Author's Note – One reviewer brought up that my " ~ " was "disruptive and annoying". Unfortunately, I will not be dropping it. I do apologize if this leads to you not reading my fiction, but that is a risk I'm going to take, as the transfer of the fiction from my computer Microsoft Word pages to 's net pages takes away my all ready prepared paragraphs. When I go back into try and indent EVERY SINGLE SOLITARY PARAGRAPH, the finished product is inadvertently completely messed up and the indents are nowhere to be found. SO! To save myself the grief of having to make extra work for myself, which will ultimately make the fiction suffer from time constraints, I have decided to use a " ~ ". Please, if you do not like it, I do NOT force you to continue annoying yourself and you may find another fiction for your viewing pleasure. Have a nice day.

Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC or any of its characters. I do however; own this storyline and any forgeries of this storyline will lead to great rage.

Chapter 3

~Morning came entirely too quickly for Haruhi's liking and she turned over with a groan, pulling the covers to her chin and persisted in going back to sleep. The sun through the open curtains though had another idea and beamed down on her until she felt hot and uncomfortable, forcing the young woman to squint as she opened her eyelids.

~A pair of honey brown eyes stared at her with interest, the face they belonged to was none other than the smallest and cutest of the host club, Mitsukuni Haninozuka. He grinned, trying to be quiet, but a small giggle made its way passed the young man's lips. He held Bunbun tightly in his arms and he wore a pair of silk, blue stripped pajamas that glittered in the morning sunlight streaming through the window.

~"Good morning, Haruhi!" He happily exclaimed, receiving a nasty grunt from the opposite side of the bed that the Evil King occupied.

~"Shhh," Haruhi whispered, lifting a pretty finger to her lips and she began to move out from under the covers.

~"You're naked, Haru," Hunny pointed out with huge eyes and he took a staggering step back as if shocked by this fact.

~"So I am," she returned, padding across the floor of the cabin's second bedroom and towards the ornately designed, wooden dresser where she had stashed her clothes the day before. She pulled out a pair of jeans, a bra, and a white angora sweater that was very soft against her porcelain skin. Climbing into her chosen articles caused a low stir in the silent room and Haruhi looked up in confusion. There, at her doorway were four pairs of watching eyes, peeping around the corner and looking like they'd seen a ghost with how their eyes all widened.

~"Get out!" She yelled embarrassed, gripping her bra and sweater to her chest as if the materials would shield her precious innocence, but then she remembered she hardly had any left and blushed a deeper shade of scarlet.

~"But what about Hunny!?" Temaki whined.

~The young woman blinked and looked at the shorter blonde sitting like some frozen statue on their king's bed. His eyes were the size of saucers and he didn't seem to have a single, solitary thought running through his mind at the moment as he held onto Bunbun and crushed the life from the poor toy.

~"Hunny! Out too!" That pulled the loli-type from his trance and he hugged Bunbun to his face, his hair falling across his face until it shadowed his expression. He got to his feet and raced from the room as if Haruhi had burned him, his back darting down the short hall and into his own bedroom where he could lick his invisible wounds. Mori followed in an instant.

~Kyoya exhaustedly flung himself into a sitting position and glared infernally at everyone except the woman of the house. He got to his feet, naked as the day he was born and gaited to the door, slamming it closed on everyone's face. There was a loud scream as Temaki's fingers got smashed, but the black-headed Ootori son simply smiled evilly and went back to his bed. He crawled under the covers, snuggling back onto his pillow and it was obvious he was back asleep within seconds, leaving a shocked and rather appalled Haruhi to scramble into her clothes.

~She fled her room to make sure Temaki was all right, finding him over-wrapping his pulsating hand with the medical tape and struggled to not shed whatever, non-manly tears he seemed to have. When he spotted the brunette haired woman, the tall, blonde king puffed out his lower lip and held up his hand to the lovely princess in defeat.

~"Kyoya's mean!" Temaki childishly whined, "h-he s-s-smashed mah figers." He had reduced himself to barely even making sense anymore as he sniffled and complained, leaving a giggle and small smile on Haruhi's face. She unwrapped the man's poor first-aid job, listening to the twins play video games from the couch in the living room. Something to do with zombies she was sure.

~"It doesn't look too bad," she looked over the forming bruise on his first two fingers and ran her smaller fingers against the wounds. At first Temaki squeaked when she touched the darkening red splotches, but when she pulled his hand closer to her face, he fell silent. She blew on the bruise gently, smiling when he shivered against her.

