Stronger | By : HaruhiFujioka Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 4300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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And then the quiet rustling of bedsheets as he began to stir. She felt his hands slide beneath her shirt once again and her heart broke. She was silent. Emotionless. Her mind was engulfed in a haze of a feeling she couldn’t describe. It was a strange, detached feeling. A feeling of knowing too much, of living enough for two lifetimes.
She didn’t cry. She knew she should want to. Maybe she even did want to. But she couldn’t. Crying would mean she had let her feelings register and she couldn’t do that. Not if she wanted to function. She had school, the host club, the household chores, and her father to take care of. Crying her eyes out wouldn’t help one bit. And Haruhi was nothing if not practical.
She had to be strong. Even though she thought she might break any minute into a thousand pieces, she had to be strong. That’s what Haruhi told herself as she lay staring at the ceiling trying not to think about anything. Pleading with her mind to keep those emotions locked up tight for another day. She could do this. It was just her body. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Really.
“If I can use my body to help someone I love, why wouldn’t I do it?” She found herself thinking defensively to no one.
“Who are you arguing with, Haruhi? Don’t lose it on me I need you. Everybody needs you. They’re all counting on you.”
“Hai, Hai, So desu ka.” Haruhi said wearily at this unsympathetic voice in her head and closed her eyes, willing her mind to go blank.
He was placing soft kisses on her chest and her stomach. It felt nice. His body was warm on top of her. Laying naked on top of her bed on a November night had been starting to get a little chilly. Things could be worse.
He was stroking her thighs now. She focused on her breathing. The sound of it. Soft, rhythmic. She barely noticed him slide her panties off and down her legs. He grasped her hips and pulled them forward slightly. She kept her eyes closed. She felt him position himself at her entrance. Her eyes fluttered. He inhaled sharply as he sank into her. He took some short quick breaths as he lay still for moment. Haruhi was remembering a summer vacation to the beach. She couldn’t have been more than 5.
She gasped as he began to move inside her. He was moaning softly as he went. Her eyes fluttered shut again. The beach was so nice. Warm and perfect and she didn’t have a care in the world. It was heaven. For a fleeting moment, she was there again. Watching the sun sparkle on the water.
Her breaths came a little faster now. That warm feeling was starting in her abdomen and spreading to her extremities. She no longer felt the chill in the air. He was always gentle, never rough or demanding. He’d never hurt her. She felt her muscles start to tighten. She gripped the bedsheet with her fingers. A soft moan escaped her.
"What, can’t I enjoy anything?" She yelled suddenly to her disapproving mind.
"Don’t I deserve a little happiness for all my sacrifice? Even if it is just an imitation."
Her body began to tremble. Her mind was full of racing thoughts, none of them coherent. The world was spiraling out of control and she had no choice but to go with it. Falling ever deeper into a black hole wondering if she would ever wake back in her own world. The pressure inside her was building. The world was broken, but in this one small moment, she felt happy. She was wimpering, sounding almost painful.
“Haruhi ” He moaned. “I love you so much, Haruhi.”
He sounded like he would cry. Who cares what he did as long as he didn’t stop.
Haruhi felt the heat burning between her legs as he hit her deep inside again and again. The world was closing in on her. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip. She felt him hit once, twice, and the third time that was it. He slammed into her one final time, sending her over the edge. Her back arched up and she cried out as the pleasure coursed through her body. She fell back onto the bed and lay panting, exhausted. He was the same, collapsed on top of her, still inside her. Haruhi lay dazed, feeling wonderful, and awful, sinking ever deeper into madness.
"I love you, too, Otosan." She whispered before sleep swept her away to a blessed unconscious.
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