AND THIS IS THE END. Reason why I'm putting this all up at once is, well, again, originally a oneshot. So...yeah. Enjoy~

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To her luck, her chance to talk to Kyouya was not the next day. Nor the next after that. Kyouya was doing business with his father. She tried calling his home phone, but the maids had said that he was not available. Part of her was relieved. She didn't have to face the problem right at that moment. She would somehow get over it. The kiss he gave was just another one of his lessons. Something for her to think about. However, when she laid down on her bed, all she thought about was the warmth of his lips and the way it made her body shiver. She couldn't get it out of her mind. Only then, as she looked up at her ceiling, did she vow to call him again and confront him with it.

It was only when she opened her front door that she lost all confidence. She was about to head out to the grocery store for their new weekly sale, and when she swung her door open, she didn't expect the man that had been bothering her thoughts for two weeks standing at her door. His hand was raised in a fist. She concluded that he was about to knock on her door.

"K-Kyouya…" Haruhi began, but couldn't finish. She was stuck. She didn't know where to begin.

"Good afternoon."

"What are you doing here?" She already regretted her question. It sounded stupid and rude. Kyouya furrowed his eyebrows. She tried to rephrase that, and started over.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you." That one just sounded embarrassing. She kept on talking, hoping that she wouldn't sound like a complete idiot. "I'm just surprised that you're here. Where is your driver?"

Kyouya reverted to his cool and collected nature, and straightened himself. "My driver is around. He has another business to attend, so I have some time in my hands. Second, my dad wanted me to invite you, in person, to a party this Thursday."

Haruhi's face dropped. "Seriously? I-I don't know. I mean, I'm grateful that your father thought of me, but…"

"He wasn't asking."

That threw Haruhi way off. "W-Wait a minute! Is he forcing me to go?"

"He already told his closest colleagues that you were going."

"Well, damn. Damn it. Guess I have no say, huh?"

"Not a word."

"But I don't have a dress."

"Taken care of. The same designer came over and made one for you. It was very convenient, considering she knows your measurements."

"I…I see."

Silence filled in the gap. The sounds of children playing, nor the sounds of the Cicadas did nothing to calm her nerves.

"May I come in?"

Her plans to go to the grocery store had left her mind. She moved to the side, making space for Kyouya to enter. She took off her shoes with ease, and walked into the kitchen to brew some tea. She walked into the living room with the tray of tea cups at hand. When she sat down, Kyouya looked up and thanked her. She suddenly felt uneasy around him. The way he just sat there with a knowing smile on his face was giving her the creeps, and she needed to find a way out. She then remembered her plans to go to the grocery store.

"Ah, I was about to head out for a bit. There's a sale going on, and I thought I'd pick some ingredients up for dinner. My dad is coming home early today, so I have to get a lot of stuff ready."

Kyouya was just staring at her. He noticed very quickly that she was uncomfortable around him; she was rambling. He smiled, and decided to go along with her uneasiness. He put his tea down, and spoke.

"Well, I don't want to get in the way of your plans. I'll just call my driver. Unless…I could stay for dinner. I'm sure Ranka wouldn't mind."

Haruhi paled. "Uh, no. I'm sure you have other plans. I don't want to take up your time."

"If I had other plans, my father would have sent you an invitation, not me."

Haruhi opened her mouth to speak, but immediately closed it. She sighed and looked away. She was losing fast. She then looked up at him, her eyes clearly filled with annoyance. Her voice strained to speak her mind.

"Want to go to the store with me?"

"Why sure, Haruhi." He walked towards the door, Haruhi right behind him. However, he immediately stopped, almost causing Haruhi to crash onto him.

"Oh, by the way, I've been meaning to ask you something that has been bothering me for a while." He turned around, a small smirk in place. Haruhi's heart jumped to her throat. "My maids have told me that you have been calling me every day, saying that it was something really important."

She paled.

"Is there something that I should know?"

Haruhi tried to find the words, but her mouth was so dry, that even her nervous gulp had no moisture. She looked around the room other than Kyouya.