~Her hands were deft and nimble as she rewrapped the superficial wound and watched sighingly as Temaki marveled at her work. He looked like a young child at times, while others he showed wisdom and loyalty beyond his years. That hot and cold personality change both charming and annoying to the young woman.

~She made quick work of putting away the supplies and ventured out into the living area just as the twins were beginning a brawl on the floor over someone cheating and the accused adamantly defending his honor. Haruhi wasn't sure who was doing what and she frankly didn't care enough to stop the tussle. It would be over momentarily, which it was, and she stationed herself at the stove to begin preparing breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and cinnamon french toast, a personal favorite of her fathers, that memory causing a small smile to tweak up the corners of her mouth.

~It didn't take long and before the young brunette knew it, most of the boys were sitting at the table, calmly talking amongst themselves and waiting anxiously for their prepared meal.

~"Hikaru, would you set the table?" Haruhi asked gently, "Temaki, get syrup, butter, and cups." Her orders set the boys present, into motion, Kaoru getting milk and whatever else he could think of for a proper breakfast. She had cooked for them before and knew the general routine of what things to grab, although five minutes in everyone's excursion, it was apparent their knowledge was lacking in where things were and the resident princess was forced to get pretty much everything on her own.

~Several minutes into the first servings Mori and Hunny came out, the smaller of the two looking dejected and unhappy with life, but he brightened when Haru gave him an apologetic smile and found a place beside his taller counterpart at the table.

~"There isn't enough chairs," Temaki pointedly said finally, him and Kaoru standing near the breakfast nook.

~"The counter behind you is a bar," Haruhi answered back, "pull out the stools and sit there."

~"But where will you sit, Haruhi?" Hunny ventured.

~"I'm not that hungry really. I've been tasting everything, so I'm fine."

~"But you have to sit with us, Haru!" This time is was Hikaru's voice.

~Kyoya had darkly entered the room just then, bringing with him his foreboding presence and dampening spirit. "...Coffee..." He muttered, and without halting her process, the young woman pointed to the brewing pot to her right with a cup beside it, ready and waiting.

~The Ootori made a grunt of appreciative approval before pouring himself a large cup of the jet black bean liquid. He took a seat beside Mori and took his helping of eggs before everyone else had even started eating. It was like him to always begin the feast and no one said much about it anymore.

~Minutes later, they were all munching animatedly, not a word spoken as they all shoveled the delicious meal as fast as they could. Haruhi was a good cook, none of the boys believed she could mess up a dish, and as of yet they had never been disappointed.

~"What should we do today?" Haruhi began, sipping on her green ginseng tea and looking towards Kyoya for answers.

~He pulled out a tablet and clicked around on an application and pulled up the itinerary he had prepared before they'd even left, looking through the times and schedules for the day. "Skiing. The car should be coming in an hour." He set the gadget down and continued to eat as the conversations began.

~"I want to snowboard!" Kaoru complained, his brother completely agreed.

~Hunny, who had a dribble of syrup leaking out of the left side of his mouth, swallowed and shook his head, "I want to build a snowman." Mori, of course, also agreed.

~"I remember skiing when I was little." It was Temaki who spoke next and the next half and hour while everyone helped wash and clean the kitchen was a flurry of wants and ideas for what to do today.

~The black limousine, which reminded Haruhi more of an armored snow tank than an actual car, pulled up at length and everyone climbed in. They continued their conversations back and fourth, only Haruhi, Kyoya, and Mori remaining mostly silent. Answers were exchanged when it was needed, but the brunette's mind was elsewhere. She stared blankly out the window at the endless terrain of trees, snow, and more snow. She hadn't ever seen anything like this and while it was cold and wet, she was finding that she enjoyed the wintery weather, mostly though because she was with her boys. They always did have a way of making even the most mundane things seem exciting. She wondered if it was because they were so enigmatic and odd in their varying personalities, though it really didn't matter, she couldn't have been happier anywhere else, but with them. That much she was sure of. Yes, she could survive without them, knew it would be considerably less exhilarating and quite possibly boring, but she could.

~Hunny had said something to her while everyone was engaged in other conversations, or raving about the amount of people they could see all ready skiing or snowboarding down the gigantic mountain. She hadn't heard him and pulled her gaze away from the window to look at the small, older blond.

~"Hmm?"

