Missed
Title: Missed
Rating: R?
Warnings: non-graphic sex
Summary: Haruhi is unaccustomed to relying on someone so much.
I wrote this for lovinjerryt. It takes place in our RP, where Tamaki and Haruhi are married and have the cutest little relationship ever X3 I hope this makes up for my constant flakiness lately, Kels!
“I missed you.”
The words set Haruhi’s soul on fire, and she presses closer to her husband. His lips trace her jaw, her cheek, trail across her mouth and to her neck.
“I… missed you too,” she says softly, almost reverently into the dark air of the weekend bedroom they share in the east wing of the Suoh mansion. Tamaki shifts and the crisp white comforter lets in a bit of cool air as it lifts and then settles. Haruhi shivers as the air hits her bare skin. Her hands, which rest on his shoulders, massage him gently. He was only gone on the business trip with his father for about a week, but to Haruhi it felt more like a year. She does not even want to tell him the sense of falling she felt at being away from him; she is so used to doing everything on her own that depending so wholeheartedly on anyone else, even if it is him, is disconcerting and a little scary.
“I missed doing this,” Tamaki whispers, hovering over her as his tongue flicks across her neck and his hands caress her small breasts. “And this…” one hand slides down between her legs to touch her in that place only he can. Breath hitching in her throat, Haruhi presses her lips to his and runs her hands across his hips, his thighs, his crotch, reveling in the soft way he hisses against her mouth. Their hands roam over each other with an almost mad intensity, rediscovering all the little spots and details that they have unconsciously forgotten in their time apart. Gradually, Haruhi cannot breathe and she can feel him panting in her ear. She kisses him, rough and messy, and the growly moan that escapes Tamaki’s throat makes her tremble. “And I missed doing this even more…” he takes her then, and Haruhi gasps and digs her nails into him, rocking her hips almost involuntarily against his.
As their heat grows and rises, Haruhi finds a place against his shoulder for her head and rests there, feeling completely and irrevocably safe in her closeness to this man. “I love you so much…” she whispers, and she feels Tamaki kiss her hair, breathless and needy.
“I love you too…” he gasps, picking up the pace and making her squeeze him harder, bringing her legs up around his waist. For a moment, the world falls away and they are left with nothing around them, so caught up in each other Haruhi is sure they would fail to notice the apocalypse at this point. Tamaki is desperate and jerky in his movements, fueled with the fire of need that has kindled in their time apart. He makes love to her like a man who has something to prove, and the result is almost more than Haruhi can handle without going insane. They finish almost simultaneously, and as Haruhi lays spent on the sheets, struggling to regain her breath, Tamaki turns onto his side and rests his cheek on his hand, smiling at her in a way that suggests he realizes how wonderful he has just made her feel.
“That was…” Haruhi has no words, so she settles for smiling back and pulling the blanket up over her chest to keep the draft off of her bare skin. “I really missed you, Tamaki.”
“And I missed you…” Tamaki kisses her forehead with a tenderness she could never have imagined possible to achieve before meeting him. “And you know what I missed even more than all of that?”
“What?” Haruhi asks, and Tamaki reaches forward and pulls her to him, against the warm wall of his chest, and kisses her gently before bringing their foreheads together. He closes his eyes, and Haruhi can feel him breathing as he strokes her hair.
“This.”
Rating: R?
Warnings: non-graphic sex
Summary: Haruhi is unaccustomed to relying on someone so much.
I wrote this for lovinjerryt. It takes place in our RP, where Tamaki and Haruhi are married and have the cutest little relationship ever X3 I hope this makes up for my constant flakiness lately, Kels!
“I missed you.”
The words set Haruhi’s soul on fire, and she presses closer to her husband. His lips trace her jaw, her cheek, trail across her mouth and to her neck.
“I… missed you too,” she says softly, almost reverently into the dark air of the weekend bedroom they share in the east wing of the Suoh mansion. Tamaki shifts and the crisp white comforter lets in a bit of cool air as it lifts and then settles. Haruhi shivers as the air hits her bare skin. Her hands, which rest on his shoulders, massage him gently. He was only gone on the business trip with his father for about a week, but to Haruhi it felt more like a year. She does not even want to tell him the sense of falling she felt at being away from him; she is so used to doing everything on her own that depending so wholeheartedly on anyone else, even if it is him, is disconcerting and a little scary.
“I missed doing this,” Tamaki whispers, hovering over her as his tongue flicks across her neck and his hands caress her small breasts. “And this…” one hand slides down between her legs to touch her in that place only he can. Breath hitching in her throat, Haruhi presses her lips to his and runs her hands across his hips, his thighs, his crotch, reveling in the soft way he hisses against her mouth. Their hands roam over each other with an almost mad intensity, rediscovering all the little spots and details that they have unconsciously forgotten in their time apart. Gradually, Haruhi cannot breathe and she can feel him panting in her ear. She kisses him, rough and messy, and the growly moan that escapes Tamaki’s throat makes her tremble. “And I missed doing this even more…” he takes her then, and Haruhi gasps and digs her nails into him, rocking her hips almost involuntarily against his.
As their heat grows and rises, Haruhi finds a place against his shoulder for her head and rests there, feeling completely and irrevocably safe in her closeness to this man. “I love you so much…” she whispers, and she feels Tamaki kiss her hair, breathless and needy.
“I love you too…” he gasps, picking up the pace and making her squeeze him harder, bringing her legs up around his waist. For a moment, the world falls away and they are left with nothing around them, so caught up in each other Haruhi is sure they would fail to notice the apocalypse at this point. Tamaki is desperate and jerky in his movements, fueled with the fire of need that has kindled in their time apart. He makes love to her like a man who has something to prove, and the result is almost more than Haruhi can handle without going insane. They finish almost simultaneously, and as Haruhi lays spent on the sheets, struggling to regain her breath, Tamaki turns onto his side and rests his cheek on his hand, smiling at her in a way that suggests he realizes how wonderful he has just made her feel.
“That was…” Haruhi has no words, so she settles for smiling back and pulling the blanket up over her chest to keep the draft off of her bare skin. “I really missed you, Tamaki.”
“And I missed you…” Tamaki kisses her forehead with a tenderness she could never have imagined possible to achieve before meeting him. “And you know what I missed even more than all of that?”
“What?” Haruhi asks, and Tamaki reaches forward and pulls her to him, against the warm wall of his chest, and kisses her gently before bringing their foreheads together. He closes his eyes, and Haruhi can feel him breathing as he strokes her hair.
“This.”