Poor Haruhi

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Poor Haruhi
Ch. 2 Tamaki’s night
“We found commoner desserts!” Honey cried as he and Mori staggered through the door, loaded with grocery sacks.

Mori grunted as he set down his burden on the table and started looking for likely places to put everything away.

“Shhhh!” Tamaki hissed. “She’s asleep!”

Honey covered his mouth sheepishly and stage-whispered, “Sorry, Tamu-chan.” He dropped his hand and frowned seriously. “But I was going to give her some dessert to help her feel better.”

Mori looked at the clock on the wall. “It’s getting late, Mitsukine.” He found a place to wedge the last of the groceries behind some milk in the refrigerator.

Honey heaved a dramatic sigh and pooched out his bottom lip. “I guess they’ll still be here tomorrow. Do you need anything before we go, Tamu-chan? Do we need to give Haru-chan her medicine?”

Tamaki flashed him a two-fingered V. “Nope, I can take care of our sweet little girl from here. She took her pills about half and hour ago. I think maybe she’ll just sleep all night.”

“Well, Kyoya said to call if anything came up. See you tomorrow.” Honey bounced out the door. Mori gave a small wave and followed.

Tamaki checked to make sure the lock was secure and pulled a bottle of spring water from the fridge. It was barely cold, but it would be alright for now. He heard a shuffle and turned. Haruhi was balanced on crutches in the doorway, one foot held carefully from the floor. She rubbed one eye sleepily. “Did I hear, Honey-senpai?”

Tamaki swept her up into a hug, holding her entirely off the floor, her crutches clattered to either side. “Oh you are so cute when you are sleepy! And in that fluffy little robe! So cute! But you shouldn’t be out of bed! You could bump your foot!” He left the crutches where they had fallen and carried her unceremoniously to her bedroom and laid her on the bed with a floof.

Tamaki fussed over some pillows. “There, how’s that?”

“Mmmmm,” Haruhi murmured. “Nice. Very nice.” She let out a little sigh. “But I got up for a reason? What was it? Oh yeah, I needed something to drink. My mouth feels so dry.” Tamaki stared at her little pink tongue as it snuck out to lick her lips. A flush crept up his cheeks as she smiled at him. “But how will I get there again, my crutches are in the kitchen?” Haruhi’s eyes were gentle and unfocused as she looked at him with something softer than he had seen from her before. She gave a little giggle, “Now I’ll have to crawl!”

“Haruhi, no way!” Tamaki was horrified. He was reaching for her when he noticed he still had the bottle of water in his hand. “Hey, here. You can have this.”

“Thanks, Tamaki-senpai.” He twisted the top off and handed it to her. It fumbled a little as she tried to grab it, splashing some water on her robe. She put the bottle to her lips, her tongue darting out again to moisten them. Her head tipped slightly, showing Tamaki the smooth length of her throat. She let out a small moan of satisfaction as she pulled the bottle from her mouth. She caught a few glistening drops with a sweep of her tongue. “Wow, that was too good. I think I feel too good. How do you feel, Senpai?” Her hand reached out to tug gently on a strand of blonde hanging in front of his eyes. “Senpai? Why are you all red? Is that your nose bleeding? Are you ok?”

Tamaki snapped up, straight as a poker, he scrubbed below his nose with his sleeve. “Fine, I’m fine. I’m great!” He looked down. “But you are all wet.”

Haruhi glanced down at her chest. “Hmm? Oh, clumsy me. Oh well it’s just a robe. I don’t need it to sleep anyway.” She struggled to free the tie and slide it from her shoulders without knocking her foot off the pillows.

“Haruhi?”

Haruhi stopped and looked up.

“Let me help.”

Haruhi nodded without argument and leaned back on the pillows and closed her eyes. She felt too nice to argue anyway. Everything seemed to have a pleasant haze around it. And it was so nice having Tamaki-senpai here. Why had she not wanted to go and stay with him? It would have been so pleasant. Her eyes fluttered closed as Tamaki started tugging gently on the robe’s tie. It opened with little fuss. He hesitated at the lapels but then carefully pulled them aside. Her nightgown was a satiny peach. It looked so soft. A ribbon came to a little bow below her small breasts. Tamaki slid the robe off one shoulder and saw the straps that held the nightdress up. No sleeves, he hoped Haruhi wouldn’t get cold without the robe. He had to lean close to her to carefully free her arms from the sleeves. He could feel her warmth rising up to him.

Haruhi’s eyes opened slowly as she noticed Tamaki had stopped. “Mmm?” He had one arm braced beside her head, his knees next to her hip.

“It seems to be stuck under you. Maybe you can roll over a little and I can pull it out?”

