, a box of gelatin, several vanilla cookies for the crust, the strawberries and a container of whipped topping.
The small girl looked around, opening several cabinets, searching for her favorite mixing bowl and frowned when she realized her father had once again placed it on the top shelf of the cabinet above her head, just out of her reach. She’d asked him several times not to do so but she couldn’t be too cross with him because it meant he had actually done a chore around the house, he was trying to help.
The tall boy reached around her slight form, quickly deciphering what had brought the frown to the small girl’s face, he clasped the bowl securely in the large expanse of his right hand and set it down gently on the counter in front of the tawny haired girl.
She looked up at him, her sparkling brown eyes wide. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have captured the heart of this man.
“Thank you, Takashi.” she said.
The young man just inclined his head in response
When she turned around again, he allowed a small smile crack on his face. He loved Haruhi, she was a beautiful mixture of all sorts of personality quirks that made her unique, so unlike the socialite’s that he’d grown up around. She never tried to force words out of him, understanding and accepting his quiet nature. She didn’t need to have her worth constantly affirmed by him, she was comfortable in her own skin. She didn’t expect him to lavish her with flashy and expensive gifts though he truly had no problem doing so, he would give Haruhi the world if she asked it of him. After a year of togetherness she was also learning to accept the help he provided to her with little incident. When their relationship first began she was always insisting she didn’t need it but slowly she began to allow him tending to her in small ways, she came to understand that this was the natural way he showed his affection for her.
“You like strawberries, right senpai?” she asked, not registering the fact that she’d fallen back into her old ways of addressing him.
He winced at the title but didn’t bother chastising her. She didn’t mean to continue to call him that, it was just a force of habit, an aspect of their past friendship that bled into their current relationship, he couldn’t fault her too much for it. Besides, it was a definite rarity that she ever referred to him in that way, most often it occurred when her attention was elsewhere, as was the case today.
“Aa.” came the simple answer. Mori did like strawberries and though he wasn’t much for sweets, whatever Haruhi seemed to be creating did look rather enticing. Truth be told, he would eat nearly anything she placed in front of him. He secretly delighted in the idea that she bothered to create meals for him, that she was worried about his preferences.
He watched as she crushed the cookies and placed them into the bottom of the pan before she moved to create what he assumed was some sort of gelatin, pouring the powdered mix into the bowl he’d retrieved.
He rested his chin on his upraised fist, Mori adored watching Haruhi move about the kitchen, her precise and fluid movements as she worked through the prep work. The way she handled her kitchen knife appealed to him in a very primal sort of way, he assumed he appreciated it due to his own interest in swordsmanship. When she participated in host club activities and athletics Haruhi always seemed slightly ill at ease, uncomfortable, but when she was in the kitchen she moved with extreme confidence, this was her element. Whereas he would most likely fumble and falter if he tried to replicate her motions she would move about with a grace that he rarely ever saw from her elsewhere.
He enjoyed seeing her excel at the things she set herself to.
Haruhi mixed the hot water and gelatin mixture together for several minutes until the concoction thickened to the proper consistency. She moved the bowl to the refrigerator, the gelatin needed to chill for at least an hour so that it could set. The next task at hand was to prep the strawberries, she placed all of the berries into a strainer so she could wash away the grit and earth from the fruit. She ran them under cold water, silently appraising the size and color of the berries, they would certainly be lovely in this dessert.
After thoroughly drying the fruits she set about cutting the vivid red berries into slices so she could fold them into the cream to set on top of the gelatin. From the corner of her eye she saw her boyfriend join her at the counter, she turned her head slightly so she could look at him.
His steel grey eyes were trained on the fruit in front of her, the juices of the berries had begun to bleed onto the cutting board below and the sweet scent of them began to fill the room.
“Would you like to try one?” she asked him, noting the intent way in which he was staring at them.
His eyes moved to look at her face, her wide eyes so bright and innocent. He felt a slight twinge of guilt, considering the thoughts that were currently running through his mind were far from innocent.
During the few times they’d been intimate with each other, he’d noted that strawberries tasted like Haruhi. Like the delicate flavor that lingered in her mouth or the stronger, sweeter flavor of her sex, he rather enjoyed lavishing attention upon that part of her body. Now it seemed he was unable to even look at the fruit without making the correlation to her. To the taste of her body.
“Aa.” he replied, but the usual monotone of his voice was slightly deeper. Just a bit huskier and this was possibly the only indication of his perverted thoughts and his rapidly growing desire.
Haruhi didn’t seem to notice the inflection and moved to pick up one of the slices to present to her lover.
