Heat
Title: Heat
Rating: R
Warnings: sex, manga spoilers
Summary: Haruhi reminds Tamaki just who it is he belongs to...
This is my Valentine's Day fic this year, guys XD it's not exactly... tame. It was supposed to be NC-17 worthy but I thought it might be sexier to leave it off like this?
Tamaki and haruhi by ~ima22 on deviantART
In the glowing light of the afternoon, Tamaki sits up in the futon, spurred on by the sound of Haruhi’s sigh. The girl stands before the window, her back to him. He can tell she is staring pensively out into the bright spring world. As she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, he is aware of the sound of the crisp white linen hitting itself on his buttonup she wears, the one normally out of sight underneath his school blazer. The shirt is unbuttoned and one of her hands clutches it closed around her body, the other hand pressed against the sunny glass of the window to leave prints that she herself will gripe about later.
“What’s wrong, Haruhi?” Tamaki asks, and Haruhi fidgets.
“Nothing,” she mutters. Tamaki stretches a little and glances around the tiny room. Assorted articles of their regulation Ouran uniforms lay strewn across the floor, Haruhi’s tie actually draped across the lamp on the table beside her futon, one leg of his slacks lying on the edge of the futon and the other hanging off onto the floor. It is a messy sight that holds evidence of the scene of furious passion that took place a few minutes ago. He notes with a slight blush the frilly pink panties he talked her into buying the week before, still tangled inside the black fabric of her uniform slacks that lie just inside the bedroom doorway.
“Somehow I don’t quite believe that,” he argues, and watches her form stiffen. “Come on Haruhi, what’s troubling you? You can tell da-- you can tell me,” he almost slips up and refers to himself as her father like he did in the old days. It has been months since he got over that delusion; it happened even before she confessed her feelings for him. The fact that he nearly slipped now speaks for the sense of nerves that lies draped over everything.
“She told me,” Haruhi says simply, and Tamaki cocks his head slightly, staring into the small of her back as chastely as he can before his eyes start to wander, as is their custom. His shirt is much too big for her tiny form, and it only hangs down far enough to cover a few inches of thigh. It does little to hide her surprisingly long, shapely legs from him, and he can’t resist letting his eyes trail over her pale skin even now when there is something much more pressing at hand.
“What? Who told you what?” he has a sinking feeling, however, that he knows exactly what she is referring to. All the wonderful emotions and the physical high from their lovemaking seem to suck out of the room.
“You’re going to marry her, aren’t you?” Haruhi asks softly.
“Come again?”
“I said you’re going to marry her!” Haruhi was so controlled and logically pensive before, but now she whirls around and it becomes apparent to him that she was both fuming and crying for what was probably most of the time she was facing the window. “Your grandmother told me she had arranged a marriage for you and you were still ‘considering’. What’s that all about?” he has never seen her so angry, not even the time he tried to replace everything in her room with luxury items imported from France while she was trying to sleep on a Sunday morning.
“Haruhi, I was… why were you talking to my grandmother?”
“She came to see me at school, Tamaki,” Haruhi is variably fuming, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “She came to politely inform me that it was time for me to quietly disappear out of your life. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is… she told me she let you know about the marriage arrangement three weeks ago. You’re still ‘considering’, Tamaki?”
