What Remains of Hunny.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club
Haruhi and Tetsuya sat together plotting their next moves. Both were determined to get their significant others attention.

“Tetsuya what are we going to do?” Haruhi asked sipping her tea. It had been two weeks since the kidnapping and all the violence.

“I don’t know.” Tetsuya replied shifting to find a more comfortable position on his donut cushion.

“Do you need another pillow?” Haruhi asked solicitously knowing his injury still pained him slightly.

“No, if I keep using pillows and such I know Kasanoda won’t even think about touching me.” Tetsuya sighed glaring into his teacup. “Where is Coco by the way?”

“Chika and Satoshi took her to the park.” Haruhi replied smiling at the disappointed look on Tetsuya’s face. “I have a question though, why do you of all people call him Kasanoda? Don’t you think you should call him Ritsu?”

“It is my pet name for him actually.” Tetsuya coughed lightly coloring as he thought about what Kasanoda called him. “What do you call Mori?”

“Mori.” Haruhi replied simply and put her head down on the table. “Tetsuya I think we are the most boring and uncreative spouses ever. We don’t even have the actual relationship title yet.”
Tetsuya looked taken aback by her outburst but managed to rally. “I know let’s do something special for them. Let’s …” Tetsuya ran out of steam, nothing special came to mind.

Haruhi was stumped as well. She contemplated calling her father but that would be a last resort. Glancing at the wall she noticed the wall calendar and sat up straight. “What if we did a wall calendar or had our photos professionally done?” Haruhi thought aloud.

“We can ask the twins for recommendations.” Tetsuya cheered bouncing slightly in his seat, in his excitement and paling slightly as he was reminded why he sat on a donut. “Or I should say we could try.”

Haruhi grimaced lightly as she imagined what would happen the minute they told the twins about this idea.

Three hours later Tetsuya and Haruhi were being fussed over to the point of exhaustion. Not a singular picture had been snapped and yet the both of them were being sprayed tan, coiffed and bronzed to within an inch of their lives.

“Not that dress Hikaru the one with the ruffled bottom.” Kaoru called from his portable hospital bed as he directed his brother’s actions. Kaoru had to gain special permission to be let out of the hospital for a couple of hours. The twins had a vision of the shoot before Haruhi had even finished her explanation. Once again Kaoru and Hikaru were using the same jungle theme with the same photographer who had done Mori’s famous shoots.

Finally like a pack of lotus the stylists and dresser moved away from Tetsuya and Haruhi. The once noisy atmosphere was dead silent. Haruhi and Tetsuya stood before them nervously.

“Could we get a mirror?” Tetsuya asked sharply becoming unnerved by the stares. Hikaru snapped his fingers and one appeared. Haruhi and Tetsuya gasped.

The twins had convinced the two to let their theme be the jungle book with the British Raj as clothing inspiration. Haruhi’s short hair had been neatly styled into a boy cut; her face had only a little mascara and flesh toned lip-gloss. The airbrushing had given her skin a soft glow that was brought out by her outfit. The twins had dressed her in a white linen period-inspired dress. The sleeves of the dress puffed out to her elbow before and becoming tight through her forearms to her wrists. The bodice was form fitting with a high neckline, ruffle around the collar and an antique gold circular locket hung from her neck. The dress followed the lines of her hourglass figure and gracefully fell in an A-line to the floor with a ruffled hem.

Tetsuya wore a tan Boer War inspired uniform. With the dark brown boots and waist pouch. His hat was a fedora cocked hat that the twins had tied up on both sides and rested jauntily on his blonde hair, which had been situated into a low tail. The airbrushing had given the already handsome Tetsuya a bronzed god appeal. His figure in the uniform sent most of the women in the room into spasms of joy. He carried the sword by his side as if he had been made to defend someone.