“Here, try it now.” Haruhi said. She arched her back up, his free arm slid automatically behind her to give her support. This brought her arch up into his chest. He could feel her warmth more now, through the thin fabric of his shirt. He could even feel her breasts with so little covering them. He thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. His eyes widened and he froze. “There.” Haruhi gave a satisfied nod. “You can get it now?”

Tamaki blinked and fought back a stammer. He got control of himself and tugged the robe from under her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself through the careful jostling. Her fingers played with the hair at his collar. Tamaki had to take Haruhi’s wrists and carefully free himself and set her gently back against her pillows. Haruhi’s eyes fluttered opened and she frowned. “But that felt nice. I never knew your hair was so soft, Senpai. Can I feel it some more?”

Tamaki shook his head. “Haruhi, are you ok? You’re acting strange.” He sat up straighter. “It must be the medicine. You aren’t acting like yourself. Do I need to call the doctor?”

Haruhi paused, thinking. “I am myself, Tamaki-senpai. I just don’t feel so… so…” she thought for a moment, looking for the word, “wound up, I guess. I just don’t seem to be focused on the things I usually am. I’m not worried about anything right now. I just am and it feels so nice to just be in my skin and feel what I’m feeling and not having to carefully process through every little thing. I’ve always wondered if your hair is as soft as it looked. I was just too distracted to give it enough attention. Now, I wanted to know if your hair was so soft, so I felt it.” Tamaki thought he could get lost in her soft gaze as she lifted it to his. “Now, I am wondering if your lips are as soft as they look.”

Tamaki could only blink owlishly. “That’s… that’s usually my line.” He sounded almost frightened.

Haruhi bit her lower lip and said nothing. Tamaki expected her to blush or make a joke. He expected her to blow it off. He didn’t expect her to slowly reach out with the pad of her index finger and stroke it gently over his lower lip. He shivered and leaned into her touch. He came closer until he felt her breath on his cheek. He felt more than heard her sigh and her whispered, “Please,” undid him.

His mouth swept down on hers. She felt the urgency behind it, yet the touch was careful, gentle. His lips felt softer against her lips than they even had on her finger. She opened her mouth to tell him so, the tip of his tongue slipped inside. Commentary was forgotten as Haruhi moaned. The sound sent a shiver through Tamaki. Her fingers fisted in his shirt and pulled his lips tighter to hers. His hands slid from her elbows to her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. One hand cupped her cheek; the other traced her shoulder and collarbone, inadvertently causing one strap of her nightdress to fall from her shoulder. His fingers slid against her skin above the line of fabric covering her chest. Her nipples tightened, feeling his touch so near her breasts. What did his chest feel like?

Her hands loosened and felt for the buttons of his shirt. The first came open clumsily, the second and third were easier. He was warm and firm. His chest not as soft as his lips or his hair. Feeling his muscles tighten against her palms made something low in her belly tighten, as well. She slid her hands lower. He gripped her wrists suddenly.

“Haruhi, no.” He was breathing hard. “This… it isn’t right. The pills are making you do things you don’t want to do. I won’t take advantage of you like this.”


Haruhi tilted her head to one side. “You really do go for the prince thing, huh? Chivalry must not be dead. But before you go to the corner to shine your armor, think about this; the meds can’t make me do anything I don’t already want to do, remember? I won’t be barking like a dog. But maybe right now I can say some things and do some things that I have been too afraid to do or too preoccupied to even see that I wanted to. Maybe I need this, Tamaki.” She leaned close. “Maybe this is my only chance to get what I really want. Don’t take that away from me.” Her eyes closed as she rested her forehead against the warmth of his chest. It rose and fell with each of his breaths. “Unless…” she swallowed, “unless you don’t want to. Unless you don’t want me.”

Tamaki’s grip tightened on her wrists. Slowly they released. His hands left hers to land hesitantly on her shoulders. The other strap fell. Tamaki laid a gentle kiss on the back of her head. His whisper sent a shivering breath across her nape, “And you are a silly princess.”

It took no time for his lips to find hers again. It took no time for her to resume her interrupted exploration. Down from his chest. The muscles below his skin giving the occasional quiver as her touch drifted over them. He gave a more noticeable jerk as her fingers fluttered against his sides. She tried again, experimentally. His twitch was more pronounced.

Haruhi pulled her lips from his. “Tamaki?”

He stroked her cheek. “Yes, my princess?”

“Are you ticklish?”

Tamaki’s eyes flashed wide. “No! Of course not! “She heard his jaw creak as he clenched it. “What kind of princely knight is susceptible to the tickles?! What of dignity? How can you suggest such an emasculating thing?!”

“Well, I guess it’s just because when I…” she ran her thumb up the side of his ribs.

She leaned over the side of the bed, contemplating Tamaki as he sprawled on the floor clutching his side protectively. “I’m not sure if that sound you made was more of an ‘eep’ or a ‘teehee’. It was hard to tell as you were falling.” Tamaki didn’t respond, just turned away from her and pulled his knees to his chest.