~"Are you all right?" He asked again, his voice still low. Since he had been savagely thrown out of Haruhi's room earlier while she'd been changing, he hadn't quite gotten up the courage to speak at a normal decibel.

~"Fine," Haru answered, "I don't know how to ski."

~"You don't?" It became blaringly obvious that everyone had heard her and the cab became eerily quiet.

~"Why didn't you tell us?!" Hikaru started.

~"We would have found something else to do!" Kaoru this time.

~Kyoya only looked up over his laptop monitor for a second and looked back own, "I've all ready arranged for you to have a lesson and a trainer when we arrive." He seemed to be in a begrudging mood.

~"But we can teach her!" Temaki clasped his hands together and reached for Haruhi's, holding them to his face and preaching loudly, "I promise, we shall not leave your side, sweet princess, until you learn how to ski."

~"I've arranged for a trainer for you as well, Temaki," Kyoya said, taking immense satisfaction in the king's deep scarlet blush.

~"I know how to ski!" The blonde leader of the group exclaimed indignantly.

~"Not well, and we wouldn't want another episode like yesterday. Now would we?"

~Temaki's shoulders hunched and a swirling dark aura engulfed him as his signature mushrooms began sprouting all over him in his depressed state. He was plucking at one in particular until Haruhi smiled at him gently, "we'll learn together." That seemed to perk the man up and he began grinning like an excited moron the rest of the way to the ski lodge.

~Everyone equipped quickly and within moments of arriving the twins were set off in their way, snowboarding and making complete nuisances of themselves by making fun of Temaki's shaky, near deer in the headlights expression.

~Kyoya found himself working in the comfortable, heated silence of the lodge with other wealthy guests either sipping hot cocoa, or drinking themselves stupid. He himself watched the others through the window with his own steaming cup of tea, and took secretive pictures from afar.

~"I-I-I don't know if I can do this," Haruhi began, looking over the steep slope of the more advance skiers pathway. She glared back at the twins through narrowed eyes, "I think you're trying to get me killed." She had only finished going down the bunny slopes when this evil duo snatched her up and away from Temaki's terrified grasp. He'd immediately fallen and rolled none too gently down the small hill, laying at the bottom as his head spun.

~"Come on, fraidy-cat. We'll be there to catch you if you fall," Mikaru assured, but they was a mischievous twinkle in the eyes of him and his brother that set the brunette on high alert. She didn't dare trust them when they had those looks, it usually ended up in some kind of death defying feat she narrowly was able to make it through, or a session of heaving petting behind a tree that she had to fend off. The way they were pawing at her like some fresh meat, she knew it to be the latter of her thoughts.

~"You go first," she dared, trying to hide her shaking hands as she gripped tightly to her poles for dear life.

~Mikaru laughed and turned his board, "I'll race you, Kaoru!" He was off like a bullet, his brother in hot pursuit. They were zigzagging down the mountain, avoiding trees with practiced ease, and laughing hysterically as they went, some kind of great joke passing between them until they were out of sight.

~Haruhi sighed easily and turning to figure out how to make her way down the mountain. She had come up with the twins on the chair lift, but looking over at it about fifty yards away, she doubted she wanted to attempt skiing herself back. The boys had helped her get to this point without falling, though that didn't look possible now, especially with as hard as she was shivering. She had snow in her boots, in her coat, up her sleeves, and down into her gloves. Every inch of her was being assaulted by the cold and mushy wetness, and she just wanted to climb down this mountain, hunker down inside the lodge at the fire, and drink something hot.

~She knelt down to fumble with her skies and unlatch the straps holding her to these thin, narrow boards that seemed fun until she was being hurled down steep slopes and expected to balance. This sport was crazy and not for her, maybe she could build a snowman at the lodge with Hunny, if she knew where the tiny, shota type was hiding. She hadn't seen Mori or Hunny since they'd strapped up and headed for the advanced mountain trails.

~A light littering of snowfall had just begun as Haruhi finally got out of her last ski and waddled her way to her feet. The clouds overhead were swirling darkly, and what had once been a small flurry became a literal downpour of silent snowflakes that impaired her vision and hampered her progress. As she rounded the corner and expected to see the chair lift shack, she was surprised by nothing but pounding snow and a blast of icy air that sucked all the oxygen from her lungs. She fell backwards, her poles going one direction while her skies went another and she landed flat on her cushioned butt. Her hands grappled for her fallen instruments even while she struggled to keep her hood covering her face from the icy pellets stinging her eyes. It was all moronic mess and she growled in irritated frustration.

