Together

Bubbles afloat as Haruhi washed the dishes in peace; currently no one was home to say the least. Her mind wandered to one of the men that lived in the home he was known the low blood pressure king or as Ootori Kyouya. Her eyes fazed a little bit, trying to hurry up the dishes so she could shower with out being disrupted, savoring the alone time that was so rare. The subtle clink and then the whoosh of cold water woke her form the haze as she ran a few cups, then plates with silver ware under the aqua stream from a iron tap. Unfortunately for her she was left with this beast of sleeping in till 12 for two weeks while Tamaki was in France attending family business, the twins running a fashion show in Italy, and of course Mori with Honey started up training secret forces of the Ootori clan and the military. So the two parties of rich and poor were left to fend for themselves and for each other. Her body flushed against the cold tile of the counter tops, remembering that the dark haired man shared her first sexual encounter then after wards the rest of the members of the former host club had a taste of her romance. Truthfully she enjoyed the administrations the new owner of the family business gave to her. But some times he came in at random whether it was when she was studying or listening to her music alone. Kyouya was needy and aggressive compared to the others, hitting her when least expected. The last thing she wanted was him walking in on her when she showered with no one else the house. Out of the members he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he danced their tune but he had other plans than the others. He was interested in marrying Haruhi for it was his own wish and his fathers. But she denied him easily, not that she wasn’t interested in his proposal scheme what so ever. Yet she had her own goals to attend to which was the becoming of a lawyer like her mother was. So it meant a lot of studies in international to internal laws, political science such as economics (Micro and Macro) and government. What she wanted was hard to get to but she was willing to give up the time and put in effort to obtain that job. Unlike the others they were born in to inheriting the parents business but she wasn’t so she struggled to get where she was, and that took a lot of pride on her part. Something those rich bastards would never understand fully. Soon her thoughts rambled again with feet shuffling over the bare flooring.

‘ Mou…..I hope he comes home late and tired so he won’t get aroused because every time I cook or when I study he has the nerve to start courting me. I like the attentions but his timing is ugh.‘

Soon she hit the bathroom, wrenching it open and stepping in to a tiled surface. Everything was fashionable and of course neat with fluffy towels that ranged in size to expensive hair washes and body scrub. She on the other hand preferred to buy her things at the ‘commoner’ super market saving money she needed to survive. Kyouya had to agree with her methods even though he partook in buying high-end shampoo and conditioner. The stream of warming water burst from a rainfall showerhead, a pleasant sound against aged porcelain. Haruhi sat in the bathroom for a while with a book perched between outstretched fingers as the hiss of water caused steam to rise momentarily making her snap it close and place it on the counter. There was that law student sitting in nothing but a terry towel of fluffed peaches and a simple gold anklet on the right side. She stepped in and rinsed her hair before lathering in lavender scented soap. The whole process of bathing took some time, lathering in two different washes in to her hair then one on to her body before rinsing. The fluffy towel that was once folded neatly on the toilet seat was grabbed up. Scrubbing away the water molecules clinging to sweet flesh and heavy hair. It took time and effort as she bent over to wrap her shoulder length hair up in to a turban of terry cloth. Now it was a race from the bathroom and up the stairs to her bedroom that she thankfully did not share with any of the men in this home. When nude Haruhi felt vulnerable for any sort of attack, or odd attention. So she either hurried to change or dry when they were home. Today though was more slow and leisurely, nudity being a rare treat for her to do she lapped it up. Her clumsy little radio was cranked up on to her favorite station that played hits off charts that usually showed up on the television as well.

Tunes showered her ears as the heavy towel was removed from her head, falling in to her hands. Eventually the towel was folded and placed on the corner of the gargantuan bed. Leaving semi damp hair to fall on to her slender neck. Of course she couldn’t hear the door down stairs click open then closed and if she did clothing would be wrapped around her petite form. Music busted her ears, encasing her in to a world that real noises didn’t bring through. Though this Kyouya learned easily to take advantage of her after her showers when the radio clicked on but she knew better than to dance nude at that residence and clothing was adorned before he could ‘check’ on her. This time though, he knew she thought the house was completely emptied, he had came home two hours earlier than he told her. A pink flash of tongue over his lips as the brief case and tie were loosed form him and sat next to the counter along with shoes and socks. The temptation was too great for him to pass it up, thus the reason for him getting off of work early to either catch her out of a shower or preparing dinner with out Tamaki hovering over her. Creeping up the stairs was not easy for the tall man, especially with that monotone creak that could alert a deaf person. Thankfully the music was loud, an odd trait Haruhi took up when she was alone, but that trait made her vulnerable to anything. Especially to his so-called ‘sneak’ attacks, taking much enjoyment from his intimate contact with the petite female. Now he lived up to the name of the shadow king, as he loomed over her easily after slipping through the slightly opened door. Dark eyes met amber, her surprised expression amused him so before their lips met. A crush of soft velvet, expensive mouth versus a peasant mouth, easily did the dance for one became a tango for two. Haruhi felt exposed, easily did the slick shadow king molt his clothing and pressed her to the large bed that Hunny sempai forced her to purchase. Not that she didn’t mind a little sexual intercourse here and there, but she didn’t need to be jumped like a wild animal that would run away from its suitor. In a stand point it wasn’t even one of the club members that took her purity away, it was simply Arai, he had the chance and of course it was seized easily. No longer could she forget her hormones but still held the naiveté that it didn’t matter if you were a man or woman. Now lips could be felt trailing her curves, as the other was simply frustrated at her lack of response. But then he learned to move to her groove, knowing she sometimes stopped to reminisce on past events or something bothering her mind.

Both began a serpentine motion, hips rolling together then chest, echoed with soft moans that turned frenzied over a few minutes. His face in the crook of her neck and her wrists pinned back to keep from scratching his flesh. Their breaths were hot and smoky against soft skin as the overlord of the house dirtied her again. Not that either party minded but other parties residing in the abode did care to some virtual extent that they wanted a piece of ass as well. Haruhi shared her body with them all; sometimes it was willingly other times it was by surprise such as now and she didn’t care very much knowing they all didn’t sleep around with other women instead they were faithful as if she were in the middle of a web of relationships. Soon the deed was finished, as she wiped away all its traces form her petite bosom with the fluffy towel only to hand it off to him whom done the same. Soon as Haruhi was turning around naked arms wrapped her being caging her in to his slender chest.

Just for tonight as they both fell to the sheets, she would take comfort from the wolf that wore sheep’s clothing.