Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Sleeping In ❯ Sleeping In - Chapter Five - Fight or Flight ( Chapter 5 )

Sleeping In

by Palatyne

 

Chapter Five

Fight or Flight

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. The original manga story, characters and plot belong to Bisco Hatori, Lala, English editions to Viz Media and the anime to Bones, et.al.

 

 

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Chapter Five

Fight or Flight

 

 

Haruhi could not remember anything at all - where she was, what she was doing and for one brief moment, even her own name. All her thoughts were directed to the sensations Kyouya wrought upon her.

 

His soft lips caressed her already tingling flesh, sending jolts of delight coursing through her. The firm and gentle way his tongue delved into her made her feel like he was eagerly probing a secret treasure. Even his hands caressed her, meandering across her body and burning every patch of skin they touched.

 

In one moment of insanity she responded to him, seeking him out with her lips.

 

Yet the moment she did so, he gave out a low moan. For a moment she thought he had paused, but soon he began to kiss her more fervently, his tongue delving deeper.

 

His caresses became more urgent and more frantic. Her heart raced with heightened excitement. It was as if a wave of heat had blazed through them. He felt his body push against her even more, sinking her deeper into mattress. She was almost breathless, yet she knew that even if she wanted to, she could not possibly stop.

 

She had never felt anything so distracting, so consuming and so utterly, mindlessly pleasurable.

 

It felt to her like it would never end, and for one moment she wished it were so - their lips locked in an eternal kiss, their bodies all but intertwined.

 

Suddenly, she felt his caresses became gentler, slower. She then felt cool air fan across her cheeks as Kyouya's soft lips gently left her, brushing her lips tenderly one last time before finally moving away.

 

It was over.

 

Haruhi lay on the bed, unable to move, her eyes locked with Kyouya's. She saw that he too was breathing heavily, his face was flushed and his eyes still blazing.

 

She was suddenly very conscious of where she was, the awkward position of her body and the fact that their bodies were still intimately close.

 

It was as if a veil had been lifted away and everything was clear - but it was also surprisingly grim and staid.

 

She was starting to feel his weight against her, something which she strangely did not feel before. She was suddenly finding it difficult to breathe - her chest heaving with every breath she took.

 

“Kyouya-sempai, I can't breathe.”

 

Kyouya heard her plea. His brows furrowed at first, worry etched in his face. Belatedly he realized the cause of her discomfort and broke his gaze. He straightened himself and with careful movements, shifted to a sitting position beside her.

 

Haruhi did not feel the relief that she expected. Instead, she became acutely aware of how his body had felt against her, the warmth that surrounded her and the subsequent chill that swept through her as he moved away.

 

With what seemed to her like infinite slowness, she too sat up. She moved toward the edge of the bed, her back towards him.

 

She noticed that the blinds on the side of the room muted the strong rays of the midday sun coming from the outside. The full impact of what had just happened was slowly coming into light, although it was somehow still dimmed by the excitement that was slow to fade away.

 

This should not have happened.

 

She remained silent and still, waiting for the return of her composure, waiting for her mind to regain control. Yet it was difficult, for her lips still quivered with the memory of his kiss and her skin still tingled from his touch.

 

“I will not say I'm sorry.” Kyouya finally spoke.

 

A part of her brain registered his words and even expected him to say them - it was Kyouya-sempai, after all. Yet she was still too bewildered to reply. Her heart was still hammering in her chest and she feared that if she spoke, her voice would tremble. Steeling herself, she gave the only reply she could manage.

 

“Of course.” She tried her best to pitch her voice evenly, trying not to reveal the turmoil within her.

 

“I kissed you because -”

 

“Because you wanted it, and you take what you want.” She interrupted. Reason was slowly kicking in. Like a harsh light cast upon her she was slowly starting to feel that she had done something completely, absolutely wrong.

 

She felt the familiar pang of mortification and inwardly cursed her naïveté. Once again, she felt like she had been heedlessly drawn to a ploy. What embarrassed her even more was that she was too enthralled by the kiss to even realize what was happening. Her powerlessness and her inability to control her reactions both humiliated and angered her.

 

Yet strangely, she also felt a tinge of bitterness, a slight disappointment.

 

Just another lesson to be learned, after all.

 

Coldly she tried to rebuke him. “I have learned that lesson long ago, Kyouya-sempai. It was not necessary to repeat it. And as I have told you then, there is really no merit in -”

 

“No.” He said firmly. “I kissed you because you wanted it.”

 

Haruhi was stunned into silence. She turned sharply to face him only to see once more an expression of amusement on his face.

 

“I did what we both wanted.” He was looking straight at her, his dark eyes boring into hers, daring her to correct him.

 

She felt her anger rise and before she realized what she was doing, she had raised her hand and slapped him.

 

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room. Her hand stung from the force of it, but she saw that he barely flinched. He simply stared at her, his eyes blazing with the unmistakable fire of anger. On one side of his pale face, a fiery red blotch was forming with the faint imprint of her hand.

 

Almost instantly she felt a slight tinge of remorse. She had hit him stronger than she intended. But she held her ground. She had been mocked by him before, but this time he was downright insulting. It was proof of immense conceit for him to claim that she wanted him to kiss her.

 

“I didn't want it! How dare you -”

 

“That's a lie.” He said, a fierce anger lacing his words.

 

His words felt like a sharp knife piercing her already rattled mind. Her anger at his conceit seemed to have suddenly lost its significance.

 

Suddenly, his expression seemed to have calmed. He looked at her intently and in a quiet tone, he added.

 

“And you kissed back.”

 

She felt as if she had been dealt a fatal blow. The words were spoken quietly but it came to her like a blast of wind, knocking her out of balance, destroying what was left of her calm - and there was nothing she could do because they were undeniably true.

 

I did.

 

She knew then that she needed to leave.

 

“I'm leaving.”

 

Haruhi scrambled to rise from the bed, turning her face away from Kyouya - but almost instantly her wrist was caught in vice-like grip, preventing her escape.

 

“Look at me, Haruhi.”

 

His voice was imperative and commanding but she noticed a slight tremor of something else.

 

She didn't want to look at him. Her mind and her thoughts were betraying her and she didn't trust herself to be composed for much longer. She was no coward, but she could not face what she could not understand.

 

Especially if the one thing she could not understand was her self - her thoughts, her emotions, her own wildly beating heart.

 

She fiercely tugged at her wrist but her action only served to make his grip stronger.

 

“Haruhi.” His voice was more urgent.

 

I can't look at you, I can't listen to you.

 

Not now.

 

“Onegai, Kyouya-sempai…”

 

Almost instantly his grip on her wrist loosened. The hand that held her so fiercely was swiftly withdrawn.

 

“Haruhi…”

 

She did not hear him at all. She heard nothing of the stricken voice that called out her name.

 

She all but ran from his bedroom, speeding past the living room and out into the hallway once more.

 

 

 

 

To be continued…