~Above the whooshing of the wind, suddenly came the whiny gong of blizzard tower's wail, warning skiers to find cover until the storm passed. And just barely within Haruhi's sight came the unwavering flash of a red-alert light, that guided those lost in the storm's hold, towards warmth in a cabin just below it.

~She made her way trudgingly for it and was elated to – at length – see the cabin's door way a few feet off. Which was good, she was so cold now that her entire body was racked with violent quivers and she came tumbling through the doorway as unceremoniously as a rhino rampaging in a china shop. She fought to gain footing, finding a warm hand grabbing her arm and helping her to her feet easily. Her eyes glanced a few inches up and she was surprised to find a rather concerned Hunny standing halfway naked in front of a roaring fireplace.

~"What are you doing here, Haru?" He asked, quickly steadying the young woman and closing the door with his black booted foot. "You shouldn't be on this side of the mountain."

~Coughing, Haruhi peeled off her sopping gloves and beanie, "the... twins." She coughed some more, the sharpness of the heat and smell of the fire had caught her off guard, but she was quickly recovering.

~Her parka, boots, and snow pants came off next, leaving her in just a pair of cold, damp jeans and her angora sweater, also slightly wet. With pale, near white skin and lips that were shakingly blue, she was planted quickly in front of the fire and the small, karate master sat beside her, massaging warmth back into her body.

~"Hikaru and Kaoru should've know better, these aren't the kind of hills you're ready for," he stated absolutely and shook his head, sounding more adult-like than Haruhi was used to. She stared at him blankly, just absorbing his heat and vaguely wondering why he was partially nude in the middle of nowhere, on a mountain side, in a blizzard. The scene, albeit missing a few key elements, seemed like a bad porno she had witnessed her father watch some years ago when she was supposed to be sleeping. The only things missing now were; a bear skin rug, a fuzzy scarlet couch, and some champagne on a silver tray. Instead, the inside of the cabin seemed more functional, sporting a lowered fireplace area surrounded by serviceable benches lacking in comfort, a kitchen with sparing cabinetry, and army cots with cozy looking blankets across the other side of the room. For all intents and purposes, this place was perfect for stormed out skiers looking for something warm to drink and to warm their bodies, not the scene for a bad porn.

~Shaking her head of the odd thoughts, she turned back to Hunny and gratefully accepted the blanket he offered her, wrapping it around herself tightly and sniffling. "Thank you." She looked around the room and found no one but the two of them and questioned the blonde about his unusually tall companion.

~"Mori went on without me. I wasn't feeling up for company," his countenance darkened slightly and his blonde locks fell across his face.

~"And then, there was me," Haruhi joked lightly, "interrupting everything."

~Hunny looked mortified, "I didn't mean you, Haru. I'm sorry!" He was back to looking small and adorable, his large, precious moments eyes locked on her with apologetic undertones.

~When the gaze lingered a moment longer then Haruhi was used to, she blushed cutely and looked back towards the sparking flames that danced while the storm raged on outside. The very wind battled relentlessly against the metal and wood infused door, but the barrier held fast.

~"Why do you do that?" He asked lowly, his hand that had unwittingly captured her shoulder, now fell away and floated back to his lap.

~"What?"

~"Look away? I know I'm not like Mori or Kyoya. I'm not tall or older looking, but can't you still love me?"

~The oxygen had once again been stolen from her lungs and Haruhi shook her head almost violently, "I do love you." She breathed. "I love that you're not taller or older looking." She wanted to smack herself and say something more, but the way he was intensely gazing at her, she could feel a steady heat rising in her cheeks.

~Suddenly, the cute and lovable Hunny fell away, dissolving into something astonishingly animal. If Haruhi hadn't known any better, she would've thought she was looking at the Ootori King himself, yet this was Hunny. Her Hunny. A smirk had formed at the corners of his lips and his eyes had narrowed to slits. She was sure that if she hadn't still looked like some thawing ice princess, he would have pounced on her.

~It hadn't occurred to her before just the type of sexual deviant her sweet Shouta would be, and with the stream of images darting this way and that in her mind, she kept coming back to a sweet and gentle lover. It was all the treats and sweet smiles, the cutesy toys and happy giggles. Her imagination raced with thoughts of warm, butterflies kisses, a stark difference to what was before her now.

~"What else do you love?" He scooted closer, his hips nuzzling in close beside hers.