"Uh…well, it was important at the time, but it was resolved. Nothing to worry about."

"Really? Then, what about yesterday? I seem to recall my maid saying something about another phone call."

"Ah…it was nothing. Really. It doesn't matter anymore."

She wanted to get away. She wanted to get out that door and speed walk her way to the store. She wanted to get away from those judging eyes that bore into her own fearful ones. Alas, Kyouya was blocking her way, and she didn't dare move. It was only when he took a step closer that her blood ran cold. His wicked smile was on his lips as he moved towards her. He raised his hands and cupped her cheeks.

"Do I make you uncomfortable, Haruhi?"

Haruhi stopped breathing, but she somehow managed a soft "yes" as her eyes fixated on his. He lowered his head, touching his forehead with her own.

"Good…"

He pressed his lips on hers. It wasn't as gentle as the first one. It was more demanding, more fierce, and Haruhi couldn't help but let him do it. She didn't know how she was supposed to react. She didn't respond at first, panicking as she tried to figure out how to even kiss back. She felt that she was doing it wrong. But, somehow her worries were all over as he slowed down, gently nibbling her lips. He then hovered on that spot, their ragged breathing was all that was heard between them. Before Haruhi knew it, she spoke the first thing that was on her mind.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you do that?"

Kyouya's eyebrows knitted together. "To be honest, I have no idea. I guess…it was just a spur of the moment."

And it was the truth. He didn't know what came over him. There was something about her that made him do the most craziest things. He invited her in his room. He slept in the same bed with her. He molested her on said bed. He kissed her without any feelings of remorse. And now, he kissed her out of unknown emotions.

"Was that other time a spur of the moment as well?"

Kyouya's eyebrows raised up. Haruhi suddenly looked away, embarrassed.

"Has it really been bothering you?"

"…Yeah."

Kyouya moved away from her, giving her space to properly think, and for her to properly breathe. She looked so fragile. Her face was flushed, but her eyes were filled with uncertainty. He sighed, knowing it was best to just tell her the truth.

"Well, if you really wanted to know, I was just trying to intimidate you. You were brushing off the other incident as it was nothing. I was expecting more of a reaction out of you. A slap in the face seemed more a normal response."

Haruhi looked exhausted, and a bit offended that he didn't think too much on the kiss since it had affected her in an extreme level. She sighed and walked away from the door. Her plans to go to the grocery store seemed insignificant, now. If anything, going to the park or something was probably best for her nerves. She needed to get away from him, but the fact that he was following her around the apartment was making her blood boil. It was only when she turned back around to face him that everything spilled out.

"I don't understand you. I just…don't understand you. Do you make it a habit to go and kiss women to prove a point? Really, I'd like to know. You know why? Because I feel pretty used right now. Merits or no merits, you don't kiss people just because you feel like it. Especially me! I'm confused, damn it! Confused! I've never experienced any of this before, and I really don't know how to respond to these sort of things!"

Kyouya looked away, sighing to himself. She was right. He shouldn't have toyed with her emotions. He shouldn't have done any of that. He should have been more verbal with her. He should have been more direct, instead of playing mind games that she was not familiar with.

"I was trying to convey a message to you, which clearly you didn't get. However, it seems that my actions had gotten a step harsher, and it seems fitting that I should apologize to you."

"You don't sound apologetic."

"I assure you, I am."

Haruhi looked at him and sighed. Maybe she would never, truly understand him. He was such an enigma. Just trying to figure him out was just too much for her too handle. She moved towards the door, ready to put on her shoes.

"Are you still coming to the store with me?"

"No."

Haruhi swiftly turned around, her eyes wide as she faced him. "No?"

"My driver is waiting outside."

"But- you said…he had an errand."

"It was just an excuse for me to talk to you."

Haruhi wanted to throw her shoes at him. Kyouya walked over to the door and easily slid his feet in his shoes. He gave her one last grin and opened the door.

"I'll pick you up on Thursday."

"T-Thursday?"

"My father's gathering, remember?"

It completely slipped her mind. She now dreaded it.