“Haruhi--”
She seems intent on not letting him finish. “Don’t ‘Haruhi’ me, Tamaki Suoh!” when she gets like this, she reminds him startlingly of Shima. The two most important women in his life tend to be very fierce with him, and usually he writes it off as them expressing their love. This time, however, is inarguably different. “How could you even…” she wipes her eyes, as tears are beginning to fall. “How could you consider it, Tamaki? When you’re with someone… you don’t… you’re not supposed to consider marrying someone else. What kind of guy does that?” normally she takes any ridiculous behavior he might exhibit in stride, but this seems to have pushed her past her limit of rationality. “What kind of asshole--”
“Haruhi! That kind of language--”
“Shut up…” looking a little defeated, Haruhi drops her head to her chest for a moment. She looks a bit embarrassed at her outburst and doesn’t seem like she wants to look at him. “I know you better than I know anyone else, so normally, when you pull some stupid stunt I can sort of understand why you’re doing it and I don’t mind too much. But this… I just don’t get it. I know doing what your grandmother says is important to you. I know family is the most important thing to you, and I’ve never questioned that. But this… don’t you think it’s going a little too far? It’s not even as though there’ll be consequences; your mother lives with you now and your father has complete control over the company and the finances and whether you succeed him and everything. So it just baffles me why now, even when she doesn’t have control anymore, you’re doing something like this.”
Most of the fight seems to have gone out of her, and when Haruhi speaks again, it is with a sense of resignation. “Look, I’m not trying to be melodramatic here. I’m sorry if you feel like I’m patronizing you or anything. I guess I’m more upset than I should be… I just want you to explain yourself, alright?”
“I can understand… why you’re upset,” Tamaki suddenly wants to cry. She still is; small, silent teardrops weave their way down her cheeks, and she seems to have given up on wiping them away. He has never seen her cry like this before, and it makes his heart ache. “Let me try to explain.”
“Go ahead,” Haruhi’s arms are still crossed, but she looks rather vulnerable.
Tamaki takes a deep breath and forces himself to look at her. “Haruhi I really… I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. Please don’t… think I don’t, alright? But I also want my grandmother to accept me. I want her to love me. It‘s something I‘ve hoped I could make happen since I came here.”
“And so you’re choosing her over me. I understand that. I know being accepted is a dream you’ve had for ages… that family ideal you’ve always held onto. If it’s something you have to do, something that will make you happy, then I’ll let you go. But I wish… you would have told me earlier. Before I got so…” she seems to be choosing her words carefully, and her voice is very small. “…attached to you.”
“Haruhi…” Tamaki is slightly stunned.
“So go ahead. Marry the girl. I guess it was a little unfair of me to get so angry with you.” she is back into her normal state, which seems more like a defense mechanism now. She is logical and she is dismissive, but her eyes are wet. “It’s your life. It’s none of my business.”
“Haruhi--” he tries again.
“I kinda knew this was going to happen,” distressed, Haruhi worries her hair with her hand, the other hand clenched into a tight fist. He finds himself being surprised all over again at just how small her hands are. “That’s why I was so intense when we were… doing it today. I sort of sensed it was going to be the last time. I wanted it… to be special.”
“The last time?” Tamaki’s voice sounds almost as empty as hers.
“Yeah. Because it wouldn’t look respectable if the future Suoh patriarch had an affair, would it? So after you’re married, this is all going to have to stop.” though she is calm, Tamaki has never seen Haruhi so emotional. Her eyes are still very wet and her body is shaking. “God, I never imagined falling in love with you would ever be a bad thing. I guess it was stupid of me…” she gives a small, bitter laugh. “…but I sort of imagined us always being together for some reason. But these circumstances…” she waves her arm around as if to somehow encompass them. “Why wasn’t it obvious to me it wouldn’t work out?”
“Haruhi…” Tamaki says softly, patiently, feeling like crying. He pats his lap. “Come here.”
“No,” Haruhi refuses adamantly.
“Please?” Tamaki gives her a trademarked pleading look, and she seems to falter a little. It instills in him a bit of hope that he allows to lighten his heart… just a bit. “Come here, Haruhi. Please.”
“Fine…” she acquiesces, and he has a feeling she is slightly less reluctant than she pretends to be. Slowly Haruhi walks the short distance to her futon and climbs on top of it. Immediately Tamaki grabs her and pulls her into his lap, arranging her legs comfortably, one on either side of him. She makes a small sound of protest.
“Now…” he says softly, straightening her hair out compulsively, a tender gesture that makes her scowl at him in the given situation. “Just hear me out. Haruhi, I’m not going to marry that girl.”
