The adventures of Haruhi

Tamaki leaned against the door, taking in the tense set of her frame and sighed. “I have waited for a rather long time Haruhi” he said in a dry voice, “Despite whatever opinion you might have taken to, I have done this before and all parties walked away vastly satisfied. Though the number of those I have taken is not as high as you have convinced yourself”

She blushed, turning to meet his eyes with a glare of amber fire, “That isn’t it” she snapped, hating the fact that she was trembling. This was Tamaki, lovely, bright Tamaki. However there was something much darker about him now.


'on my way up north
up on the ventura
i pulled back the hood
and i was talking to you'

He arched a golden brow, “Then what? Are you suddenly so shy and frightened? I doubt that is the reason. I will not force you.”

She sighed, shook her head. “I guess I'm just not the kind who normally does these things, Tamaki. How do I know you aren’t some shameless pervert for real?”

Well, he was, but not as bad as some.

He gave a short nod, moving to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, “And the kisses?” he asked, “Didn't they fire your blood with the same heat as mine? Our goal here is ultimate pleasure, that means you are supposed to enjoy it too princess.”

He moved around her in a heated swirl of silken golden hair and velvet skin, fingertips touching lightly and she nodded, “You’re right.” she whispered, “But Tamaki Sempai, save all that flowery stuff for your host girls?”.

'and i knew then it would be
a life long thing
but i didn't know that we
we could break a silver lining'


She yelped softly when she was shoved against the door, her back pressing against the ornately carved wood as Tamaki attached his mouth to hers. Her hands flew to his chest but he merely caught them drawing them outward and up to pin them above her head with one long fingered hand. “I take it all the men you have been with have in one way or another been dominant” he whispered to her, his lips barely brushing hers, “They demand their women to submit, to surrender. Will you do that Haruhi?”

Haruhi forced her lips to move and form coherent speech, “I.. I’m not.” she whispered.

He chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to the soft corner of her mouth, “You are right now” he told her, “Every woman is a princess, no a queen in her lover’s arms! Her pleasure and excitement all that should drive him. I would be this for you. If only you let me. Will you Haruhi?” His tongue flicked against the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned out her answer even as his lips claimed hers again, “Yes.”

His tongue gently demanded entrance, a sneaky slide of wet intoxication and she opened for him, giving him access to her mouth. He tasted every inch of her, tongue running over smooth teeth before swirling around her tongue. As they battled for that small dominance, his muscle pushed hers into submission. She sighed against his lips, tasting that flowery tea he liked so much.

'and i'm so sad
like a good book
i can't put this day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you'


He released her hands, smirking against her mouth when she kept them there for a moment before sliding them down to tangle in the light curtain of his hair. They broke apart panting, her eyes glittering and glazed with new found passion.

Tamaki kissed along her jaw, finding the sensitive spot behind her ear and bit softly. She arched into him, whimpering the softest incantation of his name. He felt his body grow impossibly hard at the sound of it.

His Haruhi, his little wallflower, with the unfading blossom. The shining beacon of his often lonely world.

The clueless, bossy, stubborn to her very soul, brown haired woman had tripped and cursed her way into his heart, shedding light on dark corners. Making him feel, making him want. Want that flowery emotion that he doled out to so many in infantile games to be real.

He pressed nipping kisses along her throat, making her squirm and mewl against him. His hands slid down the front of her shirt, finding the hem and slowly pushing it upwards as his palms mapped her flesh. When he palmed both small breasts, she groaned.

"Ah my radiant gem" he mumbled against her flesh.

His thumbs toyed with the small pebbles, already hard. He tugged the shirt over her head, and pressed his chest to hers before she could cover up. She shivered from the feeling of hard, hot muscle against her, hard cool wood behind. Her nails finding his shoulders and scraping lightly up the nape of his neck.

He purred against her, the rumble of his chest on hers making her flush hotly. His lips found her shoulder, nipping the delicate flesh there, and sucking hard. He drew back when he saw the small red spot, smirking.

'things you said that day
up on the 101
the girl had come undone'


His long fingered hand trailed delicious patterns across her stomach, causing the flesh to jump in reaction. His hand slipped lower to find the button her pants, deftly thumbing it open. She tensed when his fingers brushed the short cropped nest of curls and he breathed into her ear, “Relax Haruhi-chan.”

His teeth caught her earlobe, tugging lightly and she clung to him. His hand slid ever lower, feeling the slickness building on her flesh. He groaned, and pulled from her, yanking her pants down in one smooth movement and she stepped free of them, bared to his eyes. To his hands. At his mercy. And she shivered from the desire racing through her.

'i tried to downplay it
with a bet about us'


He shucked his pants, tossing them into the corner and caught her to him again. Walking her backwards now, until her knees hit the edge of the host room sofa.

Haruhi toppled backwards, Tamaki coming down over her, controlling the rate of descent and cushioning his weight on his arms. She had no time to prepare, as his talented mouth latched onto her breast. Nipping, teasing, his artful tongue dancing in tightening circles ever close to the peak, but never touching. She whimpered her longing to him, even as his hand crept up to tease the neglected twin. When at last his hot mouth closed over her peak, suckling it hard against the roof of his mouth, worrying it lightly with his teeth, she cried out.

Her head pressed back against the red velvet, her hands tangled in his hair as she held his marauding mouth to her bosom. Her breath was short and choppy, her legs moving restlessly against his. Her need growing from the warm spark of desire to the full raging fire of lust.

“You are so beautiful.” And for once in her life she felt that way. That all his prattle about the state of lovely things might in fact be true. But thoughts fled from her in the wake of an aroused Tamaki.