~Stupified, Haruhi blinked and stuttered, "uhh...umm... wait... what?"

~Hunny gently took up one of his Haru's hands in his own and lifted it to his lips, the blossoming heat from his breath on her knuckles seemed to melt down her wrist, to her arm. Despite the tortuous warmth spreading like a summer breeze, all hot and heavy, she trembled.

~He noted this and rather than pursue it like Kyoya might have as he enjoyed the hunt; the older, blonde man's expression exchanged sexual heat for a wounded countenance. His shoulders slumped and he moved away from her, a kind of disparaging gloom surrounding the hurt.

~"No," Haruhi assured, taking his hands back into hers and intertwining the fingers. She returned the romantic gesture, brushing her thin lips against the back of his fingers and quietly giggled when his eyes rolled into the back of his head in delight. It was cute how easily both of the more fair-headed men of their little troupe were easier to bounce back than the others. The endearing need to please and be pleased ran strong in both Hunny and Tamaki, traits that both served them well and at times, got them spurned.

~"I love the way you eat cake. The way frosting sticks to your nose when you're done, but you never seem to notice." She pulled him back to her, feeling his muscular arm wrap back around her bare shoulders and flood her senses with the overwhelming aroma of man. Not a scent she normally attributed to the him, not even after his karate sessions and classes. After classes, she had always thought both Hunny and his cousin just smelled like sweat and unwashed skin, but here he smelled good. Almost seductive. It was most definitely not the scent of a boy.

~The smirk had returned and he cautiously leaned forward, drawing her still damp hair to his lips in another eye-entrancing, provocative kiss. "What else?"

~"That you're only a little bit taller than me, but stronger than probably any of the other boys."

~He chuckled shortly, taking her chin in his free hand and drawing her face to his in a shattering kiss that left her senses reeling for gravity. As with Kyoya's forceful, impaling tongue that dove into her depths, searching for something, Hunny craved the search and exploration of her mouth. He wanted to carve out her features inside and out to memory until there was nothing left in this one moment, but the woman in front of him. Where they differed was Kyoya's practiced ease, he knew what he wanted and strived for that gratification, sweeping Haruhi up in the splendor of the ride. Her smaller statured boyfriend took her hands and wrapped them around his shoulders, slanting his mouth over hers forcefully until she slipped backwards onto the bench.

~"Ow-ow-ow!" Haruhi winced and tried to roll closer to his chest. She felt something digging into her spine and no matter how hard she struggled to pull away from it, Hunny's weight was just too much.

~Hunny audibly growled, snatching Haruhi up in a deft motion that spun the girl's whole world momentarily. As her eyes focused and her grip around his neck felt more secure, she watched him carry her swiftly to a nearby cot, all ready made up and looking cozy.

~Laying her down with all the trained finesse of a glass blower, Hunny came to sit beside her, one leg hanging off the edge. "I can't..." He inhaled deeply to calm his rapidly beating heart. The obvious flush in his cheeks, bespoke volumes to the personal hell he was experiencing.

~"You can't what?" She reached up from the pillow and brushed a lock of pretty sun gold from his face, to better see his eyes.

~"If I start, I can't stop," he murmured, those two golden irises begging... pleading with her to understand his meaning.

~She smiled and caressed his soft cheek with the palm of her hand, and he nuzzled into it with all the fervor of a starving man to a delicious meal. "Be gentle?" Her voice barely heard over the crackle of the nearby fire and the angry storm.

~Hunny didn't even acknowledge she had spoken. He felt compelled to touch his mouth to every inch of her, starting with the soft, inner skin of her wrist, just where the pulse point throbbed under her delicate dermis. He grinned when she shivered, moving lower down to her elbow and on. She blushed under his tender administerings, turning away sheepishly when he raised his hot, feral gaze full on her.

~"Don't." He pulled at her chin, forcing her gently to return her blushing gaze. "I want you to watch me." He reached for her and lifted both hands swiftly above her head, locking together her two wrists in his powerful one. They both watched intensely as his now freed hand slowly inched down her chest and tummy, coming to rest on the shining button of her still damp jeans.

~The shivering excitement moved in tantalizing waves, starting from the warm junction in Haru's hips and crashing over the rest of her body every few agonizing seconds. She wanted more, knew he could give it. His hand snaked in between her pants and her hot skin, pausing only for a second at the lacy top of her white panties. His fingers were scalding, burning imaginary passages across her porcelain dermis and she delighted in every throbbing sensation.

