AN: For some reason I was just in the mood for writing this story and wrote this chapter immeadiately after finishing the prior one. So scratch the need for reviews. Once again very short although I see this story as little moments. Glances into the budding relationship between this pair so I feel that the length is justified. Please tell me if it bothers you? Advice would be fantastic. Now, I need you guys advice. Should I continue this story or just leave it here?

xx Katie

The pair stood awkwardly in the corridor, neither yet talking nor meeting each other's eyes. Mori was painfully new at this kind of experience, having never felt strongly for anyone before. He took two steps before the young girl before halting and retracing one. The sound of his dark leather shoes against the polished floor was deafening.

"What was the problem, Mori Sempai?" Haruhi kept her eyes trained firmly on the floor infront of her. Mori attempted to speak, but found it difficult to form his words, only coming out in a jumbled mess of "um's","ah's" and "well you see's." He looked up from his failed attempt only to see Haruhi looking back at her with a coy smile sneaking its way upon her lips. Oh God how I want to kiss that smile away he thought before catching himself. She laughed slightly at his awkward air before stifling it with a delicate hand.

That was when he lost it. In seconds he was up against her, lifting her jaw with his thumb and forefinger, placing delicate kisses on her lips and across her face. At first Haruhi didn't respond as her hands lay stuck at her sides, her eyes open in surprise. However as Mori's gentle kisses progressed her eyes slid shut and her hands wrapped themselves around his neck of their own accord. His kisses grew hungrier as his hands trailed down her torso to rest on her hips.

How anyone can think she is a boy is beyond me. He grinned at the thought. Haruhi disguising as a boy worked to his advantage. If she was seen as a woman he was sure there would be useless boys mulling around her and vying for her affections. The mere thought of her accepting another possible suitor only proved to make his kisses more desperate and his hands more rushed in their movements. Haruhi replied just as eagerly, her hands in his dark locks, pulling and tugging and his tongue explored her mouth.

He kissed her neck before trailing his lips up to her ear, whispering his adoration for her. "Haruhi, I can't stop thinking of you. Everything you do drives me mad." He dipped down to nip at her creamy flesh leaving red marks as a sign of his affection. "I like you Haruhi", he whispered it quietly into her neck, nuzzling his face against her fragranced skin.

He could feel her tense before she relaxed once more. Those delicate hands captured his face and brought his gaze up to meet hers. His heart froze as thoughts rushed through his head. She's going to reject me. She's going to push me away with disgust and run off to Tamaki. However his breath caught as he saw her cheeks flush and her sweet lips part. "I think I like you too Mori." She said it just as quietly as he had. Mori crashed his lips back onto her and drew her even closer to him. "Takashi" he said, "Call me Takashi."