Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Not So Great Expectations ❯ Private After Party ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: vampyremiyu 
The threesom recovers from the fall out. Is they party over? WARNING for LEMON content. FINALE.
Anime/Manga: Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.02.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 678 | Status: Completed
The threesom recovers from the fall out. Is they party over? WARNING for LEMON content. FINALE.
Anime/Manga: Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.02.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 678 | Status: Completed
NOT SO GREAT EXPECTATIONS
An Ouran High School Host Club Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A sequel to my story, "A Slanted Line". Thanks to Ezri-chan and everyone who supported it! I hope you'll enjoy this as well. ^_^ WARNING for LEMON CONTENT in this chapter. No spoilers that I'm aware of. A Standard Disclaimer follows the chapter.
Chapter 6 - Private After Party
'Why aren't I the angry one? Why am I hiding?'
Haruhi Fujioka paced in the small dressing room she now called a refuge. It was a somewhat comforting space, containing an open ceiling and the bag that contained her clothes. She should have changed from the swimsuit, already discarding the heeled shoes, but she found herself too caught up in her hurt and confusion to think straight.
'I am angry,' she told herself with a frown. 'Just...not at them.'
Feeling defeated, she sat on the pillowed bench behind her, hands on her knees and head bowed. She was indeed angry with herself. She had not been honest. To the twins, or to herself.
Still, it had been a harmless request, Haruhi thought. Sure there was some work involved, but there was nothing wrong with a challenge. Granted, she would never model again. But she certainly had a better understanding of what Yuzuha does, how it all has to come together. And definitely a bit more respect for the models who constantly wore that hideous footwear.
To her, it had been an experience. And worthwhile.
So why were the twins angry with her? As she considered this, she felt her own temper flare a little. They had no right to criticize. Especially since they had kept their project a secret as well. Not that she' d asked either. Poof went her temper. She couldn't be mad at them. Not completely. Not even by half.
But what she did feel an abundance of, was hurt.
Did they really need to yell? And in front of all those people? It was more embarrassing than walking down the runway in a two piece bathing suit. More painful than the high heels. If she wasn't so logical, the tears in her eyes would be falling fast. But she held back, still trying to organize it all in her head.
"What do I feel? What should I say?"
"Say you still love us." "Pretty please?"
Grabbing the nearest curtain to cover herself was instinctual. She wasn't expecting anyone to come into the dressing. Let alone see the twins standing there, the main curtain closing behind them. She sighed, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"I wasn't forced to do this."
"We know." They answered in unison.
"We're sorry for yelling at you," Kaoru said.
Hikaru added, "We overreacted. We were just trying to protect you. Sorry."
"I see," Haruhi said. She had expected them to be upset. But not because she had modeled. Yet, neither of them brought up the fact that it had been kept a secret. She smiled. "So...how did I do?"
"The walk was a bit stiff," Hikaru said, narrowing his eyes in thought.
Kaoru nodded his agreement. "But the choice of suit made quite a statement."
"Mom's gonna sell hundreds!"
"Millions!"
Haruhi's grip on the curtain loosened. The material slid from her frame as she stood. Her eyes were focused on the swimsuit she wore. Bold, huh? She wondered briefly if she could get one for Mei-chan. It would suit her perfectly. However....
"Perhaps agreeing on a single color next time would be a bolder statement. I like blue, and red, but not together like this," Haruhi said. "And maybe some thicker straps for the top. I mean, spaghetti straps are pretty useless. It may as well be strapless." Then she glanced behind her, blushing. "Making the back of the bottoms as low as the front would also over up a bit more."
The boys shook their heads, grinning like devils.
"She's missing the point, Kaoru," Hikaru said.
"It's heartbreaking, Hikaru," Kaoru said with a wink. "But then she wouldn't be our Haruhi."
"This is true." Hikaru also winked at her.
She suddenly felt the urge to cover up again. But it was quickly masked by the urge to hug them. Stepping forward, she only had to open her arms and the twins were right there. Close by her side, the boys enveloped her in their presence, each wrapping an arm around her.
"So, it's okay?"
"Better than okay." "Much better than okay."
The boys’ voices had dropped half an octave, becoming deeper, more sensual. It caused Haruhi's temperature to rise, despite being the least covered. But it was a relatively small space, the dressing room. And the heat was starting to become palpable, intense.