“Are you both ready?” The photographer asked calmly. “We will do some with both of you and some individuals.” The photographer continue professionally as he distracted himself from the two beauties in front of him by fiddling with his equipment.
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Haruhi arrived home exhausted but thrilled with how the pictures had come out. The photographer said the ones she had picked would be put together in a photo book and delivered in a week. Tetsuya had agreed to pick up the book on his way back from a business trip. His excitement over the pictures barely contained.
Haruhi walked in as Mori walked out of Coco’s room. Smiling at Mori she walked into the kitchen to put down her stuff. She felt Mori follow her into the kitchen and smiled. The twins had refused to let her leave without giving her a dress to wear and throwing the old one in the trash. The white dress fell just above her knees. It had eyelet trim and simple short sleeves with an emerald green sash cinched around her waist.
“How was your day?” Haruhi asked not really expecting an answer.
“Bad.” Mori replied leaning on the door jab. Haruhi turned and blinked at him.
“Hopefully nothing serious…was it work or…” Haruhi stopped as she noticed his eyes darkening.

Mori walked to her slowly and perched her on the kitchen counter. “Takashi?” Haruhi asked voicing her question with one word before pulling him to her. Mori picked Haruhi up as their tongues mated. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers in his hair. Mori walked them to his bedroom and kicked the door open.

The room was done in deep shades of gray, gold and reds. The bed that occupied the center of the room was on a raised platform with a gray comforter and red sheets. Mori gently laid Haruhi down breaking apart briefly to toss her dress with built in bra over her head and remove his clothes. As he came back to her, he cupped her possessively. Haruhi moan into his mouth as she felt her body tremble with his ministrations.

Mori licked a path down her neck as he slid his fingers deep into her warm welcoming heat. Haruhi ran her hands down his back as she arched towards him. “Mori… Takashi please.” Haruhi begged as her first orgasm hit her. Mori smiled darkly at her as he knelt and removed her underwear. Haruhi closed her eyes and waited for Mori to fuck her but nothing happened.

Haruhi leaned up slightly to witness Mori studying her vagina with a look of pure happiness. Haruhi became embarrassed and tried to close her legs and cover herself.

“No.” Mori said sternly his eyes flashing a warning as Haruhi blushed scarlet and laid back waiting. Every nerve attuned to whatever was going to happen next.

Mori smiled at Haruhi’s surrender and rewarded her with a soul kiss. Haruhi screamed, “What, where?” Soon Haruhi was shaking again as Mori took pity on her and entered her with a firm thrust that sent Haruhi crashing into another orgasm.

Mori groaned as her tight wet heat engulfed him. Mori rolled his hips experimentally. “Takashi please dear God.” Haruhi whimpered eyes closed, breath coming in pants.

“Look at me Haruhi.” Mori demanded and stopped moving to get her attention. Haruhi opened her eyes, which had taken on a glazed appearance. “You’re mine.” Haruhi nodded. “Say it Haruhi.”
“I’m yours.” Haruhi responded breathlessly as Mori began to pound her. She repeated it like a mantra as she felt the pressure building inside her again.

“Whose?” Mori asked again a smile playing across his lips as he tossed one of her legs over his shoulder. Haruhi felt the tell tale tightening in her spine at his words.

“I belong to you Takashi!” Haruhi screamed as her final orgasm sent her into a dead faint and Mori roared, emptying himself into her warm sheath.

“Damn straight.” Mori grunted, pulling back the sheets and placing Haruhi in the bed. Quickly he tossed on his boxers and did a quick circuit of the house making sure everything was secure. Hopping back into bed Mori switched off the lights, Haruhi rolled into his arms and they slept.

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Tamaki had finally done it. He had found the perfect outfit for his goddaughter’s first birthday party. Tamaki had been planning Coco’s first birthday party since having received the honor of being one of her godparents. Now all he had to do was import enough cakes and send out the invitations.

Tamaki hummed happily, as he let himself into Mori’s home, completely uncaring of the early hour. Tamaki heard a strangled scream coming from a room down the hall. Not thinking about what could be happening he ran to the room dropping his bags along the way. Tamaki flung open the door to find Haruhi naked on top of Mori.

Time seemed to stand still as Tamaki took in the scene before him, mumbled an apology and closed the door again. Tamaki walked a little down the hallway and did a happy victory dance before letting himself out again.