Instead of plucking the berry from her hand, he brought his mouth down to her hand to sample the fruit, his hot mouth encompassing not only the presented treat but also the tips of her fingers. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he pulled away, he took care not to leave any traces of the juicy produce on her, he licked her clean before he released her hand, letting it fall again to her side.
It was good and sweet but not nearly as delightful as what he knew Haruhi could offer him. He felt his body begin to awaken and rouse at the idea.
He retrieved one of the pieces of strawberry and held it out for her to try, hoping she would do as he was requesting.
She did, she clasped his wrist and brought his hand to her mouth and she mimicked his previous actions precisely and she felt a hot jolt of lust course through her body as she heard him groan in appreciation of her current actions.
It seemed her lover was hungry indeed, just not for what she was currently creating.
Mori leaned down to capture her lips with his own, pressing them firmly against hers several times, making sure to keep his mouth closed.
He felt her tongue sweep along his bottom lip, begging for entrance but he denied her request.
He grasped her waist with his large hands, lifting her easily onto the counter top, he placed her so that she was balancing on the edge. Mori removed the handkerchief from her short hair, before running his fingers through the fine, silky strands. He loved her hair, even if she did prefer to keep it short. He never felt that it detracted from her femininity.
Haruhi’s hands moved to pull at the hem of his shirt. She never thought he could be, but Takashi was being a tease. He wouldn’t even kiss her properly and she found herself very irritated with that fact.
Mori more than appreciated Haruhi’s current enthusiasm but he wasn’t interested in pleasing himself at the moment so there was no need for him to lose all of his clothes. No need to rush. However, he didn’t want her to feel like he was being a complete miser so he let her go through with her current task. He pulled away from her for a moment to allow his shirt to come up and over his head.
Immediately after the fabric was removed from his body her hands explored the wide expanse of his chest, she reveled in the smooth feel of his tanned skin beneath her fingertips, the extra time he’d spent in the hot sun this summer made his skin a shade darker than usual. He was absolutely flawless in this state. His bronzed skin making him look like the statue of some beautiful God.
Haruhi tried once more to deepen their kiss and yet again she was thwarted, Mori would not allow it.
In retaliation she ran her sharp nails down the length of his back causing him to open his mouth as he gasped and grind his hips harshly into hers. When his mouth opened Haruhi took advantage of the opportunity, her tongue coerced his into play as they danced around each other. She sighed into their kiss pleased that she was finally successful in her endeavors.
Haruhi indulged in the spicy flavor of his mouth, Takashi always tasted so good, like cinnamon but something deeper that she never could compare to anything else because she’d never encountered it in any other form. She brought her hands up and wrapped her arms around his sturdy neck, she tilted her head to the side so she could deepen their union.
Mori began to massage her knees, feeling the soft supple skin of her legs beneath his heavily calloused palms. He smiled into their kiss as he moved those hands further up her legs, over her slender thighs, pushing up the fabric of her skirt as he went along. Haruhi had begun to wear more skirts and dresses as the weather became warmer this year, he couldn’t have been more delighted with this new development. He adored when she wore feminine articles, every so often she would wear lacy panties or a lacy bra, she knew that made his blood boil and his cock harden instantly.
Haruhi moaned into their kiss as his hands roamed across her heated skin, she was somewhat displeased with how defenseless a skirt seemed to be against the hands of a man, but considering whose hands they were she didn’t mind too awfully much.
He pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, lifting her legs, he wrapped them around his slim waist pleased that the act brought her soft mound to press against his hard member. He rolled his hips into hers slowly, her legs tightened around him, aching to increase the pressure.
Mori snaked his hands beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, running them over the smooth plain of her stomach, he dipped his thumb into her bellybutton and she laughed against his mouth when he did that.
Haruhi pulled away from him, effectively breaking their kiss, she moved to nibble lightly on his earlobe, she traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue, taking pleasure in the quiet groans from her lover. She placed hot open mouth kisses along the length of his neck, she could feel his pulse beating heavily beneath her lips.
In these heated moments Mori always found himself in awe of her. For a woman who had been a part of a rather unusual upbringing, when it came to pleasures of the flesh she was very well versed. Mori couldn’t understand how someone so small could have such a powerful effect on him, how she could command everything of him and he was all too willing to provide. Haruhi made his mind feel hazy, she skewed senses of his perception that in any other situation he would have no trouble controlling but this woman... this small woman... she could shatter his control.
His hands moved further up the length of her torso, his calloused palms brushed against her sensitive skin until he reached her breasts, they were uncovered, she’d not worn a bra today. He bit his lip at the discovery, he hadn’t even noticed before, this was out of character for Haruhi but he found it enticing all the same.