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"Fujioka, how nice to see you again."

"Hello…Mr. Ootori."

"I'm glad you could make it. Your dress is in the room right there. Go on ahead."

Haruhi was almost dragged by the maids that gently pushed at her lower back, leading her to the room. Haruhi looked around and found the dress nicely placed on a hanger. It was a beautiful sundress made of chiffon material. Since it was a hot, summer day, it was best for the party to be during the afternoon. Its color was an oddly amazing blend, with a dark pink color that striped only on the top and bottom of the dress. In between, were darker colors of blues, greens, and purples. With such an airy material, she knew that it was going to be an easy wear, and she wouldn't feel confined or breathless with its tight hold on her waist. She wasted no more time and went to change her clothes. As expected, it was easy to put on, unlike the dress that she had put on at the other party. She strapped on her platform shoes, fixed her shoulder-length hair, and left the room.

Kyouya was by the door, wearing only a blue, button-up shirt, a black waistcoat, and black slacks. He stood there, staring at her, not even saying a word. His expression didn't change, and Haruhi couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Haruhi frowned and spoke.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Exactly! Your blank stare makes me uncomfortable."

Kyouya grinned as he moved towards her. He placed his hand at the small of her back as he lead her to the party outside.

"Good."

Haruhi gave him an odd look, and was about to question his response, but her thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Ootori spoke up.

"Ah, good timing. Some of the guests have asked for you."

Haruhi obviously looked uncomfortable. She giggled sheepishly, her eyes shifting left and right, not knowing what to look at. She moved toward the glass door that led to the large garden. She was already met by one of the guests, and as always, she was the hit of the party. Everyone loved her, and she was easy to talk to. It was only a few hours into the party that Kyouya and Mr. Ootori started talking. They closed in on the long table filled with succulent and fancy appetizers. Their voices were low and secretive.

"So, how are things going with her?"

Kyouya sighed in annoyance. "Father…"

"I was just asking, because you two seem really close lately."

"I'm not going to marry her."

"Yet."

"No, no. I'm not. I'm telling you, stop setting me up with her. She's a good friend."

He didn't seem to listen as his eyebrows furrowed together. "Well, this isn't good. Haruhi's smile just disappeared, you might want to go and save her. My does she look angry."

Kyouya immediately froze. He saw the grin on his father's face, hinting that he had something up his sleeve. Kyouya faced him, trying so hard not to show any sort of fear in his voice.

"What…are you trying to do?"

Mr. Ootori just stared at the crowd outside. "Trying to get you two together. Seriously. You might want to head over there."

Kyouya immediately walked away, almost sprinting in Haruhi's destination. He ignored the guests' that tried to converse with him. His expression both confused and terrified them. He heard a little of Haruhi's conversation as he walked closer and closer to the two people in question.

"M-Married? What are you talking about?"

"What…you don't know? They said that you and Kyouya are engaged."

"En-Engaged? No…those must be rumors…"

"Really? I don't think it is, considering that this party is meant for you two."

Kyouya walked into their conversation, looking extremely mad and out of breath.

"Haruhi, I need to talk to you."

Haruhi turned around, a hint of anger in her eyes. He didn't care about what people thought at that moment, he needed to get Haruhi out of the party before they said anything stupid. He grabbed her upper arm, dragging her back into the mansion as everyone around them stared.

"Kyouya, what the hell is going on?"

"Just stay quiet for a minute."

"Stay quiet? No, I want you to tell me-"

Kyouya entered the mansion, passing his father with a death glare as he kept on dragging Haruhi to the living room. When they reached their destination, he let go of Haruhi, almost giving her a push as he turned back around to close the French doors. He locked it, and looked back at Haruhi.

"What is going on?"

"My father, that is what's going on."

"Well, can you elaborate?"

"He's trying to set me up with you. He's been trying to do that since the beginning."

"S-Since the-" Haruhi turned around to calm her nerves, but it was proven useless when she turned back around. "You KNEW about this? You went along with it?"

"For your information, I wanted him to stop all this."