Haruhi blinks at him, looking a bit surprised. “Eh?” she asks, looking like she expects there to be some kind of catch. She cocks her head a bit, and the gesture is so adorable that he nearly tackles her to the bed.
“I must admit that it was tempting at first-- only because I thought it would make Grandmother continue to accept me, of course!-- and I considered it. But no matter what reason there might be for it, I could never actually go through with it. No matter how tempting the prospect seemed at the time… nothing could ever be more tempting than you. These past three weeks, I wasn’t ‘considering’. I was trying to find the courage to stand up to my grandmother. I know she and I are getting along much better now and she seems to understand me, but she’s setting me up with a future bride because she wants a good future for me, and it’s going to be scary to tell her no. But I’m going to do it. Because I love you, Haruhi. Some part of me knew it from the first time we met. I’m not going to give that up-- give you up-- for anything. I don’t care what I have to give up to stay with you. I know I should have told you about this myself, but I was afraid of you reacting… well… the same way you did,” he laughs a little sheepishly.
“Tamaki…” he sees confusion sweep her features, followed by guilt and a flash of pain, and then finally tenderness. “I had… no idea…”
“You really didn’t,” Tamaki licks his lips and tastes the strawberry sweetness of her earlier kisses and the faint musk of that secret place between her legs. “I know you’re a passionate woman, Haruhi. You like to jump to conclusions because it’s much easier than facing the music. But right now, I need you to. I need you to realize, even if it’s scary, that I need you more than anyone or anything else. You have a place in my heart that’s so big, so enormous, so important, that I’m never, ever going to get over you. My grandmother can’t change that, some arranged marriage can’t change that. Nothing can. But I was afraid, I guess. I was scared you knowing would change what we had.”
“Tamaki…” Haruhi mutters helplessly, fidgeting on his lap. “I know I made a scene about it before, but your grandmother’s acceptance is really important to you, and I know that. I can’t ask you to give that up… for me. You two are really bonding lately and it almost seems like you‘re… friends. I don‘t want anything to change that. I just can‘t ask that of you.”
“You don’t even have to ask,” Tamaki smiles at her.
Haruhi kisses him then, and he is surprised by the wild passion in it. She attacks his mouth with reckless abandon, running her tongue along his lips, pressing it past them, exploring his mouth with all the frantic enthusiasm of a woman with something to prove. Her hands roam over his bare skin; over his chest and shoulders, his sides, his hips. Slowly, she rocks her hips forward to meet his, and the sensation of their crotches connecting sends a shockwave of heat through his entire body.
“Haruhiiiiii…” he groans. She moves her mouth to his neck and gives him a long, slow lick before she begins to suck on the skin there, just beneath his jaw. “Haruhi, stop. If you leave a mark, people will notice…”
“I want them to notice,” she whispers, and Tamaki shivers slightly. This is a side of her he has never seen before, and it lights a fire within him. She is rough and possessive and almost out of control. Something about it is ridiculously sexy. He has rarely felt so aroused and she is barely touching him. “I don’t care if people know. Don’t you think it’s time they did? You‘re mine…” her voice and body language are so wholly possessive that Tamaki can’t help getting even more turned on.
“Yes,” he whispers softly, and she attacks his mouth again. Still numb with surprise at this new side of her, Tamaki manages to slide his shirt off of her shoulders. He caresses her tiny breasts and kisses her flushed cheeks as she grinds her hips against his and wraps her arms around his neck.
“Haruhi… maybe you should calm down?” Tamaki asks as a precaution, though he is enjoying the attention. At this moment he is sure, more than he has ever been, that she is the one thing he would fight for, die for, do anything for. She is smiling at him and he smiles back, knowing that sometime tonight he will get down on one knee. But the time for that is later, and he knows by the intensity of her stare.
“Do you want me to calm down?” she asks, and when he shakes his head she kisses him fiercely. “I didn’t think so.”