And they were barely touching her!
But in the next instant, she felt their roaming hands on her body, their lips also attacking from different angles. There was no logic. Just passion. A deep need to be connected. Haruhi tried to make sense of it, but her need merged with theirs. The feeling was overwhelming.
Her swimsuit came undone in no time at all. The magic of a front clasp in the top and zippers in the bottom. They really did know how to design, and neither could deny they had her in mind while doing it. Their clothes became mist, disappearing in moments of pleasurable fog. Before she could decipher what was happening, they were all naked.
And when she could finally breathe, they stole her breath away again.
She could see them. Really see them in the light of the dressing room lights. They were the same height, same general build. But Hikaru appeared to have more upper body definition, a more hardened physique. While his brother, Kaoru, had less muscular definition, his strength was in his facial features, the posture he had while standing there. The differences were quite clear in this light. Yet they both spoke of the same raw sexuality she craved as her eyes raked over them again and again.
If she could analyze the feeling more closely she’d also realize that her body spoke the same thing. However, she was too hypnotized by them and her thoughts to notice.
The boys could see it, though. And they responded the only way they knew how. Taking her into their arms, they renewed their attack on her senses. She reeled, nearly collapsing to the ground. Hikaru caught her, Kaoru helping to support her as they slowly lowered themselves onto the long bench in the dressing room.
Hikaru had her in his lap, his erection pressing against her back. He wanted to just bury himself in her. To hear her whisper his name and moan in pleasure. But he had no intention of moving too fast. He wanted to savor this. They had earned that right. Maneuvering himself and her, he turned so that he straddled the bench, Haruhi’s bottom still close to his groin.
Kaoru was kneeling opposite them. He smiled at a confused Haruhi as he leaned down to kiss her. She responded to him quickly, her tongue invading his mouth first. He groaned at the intimate contact, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. It was her turn to groan and his fingertips brushed over her tightening nipples.
With his brother busy up top, Hikaru caressed her sides, lowering his hands until they rested on the inside of her parted thighs. With his fingertips, he traced tiny circles from somewhere close to her knee until he could feel the heat of her core. Her bottom pushed a bit closer to his groin, one finger journeying into her moist center.
Haruhi nearly split into pieces. Between Kaoru’s tender kisses and Hikaru’s demanding fingers, she had no idea what to focus on first. As if she could focus at all! Pulling at one and pushing against the other, she gave in to her body’s demands. It wanted them, and it didn’t care how as long as it happened soon.
And when a second finger joined the first, she shattered like glass.
Hikaru has been surprised by his brother’s move. Each with one finger inside of her, they each pressed in another. The watched in awe as she came again, Hikaru placing his other hand over her mouth to keep her surprised yelp from drifting away.
Kaoru motioned for his brother to take his hand away, replacing it with his lips. As he did so, he pulled his fingers from her core. With a bit of urging, he helped his brother position Haruhi to accept his pulsing manhood. Her body welcomed his easily and Kaoru felt rather heard Haruhi sigh at the contact. His own hard on throbbed at the thought.
Haruhi felt two things at once. Hikaru’s manhood inside of her and Kaoru’s in her hand. She squeezed Kaoru’s erection with her hand as she clenched her inner muscles against Hikaru’s. Concentrating on two things at once seemed a difficult task, but her body seemed to know exactly what to do. Her hips rolled forward and backward, causing the friction she and Hikaru wanted. She couldn’t move too fast in her position, but if she leaned forward just a little, she could feel him fill her from behind.
It also brought her face a bit closer to Kaoru’s manhood.
She stared at it dreamily, her supporting hand joining her other hand in a slow up and down motion. There was something she’d always wanted to do to one of the boys. Something she had read about. But she didn’t know if it would be okay or not. He didn’t want to hurt either of them.
But their grunts and groans indicated they were enjoying every bit.
Still she looked into Kaoru’s eyes, her question written in her eyes.
“Ano....”
“I’d like you to,” Kaoru said, his voice choking as he spoke. “But if you don’t want to, it’s okay.”
It wasn’t a matter of if she wanted to her not, Haruhi thought. She wanted to. She knew it would bring him pleasure. Just the logistics of it astounded her. Even gliding her fingers along his thickness had her brain in a quandary. But a voice in her said, ‘Don’t think. Just do it.’
