Natural Girl

WC: 532

A is for Arouse

Timeline: They are still in school.

Leaning over him, her hot breath coated his neck and ear, her simple scent clogged his nostrils and her hair tickled the back of his neck.

"Sorry, senpai," Haruhi said, correcting herself in her seat and going back to her homework, after she had so innocently reached over him to grab a pencil from the desk on the other side of him.

Since Kyoya knew he wasn't going to be able to choke out any kind of intelligible response, he kept his mouth shut.

Staring at the paper with his math homework on it, the numbers suddenly made no sense. Not that it mattered too much to him right now. Much to his annoyance, he had scenes going through his mind that might be worthy of Tamaki's. Maybe.

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Leaning over him, she slowly placed a kiss on the spot where his jawline started, right below his earlobe. She moved her lips carefully, unsure, her soft tongue flicking out to taste his skin. He liked the feel of her tongue.

She ran it along his jaw, tickling the soft hairs on his face, until she got to his mouth. Her tongue made a small circle on the corner of his lips, then she gently started to suck on the spot, sending threads of pleasure down his spine.

He reached out—

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"Senpai? Are you okay?" Haruhi asked, waving her hand in front of his face.

"What? Oh, yes, I'm fine."

She looked at him through her curtain of hair shadowing her right eye. She smiled, tilting her head a bit. Then she went back to figuring out the math problems like a good girl.

Kyoya smothered a sigh, wishing that he hadn't said that he would help her with her homework after the Club had gone home. But it was kind of nice to know that she wanted his help, not theirs.

Not that he was being much help in all. Haruhi probably thought that he was just staring off into space.

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He reached out to grab her and pulled her petite form into his lap. He saw her eyes widen, not sure what to do.

But she was a natural. He had a feeling that she would figure it out.

She looked at him through her hair, like it was a dark, silk curtain. She leaned in and kissed him. He cupped the back of her head and brought her closer, intensifying the kiss as their tongues met. His tongue swept through her mouth, leaving no place untouched.

She gradually started to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against his erection. She reached down to undo his belt buckle, and—

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"Oh. The time," Haruhi said. "I've got to go. Thanks, senpai, for all your help," she smiled and unhurriedly put her stuff into her bag. He realized that she did everything slowly.

"You're welcome," he said, crossing his legs to hide the evidence of his fantasies.

She gave him one last smile over her shoulder, then was out the door.

He sat there for awhile after she was gone. His visualization was not having the same effect once she had left.

God, he was turning into Tamaki.

Damn the male mind.