"Well, obviously, he ignored it!"

"Haruhi…you and I are just victims in his crazy plot. If there is someone that you should be mad at, it's my father, not me. Besides, I knew that his antics weren't going to work. You and I don't even like each other. Well, in that way."

Something inside Haruhi broke. She didn't understand why, but Kyouya's words hurt. She looked away, letting it all sink in. She knew that Kyouya didn't like her that way. However, she couldn't figure out why it affected her so much. She looked up at him, her voice straining to stay calm.

"We…really should stop this."

He stared at her, curious as to why her facial expression changed from severely pissed to cold detachment. The room felt tense, and her stare bore holes into his gut. He looked away, nudging his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. He nodded, agreeing to her words. The rumors had spread like wildfire and needed to be stopped before the newspapers caught wind of it.

"We should…say something. Let's head over there. Come on."

He opened the door, and walked out, Haruhi close by. As they walked into the garden, there were stares all around. Each face was either confused or judgmental. Either way, it made Haruhi uncomfortable. They reached the podium where the quartet orchestra was performing, and grabbed one of the many microphones in that area.

"Everyone, if I could get your attention. I know that there are some confusions surrounding…well, Haruhi and I. All of you think that this party is for us. You think that we're engaged, but we're here to tell you that…we're not engaged. We're not gonna get married. None of that. So, for god's sake…stop gossiping. Now, if you excuse us, I'm going to take Haruhi home before any of you start bombarding her with questions."

Haruhi stared at Kyouya, but had no time to say anything as she was once again grabbed by the arm and maneuvered around the crowd. They caught sight of Mr. Ootori, who was one shade of red away from being a lobster. He was clearly embarrassed, and if they weren't in a hurry to leave, Kyouya would have been a victim of verbal abuse. However, she knew that Kyouya was going to get an earful when he headed back home.

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Haruhi's apartment was silent. Kyouya had stayed over for tea. He didn't want to head back home, and for good reason, too. It was understandable that he didn't want to head home to his father just yet. He believed it would be best if his father cooled down before anything happened. They both sat at the table, the silence unbearable. Haruhi immediately got up, noticing that their tea was all gone. She grabbed the tray and went into the kitchen.

"Haruhi."

She turned around, surprised. "Y-Yes?"

"I do hope you could forgive my father. He just wanted what was best for me."

Haruhi didn't look into his eyes, but nodded.

"Well, it's a good thing we're not together, huh?"

Kyouya frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, well…we don't have anything in common. Clearly, we're not a good match. I find it strange that your father thinks that we're meant to be together."

Kyouya stared. "Well…I guess that's true. If anything, I thought you would be together with Tamaki."

He heard her chuckle. "After a while, even I thought that he would have liked me, but…he was just infatuated with me, and I…just admired him." She turned back around, facing him. She cleared her throat and straightened herself. "But everything is alright now. Right?"

Kyouya got up and walked towards her. He placed a hand on the counter, taking a good look at her. She was avoiding eye contact, and would always stiffen when he was close by. She slowly moved away from him, trying so hard not to get any physical contact. When Haruhi finally met his gaze, she was met with a deep stare that made her want to run away. It was as if a wolf was staring her down.

"What is it?"

"You're moving away from me. Are you scared of me?"

"Uh…no, I'm not. I'm just…"

"Cautious?"

"Well, yeah. A bit. I don't know. I just get really nervous when I'm around you." Haruhi scratched her cheek, now more embarrassed than nervous. Why she was explaining everything to him was beyond her. "It's kind of hard to describe." Haruhi looked down at her feet, a light blush on her face. "But I've always wondered why it's always with you, and not with the other guys…" She mumbled her last words, but it could still be heard by Kyouya. He moved closer to her and reached out.

