Some Kind of Falling

"So this is your house, it's nice." Hikaru said as he was shown inside.

A dull faced Haruhi replied, "Oh stop it sempai, I know it's nothing like your mansion."

His grin turned to an apologetic look. "Yeah, I'm sorry, but it is interesting to see how you live."

"What am I, some kind of animal at the zoo?" Haruhi said, making tiny fists.

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, it's nice to see how you live. To see what kind of decorations you have and what you find interesting. It's like reading a book on your life." Hikaru honestly replied.

A smile broke across Haruhi's face, "Well I'm glad you find me interesting. Now, how about I fix us some tea."

Haruhi started the long process of making tea, while Hikaru looked around. It was simple, to say the least. Even for a commoner’s house, it was very plain. But it fit Haruhi's personality, not to over dress or where any make up. She didn't need to where any make up, but most girls just felt like it was part of being a girl. And her room follow suit, what seemed like decorations turned out to serve a purpose, a poster was also a calendar, the small statue on her dresser was also a clock. Everything seemed plain and industrious, but so did Haruhi. When they had first met, Hikaru, as well as the rest of the club thought that Haruhi was a man. Gender stereotypes didn't seem to matter to Haruhi, but as she entered with their tea, Hikaru realized that he was wrong.

Apparently tea involved hot water, and apparently Haruhi had gotten too hot to keep her sun dress on. While Hikaru was distracted Haruhi had somehow found time to change in to a sheer white camisole and matching white pair of shorts. The outfit seemed to match everything else in the room, simple and functional.

"Um, Haruhi?" A stunned Hikaru started to ask.

"Oh, Sempai, I think the tea might help you relax." Her coy voice cut him off.

"If you wanted me to relax then why are you wearing that?" Hikaru demanded.

"Oh, this. Do you like it sempai?" Her voice dripped with seduction.

Hikaru's face turned bright red and he turned away fast, hands covering his lap. "I don't know. I can't..."

Placing a comforting hand On Hikaru's back Haruhi softly asked, "What's wrong sempai? Not long ago you couldn't keep your hands off me, and now, even like this, you won't even look at me."

"I'm nervous, okay." Hikaru said as he curled up in a ball.

"I'm nervous too, but I like you. And even though this is uncomfortable, I feel safe because I'm with you. So just try not to be nervous." Her arms wrapped around Hikaru's torso, hugging him gently.

Turing to face her, Hikaru asked in a shaky voice."So, it's okay for me to touch you?"

Haruhi reached out, grabbed one of Hikaru's hands and placed it on her chest, "Yes sempai, it’s okay."

His hand trembled at the feel of her soft flesh. "But what if I go too far again?"

"Sempai, relax. I love you. And unless you plan on violating me with a cactus, I'm ready to go all the way with you." Haruhi's voice was a mix of nervous determination.

"Cactus? What do you mean?" A stone faced Hikaru asked.

Shaking her head in disbelief, "I was just trying to lighten the mood. Now just kiss me already."

"But what if I..." Hikaru's sentence was cut short by a kiss.

Haruhi pushed him back against the wall, "How about this, if you stop and ask me anything else, I'm going to leave. Now stop thinking about it and just do it."

Not wanting to delay any further, Hikaru nodded and kissed Haruhi like when he first said I love you to her. The way her lips quivered under his excited him. It was too much for him to take in all at once so he took a step back to see Haruhi standing there, barely covered and breathing slowly from their embrace.

"You're beautiful." Hikaru said breathlessly

"I know, now shut up and kiss me." Haruhi said with a smirk.

Feeling the little spark of mischief growing back inside of him, Hikaru grinned, licked his lips and grasped Haruhi by the shoulders. Haruhi's eyes grew wide, but she kept her mouth closed, interested in where he was going with this. In a swift motion Hikaru pushed her back against the wall, pinning her shoulders to it. She strained under his hands but he held her there. With an evil smile Hikaru licked his lips and leaned in close to Haruhi's lips, but stopped just inches out of her reach. Haruhi looked up at him desperate for his kiss, but he just held her there smiling at the passion that burned in her eyes, the passion she felt for him. He inched in closer, but before their lips met, Hikaru took in a deep breath, stealing Haruhi's breath away. Leaning down Hikaru kissed her neck, letting out hot damp air that sent warm chills down her spine. Still keeping her pinned to the wall, Hikaru moved lower, letting his breath bring goose bumps up to the edge of her skin. Kissing his way down her neck he reached her exposed collar bone. Spreading his lips around it he gave the sensitive skin a quick lick and Haruhi felt heavy almost sliding out of his grip. Nuzzling her neck with his cheek, he interlaced his fingers with hers and guided her arms down, still keeping her pinned to the wall with a kiss.