Her arm stretched out, but she couldn’t quite reach him. “Oh, come back, senpai. I promise I won’t tickle you.”

He glanced suspiciously over his shoulder. “You promise?”

She nodded.

His posture straightened and his legs stretched as he stood and turned. His smile was dazzling as he slid gracefully back onto the bed next to her. His shirt had fallen the rest of the way off as he rejoined her. He was bare to the waist and warm when he embraced her.

He nuzzled up her neck and his whisper tickled in her ear. “As my lady commands. I wouldn’t want to leave you all alone and unhappy up here.” He nipped her earlobe playfully but became more serious as she sucked in a gasp. “Like to be nibbled, hmm?”

Her eyelids fluttered and closed as his attention drifted from her ear to her throat. Nips and licks and nuzzles seemed to send a surging warmth through her. When his fingers traced the side of one of her breasts she thought she might drown in it. She clutched his shoulders her nails biting slightly. His teeth caught the edge of fabric the straps were doing a poor job of holding up. Tamaki’s eyes locked to hers as he tugged gently, asking with his eyes. Haruhi bit her lip and let out a small moan in answer. Well, that appeared to be a yes. The soft peach cloth pulled slowly down. It seemed to drag on her nipples, every gentle tug sending little zaps of desire through her.

Before she had a chance to become self-conscious, Tamaki’s hands covered where her dress had. Gentle pressure left her tipping her head back and releasing a sigh. Haruhi arched into his touch, aching for more. One knee slid between her thighs, careful not to bump her foot. He freed her breasts with a last gentle stroke and nuzzled the shallow valley between them. She clutched his back as his tongue made a lazy sweep along the soft swell. And again, closer to the center. Her nipples tightened into buds as his breath teased across her. Haruhi felt her heart stutter as his hot mouth closed over her. Her fingers mussed his soft hair, clutching him to her. It began with lips and tongue then progressed to grazing teeth and careful nips when Tamaki wondered how she might like nibbling here.

She liked nibbling there. “Oh god.” Her hands clenched and unclenched in his hair. His thigh slid up to press firmly between her thighs. “Oh Gawd.”

Tamaki lifted his head and smiled widely. He shifted his hips gently and slid his other leg next to the first. Her thighs spread wider and she moaned. Tamaki stroked her cheek. “Foot ok? I’m not hurting you?”

Haruhi lifted her head to press a kiss to his lips. “I feel like I’m going to burn up. My foot is the least of what’s on my mind. It feels great. It’s wonderful. Beautiful. Just don’t stop!”

Tamaki returned his nipping attention to her breasts, “Yes, Princess.”

Her hips wriggled enticingly as he swept his hands down to grip them. He nudged her thighs wider and gave her a solid nip as he pressed his hips to hers. She cried out in earnest as she felt the hard length of him through his slacks and her thin satiny nightgown. He held himself to her like that a moment longer. He raised his lips to nuzzle her throat as he allowed his hips to give a small swivel. Haruhi clutched at him in a very enjoyable way, so he tried it again. Her hitching moan was plenty of incentive to continue on. He slid his length against her, kneading her breast with one hand and nibbling wherever his lips could reach.

Tamaki felt himself tighten as Haruhi’s head began to thrash from side to side. Her moans had slowed and she seemed to be holding her breath and then letting it out in a gasping rush. His groans were coming faster as he pressed himself tight to her. She suddenly stilled then arched against him with a stuttering gasp.

“Tamaki!” Her eyelids fluttered as her thighs tightened against him.

She thought she heard him cry her name as well as his grip on her hips tightened and he pressed himself hard against her.

They were both sucking in breaths and feeling their pounding hearts as Tamaki slowly slumped to Haruhi’s side. He was opposite to her injured foot and she was surprised to note it was still propped on the pillows. He laid a tender kiss on her forehead and snuggled his head to her breast. Haruhi groped around, trying not to move Tamaki, until she caught the edge of a blanket. She spread it over them and nuzzled Tamaki’s silky hair and dropped a kiss on his crown. They both sighed contentedly as they drifted to sleep, Tamaki’s hand resting possessively on her breast.

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Tamaki was freshly bathed, dressed, and having a steaming cup of instant coffee when the knock came the following morning. He gave the offending door a very dirty look as he stomped over poutily to answer it. He disengaged the lock and threw it wide. “You’re too early. You shouldn’t be here yet. It’s still my turn.”

Honey cocked his head. Tama-chan looked odd. “But we brought breakfast, ne? Yummy! You can stay and have breakfast with us!”
Mori stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Mori set down the breakfast boxes on the table and caught Tamaki’s eye. “Then, it’s our turn.”
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From Robin: Hope you enjoyed Ch. 2! Ch. 3 is next: Honey and Mori’s night! I can hardly wait! Wish me luck