Haruhi stopped breathing. She felt a hand on her cheek, a strand of hair being pushed back from her face. She stared into his eyes, his dark pools captivating in the most terrifying way. She couldn't look away, even when his face was inching closer to hers. It was only when his lips brushed hers that she slowly closed her eyes. Her face felt like it was on fire. Her stomach clenched so hard, it was hard to breathe. Her heart was beating so fast, she thought that it was going to break out of her chest. Something felt different about that kiss. There was something about it that filled her with hope and want…and lust, and passion, and everything else. She wanted more. She wanted his closeness; the way his hand on her cheek felt, the way that his hand on her waist made her shiver, and the way his lips slid over hers in perfect harmony. Everything felt perfect. It was a strange sensation that she was not familiar with. Haruhi felt Kyouya retreat back, his face mirroring her thoughts.

"Kyouya…" It came out so suddenly from Haruhi's mouth, she didn't have time to register what she had just said. He obviously didn't hear her. He seemed as if he was in a different world. He kept on staring at her, his confused expression still glued to his face.

"Shit…" He mumbled under his breath. "Why is it always with you…?"

She couldn't talk. She couldn't manage to say word. With the way that he was looking at her, her mind was wiped clean from any thoughts. He leaned further in, closing the gap. There was something about it…about her lips. The way it moved with his, the way she responded with a soft sigh as they clashed more passionately. He couldn't get enough of it. He wanted more of her, and apparently, she wanted him as well. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair. That drove him to the brink of insanity. He licked and nibbled at her lips, coaxing it open. When he succeeded, he heard her moan. He relished that sound. He relished her. It was always her…it was only Haruhi that made him feel out of control. He wanted to be with her. If it was possible, he wouldn't mind kissing her every day, because it made the day much more brighter, much more worthwhile.

He held her close, caressing her back as he pressed her lower back against the counter. He shivered when he felt her fingers brush against the back of his neck. He moved his lips away from hers and kissed her jaw line, causing her to gasp. He gently nipped at her neck, moving upwards to her ear. She tightened her grip, sighing a soft moan as she tangled his hair in her fingers. He moved back to her face, licking her upper lip. She arched her back, raking her nails down his back. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep on holding her. Nothing could ever stop this moment…this feeling.

"Haruhiiii~~ I'm hooommee!"

Except for him.

They immediately broke apart, trying to look presentable before Ranka came in. Fixing their hair, straightening their clothes, everything as not to raise suspicion. Ranka peaked into the kitchen, where he found two ruffled, but nicely dressed people. His attention was directly on Haruhi, whose dress was the most cutest thing that was put on her.

"Haruhi~~! You look so cute! Stay right there, I want to take a pic-" He immediately stopped, noticing that the atmosphere was very tense. He noticed that they weren't looking at each other, shifting from left to right. There was a nice, pink blush on Haruhi's checks. Their ragged breathing was noticeable. Their hair a little messed up. Something was going on. He decided to talk to Haruhi about it later.

"Hey, Kyouya. You look very handsome, as always."

Kyouya chuckled, managing an uncomfortable "thank you" as he cleared his throat. He looked at his watch and finally spoke. His voice was ragged and husky.

"I should head back home. My dad should have calmed down by now."

He finally looked at Haruhi. He didn't give her a smirk, or a wicked smile. He just looked at her with extreme seriousness, and quickly nodded his head.

"Good Evening, Haruhi."

"Yes…I'll…talk to you next time…"

Kyouya walked away, nodding his head to Ranka, as well. When they heard the door close, Haruhi sighed. Ranka didn't waste any more time. He immediately went to Haruhi and questioned her.

"Did he do something indecent to you? Did he touch you? Did you smack him?"

"No…no…Dad…he didn't…"

He sighed in relief, grateful for her response. "Good…I mean, Kyouya seems like such a respectable man. I don't think he'll do anything to hurt you."

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"What did it feel like when you fell in love with Mom?"

"Uh…well, I can't really explain it. I just…felt happy all the time with her. Not to mention a bit nervous, but I was such a confident man. I think love feels different to other people, but-"

"I think I'm in love with Kyouya."

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Kyouya stormed into the mansion, walking so fast that his maids steered clear as quickly as they could. He went over to his father's study, where he found him pacing left and right. He clearly didn't calm down, but Kyouya didn't care. Mr. Ootori looked back, hearing the sound of quick-paced stomping. When he saw that it was Kyouya, his face turned back to its pure anger, and walked up to Kyouya.

