Few Words

Walking back towards the music room felt like a slow trudge to her own funeral as Haruhi’s mind flooded with regret. She couldn’t believe how utterly out of character she had acted. Actually, how out of character they both had acted. Now she would be faced with the other members of their elite society. Would they know what had happened? Could she hide something like this from them? How would this affect the dynamics of their friendships?

Her head was slowly begin to ache by the time she made it to the door, and with a deep breath and no more thoughts, she swung open the entrance to the all familiar sunlight and dancing petals. When her eyes finally adjusted, she found nothing amiss. Karou was hovering over his brother muttering something about an eyelash. Tamaki was dipping a blushing young girl in a romantic sweep; Kyouya was sitting in his chair planning away beneath his reflective glasses, and Hunny was happily working his way through his second cake with Mori close at his side.

If she hadn’t known any better, Haruhi would have thought the whole thing had merely been a severely erotic daydream. Yet, as her eyes connected with the Wild Rose of the Host Club’s eyes, she absolutely could not deny the fire that still burnt there and caused a wanton shiver to race through her body.

“AH! Haruhi! You’ve returned; you really shouldn’t worry your father like that by running off aimlessly into the night!” Tamaki’s zealous words froze her rising heat as she rolled her eyes.

“It’s not even night time, yet, Tamaki-senpai,” she deadpanned, “and you are not my father.” As she expected he immediately turned into a pale, papery figure and floated off into a corner where he could cry within his dark bubble.

“That was awfully cold,”

“Even for you,”

“Haruhi.”

She never quite understood why the twins still insisted upon trying to confuse her about their identities. To her, it was as clear as day that it had been Karou who spoke first, followed by Hikaru, and then both had chimed in her name. Yet, they still spun around her and leaned on her shoulders as if this little gesture would secure her befuddlement. Haruhi knew, however, that Hikaru was developing a greater interest in females and had a tendency to “accidentally” brush his fingers across the small hairs on her neck. (Not that she minded the sensation.) Whereas, Karou still had an unnatural affection towards his twin and preferred that his own hand ended up carressing him instead of her.

Thankfully, she was quickly saved from any obligatory response by a screeching chair. All heads turned towards Kyouya as he cleared his throat, pushed up his glasses, and gave a pointed look to the Hitachan twins.

"If the two of you don't mind, Fujioka-san has a debt to repay and needs to be working right now," he spoke evenly which caused a couple girls to sigh and one to pass out completely. With a grumble the two untangled themselves from Haruhi, although she could have sworn she felt Hikaru press his groin to her back breifly and she was almost sure she heard him moan, but Karou was quick to whisk the other away before she could respond. Which she was actually greatful for, because at the rate her body was going today she might have just pulled down her pants and got on all fours for him right there.

The rest of the evening continued without flaw, and Haruhi was proud of herself for not cracking under the sexual tension that she and Mori had quickly created. It wasn't until they were all preparing to leave that he cornered her in her private changing area. Apparently, he had easily snuck away a few minutes before to await her, and now he stood before her in all his masculine beauty with that flame burning in his eyes again.

"I won't say that I regret what happened earlier, Haruhi. True, I think it may have been better to take it slow, but I also believe that we both needed fast." His rough, low voice sent more delicious shivers through her body as she began to ache again. Her body was reminding her of what had not been completed earlier. So, when Mori pulled her into his body and ran one of his hands down to cup her buttocks, she didn't resist. Instead she threw her arms around his head and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. When he finally broke apart their dueling tongues, they were both out of breath.

"We need to talk Haruhi, but not here, not now. Hunny already knows, but the others must not become aware of this until we are both certain as to what's going on." His rational words had no place in Haruhi's mind right now. All she wanted was to have this man moaning above her while her fingernails drove marks into his back and while he drove wildly into her. She could feel her nipples hardening just at the thought, as she began to squirm against him.

"Mori-senpai..." her voice had that low husk of a lover, and she watched as goosebumps formed on the back of his neck. Yet, with steady hands he pushed her back slightly and looked away from her predatory gaze.

"We can meet later tonight, but if we continue like this then I'm almost positive I will meet an untimely death." Those words got her attention.

"Then come to my place tonight, my father is out of town for a couple nights again, and I think I would really... enjoy your company," Haruhi couldn't believe the things she was saying. Had she just propositioned a man?

"All right, I'll come over for a little while, but just to talk," she knew he was trying his best to state this calmly.

"Mmhmm... just to... talk..."

End Chapter 4: Reality and Tension

A/N: All right, so I completely forgot to update, but enough of you kept reviewing and 'demanding' for me to continue that I did. The next chapter should be real fun! *grins*