And so she did.
Leaning forward, Haruhi pressed her lips to the head of his erection. The taste was unfamiliar, but interesting. the tip of her tongue grazed the sensitive flesh, causing Kaoru to nearly pass out. He swayed above her but she didn't notice. She was more interested in the salty taste he was giving off. Still curious, she opened her mouth and took the top of his erection into her mouth.
"Oh gods...." Kaoru muttered.
Hikaru thought he was going to come watching Haruhi lower her mouth onto his brother’s erection. He tried to thrust harder, but in his position it was impossible. Haruhi controlled the rhythm for all of them. As she pulled away from him, she took more and more of his brother into her mouth. He envied his twin, but only for a moment.
As she slowly impaled herself on his manhood, he grasped her hips and thrust forward as hard as he could. She grunted, the force of the thrust a surprise, and countered with her own quick response. Hikaru moaned in pleasure, repeating the motion, glad for the faster pace, but still unsatisfied overall.
Kaoru was anything BUT unsatisfied. Her slow and careful ministrations were more than he could have dreamed. But he was unraveling too fast. Her innocent explorations and the quickening up and down movement of her lips had him coming without thinking.
Haruhi felt her body reacting to Kaoru’s impending release as well as Hikaru’s intense thrusting. Her curiosity was turning into primal need. She had just enough sense not to choke or gag as Hikaru finally came into her mouth. Granted some of it didn’t make it down as she swallowed, it was good enough not to cause a mess. The taste, she noted, was more salty. And something she couldn’t place. Not the best thing she’d tasted, but not that horrible either.
And when Kaoru’s lips pressed against hers, Hikaru’s assault became more and more rapid. He was on the edge too. She felt it in her gut. Then he fell over, his hands now clasping her breasts, kneading them gently as she rode him a few seconds longer.
Haruhi literally saw stars as she came. It was like a supernova of brilliant colors. Her body continued to shake, even as she felt herself drifting downward. The boys were having a similar reaction. She could feel both of them shuddering at the end of their releases.
"Okay.... Wow."
It was all Haruhi could say.
In a heap of skin and sweat, the three of them stayed for a few moments. They stood still as the world moved around them. Laughter and chattering could be heard from the after party nearby. But the three were content, and exhausted, from their lovemaking.
"I...agree," Kaoru muttered.
Hikaru could barely nod his agreement. "Me, too."
Carefully, they untangled themselves. Without speaking they began to dress. Haruhi chose this time to don her regular clothing. But she did place the bathing suit in her bag, thanks to the boys' insistence. She tried not to giggle as she realized that the twins just wanted to see her in it again.
Mei might have to wait for hers, Haruhi thought.
"The night's still young," said Kaoru, pulling his shirt over his head.
"And the party's just getting started," Hikaru said, leaving his button down shirt completely unbuttoned, giving everyone a nice view of his bare chest.
Together, they stated, "Come with us."
She looked from one to the other, buttoning her jeans. "Where to?"
"It's a surprise," Hikaru said.
"But you'll like it," Kaoru said. "Promise."
"Cross our hearts."
She finished pulling her t-shirt over her head, looking at the boys questioningly. "What about the party?"
"What about it?" They asked in unison.
Haruhi smiled, placing her bag over her shoulder before holding out her hands to them. "Let's go."
Yuzuha Hitachiin didn’t miss a beat while talking to another designer from Milan. The colors, the designs and even the models were discussed. Several more shows and it would be time to focus on the next season’s fashions. Never a dull moment!
However, she also didn’t miss her sons and Haruhi making an early exit. Where they were headed she had no clue. She was simply happy knowing that things were as they should be.
“And that swimsuit! Darling you simply must tell me who modeled it.”
“She has the body of a goddess.”
She laughed aloud, and joyfully. “Sorry, but I’m afraid she’s taken.”
“Hogging her all to yourself, eh?”
“No fair!”
She smiled wickedly, taking a new glass of champagne from a waiter walking by. “Oh don’t worry. You’ll see more of her.”
“Promise?”
Yuzuha lifted her glass as if in a toast before taking a long sip. Then she nodded. Her sons were foolish, but not stupid. They knew what they had to do now.
And she would do anything for the young woman who had become more dear to her than words could convey.
“I promise.”