'you said that-
you'd take it
as long as i could
i could not erase it'


His hand slid between them to find the heart of her once more. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pressed two fingers to the wet opening. He watched her reaction, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth, full and rosy from his kisses fell open on a silent cry.

His thumb slid upward, catching the pearl hidden there. Her hips arched into his touch and she tried to bury her face in the crook of his neck as he began to pump them inside of her body.


“This is the reason for the difference between us” he growled softly to her, that voice still gentle and musical to her ears, “The difference between men and women. Like a noble sword with it's sheathe. We help to make you break at these moments and protect you in that storm.”

He stroked deeper and she lifted one slim, shapely leg to catch at his hips, rocking against him, her arms wrapped around him, nails scoring his back. He didn’t mind, not in the least. It was fitting they should mark each other this way.

'and i'm so sad
like a good book
i can't put this day back'


He slid lower over her body, pressing wet kisses across her chest and stomach. He traced the graceful fluting of her hips with his mouth. His touch was what she could only describe as reverent.


He was or would be heir to a great fortune, she was the heir of a poor cross dresser. It could never be, could never work.

But now, right now, that didn’t matter.

'a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you'


She knew that years from now she would look back on this and recall every moment of his rough and tender love. Even his corny whispers that somehow seemed touching.

She jolted when her musing was interrupted by the intrusion of his tongue on that most fevered part of her body. She drew her knees up, her hands finding purchase in his wealth of hair.

'and i ride along side
and i rode along side
you then
and i rode along side
till you lost me there
in the open road'

The silken mass teased her inner thighs, even as his mouth revealed her deepest secrets. He lapped at her gently, making sweeping passes over her opening, his fingers braced against her thighs to keep from being crushed. He hummed lightly against her, feeling her buck.

'and i rode along side
till the honey spread
itself so thin
for me to break your bread
for me to take your word
i had to steal it'

“Oh…. Oh god”

“That's right Haruhi. Let go, come for me.”

Haruhi shook under his touch, her head thrashing against the bright couch as she tried to hold on to reality. His mouth was magical, colors shimmered just beyond her vision. And she felt the spring draw tighter in her lower belly, her womb contracting hungrily.


“Mmm….mine….for tonight…mine. My treasure!”

'and i'm so sad
like a good book
i can't put this day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you'


Haruhi shattered in his arms, her flesh fairly glowed in the dimmed light of the chandeliers like some gilded goddess, her short hair scattered across red pillows, her body open before him.

His tongue currently flicking the pearl of her passion. Her nails dug into his scalp a moment later, her body bowing beneath his touch.

“Ahhh! Tamaki! I can‘t take it anymore! I‘m c…”

'i could pick back up
whenever i feel'


'way up north i took my day
all in all was a pretty nice
day and i put the hood'


She felt the hard length of his brush her stomach and reached between them to stroke and caress with a gentle yet firm grip.

Tamaki broke the kiss to drop his head into the crook of her neck as she touched him. His hips moving forward in time with her. “I can't wait” he rasped to her.

'right back where
you could taste heaven
perfectly
feel out the summer breeze'


She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. Gems of deep violet stared back at her, through long lashes. Slowly, he gripped her hip in one hand, and braced the other beside her head. He held her eyes as he slowly penetrated her. Sliding into the tight, wet confines of her body inch by inch.

He was well endowed, not that she was surprised.

Withdrawing nearly to the tip only to slide back in. The slow friction was driving her mad. Haruhi locked her legs around his slim hips and growled into his ear, “I am not made of glass Tamaki, I want you now. No more games…”

'didn't know when we'd be back
and i, i don't
didn't think
we'd end up like
like this'


He pulled out, then slammed back in even as she arched under him. His pace was hard, though still slow. Making her abdomen burn, her sex pulse and pull at his length. He groaned and buried his face against her neck, dragging his tongue over the large vein there.

“So hot Haruhi”

The bed groaned in protest from his harsh strokes, his hand finding it’s way between them once again to pluck and tease her.

He was close, so close. Her body was like a hot fist around him, urging him toward release. He splayed his palm against her lower belly and as he thrust in, he pressed down gently, bringing that hidden bundle of nerves into contact with his shaft.

She threw her head back and stifled her scream of pleasure by biting into his shoulder. Her blunt teeth holding the flesh tightly. The pleasure/pain swept through Tamaki and he struck the spot again and again until he felt her flutter around his length and then clamp tight.

“Look at me Haruhi. Look at me now” he commanded harshly.

She forced her eyes open, seeing the swirl of golden hair and turbulent eyes and then she was lost in the chasm of them.

She cried his name out, barely managing to muffle it. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the force of her second orgasm ripped through her, then she felt the hot pulse of him within and knew he had found his own bliss.

A strangled version of her name fell from his lips and his lids closed.

'and i was ridin' by
ridin' along side
for a while till you lost me
and i was ridin' by
ridin' along till you lost me
till you lost
me in
the rear
view
you lost me
i said'


They lay silent for long minutes, the only sound was the staccato of heartbeats, the hitch of lost breath returning to starving lungs. Haruhi stroked his hair gently, “Tamaki?” she asked softly, when he didn’t move off of her, “Are you ok?”

He lifted his head and rolled them to the side, curling around her, “Stay” he said, “The whole night. With me. In my home.”

She nodded and let him snuggled against her.

"Are you my heroine then?" he breathed.

She nodded and Tamaki, in that moment became the prince he'd played at for so long. "Lets go to your house Tamaki"

'and i'm so sad
like a good book
i can't put this
day back
a sorta fairytale
with you
a sorta fairytale
with you'