Rating: R
Warnings: sex, manga spoilers
Summary: Haruhi reminds Tamaki just who it is he belongs to...
This is my Valentine's Day fic this year, guys XD it's not exactly... tame. It was supposed to be NC-17 worthy but I thought it might be sexier to leave it off like this?
Tamaki and haruhi by ~ima22 on deviantART
In the glowing light of the afternoon, Tamaki sits up in the futon, spurred on by the sound of Haruhi’s sigh. The girl stands before the window, her back to him. He can tell she is staring pensively out into the bright spring world. As she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, he is aware of the sound of the crisp white linen hitting itself on his buttonup she wears, the one normally out of sight underneath his school blazer. The shirt is unbuttoned and one of her hands clutches it closed around her body, the other hand pressed against the sunny glass of the window to leave prints that she herself will gripe about later.
“What’s wrong, Haruhi?” Tamaki asks, and Haruhi fidgets.
“Nothing,” she mutters. Tamaki stretches a little and glances around the tiny room. Assorted articles of their regulation Ouran uniforms lay strewn across the floor, Haruhi’s tie actually draped across the lamp on the table beside her futon, one leg of his slacks lying on the edge of the futon and the other hanging off onto the floor. It is a messy sight that holds evidence of the scene of furious passion that took place a few minutes ago. He notes with a slight blush the frilly pink panties he talked her into buying the week before, still tangled inside the black fabric of her uniform slacks that lie just inside the bedroom doorway.
“Somehow I don’t quite believe that,” he argues, and watches her form stiffen. “Come on Haruhi, what’s troubling you? You can tell da-- you can tell me,” he almost slips up and refers to himself as her father like he did in the old days. It has been months since he got over that delusion; it happened even before she confessed her feelings for him. The fact that he nearly slipped now speaks for the sense of nerves that lies draped over everything.
“She told me,” Haruhi says simply, and Tamaki cocks his head slightly, staring into the small of her back as chastely as he can before his eyes start to wander, as is their custom. His shirt is much too big for her tiny form, and it only hangs down far enough to cover a few inches of thigh. It does little to hide her surprisingly long, shapely legs from him, and he can’t resist letting his eyes trail over her pale skin even now when there is something much more pressing at hand.
“What? Who told you what?” he has a sinking feeling, however, that he knows exactly what she is referring to. All the wonderful emotions and the physical high from their lovemaking seem to suck out of the room.
“You’re going to marry her, aren’t you?” Haruhi asks softly.
“Come again?”
“I said you’re going to marry her!” Haruhi was so controlled and logically pensive before, but now she whirls around and it becomes apparent to him that she was both fuming and crying for what was probably most of the time she was facing the window. “Your grandmother told me she had arranged a marriage for you and you were still ‘considering’. What’s that all about?” he has never seen her so angry, not even the time he tried to replace everything in her room with luxury items imported from France while she was trying to sleep on a Sunday morning.
“Haruhi, I was… why were you talking to my grandmother?”
“She came to see me at school, Tamaki,” Haruhi is variably fuming, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “She came to politely inform me that it was time for me to quietly disappear out of your life. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is… she told me she let you know about the marriage arrangement three weeks ago. You’re still ‘considering’, Tamaki?”