The wave crashed against the rocks loudly. The beach was not the best. The scenery was dark and not noteworthy. But the moon shone down on a small pier on the edge of the dock. Sitting there, off to the side on the rocks, were three teenagers.
Haruhi thought the area was peaceful. Much calmer than the dressing room had been, and much less busy. She sighed for a third time in as many minutes. The boys had been right. She liked this place.
Maybe a place on the beach wasn’t a bad idea.
Hikaru sat on her left. Kaoru on her right. They all stared at the stars and clouds in the sky. Neither had said a word since they sat down. True peace and quiet.
Then Kaoru said, “What else can we design for Haruhi, Hikaru?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe another evening gown.”
“Something elegant.”
“Teasing, not too revealing.”
Haruhi shook her head. “I already told you, I’m not into that kind of thing.”
“Yes.” “That’s what you said during the ride over here.”
"I’m not changing my mind,” she told them. “I'm not doing this again."
"Model, you mean?"
"What will we do without inspiration, Kaoru?"
"We'll be ruined before we even start, Hikaru!"
"I have every confidence that you two will be fine," Haruhi said with a smile.
"True," Kaoru said with a nod. "I don't know if I'm ready to share you with anyone except Hikaru."
"Me, too."
"Besides, we meant what we told your father."
"You can be anyone you want to be," Hikaru said with a nod equal to his brother's. "Or any thing. It's your call."
"And we'll support you 100 percent," Kaoru added.
Haruhi couldn't help but smile. "And I'm behind you, too." With an arm around each of them, she hugged them tightly. "Thank you. I love you. Both of you."
"And we love you." "We'll make it. Just you wait."
Haruhi watched as a cloud drifted in front of the moon, darkening the area for just a moment. She felt lips on her cheek and her neck. Despite having been satisfied not long ago, she found a hunger for them building in her stomach. She let them touch and caress her, even after the cloud moved on and the moon shone once more.
They would make it. She was certain. And what a journey it would be! Sure there would be expectations, but they would endure. It was all part of growing up after all.
But only time knew for certain what was to be.
~FIN~
DISCLAIMER:
Ouran High School Host Club is a brilliant piece of work by creator Bisco Hatori. Originally published in 2003 by HAKUSENSHA, Inc., Tokyo, Japan, this masterpiece is being translated and published by VIZ Media for fans in America and Canada. I do not own a single piece of the characters used in this story. They were kidnapped and used here without permission.
An Ouran High School Host Club Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A sequel to my story, "A Slanted Line". Thanks to Ezri-chan and everyone who supported it! I hope you'll enjoy this as well. ^_^ WARNING for LEMON CONTENT in this chapter. No spoilers that I'm aware of. A Standard Disclaimer follows the chapter.
Chapter 6 - Private After Party
'Why aren't I the angry one? Why am I hiding?'
Haruhi Fujioka paced in the small dressing room she now called a refuge. It was a somewhat comforting space, containing an open ceiling and the bag that contained her clothes. She should have changed from the swimsuit, already discarding the heeled shoes, but she found herself too caught up in her hurt and confusion to think straight.
'I am angry,' she told herself with a frown. 'Just...not at them.'
Feeling defeated, she sat on the pillowed bench behind her, hands on her knees and head bowed. She was indeed angry with herself. She had not been honest. To the twins, or to herself.
Still, it had been a harmless request, Haruhi thought. Sure there was some work involved, but there was nothing wrong with a challenge. Granted, she would never model again. But she certainly had a better understanding of what Yuzuha does, how it all has to come together. And definitely a bit more respect for the models who constantly wore that hideous footwear.
To her, it had been an experience. And worthwhile.
So why were the twins angry with her? As she considered this, she felt her own temper flare a little. They had no right to criticize. Especially since they had kept their project a secret as well. Not that she' d asked either. Poof went her temper. She couldn't be mad at them. Not completely. Not even by half.
But what she did feel an abundance of, was hurt.
Did they really need to yell? And in front of all those people? It was more embarrassing than walking down the runway in a two piece bathing suit. More painful than the high heels. If she wasn't so logical, the tears in her eyes would be falling fast. But she held back, still trying to organize it all in her head.
"What do I feel? What should I say?"
"Say you still love us." "Pretty please?"
Grabbing the nearest curtain to cover herself was instinctual. She wasn't expecting anyone to come into the dressing. Let alone see the twins standing there, the main curtain closing behind them. She sighed, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"I wasn't forced to do this."
