Haruhi Fujioka was lying comfortably in the arms of Takashi Morinozuka.

Any other day the Host Club members would be all over Haruhi, keeping her from Takashi at all costs.

But today, Takashi had taken Haruhi somewhere that no other host member (save for Mitsukuni) had ever been to. The pair currently rested in a forest hollow, surrounded by oak trees and long grass. Situated in the small clearing, Takashi had his back to a gnarled and old tree, while Haruhi rested against his chest. The two were dappled with sunlight, partially blocked by the twisting branches of the overhead trees.

They were sitting in silence, a welcome reprieve from the everyday chaos of the Host Club. Silence was never unwelcome or uncomfortable for these two, seeing as they both relished in the quiet they never had time to enjoy.

Both thought quietly to themselves, Haruhi snuggling herself as much as possible into the all-encompassing presence of Takashi. He didn't make any noise, or any complaint as she rearranged herself. He never did.

They relished in the tranquility of the nature around them until Haruhi spoke up, her voice barely a whisper.

"Takashi?"

He wrapped his arms around her tighter, his signal for 'I'm listening.'

"Why are you the wild type?" Haruhi closed her eyes, not really expecting an answer.

What she got was just the opposite.

No words came from Takashi's mouth, but she felt him nuzzling her neck in an affectionate manner.

"Takashi?" His arms tightened around her. His breath was hot on her ear.

Haruhi almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Takashi biting his way up the side of her neck. She bit her bottom lip and battled a fierce blush.

Takashi grabbed her shoulders and somewhat roughly turned her to face him, setting her across his lap. His lips only broke contact with Haruhi's skin within the time frame of turning her around, and when she was securely in his arms, legs on either side of his waist. As soon as she was somewhat settled he pulled her to his mouth, hardly giving her the time to open her mouth in surprise. When she had done so his tongue invaded the cavity, his own taste smothering her senses and leaving her immobile save for her feeble attempts to keep up with his advances. Elongated and calloused fingers squeezed her small waist and pulled her taut to his chest.

Haruhi could only whimper in disappointment as he pulled his face away, looking quite content with himself. Both were breathing with minor difficulty.

He said nothing, just looking into her eyes with a questioning glance.

Haruhi leaned her forehead against his, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Her face still kept its brilliant shade of cherry red. "Aa..."