With one last kiss he let go of her hands and she slid down the wall to the floor. Kneeling down before her, Hikaru grabbed one of Haruhi's delicate feet. It was small and cute and the nails had a hint of polish on them. Hikaru smiled at the one girly feature that he alone was granted the pleasure of seeing. Without warning, Hikaru brought the foot to his mouth and licked the bottom of it, causing Haruhi to laugh and giggle uncontrollably.

"Ticklish much?" Hikaru said with a grin.

"You’re mean, sempai." Haruhi said after catching her breath.

"Do you want me to stop?" The devilish grin grew larger on Hikaru's face.

"Don't you dare." Haruhi said with a pout.

With that, Hikaru leaned back down and took one of Haruhi's toes in to his mouth. With a gentle pull of his lips, Hikaru sucked the toe softly, letting his tongue tickle the tip of it. Haruhi's whole body twitched and she came close to kicking Hikaru's face. Sensing danger, Hikaru let go of the sensitive digit.

As he moved up, Hikaru found the rest of Haruhi's body to be just as sensitive as her toes. His lips tickled her ankles, her shins, calves, every inch of her smooth skin. He found her knees were extra sensitive when his tongue snaked its way around to the back of the knee. Licking the crevice caused Haruhi to curl up in pleasure, her toes flexing in ecstasy. Knowing he had found the right spot, Hikaru lifted Haruhi's leg up; bring the spot right up to his lips. She both laughed and moaned as Hikaru slowly kissed and sucked at Haruhi's weak point. Kicking and bucking, Haruhi tried to roll away from Hikaru's assault, but he held firm. The gentle motions became violent as he lashed his tongue out and around, sending Haruhi to the point of tears. With a final kiss, Hikaru let Haruhi's leg drop slowly, twitching as it fell.

Through rapid breaths Haruhi franticly asked, "Why did you stop sempai?"

Ginning like a mad man, Hikaru replied, "I thought you said no questions."

Leaning in to kiss Hikaru's neck, Haruhi whispered, "Oh, well then, next time don't stop."

Trepidation long gone, Hikaru took no time in leading Haruhi over to her bed and laying her down. Like a cat, Hikaru climbed on top of her and pawed at her stomach. His lips came down to kiss her chest through the thin layer fabric of her camisole. Each one of Hikaru's actions were deliberate and amplified by the cool satin undergarment. As he licked her veiled skin her excitement poked up visibly though the shirt. Purring like a full grown lion, he dipped down and kissed the sensitive bud, feeling it between his lips. Pressing is mouth down gently, Hikaru massaged Haruhi's breasts with his lips, feeling her heart beating up at him wildly.

One of Hikaru's hands slid under the thin camisole and reached for the unoccupied mound. Matching the rhythm of his lips with his fingers, Hikaru let his body fall on to Haruhi's, feeling her legs shiver from the contact. Pulling at the cloth with his lips, Hikaru could taste Haruhi on his tongue. The flavor of her sweat filled his nose, the sound of her breathing filled his ears, and the essence of her body filled his mind. Hikaru grabbed a mouthful of Haruhi's shirt and tugged firmly, briefly exposing forbidden flesh. The cool night's air rushed across Haruhi's chest, causing her to gasp out in surprise. With a growl, Hikaru tugged even harder, the fabric straining against her skin. In a furious rush, Haruhi reached behind her and pulled the camisole off over her head, her breasts exposed to the world.

"My God, Haruhi. You're beautiful." Hikaru said, simply dazed at how the moonlight fell across her body.

Blushing brightly, Haruhi covered her chest, "Don't tease me, sempai. I know I'm not like those girls you flirt with at the club."

Her worlds baffled him, "Haruhi, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever had the good fortune of laying eyes on. Words cannot describe how beautiful you are. Right now I can't decide whether I want to come over there and kiss you, or to stand here for eternity and staring at the true form of perfection."

"Oh, Sempai. Just kiss me." Haruhi said as tears of joy ran down her naked form.

His heart filled with amazement, Hikaru nodded and pressed in to kiss Haruhi beyond what is normally considered a kiss. Their lips came together like magnets, pure electricity fusing them together. It was as if Hikaru was trying to tell Haruhi how beautiful she was with just his lips. Passionately, wildly, their lips spoke volumes of love, enough to fill a library to the brim with romantic words. Bringing his lips down to her stomach, Hikaru caught one of Haruhi's tears with his tongue, tracing the wet path back up to her neck. Haruhi arched her back, matching Hikaru's motion, pressing herself against his tongue. With a lick, Hikaru kissed Haruhi's neck, then brought his lips down to her naked chest. He ran his tongue across the soft mound, bringing his lips up to the tip. Like with her toe, he brought the sensitive tip between his lips, gently pulling in to his mouth. Haruhi moaned out loud, her back wiggled and writhed around in quick jerking movements, her hands grasping tight around Hikaru's shoulders.