"You! You're lucky that my hands aren't enclosed around your neck, because if-!"

"I love Haruhi."

"Well, I…! What?"

"I love her."

There was silence.

"Well…look who came around…"

"How about we make a deal?"

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It had been a week since the awkward evening with Kyouya. Since that time, Haruhi had been thinking nonstop about him. She would always daydream about their shared kiss, how passionate it was, and how fast she responded. It was almost embarrassing. She felt different when she was around him, was captivated by him, and just couldn't get enough of him. She sighed for the thirtieth time that day.

She heard a knock on the door, and she was immediately back into reality. She walked towards the door and looked through the peephole. Her blood went cold when she saw Mr. Ootori in front of her doorstep. She panicked; Mr. Ootori never stopped by her place before. He could start judging her lifestyle. She looked through the peephole once more, and with a shaky hand, opened the door.

"Miss Fujioka."

"Mr. Ootori…ah, what brings you here?"

"I'm not going to be here long. I just thought I'd apologize in person…for what I have done to both you and Kyouya."

"It's…okay. Everything is resolved now, so…"

"No, it's not. I feel very bad about it. I had spread rumors, and didn't really think it through. Now, I would like to invite you to another party next week. No worries, just close allies of mine. No gossip. Nothing. You have my word."

"Oh…okay, then. That's good to hear."

"Also, I wouldn't mind you staying overnight at the mansion. We'll have a guest bedroom set up for you."

"O-Okay…"

"You…are taking this pretty well."

"I'm sorry, I'm still in shock that you're at my apartment."

Mr. Ootori chuckled. "Well, no worries, I'm not going to make a habit out of it."

"Okay…"

"Well, Haruhi. I will be taking my leave. Good day."

"Bye…"

Haruhi slowly closed the door, still in a daze. That was one of the most awkward two minutes she had ever had. She slowly walked to her living room, still processing at what just happened.

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It was the fastest week she had ever felt. It all seemed like a complete blur. She would mostly daydream about Kyouya, and then she would be reminded of the guest bedroom that was offered to her, which would switch her thoughts to Kyouya's subconscious morning antics in his bed. She blushed in embarrassment. It never bothered her before, after so long, but now that she thought about it…what the hell was she thinking, inviting Kyouya to sleep next to her?

With a new, blue sundress slipped tight, she walked out of her apartment and went to the waiting limo out front. She breathed in, a bit nervous with what was in store for her. She thought all week, wondering who were the closest allies that Mr. Ootori was talking about. Maybe people from the company? She could have sworn that she already met them, but who knows? She DID walk out with Kyouya that last time.

Before she collected her thoughts, she was led out of the limo. She was greeted by one of the maids, who led her to the dining room. She was immediately greeted by Mr. Ootori, who was standing by the French doors. She looked passed him and noticed that there were only four people at the table. Kyouya, his sister, and his two brothers.

"Ah…I'm confused…"

"These are everyone that I trust the most. You don't have to worry about gossip with this family."

"You…planned this for me?"

Mr. Ootori smiled at her, his eyebrow slightly raised as he stifled a chuckle. "Me? No, no. This was Kyouya's idea. I made a deal with him to not meddle into things anymore."

Haruhi stared at him as she was lead to the dining table. She immediately made eye contact with Kyouya. She almost panicked. All she wanted to do was hide under a rock. The memory of her body all over Kyouya suddenly popped into her mind. She tried so hard not to stumble to her seat. When she sat down, all she could feel were his eyes on her. She made a mistake in looking across the table, where Kyouya was grinning at her as he grabbed his glass of water. She looked back down, a small tint of pink decorating her cheeks. She grabbed her glass of water and immediately took a sip from it. The cool of it soothed her throat from dryness.

