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Really, the twins were cruel.
They teased her constantly with their stupid jokes and outfits, almost getting their way each time they approached her. Sometimes, Haruhi reminisced, they touched her in the most sensual of ways and snickered when Tamaki exploded, screaming that they "should not corrupt his flawless daughter!"
But Haruhi did not need protection; she was a strong willed individual. Still, that didn't explain the jolt that shot up her spine when Hikaru trailed a hand down her thighs and quickly pulled it away. Kaoru frequently messed around with her, but it was never as serious as it was with Hikaru.
Sometimes she wondered if Hikaru had some ulterior motives. Watching him from the corner of her eye now was a daily occurrence and whenever she was caught- which happened consistently- Haruhi would turn away and focus herself on Tamaki's antics with the girls of the host club.
Now, Haruhi was absolutely certain that he had an ulterior motive, because what other reason would he have for cornering her in the deserted music room?
They had all left at different times and again, Haruhi was certain she was alone, because Kaoru and Hikaru had been the first to leave.
She loved the quietness of the music room when everyone was gone; she was free to lightly toy with the piano and get in a few hours of studying before going home. Haruhi could prance around and finger the lovely flora that they had ordered without prying eyes. Not even Kyouya could find out about this, unless he hacked into the cameras...
So, imagine her surprise when a laugh came from the large door after she had just danced across the room with a fictional partner giddily like a little girl.
"Haruhi!" Hikaru had called to her teasingly, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. "I didn't know you were such a wonderful dancer."
She had ceased her movements the moment the laugh had come from the door- she was certain that she had closed it!- and was glaring at the mischievous twin with murder in her eyes. Haruhi watched as Hikaru walked towards her with catlike grace and she nearly stopped breathing when he took her hands in his and pulled her close- too close.
"May I cut in?" He murmured huskily into her ear and watched in amusement when her golden brown eyes widened. Hikaru saw her inhale and exhale shakily, which was quite out of character for his dear Haruhi.
"I-I..Hikaru, n-no.." She trailed off breathlessly, her cheeks bright red from getting caught and from being so close to him. Oddly, she never got this flustered around her customers, who tried much more daring things with her...
He ignored her stammering and began to move anyways, gently holding her in his arms. They swayed and well, danced across the barren room and Haruhi felt another shock of pleasure when Hikaru dipped her gracefully.
He inexplicably stopped and Haruhi was jerked into his comfortable chest.
They didn't move and the brown haired teenager found out that she quite liked his scent, which was like an explosion of cinnamon and butterscotch.
Slowly, but surely, Haruhi found the strength to look up, weakly smiling as she did so.
And little by little, the space between their lips became smaller and smaller...until they met in a jolting and staggering kiss.
They teased her constantly with their stupid jokes and outfits, almost getting their way each time they approached her. Sometimes, Haruhi reminisced, they touched her in the most sensual of ways and snickered when Tamaki exploded, screaming that they "should not corrupt his flawless daughter!"
But Haruhi did not need protection; she was a strong willed individual. Still, that didn't explain the jolt that shot up her spine when Hikaru trailed a hand down her thighs and quickly pulled it away. Kaoru frequently messed around with her, but it was never as serious as it was with Hikaru.
Sometimes she wondered if Hikaru had some ulterior motives. Watching him from the corner of her eye now was a daily occurrence and whenever she was caught- which happened consistently- Haruhi would turn away and focus herself on Tamaki's antics with the girls of the host club.
Now, Haruhi was absolutely certain that he had an ulterior motive, because what other reason would he have for cornering her in the deserted music room?
They had all left at different times and again, Haruhi was certain she was alone, because Kaoru and Hikaru had been the first to leave.
She loved the quietness of the music room when everyone was gone; she was free to lightly toy with the piano and get in a few hours of studying before going home. Haruhi could prance around and finger the lovely flora that they had ordered without prying eyes. Not even Kyouya could find out about this, unless he hacked into the cameras...
So, imagine her surprise when a laugh came from the large door after she had just danced across the room with a fictional partner giddily like a little girl.
"Haruhi!" Hikaru had called to her teasingly, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. "I didn't know you were such a wonderful dancer."
She had ceased her movements the moment the laugh had come from the door- she was certain that she had closed it!- and was glaring at the mischievous twin with murder in her eyes. Haruhi watched as Hikaru walked towards her with catlike grace and she nearly stopped breathing when he took her hands in his and pulled her close- too close.
"May I cut in?" He murmured huskily into her ear and watched in amusement when her golden brown eyes widened. Hikaru saw her inhale and exhale shakily, which was quite out of character for his dear Haruhi.
"I-I..Hikaru, n-no.." She trailed off breathlessly, her cheeks bright red from getting caught and from being so close to him. Oddly, she never got this flustered around her customers, who tried much more daring things with her...
He ignored her stammering and began to move anyways, gently holding her in his arms. They swayed and well, danced across the barren room and Haruhi felt another shock of pleasure when Hikaru dipped her gracefully.
He inexplicably stopped and Haruhi was jerked into his comfortable chest.
They didn't move and the brown haired teenager found out that she quite liked his scent, which was like an explosion of cinnamon and butterscotch.
Slowly, but surely, Haruhi found the strength to look up, weakly smiling as she did so.
And little by little, the space between their lips became smaller and smaller...until they met in a jolting and staggering kiss.