“Haruhi--”
She seems intent on not letting him finish. “Don’t ‘Haruhi’ me, Tamaki Suoh!” when she gets like this, she reminds him startlingly of Shima. The two most important women in his life tend to be very fierce with him, and usually he writes it off as them expressing their love. This time, however, is inarguably different. “How could you even…” she wipes her eyes, as tears are beginning to fall. “How could you consider it, Tamaki? When you’re with someone… you don’t… you’re not supposed to consider marrying someone else. What kind of guy does that?” normally she takes any ridiculous behavior he might exhibit in stride, but this seems to have pushed her past her limit of rationality. “What kind of asshole--”
“Haruhi! That kind of language--”
“Shut up…” looking a little defeated, Haruhi drops her head to her chest for a moment. She looks a bit embarrassed at her outburst and doesn’t seem like she wants to look at him. “I know you better than I know anyone else, so normally, when you pull some stupid stunt I can sort of understand why you’re doing it and I don’t mind too much. But this… I just don’t get it. I know doing what your grandmother says is important to you. I know family is the most important thing to you, and I’ve never questioned that. But this… don’t you think it’s going a little too far? It’s not even as though there’ll be consequences; your mother lives with you now and your father has complete control over the company and the finances and whether you succeed him and everything. So it just baffles me why now, even when she doesn’t have control anymore, you’re doing something like this.”
Most of the fight seems to have gone out of her, and when Haruhi speaks again, it is with a sense of resignation. “Look, I’m not trying to be melodramatic here. I’m sorry if you feel like I’m patronizing you or anything. I guess I’m more upset than I should be… I just want you to explain yourself, alright?”
“I can understand… why you’re upset,” Tamaki suddenly wants to cry. She still is; small, silent teardrops weave their way down her cheeks, and she seems to have given up on wiping them away. He has never seen her cry like this before, and it makes his heart ache. “Let me try to explain.”
“Go ahead,” Haruhi’s arms are still crossed, but she looks rather vulnerable.
Tamaki takes a deep breath and forces himself to look at her. “Haruhi I really… I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. Please don’t… think I don’t, alright? But I also want my grandmother to accept me. I want her to love me. It‘s something I‘ve hoped I could make happen since I came here.”
“And so you’re choosing her over me. I understand that. I know being accepted is a dream you’ve had for ages… that family ideal you’ve always held onto. If it’s something you have to do, something that will make you happy, then I’ll let you go. But I wish… you would have told me earlier. Before I got so…” she seems to be choosing her words carefully, and her voice is very small. “…attached to you.”
“Haruhi…” Tamaki is slightly stunned.
“So go ahead. Marry the girl. I guess it was a little unfair of me to get so angry with you.” she is back into her normal state, which seems more like a defense mechanism now. She is logical and she is dismissive, but her eyes are wet. “It’s your life. It’s none of my business.”
“Haruhi--” he tries again.
“I kinda knew this was going to happen,” distressed, Haruhi worries her hair with her hand, the other hand clenched into a tight fist. He finds himself being surprised all over again at just how small her hands are. “That’s why I was so intense when we were… doing it today. I sort of sensed it was going to be the last time. I wanted it… to be special.”
“The last time?” Tamaki’s voice sounds almost as empty as hers.
“Yeah. Because it wouldn’t look respectable if the future Suoh patriarch had an affair, would it? So after you’re married, this is all going to have to stop.” though she is calm, Tamaki has never seen Haruhi so emotional. Her eyes are still very wet and her body is shaking. “God, I never imagined falling in love with you would ever be a bad thing. I guess it was stupid of me…” she gives a small, bitter laugh. “…but I sort of imagined us always being together for some reason. But these circumstances…” she waves her arm around as if to somehow encompass them. “Why wasn’t it obvious to me it wouldn’t work out?”
“Haruhi…” Tamaki says softly, patiently, feeling like crying. He pats his lap. “Come here.”
“No,” Haruhi refuses adamantly.
“Please?” Tamaki gives her a trademarked pleading look, and she seems to falter a little. It instills in him a bit of hope that he allows to lighten his heart… just a bit. “Come here, Haruhi. Please.”
“Fine…” she acquiesces, and he has a feeling she is slightly less reluctant than she pretends to be. Slowly Haruhi walks the short distance to her futon and climbs on top of it. Immediately Tamaki grabs her and pulls her into his lap, arranging her legs comfortably, one on either side of him. She makes a small sound of protest.
“Now…” he says softly, straightening her hair out compulsively, a tender gesture that makes her scowl at him in the given situation. “Just hear me out. Haruhi, I’m not going to marry that girl.”
