A Love Confession
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Category:
+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
11,665
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Ouran High Host Club, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
It's here, next chapter! I don't own Ouran, I make no money from this, etc. etc. Hope you enjoy it!
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Haruhi gasped quietly. Did he just kiss her hand? That doesn’t happen in real life, not to people like Haruhi. It was much too charming for her when she wasn’t expecting it, and she pulled her hand back, blushing scarlet. But the way it felt to have his soft lips on her hand had the poor girl quite flustered. What would those lips feel like somewhere else…? She shivered at the thought.
Mori looked up at her, puzzled. She had jerked away so suddenly, and was now shivering slightly. Had he offended her? Then he realized that that was probably the first time she’d ever been kissed by someone who wasn’t her father, or that accident at the school dance. He was mortified with himself. “Haruhi, I…” he stammered.
Realizing that he was still holding his school bag, Haruhi took it out of his hands and put it on the futon. He looked even more confused after she did that, but she took a deep breath and smiled broadly up at him. “It’s ok, Mori. It’s just… I wasn’t expecting that.” Haruhi turned around and started heading to her room, calling to him behind her shoulder, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Mori didn’t look up until after the door had closed, but he was relieved anyway. He decided he’d have to watch himself. This was Haruhi’s first date (could he call it a date even?), and he himself hadn’t been on many either. Remembering their dinner plans, Mori took off his jacket and set it by his bag. “I wonder where the bathroom was? I guess I forgot already…” he mumbled to himself.
Taking a chance, since there were only three doors in the short hallway, Mori picked one and pushed it open.
He’d chosen wrong.
Haruhi was bent over, pulling up her skirt, facing away from Mori as he stood in the doorway. She slowly turned around, a look of confused anger on her face; Mori himself had turned beet red, and just started to murmur some apologies as he closed the door. He couldn’t deny that he’d been extremely turned on by Haruhi’s petite round bottom pointing up at him, covered only by some white panties, and it didn’t help that the slow movement of Haruhi pulling that skirt up her smooth ivory legs was enticing to him in a way he hadn’t realized he could be enticed. He leaned his forehead on the closed door, breathing deeply as he tried to regain his composure. His tightening pants also indicated to him he might need to spend some extra time in the bathroom, which he now remembered was the next one down the hall.
In the meantime, on the other side of the bedroom door, Haruhi was trying to figure out why Mori had just done that, and figured he’d forgotten where the bathroom was. She was still surprised, however, that he’d left so quickly. Didn’t he like seeing her? Isn’t that what guys wanted, was to see their loves naked? Of course, he hadn’t meant to do it, and being Mori, she surmised he was just as weird about that as about the kiss on her hand had been strange for her.
At that moment, she decided that seeing each other like that was something they’d have to get used to if they were indeed in love with each other; being ever so practical, she crossed the room and opened the door.
Mori, who hadn’t quite moved yet, fell but picked himself up immediately as he encountered the source of his bewilderment. There stood his beautiful little Haruhi, dressed in a pale yellow tank top with a little pink skirt to go with it. ‘She looks so delicious,’ he thought to himself. ‘GAH! why did I say delicious?...’ The formerly stoic gentleman thought frantically how he could hide the burgeoning erection in his pants, mere inches from its creator.
Haruhi, on the other hand, was pleasantly delighted to see that he was at attention – he’d just been waiting for her to get dressed outside her room (A/N: forgive the pun -_-). When he glanced down at his pants, however, she followed his gaze and was startled to see that there seemed to be something alive in there. Glancing nervously up at his still-red face, Haruhi instinctively reached for said extrusion. When Mori moaned and grabbed her shoulder, she retracted her hand and looked up at him, waiting. ‘Waiting for what?’ she asked herself, shaking her head slightly.
“Ha – Haruhi… Please,” he moaned huskily to her. “Please what, Mori? Wh – what do I do?...” was her quiet reply. He took his free hand and touched her chin, turning her head up towards his.
“Do you love me, Haruhi?” He said the words, knowing she’d say yes, unsure of how much he could ask of her. What he wanted, it was so much from her…
“Yes, Mori… I guess so,” she said, her eyes never leaving his face, looking for his reaction. What she got was a grin, followed by a passionate kiss on her lips. When his tongue begged for entrance, she granted it; it was like velvet, and Haruhi melted under his mouth.
Mori pulled away, leaving both breathless. “Haru-chan… Will you… Will you touch me there? Like you just did?” he whispered, hoping against hope that she’d comply. For a moment, she looked down, and he thought she’d refuse him.
Haruhi had a different idea than saying no, however, as she contemplated the best way to go about this. It was obvious that he was ready for some playtime, but she wasn’t sure what to do. ‘It’s not like I’ve done this before,’ she sighed inwardly. Finally making her decision, she took his hand and pulled him into the room behind her. The door slammed shut as he flew inside.
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WOW, I finished another chapter finally! I'm currently working on the next one, and it should be up really soon. Like, later today. So if it's not, you have the right to attack me with a gelatinous mass and...