"We know." They answered in unison.
"We're sorry for yelling at you," Kaoru said.
Hikaru added, "We overreacted. We were just trying to protect you. Sorry."
"I see," Haruhi said. She had expected them to be upset. But not because she had modeled. Yet, neither of them brought up the fact that it had been kept a secret. She smiled. "So...how did I do?"
"The walk was a bit stiff," Hikaru said, narrowing his eyes in thought.
Kaoru nodded his agreement. "But the choice of suit made quite a statement."
"Mom's gonna sell hundreds!"
"Millions!"
Haruhi's grip on the curtain loosened. The material slid from her frame as she stood. Her eyes were focused on the swimsuit she wore. Bold, huh? She wondered briefly if she could get one for Mei-chan. It would suit her perfectly. However....
"Perhaps agreeing on a single color next time would be a bolder statement. I like blue, and red, but not together like this," Haruhi said. "And maybe some thicker straps for the top. I mean, spaghetti straps are pretty useless. It may as well be strapless." Then she glanced behind her, blushing. "Making the back of the bottoms as low as the front would also over up a bit more."
The boys shook their heads, grinning like devils.
"She's missing the point, Kaoru," Hikaru said.
"It's heartbreaking, Hikaru," Kaoru said with a wink. "But then she wouldn't be our Haruhi."
"This is true." Hikaru also winked at her.
She suddenly felt the urge to cover up again. But it was quickly masked by the urge to hug them. Stepping forward, she only had to open her arms and the twins were right there. Close by her side, the boys enveloped her in their presence, each wrapping an arm around her.
"So, it's okay?"
"Better than okay." "Much better than okay."
The boys’ voices had dropped half an octave, becoming deeper, more sensual. It caused Haruhi's temperature to rise, despite being the least covered. But it was a relatively small space, the dressing room. And the heat was starting to become palpable, intense.
And they were barely touching her!
But in the next instant, she felt their roaming hands on her body, their lips also attacking from different angles. There was no logic. Just passion. A deep need to be connected. Haruhi tried to make sense of it, but her need merged with theirs. The feeling was overwhelming.
Her swimsuit came undone in no time at all. The magic of a front clasp in the top and zippers in the bottom. They really did know how to design, and neither could deny they had her in mind while doing it. Their clothes became mist, disappearing in moments of pleasurable fog. Before she could decipher what was happening, they were all naked.
And when she could finally breathe, they stole her breath away again.
She could see them. Really see them in the light of the dressing room lights. They were the same height, same general build. But Hikaru appeared to have more upper body definition, a more hardened physique. While his brother, Kaoru, had less muscular definition, his strength was in his facial features, the posture he had while standing there. The differences were quite clear in this light. Yet they both spoke of the same raw sexuality she craved as her eyes raked over them again and again.
If she could analyze the feeling more closely she’d also realize that her body spoke the same thing. However, she was too hypnotized by them and her thoughts to notice.
The boys could see it, though. And they responded the only way they knew how. Taking her into their arms, they renewed their attack on her senses. She reeled, nearly collapsing to the ground. Hikaru caught her, Kaoru helping to support her as they slowly lowered themselves onto the long bench in the dressing room.
Hikaru had her in his lap, his erection pressing against her back. He wanted to just bury himself in her. To hear her whisper his name and moan in pleasure. But he had no intention of moving too fast. He wanted to savor this. They had earned that right. Maneuvering himself and her, he turned so that he straddled the bench, Haruhi’s bottom still close to his groin.
Kaoru was kneeling opposite them. He smiled at a confused Haruhi as he leaned down to kiss her. She responded to him quickly, her tongue invading his mouth first. He groaned at the intimate contact, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. It was her turn to groan and his fingertips brushed over her tightening nipples.
With his brother busy up top, Hikaru caressed her sides, lowering his hands until they rested on the inside of her parted thighs. With his fingertips, he traced tiny circles from somewhere close to her knee until he could feel the heat of her core. Her bottom pushed a bit closer to his groin, one finger journeying into her moist center.
Haruhi nearly split into pieces. Between Kaoru’s tender kisses and Hikaru’s demanding fingers, she had no idea what to focus on first. As if she could focus at all! Pulling at one and pushing against the other, she gave in to her body’s demands. It wanted them, and it didn’t care how as long as it happened soon.
