Poor Haruhi

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Poor Haruhi

Ch.3 Honey’s and Mori’s night

Tamaki didn’t seem particularly interested in the Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream. He fussed and pouted until Honey commented that Tamaki was acting weird and would probably wake up Haruhi when she was trying to sleep.

Mori’s eyes snapped up. “She needs rest.”

“And it’s our turn now.” Honey whined.

Tamaki sighed, “If she asks for me… you’ll call me, though. Right?”

Honey bounced over and tugged Tamaki by the hand, leading him to the front door. “It’s fine, Tama-chan! We’ll take great care of Haru-chan.”

Tamaki found himself outside the door, looking in on a smiling Honey and Mori puttering around the kitchen looking for syrup. “We know just what she needs! She’ll be happy and well!” Honey pressed Tamaki’s overnight bag into his hands. “Bye!” Honey swung the door shut with a snap and a click of the lock, cutting off whatever Tamaki had just opened his mouth to say.

Honey tiptoed through the apartment and peeked in Haruhi’s door. She needed rest, but she needed food to keep her strength, as well. “Haruuuuu-chan?” Honey whispered.

There was a groan from the bed as the covers shifted. Honey crept in further. His eyes peeked over the edge of the bed. He reached out slowly with one finger and gave the Haruhi-shaped lump a poke. “Haru-chan? Haru?” Poke.

The cover flew back and the bed’s occupant sat bolt upright. The meager light was behind her casting most of her face in shadow. Her hair stuck in all directions and red marks from the pillow creased her face. “mmm up. Kay. Senpai.”

Honey shrieked and bolted for the door. Mori had just stepped in. Honey scurried up him like a monkey. “Scary!”

There was fumbling by the bed until Haruhi found the light switch. She clicked it on and rubbed her eyes blearily. “Honey-senpai? Is that you?” She wiped one hand down her face as though it would sweep away her sleepiness. It did wipe the last of the fading red streaks from her pillow. A quick hand through her wild hair sent it from medusa to tousled. She blinked sleepily and yawned. “Oh, hi, guys. You came?” She smiled drowsily, “To take care of me?”
“Cute!” Honey squeaked. As quickly as he had left, he was back at her side. Honey squeezed her tight and nuzzled into her shoulder. He seemed to have pulled Mori along with him, so he was included in the cuddle. Honey beamed at her, Haruhi was a little dazzled by it all. “Do I smell waffles?” She asked.

Mori nodded and shifted from a hug to a lift and carried her easily to the kitchen. Honey zipped in front of them to arrange a pillow to make Haruhi’s foot comfortable.

“The doctor said it doesn’t have to be elevated all the time now. Just that first day I was home. I can have it down as long as it doesn’t swell.” Haruhi said as the boys fussed to get her comfortable.

“But this way it won’t get bumped accidentally.” Honey said seriously as he dug through some drawers. “Aha! Found one!” He held up a patterned apron with a heart on the front. He pulled it on and tied a floppy bow behind him as he marched over to the delicious-smelling boxes. Mori had laid out places at the table for the three of them. Honey announced he was the head chef as he opened the first box with a flourish. He grinned as he forked hot waffles onto their plates. “Ok, maybe Takashi found the restaurant on the way over here. But it was my idea to get the waffles!”

Honey spooned strawberries over their waffles with a few extra scoops for himself. Mori and Haruhi declined the whipped cream, Honey was more than happy to plop theirs on his own. It ended up looking like a fluffy mountain on a waffle island. Haruhi was hungrier than she had realized as they all dug into their breakfast. Mori glanced at the clock and got up. When he came back he had Haruhi’s pill for her. Right on time.

“Thank you, Mori-senpai. I would have forgotten.” She took the medicine and sighed contentedly. She was pleasantly full. Honey was finishing the waffles and strawberries she’s been too full to eat . “I think I might go back to bed, if you guys don’t mind. I’m still sleepy.” She craned her neck, searching the room. “Where did my crutches go this time?”

She froze as she was gently lifted into the air. Mori’s strong arms supported her under her knees and shoulders. Mori’s cheeks betrayed a blush as Haruhi relaxed into his arms and rested her cheek against him. “Or, you know, this works.”

Honey zipped ahead of them to straighten the bed and fold back the covers. Mori gently slid Haruhi in and Honey fluffed the covers around her. Mori clicked off the light as Haruhi’s eyes began to close. “Hey, sorry I’m so much… trouble.” The last word was little more than a sigh. Honey looked ready to wake her up to argue that she was no trouble. Mori shook his head once. Let her sleep. The boys tiptoed out, leaving the door open a crack so they could hear if she needed them.