Without letting his lips break contact, Hikaru removed his own shirt, letting it fall somewhere behind him. Bringing his lips lower, he tickled her stomach with his tongue, dipping it within her navel. Haruhi couldn't control her ticklish body, both laughing and losing her mind with pleasure and excitement. Pausing briefly, Hikaru stepped back and unbuttoned his pants, giving his hips a well practiced shake as he let them fall to the floor. His heart print boxers caught both the moonlight and Haruhi's eyes. Just as Haruhi finally stopped laughing after being tickled, she broke out again in a fit of giggles.

"Oh yeah, what kind of panties are you wearing under those shorts?" Hikaru said as his face went red and his mind wondered why he chose to wear that particular undergarment.

An evil smile broke across Haruhi's face. Seduction dripped off her body like rain as she crawled across the bed and whispered, "I'm not wearing any."

That uncharacteristic line caused Hikaru's boxers to jump up with excitement. "Dear God," Hikaru growled as he tackled Haruhi down, his mind lost to a primal instinct. First he pressed his face against her body; taking in the heavy sent that clung to her body. Her skin was beyond soft, pure, like touching warm silk or velvet. Every inch of her body seemed hot and red as her beating her sent blood running though her veins. Her chest raised and fell with every sweet breath of much needed air filled her lunges. He could feel her heart beating, beating for him, and never before did Hikaru feel so alive.

Haruhi's eager body seemed to beg for his touch, her arms and legs wrapping around Hikaru, pulling him close. With very little resistance, Hikaru placed his hands on Haruhi's knees and slowly eased them apart. It was very clear to Hikaru that Haruhi wasn't kidding when she said she wasn't wearing anything under her shorts. The sheer fabric seemed like glass as it provided little in the name of hiding the parts of her body that were supposed to be privet. If it wasn't for the painful throb in his boxers, Hikaru would have thought that Haruhi was the most excited one in the room, but as every heat beat sent too much blood to his already full erection, he knew he was just as desperate. His excitement grew as his lips inched closer to Haruhi's crotch. His whole body throbbed as his tongue hit wet fabric and his nose was filled with the musky sent of her excitement. Everything seeded to grow fuzzy as his mind felt heavy from lack of air and blood, but he had never felt so focused in his life. His lips reached out, bringing his mouth down on the most sensitive place on Haruhi's body. Even thought the wet cloth, he could feel every delicate contour of her womanhood. It was like nothing he had ever imagined and his mind filled with everything that was Haruhi. Lips ran wild and his tongue grew a mind of its own as he let his mouth press deeper in to her sex. Gently prodding and sucking, Hikaru reached up and locked his fingers with Haruhi's, feeling her every reaction to his oral assault. She would squeeze her fingers tight as he sucked, grow weak as he prodded and her hands would tremble as his tongue traced along the damp cloth. Her every move was controlled by his lips.

With the most sincere look in his eyes, Hikaru voicelessly asked permission to continue. A steady nod from Haruhi told him everything he needed to know and he moved in. Looping his fingers around the elastic of the waistband of her shorts, Hikaru slowly started pulling the last remaining bit of decency Haruhi had left. Goose bumps followed the fabric with not only the night air chilling her naked skin, but the pleasure induced shivers also made her skin crawl. Haruhi hid herself with her hands, but slowly let them fall to her sides. As she lay there, glistening in the moonlight, her body felt relaxed even in such a compromising position. Hikaru too felt no shame as he removed his last article of clothing and positioned himself above Haruhi. Time seemed to draw on longer than necessary as they both waited for the other to make the first move. Bodies throbbed and hearts beat recklessly as they gazed in to each other's eyes, feeling an unseen bond growing between them. Communicating without words, without any signals, somehow they both knew what the other was thinking. And with an innocent smile from Haruhi, Hikaru lowered himself in to the only one in the world he wanted to be with.

The first thing Hikaru noticed was the warmth. Like climbing it to a hot bath, the warmth enveloped him, blocking out all other feelings, as if going numb. But he was far from numb; every single feeling seemed amplified by the power of the moment. The warmth, the wetness, every single drop of blood that ran though Haruhi's body everything engulfed Hikaru's lower appendage, the sensations overwhelming him. Never before had he felt something like this. Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine that it would feel like this. And then, he began to move.