~Hunny's dexterous appendages found her pulsing epicenter and he grinned wildly when she bucked involuntarily. Seeing her wanton desire filled him with his own needs. The front of his snow pants had begun to tighten and his jailer's grip loosened.

~Her hands slipped with a barely noticeable rustle back onto the cot, and she arched her back against the thundering electricity sparking throughout every fiber of her body. She was getting close, could feel the insurmountable sensations flexing and straining just before the release. They were coiling, almost ready to spring when Hunny – shakingly – pulled his hand back and left behind an unfulfilled ache that needed to be appeased. His cute face had taken on a red flush and a glittering sheen of perspiration had formed on his upper lip and in between each of his chiseled chest muscles.

~He couldn't take it anymore and rose from the bed to remove his pants before they caused more discomfort. His eyes went back to his loved one and found the misty haze that had overtaken her was swiftly clearing, but instead of the shy and demure Haruhi. He found her standing on her knees, her jeans unbuttoned and hands quickly pulling her sweater up and over her head. The ache warped her features from meek to utter need and she wasn't about to let Hunny stop what he had begun.

~His pants dropped without much fanfare, but the Shouta no longer cared about his discomfort. He was in awe over the woman before him struggling to disrobe. Something that shouldn't have been difficult for her, had suddenly become completely foreign. The wetness of the sweater made it near impossible for her to easily slip out of it. She had managed to pull one arm out, groaning with effort as her head no longer seemed able to fit through the proper hole.

~Hunny, clad only in his boxer briefs, started to laugh. He jerked lightly and both Haruhi's bra and wet covering came up and over her head without a flit of effort.

~"It's good to see you again," he leaned in close and whispered in her ear, drawing his chest just close enough to brush against the super sensitive skin of her nipples.

~She gasped, her impulsive courage all but leaving her, and in an attempt to hold his taunting gaze her hands dropped from their instinctual cradle at her breasts. They stared at each other for a long few seconds, one trying to keep control of her fake bravado, while the other simply relished in the glory of his perfect mate.

~Haruhi moved first, aiming to pull back from the searing touch of his skin, but he followed her with a cheeky grin. He climbed on the cot, pinning her against the cold wall and his chest, her knees shakily struggling to keep her upright.

~"Take them off," he ordered, gaining his own sense of confidence and trapping her between his lithe arms.

~Her hands slipped down to her jeans and slowly, peeled the suction cupped fabric away from her skin, leaving her in nothing but her damp panties. They were even now, this game they were playing at and neither was sure who would start the next move.

~He had pushed himself flush against her, pressing his hardness into her belly button. A tiny squeak erupted in her throat and the soft melting of her pulsating lower flesh stripped away more logical minded thinking.

~Her eyes drifted lower, a curiousness growing in her she hadn't felt before. She wasn't stupid, and most certainly wasn't a prude. She knew what penises were, what they were for, and the general look of them, but until that very moment, she hadn't actually wanted to know what each of the boys looked like. It all seemed so very rushed the more she thought about it. They each all knew what they liked and how they liked it, as far as Haru could tell, and Hunny was the first who exhibited a kind of slow restraint.

~Hunny saw the gears turning in the young woman's head, could practically hear her thoughts sheepily coming to their own conclusions. He snatched up her hand in his own and pressed the delicate palm against his hardening shaft, forcing her to remain even as she tried to pull away. They both gasped at the sensations and he laid his head against her collarbone.

~"D-don't move," he breathed, unsure his voice wouldn't crack. It took all his energy to keep from flinging her on the bed and roughly moving inside her, when that was all he wanted to do at that very moment.

~Haruhi's hand shifted, taking a bigger handful that she then lightly squeezed and instead of forcing her closer, Hunny struggled to keep her still. Every motion sent his senses reeling. Every caress sent a mixture of fire shooting through his veins, and ice water rolling down his spine. He grit his teeth and ground them fiercely.

~"'Be gentle.'" He cooed, repeating her own earlier words and cautiously letting go of her small wrist.

~She could feel him lightly brushing his lips against the soft folds of her collar bone, dotting kisses along the protruding line and into the crook of her neck. His hips jerked against her hand and she brought the other down to steady herself.

~His shaft leaned against her belly, the skin incredibly soft against her palm. She tightened and released, feeling his own stomach muscles clench against the added pressure. He was entirely at her mercy and they both knew it. Her hands then began to move, slowly at first, but with building intensity and speed.