Haruhi blinks at him, looking a bit surprised. “Eh?” she asks, looking like she expects there to be some kind of catch. She cocks her head a bit, and the gesture is so adorable that he nearly tackles her to the bed.
“I must admit that it was tempting at first-- only because I thought it would make Grandmother continue to accept me, of course!-- and I considered it. But no matter what reason there might be for it, I could never actually go through with it. No matter how tempting the prospect seemed at the time… nothing could ever be more tempting than you. These past three weeks, I wasn’t ‘considering’. I was trying to find the courage to stand up to my grandmother. I know she and I are getting along much better now and she seems to understand me, but she’s setting me up with a future bride because she wants a good future for me, and it’s going to be scary to tell her no. But I’m going to do it. Because I love you, Haruhi. Some part of me knew it from the first time we met. I’m not going to give that up-- give you up-- for anything. I don’t care what I have to give up to stay with you. I know I should have told you about this myself, but I was afraid of you reacting… well… the same way you did,” he laughs a little sheepishly.
“Tamaki…” he sees confusion sweep her features, followed by guilt and a flash of pain, and then finally tenderness. “I had… no idea…”
“You really didn’t,” Tamaki licks his lips and tastes the strawberry sweetness of her earlier kisses and the faint musk of that secret place between her legs. “I know you’re a passionate woman, Haruhi. You like to jump to conclusions because it’s much easier than facing the music. But right now, I need you to. I need you to realize, even if it’s scary, that I need you more than anyone or anything else. You have a place in my heart that’s so big, so enormous, so important, that I’m never, ever going to get over you. My grandmother can’t change that, some arranged marriage can’t change that. Nothing can. But I was afraid, I guess. I was scared you knowing would change what we had.”
“Tamaki…” Haruhi mutters helplessly, fidgeting on his lap. “I know I made a scene about it before, but your grandmother’s acceptance is really important to you, and I know that. I can’t ask you to give that up… for me. You two are really bonding lately and it almost seems like you‘re… friends. I don‘t want anything to change that. I just can‘t ask that of you.”
“You don’t even have to ask,” Tamaki smiles at her.
Haruhi kisses him then, and he is surprised by the wild passion in it. She attacks his mouth with reckless abandon, running her tongue along his lips, pressing it past them, exploring his mouth with all the frantic enthusiasm of a woman with something to prove. Her hands roam over his bare skin; over his chest and shoulders, his sides, his hips. Slowly, she rocks her hips forward to meet his, and the sensation of their crotches connecting sends a shockwave of heat through his entire body.
“Haruhiiiiii…” he groans. She moves her mouth to his neck and gives him a long, slow lick before she begins to suck on the skin there, just beneath his jaw. “Haruhi, stop. If you leave a mark, people will notice…”
“I want them to notice,” she whispers, and Tamaki shivers slightly. This is a side of her he has never seen before, and it lights a fire within him. She is rough and possessive and almost out of control. Something about it is ridiculously sexy. He has rarely felt so aroused and she is barely touching him. “I don’t care if people know. Don’t you think it’s time they did? You‘re mine…” her voice and body language are so wholly possessive that Tamaki can’t help getting even more turned on.
“Yes,” he whispers softly, and she attacks his mouth again. Still numb with surprise at this new side of her, Tamaki manages to slide his shirt off of her shoulders. He caresses her tiny breasts and kisses her flushed cheeks as she grinds her hips against his and wraps her arms around his neck.
“Haruhi… maybe you should calm down?” Tamaki asks as a precaution, though he is enjoying the attention. At this moment he is sure, more than he has ever been, that she is the one thing he would fight for, die for, do anything for. She is smiling at him and he smiles back, knowing that sometime tonight he will get down on one knee. But the time for that is later, and he knows by the intensity of her stare.
“Do you want me to calm down?” she asks, and when he shakes his head she kisses him fiercely. “I didn’t think so.”