And when a second finger joined the first, she shattered like glass.
Hikaru has been surprised by his brother’s move. Each with one finger inside of her, they each pressed in another. The watched in awe as she came again, Hikaru placing his other hand over her mouth to keep her surprised yelp from drifting away.
Kaoru motioned for his brother to take his hand away, replacing it with his lips. As he did so, he pulled his fingers from her core. With a bit of urging, he helped his brother position Haruhi to accept his pulsing manhood. Her body welcomed his easily and Kaoru felt rather heard Haruhi sigh at the contact. His own hard on throbbed at the thought.
Haruhi felt two things at once. Hikaru’s manhood inside of her and Kaoru’s in her hand. She squeezed Kaoru’s erection with her hand as she clenched her inner muscles against Hikaru’s. Concentrating on two things at once seemed a difficult task, but her body seemed to know exactly what to do. Her hips rolled forward and backward, causing the friction she and Hikaru wanted. She couldn’t move too fast in her position, but if she leaned forward just a little, she could feel him fill her from behind.
It also brought her face a bit closer to Kaoru’s manhood.
She stared at it dreamily, her supporting hand joining her other hand in a slow up and down motion. There was something she’d always wanted to do to one of the boys. Something she had read about. But she didn’t know if it would be okay or not. He didn’t want to hurt either of them.
But their grunts and groans indicated they were enjoying every bit.
Still she looked into Kaoru’s eyes, her question written in her eyes.
“Ano....”
“I’d like you to,” Kaoru said, his voice choking as he spoke. “But if you don’t want to, it’s okay.”
It wasn’t a matter of if she wanted to her not, Haruhi thought. She wanted to. She knew it would bring him pleasure. Just the logistics of it astounded her. Even gliding her fingers along his thickness had her brain in a quandary. But a voice in her said, ‘Don’t think. Just do it.’
And so she did.
Leaning forward, Haruhi pressed her lips to the head of his erection. The taste was unfamiliar, but interesting. the tip of her tongue grazed the sensitive flesh, causing Kaoru to nearly pass out. He swayed above her but she didn't notice. She was more interested in the salty taste he was giving off. Still curious, she opened her mouth and took the top of his erection into her mouth.
"Oh gods...." Kaoru muttered.
Hikaru thought he was going to come watching Haruhi lower her mouth onto his brother’s erection. He tried to thrust harder, but in his position it was impossible. Haruhi controlled the rhythm for all of them. As she pulled away from him, she took more and more of his brother into her mouth. He envied his twin, but only for a moment.
As she slowly impaled herself on his manhood, he grasped her hips and thrust forward as hard as he could. She grunted, the force of the thrust a surprise, and countered with her own quick response. Hikaru moaned in pleasure, repeating the motion, glad for the faster pace, but still unsatisfied overall.
Kaoru was anything BUT unsatisfied. Her slow and careful ministrations were more than he could have dreamed. But he was unraveling too fast. Her innocent explorations and the quickening up and down movement of her lips had him coming without thinking.
Haruhi felt her body reacting to Kaoru’s impending release as well as Hikaru’s intense thrusting. Her curiosity was turning into primal need. She had just enough sense not to choke or gag as Hikaru finally came into her mouth. Granted some of it didn’t make it down as she swallowed, it was good enough not to cause a mess. The taste, she noted, was more salty. And something she couldn’t place. Not the best thing she’d tasted, but not that horrible either.
And when Kaoru’s lips pressed against hers, Hikaru’s assault became more and more rapid. He was on the edge too. She felt it in her gut. Then he fell over, his hands now clasping her breasts, kneading them gently as she rode him a few seconds longer.
Haruhi literally saw stars as she came. It was like a supernova of brilliant colors. Her body continued to shake, even as she felt herself drifting downward. The boys were having a similar reaction. She could feel both of them shuddering at the end of their releases.
"Okay.... Wow."
It was all Haruhi could say.
In a heap of skin and sweat, the three of them stayed for a few moments. They stood still as the world moved around them. Laughter and chattering could be heard from the after party nearby. But the three were content, and exhausted, from their lovemaking.
"I...agree," Kaoru muttered.
Hikaru could barely nod his agreement. "Me, too."