Haruhi slept through lunch, but woke with an appetite for supper. Mori delivered her to the table and back to her bed after. The only trouble came when Mori was determined to carry her into the bathroom. Honey wanted to help, but was afraid of being in there with the door closed. Haruhi finally convinced them she was, indeed, capable of doing this on her own. They still hovered around the door, ready to jump to her rescue should she need them.

When she came out without incident she looked sideways at them, “I’m glad I didn’t need you to save me from the toilet. I would have no self-respect left.”

But she smiled again when Mori lifted her. His arms were becoming comfortable to her, she cuddled her cheek easily into his shoulder. She was quickly settled back into bed. As Mori released her Haruhi shivered. Honey noticed and fluffed the blankets up around her. “Better?” He asked.

Haruhi wiggled deeper into the blankets to try to get cozy, but she had to shake her head. When Mori had let her go, she had felt chilled. “It’s probably just the medicine making me feel weird. It’s ok. It’s not that bad.” She pulled the covers up to her throat but they saw her shiver again. Mori’s eyebrows pulled together in concern. Honey cocked his head to the side then smiled. The little blonde jumped into the air and landed next to Haruhi with a bounce. Haruhi blinked in surprise as Honey burrowed under the sheets and blankets. His face quickly popped up next to hers on the pillow. He threw one leg over hers and wrapped his arm around her.

“Better?” Honey asked.

Where Honey was pressed against her a delicious warmth seemed to radiate. “Wow, that half of me is all nice and toasty now. Thanks, Honey-senpai. Maybe you can switch to the other side later.”

Honey shot Mori a look. Mori nodded decisively. In a flash, he had whipped back the covers, slipped in next to Haruhi, and flipped the covers back up. He fit his long body against her, one leg sliding to cover hers. An arm draped over her ribs, under her breasts. His head was above hers on the pillow, he rested a cheek against her hair.

“Even better?” Honey asked.

Haruhi gave a little wiggle to free her hands. She placed one on Honey’s at her hip, the other over Mori’s below her chest. “Oh, that feels wonderful. You both are so warm.” She turned her head to be face to face with Honey. His eyes were glowing with happiness that was so sweet she couldn’t seem to keep herself from moving forward that little bit to plant a kiss on his nose.

Honey’s smile widened. “Another! Can I have another, Haru-chan?”

Haruhi didn’t see why not. She tipped her head forward again toward his nose. Honey’s smile slipped away as he turned his face up that little bit more. Haruhi found her lips lower than the intended target. Honey’s lips were warm and smooth against hers. She felt his tongue slip out and touch the seam of her lips. He pulled back and his smile was in place again. Her tongue touched where his had been.

“You taste like strawberries, Haru-chan!” Honey sounded delighted by the discovery.

“You taste like whipped cream.” She rubbed her nose against his. Honey’s happiness was contagious.

“Takashi’s turn!” Honey announced.

Haruhi turned her face to Mori. “You want a turn?” She asked.

A flush stained his cheeks, but Mori only hesitated a moment before nodding. “Mmmhmm.”

Haruhi landed a quick one on his nose. She looked into his eyes as she brought her lips to his. His lips were as warm as Honey’s but not as plump and smooth. It was Haruhi’s tongue that ran along the seam of his lips. Mori’s hand gripped hers a little tighter as his tongue crept to meet hers. Haruhi let out a sigh and relaxed into the kiss as she had relaxed into his arms. It was warm and sweet and comforting. He went along with whatever she was doing and never pressed for more. An excited flush had crept into Haruhi’s cheeks by the time they pulled back to catch their breaths.

“Strawberries.” Mori said and nodded.

“Yeah, you too.” Haruhi smiled and kissed his chin.

Honey’s fingers were drawing lazy circles on her hip. “Can I show you something fun, Haru-chan?”

“Sure, Honey-senpai. What is it?”

“I want to cuddle!”

Mori and Honey exchanged a look. Mori nodded and pulled back a little from Haruhi.

“Yay!” Honey grinned and disappeared under the covers.

Mori propped his head on one hand and watched Haruhi. She just looked vaguely confused at first as she felt Honey wriggle closer to her. He was almost lying on top of her with his legs tucked up. She was still warm, so she didn’t protest. She remembered often seeing Honey in a similar position when he was cuddling on the laps of his favored customers.

Then he began to cuddle. It was little wiggles and shifts. It actually felt… nice. Almost like a gentle massage. He nuzzled here and squirmed there. He shifted and rolled, always being ever so careful of her injury.

“Is it fun, Haru-chan?” Honey giggled.

“Sure.” Haruhi patted him awkwardly on the head. “I’m all toasty now. Thanks, senpai.”

Honey grinned. “Oh, I’m not done! That was just a warm up. Tell me if you ever want me to stop, kay?”