The rest of dinner was perfectly fine. Haruhi managed to keep a smile up and held a conversation. She tried very hard not to make eye contact with Kyouya, as hard as that was. She was relieved when it was all over. The maid led her to the guest room, where she immediately breathed in a calming breath. She sat on the bed, putting a palm on her chest as she tried to calm her hammering beats. Was love that harsh to her heart? She almost jumped when she heard a knock at her door. She got up, slowly walking to the door as she straightened herself, trying to make her appearance more confident. Once she opened the door, all of her confidence died.

"Hey."

"Kyouya! Hey…is something wrong?"

"No, no, nothing's wrong. Just one question, if you don't mind."

Haruhi's heart thumped. "No, no…ask away."

"May I come in first?"

"Oh! Sorry…"

Kyouya took a step inside. Haruhi closed the door, but was taken aback when Kyouya's hand reached for the lock.

"Haruhi, did I do something wrong?"

She didn't look at him. She was terrified of him at that moment. She wasn't terrified that he might hurt her. It was that if she looked at him at that moment, her mind would go blank, and she wouldn't be able to speak. She was already having a hard time breathing, considering how close he was to her.

"W-Wrong? Of course not. Why do you ask?"

"You've been avoiding me like the plague."

"Ah…well…" Haruhi sighed, still not taking the chance to look up. With her nerves all wired, she panicked, and everything came out. "I was nervous, alright? That thing that happened a couple weeks ago is still in my mind, and I've done nothing but daydream about that, and just seeing you now is making me all wired, and I don't know how to handle these kinds of situations. I'm new at this and I'm all sorts of confused!"

Haruhi felt a hand lift her chin, forcing her to look up at him. With all of her rambling, she didn't notice how close he had gotten to her. Her heart was beating so fast, she was afraid that he was able to hear it. However, that didn't matter anymore once he leaned down to capture her lips. Her mind was wiped clean of any worry. All she thought about was that moment when he gently pushed her against the wall, when he lifted her up and allowed her legs to wrap around his waist, when he laid her down on the soft bed. It was the most exciting feeling she had ever felt. He gently kissed her, relishing the softness of her lips.

"Kyouya…what are we?"

He stopped, raising himself a bit to see her. "What do you mean?"

"Last time I checked, friends don't really kiss each other like this."

Kyouya wanted to laugh. He really did. He should have expected her to ask something like that. She really was inexperienced in these kinds of things. He didn't beat around the bush when he stared at her with a form of seriousness that she could not even measure.

"Do you want to be more than friends?"

Haruhi's blushed a deep red. "W-What?"

"Do you want to be more than friends?"

"You mean…us being…together?"

Kyouya brushed his lips against her ear, grinning as he felt her shiver. "Unless, you don't want to…"

"Yes." She hated how that sounded rushed and desperate.

"Yes what?"

"M-More than friends…"

Kyouya felt a huge weight lift from his chest that he didn't realize was there before. He never felt more relieved in his life. He moved lower at her neck where he kissed and sucked at it. Haruhi gasped, feeling him gently bite against her skin. She held on tight, her nails stabbing against his shoulder blades. Kyouya fisted her hair, gently pulling her head back to gain better access to her neck. She moaned his name over and over again, loving the feel of his lips against her collar bone. He lifted himself up as to kiss her swollen lips, which she eagerly responded to.

"…I love you…"

Kyouya stopped. He didn't expect to hear that at all. He got up to get a good view of her face. Her eyes were glazed over and dilated. Her cheeks were a beautiful shade of red, matching the color of her swollen lips, which were glazed with saliva. Her neck was blotched with small bruises that he created. She was a complete mess, but to him, she was beautiful. She was perfect. She was irresistible. He wanted more of her. He wanted all of her. However, before he could ravage that beautiful mouth of hers, he wanted to hear her say those wonderful words again.

"Say it again."