Carefully, they untangled themselves. Without speaking they began to dress. Haruhi chose this time to don her regular clothing. But she did place the bathing suit in her bag, thanks to the boys' insistence. She tried not to giggle as she realized that the twins just wanted to see her in it again.
Mei might have to wait for hers, Haruhi thought.
"The night's still young," said Kaoru, pulling his shirt over his head.
"And the party's just getting started," Hikaru said, leaving his button down shirt completely unbuttoned, giving everyone a nice view of his bare chest.
Together, they stated, "Come with us."
She looked from one to the other, buttoning her jeans. "Where to?"
"It's a surprise," Hikaru said.
"But you'll like it," Kaoru said. "Promise."
"Cross our hearts."
She finished pulling her t-shirt over her head, looking at the boys questioningly. "What about the party?"
"What about it?" They asked in unison.
Haruhi smiled, placing her bag over her shoulder before holding out her hands to them. "Let's go."
Yuzuha Hitachiin didn’t miss a beat while talking to another designer from Milan. The colors, the designs and even the models were discussed. Several more shows and it would be time to focus on the next season’s fashions. Never a dull moment!
However, she also didn’t miss her sons and Haruhi making an early exit. Where they were headed she had no clue. She was simply happy knowing that things were as they should be.
“And that swimsuit! Darling you simply must tell me who modeled it.”
“She has the body of a goddess.”
She laughed aloud, and joyfully. “Sorry, but I’m afraid she’s taken.”
“Hogging her all to yourself, eh?”
“No fair!”
She smiled wickedly, taking a new glass of champagne from a waiter walking by. “Oh don’t worry. You’ll see more of her.”
“Promise?”
Yuzuha lifted her glass as if in a toast before taking a long sip. Then she nodded. Her sons were foolish, but not stupid. They knew what they had to do now.
And she would do anything for the young woman who had become more dear to her than words could convey.
“I promise.”
The wave crashed against the rocks loudly. The beach was not the best. The scenery was dark and not noteworthy. But the moon shone down on a small pier on the edge of the dock. Sitting there, off to the side on the rocks, were three teenagers.
Haruhi thought the area was peaceful. Much calmer than the dressing room had been, and much less busy. She sighed for a third time in as many minutes. The boys had been right. She liked this place.
Maybe a place on the beach wasn’t a bad idea.
Hikaru sat on her left. Kaoru on her right. They all stared at the stars and clouds in the sky. Neither had said a word since they sat down. True peace and quiet.
Then Kaoru said, “What else can we design for Haruhi, Hikaru?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe another evening gown.”
“Something elegant.”
“Teasing, not too revealing.”
Haruhi shook her head. “I already told you, I’m not into that kind of thing.”
“Yes.” “That’s what you said during the ride over here.”
"I’m not changing my mind,” she told them. “I'm not doing this again."
"Model, you mean?"
"What will we do without inspiration, Kaoru?"
"We'll be ruined before we even start, Hikaru!"
"I have every confidence that you two will be fine," Haruhi said with a smile.
"True," Kaoru said with a nod. "I don't know if I'm ready to share you with anyone except Hikaru."
"Me, too."
"Besides, we meant what we told your father."
"You can be anyone you want to be," Hikaru said with a nod equal to his brother's. "Or any thing. It's your call."
"And we'll support you 100 percent," Kaoru added.
Haruhi couldn't help but smile. "And I'm behind you, too." With an arm around each of them, she hugged them tightly. "Thank you. I love you. Both of you."
"And we love you." "We'll make it. Just you wait."
Haruhi watched as a cloud drifted in front of the moon, darkening the area for just a moment. She felt lips on her cheek and her neck. Despite having been satisfied not long ago, she found a hunger for them building in her stomach. She let them touch and caress her, even after the cloud moved on and the moon shone once more.
They would make it. She was certain. And what a journey it would be! Sure there would be expectations, but they would endure. It was all part of growing up after all.
But only time knew for certain what was to be.
~FIN~
DISCLAIMER:
Ouran High School Host Club is a brilliant piece of work by creator Bisco Hatori. Originally published in 2003 by HAKUSENSHA, Inc., Tokyo, Japan, this masterpiece is being translated and published by VIZ Media for fans in America and Canada. I do not own a single piece of the characters used in this story. They were kidnapped and used here without permission.