Haruhi shrugged and nodded. “Goody!” Honey squeaked and began to cuddle again. It was just a little different now, though. Before, Honey’s snuggles left her feeling warm and cuddly. Now, where he touched left a kind of tingle behind. It was like he was touching her just a little differently, but the change made a difference in her perception. She could feel her skin under her clothes. She felt more sensitive. His cuddles began to feel more like caresses as he wriggled. His wrist slipped along one hip and down her thigh. His cheek nuzzled her throat. The back of his hand grazed the underside of one breast.

Haruhi gasped. “Honey-senpai?”

Honey looked up, “Do you… do you want me to stop?”

Haruhi took a breath, her chest rising and falling. “No… don’t stop.”

Honey clapped his hands. “Yay!” He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight. He didn’t lift his face as he said, “I just want you to feel nice, Haru-chan. When you got hurt… and then I could see you were having pain at the hospital. It was just awful.” Honey shook his head and she saw him shake off glistening tears. “I never want you to feel like that again. I always want you to feel wonderful.”

He rolled on top of her and curled up like a cat. She stroked his hair as he cuddled up. She thought he ought to feel heavy, but he didn’t. He had comfortably distributed his weight. There was slightly more pressure in a few areas. She felt the pressure low on her belly, answering a tightening inside her. He touched her more below and beside her breasts, leaving her nipples tingling. He seemed to know just how to touch, where, and when. It amazed her. An image rose in Haruhi’s mind of Honey easily beating the men at Kyoya’s jungle park. Honey had hit with careful precision and timing. Every blow calculated for greatest effect. Was this the other side of that? Was there more than just fighting Honey could do with his martial arts skills?

Thinking was replaced with feeling as Honey shifted again. One hand trailed down her throat. The other had reached down and was snaking up her thigh. An energy was coiling inside her, it wound tighter and tighter as his left hand descended toward her breast and his right crept to the inside of her thigh. Her hands fluttered as she moaned. Something was happening inside her. A strong grip lifted her hands above her head and pinned them to the pillow. Mori was sitting up, watching her face as he held her hands immobile.

“It’s ok.” Mori murmured. And Haruhi knew it was.

The tension tripped tighter and tighter as Honey’s fingers found her collarbones, then the top of her breast. His other hand reached the inside of her thighs and nudged her legs apart. She felt the warmth of his hands through her comfy pajama pants and top. Her back arched and she moaned. Almost there. Almost. His fingers found her nipple and the apex of her thighs at the same moment. His hands danced in a complex movement that brought her, gasping and struggling. She moaned and squirmed as she was flooded with sensation. She’d swear she even saw stars. Her moans finally eased and her shudders relaxed. She had been glad for Mori’s strong hands anchoring her. She was afraid she might have hurt someone with her flailing about. Mori carefully released her, but her arms felt so heavy and relaxed she doubted she could have moved if she’d wanted to.

Happiness floated from Honey like perfume. He gave her another big hug and sighed contentedly. He cuddled in close and rested his cheek against her breast. “There,” he said, “that’s better.”

Haruhi felt his breaths slow and deepen. He occasionally gave her a little squeeze where his arms were wrapped around her. Mori shifted next to her and she opened her eyes. He was looking tenderly down at them.

“He’s asleep. Hmm. It’s past his bedtime.”

Haruhi glanced at the clock. “Jeez, he goes to bed early.”

Mori only nodded and leaned over to gather up the sleepy blonde. They had set up cots for themselves near Haruhi’s bed, so they would be there if she needed help in the night. Mori stepped carefully to the one set up with bunny blankets and a fluffy pillow. He settled Honey in and tucked Usa the bunny in Honey’s arms. Honey mumbled and cuddled Usa-chan tight, giving the rabbit a little squeeze like he had squeezed Haruhi moments before. Soon, Honey seemed to be sleeping contentedly.

Mori turned back to Haruhi’s bed as she said his name.

“Please, Mori-senpai.” She pulled the blankets closer. “I’m cold again.”

It was only a few steps to the bed. Only a few moments were needed to flip back the blankets and slide in next to Haruhi. Time seemed to slow, though, as she curled up to him. Her palm rested on his chest, her cheek on his shoulder, her face tipped to see his. She lifted her hand to run a finger down his jaw line.

“I’m not sleepy, Mori-senpai.”

He murmured noncommittally.

She bit her lip and released it. “Maybe,” her gaze slid up to his. “Maybe you need another turn?”

He was quiet so long, she thought he would ignore her. But finally his lips quirked up on one side as he said, “Yeah, definitely.”

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Note from Robin: This section turned out longer than I thought, so I think I will give Mori a section of his own. I think he deserves some attention, don’t you? Thanks!