“Kyoya our daughter’s growing up!” Tamaki cooed happily jumping into his car and yakking on his cell phone on the planning he would have to complete for the wedding to be a success. "Oh no! Now I have to find Haruhi a wedding dress! Last time I went away Coco was kidnapped this time who knows!" Tamaki became distressed but quickly rallied. "Well Kyoya you are just going to have to convince Mori to hire a bodyguard for Haruhi and Coco, while I am gone." Problem solved Tamaki went back to his wedding musings.

Kyoya listened with half an ear to his idiot friend rambling and sighed deeply. He was mildly depressed at the thought of Haruhi marrying but it was expected. Kyoya rolled over in bed and considered his life while Tamaki continued on about the advantages and disadvantages to a traditional Japanese wedding versus a Western wedding
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In the aftermath of Tamaki’s surprise entrance Haruhi looked down at Mori askance and raised an eyebrow. “He watered my plants when I went away.” Mori stated simply.

“Well that ruined the mood.” Haruhi commented with a straight face.

“I will have the locks changed.” Mori told her put out with the unfortunate timing.

“Now why would you want to do that?” Haruhi asked and began to rock slowly and enjoying her morning exercise. Mori completely forgot the flow of the conversation as he fell into an abyss of sensation and wondered if Haruhi would mind getting married within the month.

Afterwards she left Mori and went to start breakfast. When Mori entered the kitchen, he gave her a quick peck on the back of the neck. Haruhi sighed as she heard him talking to Coco in placating tone as he placed her in her playpen. She let her thoughts wander to different topics. She fantasized about going back to school and becoming a lawyer. The fantasy took up so much of her thoughts that she was only paying Mori little attention when he spoke.

“When do you want to get married?” Mori asked sitting in a chair, waiting pleasantly for breakfast.

“I don’t.” Haruhi replied her attention elsewhere as she sat a plate down in front of him. Her eyes widened when Mori crashed to the floor and sat looking up at her. Emotions flew across his face as he stared up at her. Finally he stood quickly grabbed his lunch and marched out the door. Haruhi stood in the kitchen her mind slowly going over the conversation before realizing what had happened.

Coco began to scream from her playpen and Haruhi looked down at her sighing as she picked her up. “Coco I hope you have your father’s awareness because mine isn’t what it ought to be.” Haruhi told her daughter looking into her irritated eyes Haruhi could see awareness already formed right before Coco ruined the moment by passing gas.
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“Explain to me one more time what happened?” Tetsuya asked for what had to be the twentieth time since he had come over. Oddly enough, Tetsuya had brought Satoshi with him.

“I just zoned out and missed what he was saying. When I caught it the time had past and he ran out the door.” Haruhi mumbled looking dejectedly into her drink.

“Don’t worry it will work out.” Satoshi told her bouncing Coco on his knee while they talked. “I mean you and Mori were meant for each other.” Coco let out something close to an indignant sound and Satoshi clarified. “Obviously Hunny got you first but in the end you were meant for my brother.”

Tetsuya nodded at the wisdom of the young man he was starting to think of as a close friend. “He has a point.”

“By the way, Satoshi why aren’t you at school and why are you with Tetsuya?” Haruhi asked glancing between the two. She knew they adored their other halves even if they would not readily admit it in public.

“We have decided that we are tired of being the hunted in our relationships.” Tetsuya said broadly. “So in light of recent circumstances we will let you in on our plan on one condition.”

“What is the condition first?” Haruhi asked suspiciously, having learned from Kyoya that negotiating was unavoidable.

“Coco can’t come and you have to let us dress you.” Tetsuya replied without hesitation.

“Is that all?” Haruhi demanded.

“Haruhi we aren’t Kyoya!” Satoshi scolded.

“True…I’m in, Ranka can watch Coco.” Haruhi said nodding.

“Alright here’s what we are going to do.” Tetsuya leaning in conspiringly and began to explain the plan, while a bemused Satoshi focused on Coco.

Was that romantic enough? Oh well, folks things get a little more interesting in the next chapter.