~Hunny's hands folded into fists on either side of Haru's head and he rocked in tune with every breath shattering upstroke, a soft sound rolling off his lips. He felt his rapture coming, knew if he didn't stop her that it would be all over too soon. Curling a fist into the straight, brown locks, he yanked her head roughly back and blanketed her with his mouth. She immediately released him, attention focused solely on the hard mouth that nipped and bit at her now swollen lips.

~He felt her tear her mouth away for air, and while she heaved, his free hand snatched at her panty seam line, ripping them away from her small frame as if they were simply wet paper. She made a sound of protest, but it was lost by the red-hot rod that lifted her clean off the bed in one breathless motion.

~Mitsukuni Haninozuka's taking of Haruhi Fujioka was shift and rough. Pinned against the wooden wall, adjacent to their shared cot, she clung to him. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, nails digging into the taut skin of his back. Her legs held little of her feather-light weight, simply dangling limply at the bend of his elbows as the young male claimed his piece of his prize. She didn't know this much carnal energy could come from her sweet, adorable Hunny. She could only hold on as the storm that brewed inside the young man came to a crescendo, and then quelled.

~Under her fingertips, she could feel a rolling growl building from the pit of his gut and racing through his gritted teeth. Each blow was bone-shattering and left her gasping for breath. There was pain when Hunny's exuberance drove him to a slightly out of rhythm thrust, but even with the pain, there was the odd way he ground his hips into hers, sliding against her hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves and sending a plethora of pleasure senses wild.

~At length, his pace slowed, allowing him to gulp down oxygen greedily. He didn't know how long he'd been batting blows, but his legs screamed and the arms holding Haru's legs had gone numb. Slowly. Gently, he slipped her near weightless body to the bed, allowing the gelatinous vestiges of her legs to come back into some semblance of order. She looked puffy-lipped and well-ravaged, although the familiar haze of wanton abandon left her filled to the brim, yet still did not spill over.

~Hunny shifted his weight and pressed forward, straining against her ever clenching, warm, inner walls. He gently lifted both of her cream colored legs up to his shoulders and ran his fingers down the throbbing vein pumping blood throughout her body. Her muscles tightened and relaxed as he traced the soft under contours of her knee, and her heated gaze remained ever intensely on him.

~He kissed her calf, massaging the same leg with his free hand, while his devious one slipped between her silken folds. His fingertips brushed against the delicate bead and he rode her expected buck, keeping his member tightly sheathed in her rapturous heat.

~"Tell me what you want?" The young man asked. His short, golden hair fell across his eyes, shadowing his face. He wore a toothy smirk and ran the pad of his calloused thumb across her swollen nub every time she tried to answer. With her legs slung over his shoulders, one hand clasped tightly to her wrist, and the other on her trigger, she was complicit in his every desire.

~"I can-" She started, cutting off when his teasing cock shifted out, before slamming right back inside. She squeaked and lifted her hips towards him to cushion to rough blow that left her star-struck. "I can't-!" Her voice groaned out as his pulled himself out to his red and gleaming head, and crashed back inside, rubbing her aching clit with every glorious inch of his thick shaft.

~"You can," he sing-songed, starting a rhythmic circle around the bundle of nerves at her base. His hips met hers at every pace, as the delirious haze rolled in to fog her mind, and she moved against him.

~"Yes," she moaned loudly, drowning out the still squalling snowstorm that hadn't yet calmed. The stars sparkled in on either side of her vision and her lids slipped closed as the spiraling sensations pressed her to the edge of the precipice. She wanted fulfillment, needed to touch it and feel it wash over her, but she was denied again by Hunny's persistence. It caused a molten hiss of fury to escape from between pursed lips.

~"What do you want?" He would keep up this cat-and-mouse game until she died of the ache, or gave him what he wanted.

~"I want you," her voice rasped. "I want all of you inside me... please."

~The sheer need in her voice drove the practiced, patient man over his limit. He ground his hips into her, allowing her legs to slip back to the bed as he doled out a steady rhythm. In and out. Slow on the down stroke, but fast and hard with every bit of himself he nestled inside her. His hands jailed her between his strong arms while her own came to rest near the middle of his spine. Her nails dug into the sweat soaked dermis and carved glorious love-marks down his back.