His fingertips ghosted over the already stiff peaks of her breasts, just the barest touch and she moaned loudly at the contact. Though her chest was small, she was incredibly sensitive here, he always made sure he provided the correct amount of attention to her beautiful mounds.
Mori pulled the white cotton t-shirt up and she complied with his silent request as she lifted her arms so he could remove the barrier completely. As soon as she was bare his mouth was on her, he kissed down the pale column of her neck, traveling lower, he traced her delicate collarbone with his tongue. He gently massaged her breasts in his hands as he continued his assault on her body, her breathing was just now starting to become labored and puffy.
Haruhi couldn’t help the sounds she was making, especially when he would pinch her, the pressure on her sensitive nubs was so delicious. She ran her hands through his soft hair and as she did so she tried to coax him to go lower, to take one of those pink peaks into his hot mouth. She wanted him to, desperately so.
Mori was aware of what Haruhi needed from him so he allowed her to guide him to where she wanted, he allowed his breath to fan across her heaving chest, he kissed the breast closest to him but didn’t take her into the moist cavern of his mouth. He heard her whine in protest and he allowed himself a small satisfied smile, one that he kept hidden from her view. He loved hearing her struggle to hold back her desire.
She arched as she felt his lips close around the hardened peak of her left breast as he simultaneously pinched the right, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She felt his perfect teeth graze against her and she shrieked when he bit down lightly on her.
“Takashi... please...” she begged but for what exactly she wasn’t sure.
He felt himself harden further at the sound of her, she was begging him. He removed his right hand from her breast and moved it underneath her skirt, he cupped her entire sex in his hand, the heat of it made him groan as he continued to suck on her.
She bucked her hips into his palm, her body was on fire, she wanted him, all of him and soon. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She couldn’t endure his teasing much longer, it was torture, sweet, blissful torture.
Haruhi was pressing against him harshly, with more force than was usual for her and he realized that this wasn’t enough, that his little love wanted more... he would oblige.
Mori removed his hand from beneath her skirt, instead he lifted it with both and his eyes settled on her cotton panties, a wry smile settled on his face.
They were simple white cotton panties, nothing unusual there except for the small strawberries printed all over them. He looked up to her face, wondering if she’d planned this. The blush and blatant look of chagrin clearly conveyed that she never intended this, it had just been some ironic twist of fate.
He wondered how she could make even the simplest of garments look so sexy, somehow this was almost more enticing than the overtly feminine pieces she sometimes wore for him. They were innocent, coy almost. It reminded him of just how adorable she really was, they matched her perfectly but he could also see the other side of her. The part of her that was pure woman as he could clearly see the traces of her ardor soaking through the thin fabric.
Haruhi was embarrassed by her choice of undergarments this afternoon but she truly hadn’t planned on her and Takashi having a romantic interlude... in her kitchen of all places. The print on her panties was so childish, really he couldn’t possibly like these sorts of things.
He grasped her waist and pulled her so that she was leaning back on her hands on the counter top, the bottom half of her body perched precariously at the very edge. Mori pressed against her mound with his hand for a moment more before he hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slid them off of her hips.
Though the two of them had done this many times before Haruhi always felt uncomfortable when he would first uncover her sex, worried every time that he wouldn’t find her attractive. Yet every time he did she would look in his eyes and see the spark of naked lust that settled there and she would remember that he wanted this, just as badly, if not more than she did. That not only did he find her beautiful but also desirable. Sexy.

Upon seeing her most intimate parts revealed to him it took every ounce of self control he had not to strip himself of his pants and bury his stiff member deep in her wet passage, deep into her heat that had become so familiar. He could see the shimmer of her need gathered on her folds, her desire achingly apparent. His mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her again, her flavor was delicate but sweet and although the closest thing he could compare it to was strawberries, he knew it was uniquely Haruhi. It appealed to him intensely, some days he would find himself distracted, his body craving some unknown delicacy only to realize later that what he wanted was Haruhi.
He wasted no time, not interested in begrudging himself the pleasure of indulging in her. Mori lowered himself to his knees, even with her balanced on the counter, he was plenty tall enough to reach what he wanted, in fact, this put him in the perfect position to satisfy the both of them.
He pressed his lips against her, he heard her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth. He allowed his warm breath to flutter across her swollen flesh before he pressed his hot tongue to the top of her slit, seeking out the elusive jewel that he knew he needed to manipulate to send her over the edge and he knew that it would not take long.

I hope you liked it! I'm currently editing the next chapter so hopefully I will have it up sometime over the weekend. Please review, reviews make me happy!
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