Few Words

She couldn’t figure out what had possessed her to sit so close to him. Maybe deep within her subconscious mind she could feel his need to protect stretching out to her. While sitting here, though, with his leg occasionally brushing her thigh and sending deliciously confusing tingles up her spine, she was regretting her decision.

Honestly, she was baffled. After all this time of being doted on and fiercely embraced by Tamaki and all the times she had been teased and groped by the twins, never once had any of their actions even come close to eliciting the same pleasure she was receiving from such an accidental connection. She could feel her face grow warm when he reached over and gently touched her forehead.

“Are you feeling ill, Haruhi?” His deep monotone voice sent another shiver through her, and she had to force herself not to lean into his hand.

“No, I feel just fine,” she said then thought, Although, I would feel even better if you touched more than just my face. Haruhi gasped and turned away quickly, shrinking from his touch. Where in the world did that come from? I can’t seriously be thinking of Mori that way? Can I? Mori moved from his position beside her only to better place himself half-bent in front of her. He leaned into her reddening face, and scrutinized her quietly. Oh Kami-sama, if he keeps this up I’m going to cause a scene.

“You won’t tell me,” he stated simply. What would have been a question coming from anyone else was stated as simple fact from the stoic man. She knew she did not need to respond, and being one to only state what was needed herself, she kept silent. He arose slowly and turned his back to her, his eyes flashing briefly with something Haruhi could not identify in her present state of mind.

It was several awkward seconds later before he turned his head slightly to regard her again, and when his eyes connected with her own she felt the blood in her veins begin to move a little faster. The hint of a smile crept up the tall man’s face, and Haruhi couldn’t help but to blush again. This time, though, the action was not lost him.

“Come,” he stated blankly before making his way towards the exit to Music Room three. At first, Haruhi sat confused, but with a quick shake of her head and a promise to berate herself for such silly actions and thoughts later, she followed behind him. His strides were quick and long; so, she had to practically run to catch up.

“Where are we going, Mori-senpai?” She knew that her behavior had been odd, but she could never once recall Mori ever having left Hunny while at school. She was pretty sure he even went to bathroom with the tiny heartbreaker.

She watched him carefully for a few moments before she realized that he had no intentions of answering her just yet. From anyone else this would have been offensive but Mori was different. Instead, she just followed him obediently as he led her down a series of hallways and up a few flights of stairs before finally stopping. He stopped so suddenly, though, that Haruhi had no time to react and ended up bouncing off his broad back and abruptly landing on her rear.

“Ah, sorry, Mori-senpai. I wasn’t expecting you to stop in the stairwell,” she muttered slowly as she stood up and rubbed her aching hip slightly.

“Are you injured?” His eyes spoke of the worry that neither his words or his voice expressed.

“No, I’m fine,” she lied faintly.

“Then why are you rubbing your hip?” he countered.

“I bumped it when I fell, but it truly is all right. I might get a bruise, but I’ve done far clumsier things.” A brief image of a vase crashing to the ground came to mind, and she hung her head.

“What you call clumsiness, others may call fate,” he said breaking into her memory.

“Ah, so I was fated to allow this concrete to break my fall?” she retorted.

“Maybe,” he replied unplussed by her sarcasm. Haruhi’s bitter laugh died quickly, though, as he moved closer to her. Instinctively she moved away only to find herself pinned in the corner of the stairwell. Her eyes flashed quickly to take in her surroundings when the realization hit her.

“M-Mori-senpai? I-Isn’t this the stairwell everyone talks about?” her question came out confused and unsteady.

“Hn,” he replied easily as he stepped closer.

“This is where you wanted... to take me?” This time Haruhi spoke more steady but still a small bead of perspiration formed on her head.

“Hn,” he said again as he placed his hands on opposing walls to trap her more thoroughly.

“Which means that you want me in a more intimate way?” Being the blunt girl she was, Haruhi had no trouble asking the question, but her virgin femininity slipped through in the red stains that appeared on her cheeks. He leaned in closer as one of his hands came down to brush across her cheek tenderly.

“Hn,” he stated one more time growing even more dangerously to close Haruhi.

“I don’t know if I feel that way about you, Mori-senpai,” she protested.

“You do,” he said confidently. He brushed a faint kiss on the corner of her mouth causing her eyes to widen as her body responded in ways that were both wonderful and yet frightening at the same time. She looked dumbly at the man before her, her mind too garbled to focus on words any more. He watched her respond carefully and then smiled in a way that turned her knees into useless pieces of jello.

“You definitely do,” he whispered this against her lips as he shattered her frozen mind with her first real kiss. At first she just stood there with her eyes wide as Mori’s lips gently massaged her own, but slowly she gave into sensation as his tongue flickered to startle her into action.

She wondered briefly if first kisses were usually brief and chaste as she submissively wrapped her arms around him, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth to allow his moist tongue to tickle the roof of her mouth. Her own tongue began gently rubbing at the bottom of his as he moved to press his body into hers. She could feel what had been a slight lingering burning become a smoldering inferno as his hand traced her modest curves.

Gently he pulled his face back as they both began to pant, but it wasn’t enough for her. He had built this flame and she was going to make sure that he was the one to put it out.

End Chapter 1: Fevers and Stairwells.