I have no idea where I was going with that.
Please review!
Oh yeah, the real lemon starts next chapter 0_o
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Haruhi gasped quietly. Did he just kiss her hand? That doesn’t happen in real life, not to people like Haruhi. It was much too charming for her when she wasn’t expecting it, and she pulled her hand back, blushing scarlet. But the way it felt to have his soft lips on her hand had the poor girl quite flustered. What would those lips feel like somewhere else…? She shivered at the thought.
Mori looked up at her, puzzled. She had jerked away so suddenly, and was now shivering slightly. Had he offended her? Then he realized that that was probably the first time she’d ever been kissed by someone who wasn’t her father, or that accident at the school dance. He was mortified with himself. “Haruhi, I…” he stammered.
Realizing that he was still holding his school bag, Haruhi took it out of his hands and put it on the futon. He looked even more confused after she did that, but she took a deep breath and smiled broadly up at him. “It’s ok, Mori. It’s just… I wasn’t expecting that.” Haruhi turned around and started heading to her room, calling to him behind her shoulder, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Mori didn’t look up until after the door had closed, but he was relieved anyway. He decided he’d have to watch himself. This was Haruhi’s first date (could he call it a date even?), and he himself hadn’t been on many either. Remembering their dinner plans, Mori took off his jacket and set it by his bag. “I wonder where the bathroom was? I guess I forgot already…” he mumbled to himself.
Taking a chance, since there were only three doors in the short hallway, Mori picked one and pushed it open.
He’d chosen wrong.
Haruhi was bent over, pulling up her skirt, facing away from Mori as he stood in the doorway. She slowly turned around, a look of confused anger on her face; Mori himself had turned beet red, and just started to murmur some apologies as he closed the door. He couldn’t deny that he’d been extremely turned on by Haruhi’s petite round bottom pointing up at him, covered only by some white panties, and it didn’t help that the slow movement of Haruhi pulling that skirt up her smooth ivory legs was enticing to him in a way he hadn’t realized he could be enticed. He leaned his forehead on the closed door, breathing deeply as he tried to regain his composure. His tightening pants also indicated to him he might need to spend some extra time in the bathroom, which he now remembered was the next one down the hall.
In the meantime, on the other side of the bedroom door, Haruhi was trying to figure out why Mori had just done that, and figured he’d forgotten where the bathroom was. She was still surprised, however, that he’d left so quickly. Didn’t he like seeing her? Isn’t that what guys wanted, was to see their loves naked? Of course, he hadn’t meant to do it, and being Mori, she surmised he was just as weird about that as about the kiss on her hand had been strange for her.
At that moment, she decided that seeing each other like that was something they’d have to get used to if they were indeed in love with each other; being ever so practical, she crossed the room and opened the door.
Mori, who hadn’t quite moved yet, fell but picked himself up immediately as he encountered the source of his bewilderment. There stood his beautiful little Haruhi, dressed in a pale yellow tank top with a little pink skirt to go with it. ‘She looks so delicious,’ he thought to himself. ‘GAH! why did I say delicious?...’ The formerly stoic gentleman thought frantically how he could hide the burgeoning erection in his pants, mere inches from its creator.
Haruhi, on the other hand, was pleasantly delighted to see that he was at attention – he’d just been waiting for her to get dressed outside her room (A/N: forgive the pun -_-). When he glanced down at his pants, however, she followed his gaze and was startled to see that there seemed to be something alive in there. Glancing nervously up at his still-red face, Haruhi instinctively reached for said extrusion. When Mori moaned and grabbed her shoulder, she retracted her hand and looked up at him, waiting. ‘Waiting for what?’ she asked herself, shaking her head slightly.
“Ha – Haruhi… Please,” he moaned huskily to her. “Please what, Mori? Wh – what do I do?...” was her quiet reply. He took his free hand and touched her chin, turning her head up towards his.
“Do you love me, Haruhi?” He said the words, knowing she’d say yes, unsure of how much he could ask of her. What he wanted, it was so much from her…
“Yes, Mori… I guess so,” she said, her eyes never leaving his face, looking for his reaction. What she got was a grin, followed by a passionate kiss on her lips. When his tongue begged for entrance, she granted it; it was like velvet, and Haruhi melted under his mouth.
Mori pulled away, leaving both breathless. “Haru-chan… Will you… Will you touch me there? Like you just did?” he whispered, hoping against hope that she’d comply. For a moment, she looked down, and he thought she’d refuse him.
Haruhi had a different idea than saying no, however, as she contemplated the best way to go about this. It was obvious that he was ready for some playtime, but she wasn’t sure what to do. ‘It’s not like I’ve done this before,’ she sighed inwardly. Finally making her decision, she took his hand and pulled him into the room behind her. The door slammed shut as he flew inside.
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WOW, I finished another chapter finally! I'm currently working on the next one, and it should be up really soon. Like, later today. So if it's not, you have the right to attack me with a gelatinous mass and...
I have no idea where I was going with that.
Please review!
Oh yeah, the real lemon starts next chapter 0_o