~Hunny could feel her walls flexing. She was intimately close to exploding and relishing in the fireworks that followed. He quickened his pace to bring her up over the edge and watched Haruhi in her glistening splendor as the peak of her wanton roller-coaster suddenly careened into white oblivion. Her rolling orgasm sparked his own cataclysmic epiphany that drove his sword deeply into her sheath.

~They lay there for several, long passing moments while the heated passion finally managed to cool to a manageable roar. The male sat stock-still, arms locked in place at both sides of his mate's head, while his elbows shook with every exhale.

~Haruhi came to her senses first, squealing as an unexpected set of quizzical, tempest gray eyes peered over Hunny's shoulder. She shifted away, but was met with resistance when the blonde young man hissed his discomfort. He slid himself out and almost kicked Mori with his heel, smacking cleanly with the taller man's large hands.

~"What are you doing here?!" Haruhi squeaked, seeing one other besides Hunny's visably shaken and cold cousin.

~A large, clumped together snowball had just barely pulled off closing the large pine door that barred the outside freeze from coming in, and when he turned it was obviously Temaki. His dark skiing goggles clung to a crazy mop of frozen, yellow hair, and a set of mittened nubs held fast to two skiing poles, slightly poking out from the rest of his white girth.

~"Oh my god!" Haruhi had ripped the blanket clean out from under Hunny and raced to their... often ridiculous... king. She was all ready pulling off his freezing gear and sluffing off sheets of packed on snow, while her sweet Shouta and his cousin stared on. They knew that in this moment, Temaki and his silly antics were the sole proprietors of the young woman's attention, and for some reason. It was all right.

~"You couldn't have just waited until morning?" Haruhi asked, wrapped cozily in her own blanket and sipping on some hot tea. The steam snaked up from her cup and curled in the air, before dissipating in the surrounding had donned her now dry undergarments and had barely managed to avoid the awkward conversation with their king over why exactly Haruhi was naked, but she didn't dare suppose he wouldn't continue to drill her about it in the morning. Frankly, she didn't understand why she felt the need for privacy, except that it never seemed she could ever have a private moment without five other boys vying for her attention.

~"He panicked." Mori replied, motioning to a sleeping Temaki. He drank his own mug of tea, having sequestered himself closely to his golden-headed master as the boy now resembled his typical self. He sported an endearing cocoa mustache and had passed out lazily in Mori's protective lap, completely oblivious to all around him.

~"And you couldn't let him go alone." Haru wanted to smack the French boy, but thought better of it. It was quiet while they slept and she was enjoying the lack of noise. Nothing could have made it more perfect than a good book and some real food.

~"I hope the others aren't thinking of joining us," the woman scoffed, almost fearfully waiting for the door to come screaming open again and more boys to come piling through the threshold.

~Mori shook his head, "they aren't stupid." They chuckled at Temaki's expense and fell quiet.

~"He loves you," the dark brunette male whispered, motioning to his cousin.

~She swirled the quickly cooling liquid around the bottom of her mug, watching the small bits of debris sway back and fourth, "you all act like you couldn't handle life without me." The more logical minded side of her brain was back in full force and she couldn't help her analytical outbursts.

~"You all would have found pretty wives by now and would be running your family companies if it wasn't for me. I battle every day, wondering if I'm not holding you six back from leading the lives you're all supposed to." She set her cup down and glared into the crackling fireplace, arms hugging her knees underneath her warm blanket. Her mind whirled with thousands of screaming thoughts, all of the them struggling to the surface, but lacking only one trait to tell them apart from the other contending shouts.

~Mori left Hunny's side, gently setting the blonde's head atop a crumpled up blanket and came to sit beside his beloved. He drew her into his lap and hugged her closer. He couldn't stop her raging thoughts, but he knew he could make her feel loved.

~"Yes. But we would be unhappy without you."

~"'Unhappy.'" She echoed, the word coming off foreign on her tongue. "Is it really that easy for you all?"

~"We're happiest when we're with you."

~Happiest. A word that Haruhi could readily give a dictionary definition for, but couldn't seem to wrap her mind around. It wasn't that she was sad or depressed. Her future seemed unclear and as much as she tried to keep each of the boys at arm's length, they all went and did things that made it difficult to distance herself. She wanted them to be happy, but she didn't want it to be her that held them back from that. They could tell her a million times that they wouldn't have anything any other way, and Haruhi would still trip over her insecurities.

Author's Note -I won't lie. I have been debating over this chapter for awhile now... Let's see if I can keep up the momentum.