Slowly at first, his unsure motions grew rhythmic and faster. Haruhi reached her arms around Hikaru's neck and stared to breathe heavily in to his ear. Everything seemed to fall in to place, every action started to work together like a well oiled machine. As Haruhi would breathe out, Hikaru would breathe in. As his hips fell, hers would come up to meet his. Everything in unison, even their hearts beat as one. Deeper, faster, his motions filled her, caused her body to crave this moment. Fingers and nails dug in to Hikaru's back as Haruhi lost control of her baser instincts, her only thoughts were here and now, nothing else mattered. With world lost to them and the room spinning in a haze of passion Hikaru let his body guide him. Still inside of her, he rolled over, letting Haruhi climb on top of him.

"What should I do?" Haruhi asked.

"Hey now, no questions, remember. Just do whatever makes you feel good, and I'm sure I'll enjoy it too." Hikaru said in a helpful tone.

"Stupid sempai..." Haruhi said as her hips started to rise and fall against her will.

What Hikaru felt before was nothing compared to the sensations he was feeling now. With Haruhi in control, every action was unexpected and exciting. Her hips rocked up and down, side to side, and round and round. The friction between such sensitive skins was lessened by Haruhi's dripping excitement. In and out, his member slid, the walls of her body hugging tighter than he could ever believe. The world seemed to lose its color as Hikaru all but went blind from pleasure. Every time he left her body, the cool air chilled his glistening member sending chills throughout his body. Then, as if contrasted by the cold her body would heat him up again with each entry. Rolling around on the bed, they changed positions, from behind, from the front, on top, under, legs stretching in random directions, all the while, keeping himself buried within her. Back on top of her, gazing down longingly in to her eyes, Hikaru leaned down and kissed her lips. His hands came up and started massaging the soft mounds on her chest, letting his finger tips tickle her body as they traveled across it.

Taking a note out of Haruhi's book, Hikaru changed his motions. Thrusting side to side and in a circular pattern. As his motions became frantic, he could feel Haruhi's body tensing up, his own muscles growing tight. His breathing became shallow as his hips started to move slower, but going deeper, holding in after each thrust. The shear passion of the moment caused Haruhi's body to reach the peak of ecstasy and with a final moan cut short but the spasms ripping though her body, she screamed out the only name that meant anything to her in the whole world. The way she said his name caused Hikaru to lose what little self control he had left. The fact that he caused the calm, ever restrained girl to scream out his name in pleasure drove Hikaru over the edge. The way her voice cried out, filled his mind with the thought that he alone was the only one to know her as well as he did, to feel her as close as he felt her. His actions grew random and panicked, his muscles all contracted, and then, like a rocked bursting in the sky, he came. Every single part of his body seemed driven for this one moment, every part of him twitched and rocked, his hips pressing in to hers, sending his love deep inside of her with each pump of his body. The world turned upside down as his sense of direction was lost to ecstasy. Her eyes glared up at him, her soft innocent hazel eyes sending him over the edge again, his body convulsing stronger than before. It was as if he was born for this moment and now that he had filled his potential, he didn't want this moment to end. Like there was nothing after this moment, he felt his whole body and soul giving in to the passion. Growing weak, his muscles failed him and he fell on top of Haruhi, feeling her heart beating almost as fast as his. His twitching grew silent and after one final thrust, Hikaru let himself fall out of Haruhi in sticky mess.

They lay there, catching their breaths, until Haruhi rolled over and climbed on top of Hikaru. Looking up at her eyes, Hikaru felt even closer than he did moments ago. It was a closeness not defined by touch or by distance, but a closeness only known by them, their own little bond shared by them and no one else. With an earth shatteringly warm smile Haruhi leaned down and kissed Hikaru softly, whispering, "Are you still too afraid to tell me how you feel, Sempai?"

"Hey, I thought you said no questions. But yeah, Haruhi, I love you." Hikaru said as he fell in to her eyes.

End

Author’s notes
This story isn’t as polished as it should be, but I needed to get it finished, so I apologize for any and all typos and grammatical errors. And I know the last few paragraphs didn’t flow right, with a lot of repeated sentence patterns, but I did my best to fix what I could. Hopefully I’ll edit this by tomorrow.

And as always, thanks for reading and thanks to everyone who ever left me any form of feedback. It’s really the fuel that keeps us writers writing, so, thank you.
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And, here’s a simple poem that ties in to this story sort of. I’m no good at poetry, but hey, it’s bonus material. It’s called Blending and I know it makes little sense.

Eyes flutter like heartbeat
skies clear to reveal My feelings
my soul lingers of longing
body bleeds in comfort
smile, your Lips
and I am complete.
dusk Of sorrow