"I…mm…"

He placed his forehead on top of hers, caressing her cheek. "Haruhi…say it again…"

"…I love you…"

He kissed her. Tasted her. Touched her. The feel of her smooth legs against his hip blurred his vision. Or maybe it was the fact that Haruhi managed to take his glasses off. Either way, the way her toes were brushing up against his knee was driving him insane. His hand reached toward her leg, his fingers traveling from her ankle, up to her thigh. The action caused her to arch her back. Her dress slid up farther, revealing a portion of her blue underwear. As much as he wanted to rip that thing apart, he took control of his urges. He sat up, scooping Haruhi up with him and positioned her on his lap. He took advantage of this and took the opportunity to caress her back as he kissed her collar bone. Haruhi traced her fingers down the buttons of his shirt, having the sudden urge to take it off. She touched the button, opening it. Then the other, and the other, until his chest was exposed. He helped her remove it, throwing it across the room.

Kyouya's hand slid up her thigh once again, not even close to being hesitant as he moved his hands up her dress, slowly passing her underwear and up her naked lower back. He heard her gasp, her back arching once more. His lips were back on hers as his hands slid back down on her hips where the hem of her underwear were, causing her to shiver. She didn't want this to end. She wanted him so much. She didn't realize how much, really, but it was hard to ignore.

"Ms. Fujioka, I've brought you extra blankets."

Kyouya sighed in aggravation. With shaky legs, Haruhi got up from the bed and went to the door. She slowly unlocked it and cracked the door open.

"Ms. Fujioka, sorry if I had woken you."

"Uh…n-no, it's okay."

"What happened to your neck?"

"W-What?" Haruhi immediately touched her neck, immediately turning red. The maid smiled sheepishly at her. Her knowing smile made Haruhi panic. She whispered to Haruhi, just in case someone else was listening.

"Don't worry. There's a first aid kit underneath the bed. Also, there's some…ahem, protection in there, as well, just in case. Here's the extra blankets."

Haruhi reached out and grabbed them, thanking the maid as she closed the door. She had never felt more embarrassed in her entire life.

"Oh, my god, she knows. What happens if she starts telling everyone else?"

Kyouya only chuckled. "Let them talk…I don't really care anymore." He placed his arms around her waist, lowering his head to her ear. "Should I leave, or should we continue?"

Haruhi's heart was at her throat. Her knees lightly wobbled as his husky voice pierced through her. She was courageous enough to turn around, looking at Kyouya in the eyes. It was completely filled with lust. Complete and utter lust…for her. She suddenly felt giddy. Haruhi looked down, embarrassed. Her fingers knotted together, her mind trying to figure out what to say. She only shook his head, not wanting Kyouya to leave her.

"Are you sure…?"

Haruhi nodded.

Kyouya opened the door, leading her across the hall into his room. She started to get nervous. It was a good kind of nervous. She was so happy just being with Kyouya. It was the most amazing feeling she ever felt. The closer they were to his room, the more excited that she was. When they reached his room, Kyouya immediately locked his door. He pressed her against it, kissing her lips. She immediately melted.

"Are you…sure…know one will come up here…?"

Kyouya grinned against her lips. "…Not even Tachibana comes up here…" He licked her lips, calming her nerves. He raised his hand, touching the strap of her sundress. The straps fell of her shoulders, loosening her dress. It immediately fell to the floor, leaving her wearing only her blue underwear. She didn't have the chance to try and cover herself; Kyouya held her close, their torsos touching. He lifted her up, carrying her to his bed with her legs tightly wrapped around his hips. When they safely landed on top of his bed, Kyouya grinned down at her, admiring her body. He touched the hem of the underwear, sliding it slowly down as his eyes scanned the curves of her hips. His sudden staring didn't go unnoticed. Haruhi blushed a deep red, pouting at him.

"S-Stop staring at me like that…"

"Why? Am I making you uncomfortable…?"

"Well…yes…" Haruhi shivered when she felt his tongue touch her chest. He slowly traveled downwards, leaving open-mouthed kisses until he reached her bellybutton. He slid her underwear off with relative ease, throwing it behind him.

"Good."

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NOT CONTINUING THIS...AT ALL! I like how it ends. It's pretty much a theme that I didn't realize I was creating until close to the end. I thought I'd take advantage of that, and went along with it. Whoever took the time to read this, I love you. Thank you very much. I hope you enjoyed it.