A Midnight Swim

A Midnight Swim
by Caffeine Burnout

Note: BTW, there doesn't seem to be a sub-category for The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, and I'm only guessing that fics from un-categoried animes go in Misc. So if anybody reading this has the power to make a sub-cat for The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, please set one up. Thank you.
Also, there are a couple of specific references to the anime that may seem a little out there if you've never watched the anime. If these details confuse you, then I apologize.
That being said, read, enjoy, and leave a review!


The table feels cold and hard under my chin, so I fold my arms under my head as I listen to the now-infamous Haruhi Suzumiya type furiously in front of her stolen computer. The entire room is still hot- no, that wouldn’t be the right word. It was hot during lunch. But now- what’s the word for when it’s not hot, but you’re still sweating so hard that you can’t go to bed without all the sheets sticking to you? Muggy, I think. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s right.
“I don’t see why I’m the one doing this- the web site is your responsibility.” Her complaints should fall upon deaf ears, especially considering the circumstances.
It had been early in the morning, first period to be exact, and it really didn’t feel that different from any other. I got there after her today, and the second I walked in, I could tell she’d be in one of her moods.
Now, I’ve known Haruhi long enough to handle her moods. It’s nothing more than a science, really. When she was sad or disappointed, I’d give her my condolences, listen for a bit, and give her her space. When she was mad, pretty much the same thing, only with a lot more listening. And when she was excited, I’d swallow the fear in my throat, and promise to do whatever it was she wanted me to. Those were just the main moods, of course.
And today, it was number three.
I’d figured out that when she was excited, and had a plan in mind, she’d wait till I sat down, and then lead off by making an unclear statement. Then she’d wait for me to reply before giving me the context. I was prepared for this when she poked me in the back of the neck with her pencil.
“Hey Kyon, get in a good nap after school, okay?”
And now, for my part. “What are you talking about?”
She sat back in her seat, and folded her arms across her chest, looking quite proud of herself. “I got us permission to use the clubroom after hours tonight. To make up for our lack of progress, the SOS Brigade’s gonna be pulling it’s first all-nighter!”
I was normally ready for whatever hair-brained scheme she could come up with, but this one demanded a little questioning. Granted, it wasn’t a school night, but an all-nighter? “Wait, slow down, how’d you get permission for this?”
As usual, she ignored me. “I’ll tell the others at lunch. We’ll skip the after school meeting, and get together here at nine o’clock. I pulled some major strings for this, so it better work!”
I let it end there.
Lunch came, and of course, Mikuru, Yuki, and Itsuki all had plans. Instead of rescheduling, Haruhi threatened to make my life a living hell if I didn’t show up.
That’s why I’m in school, in the clubroom, at 11:30 PM. That’s why the deathly summer heat has become deathly summer mugginess. And that’s why I’m not showing Miss Suzumiya any sympathy.
“You’re doing it because this was your idea,” I answer, as she continues to update our severely neglected web site. I look up to see her glaring at me, so I put my head back down.
It hasn’t been that unfruitful of a night- we’d found tons of web sites for unexplained activity already, just nothing local. I’d even found this trippy site which was loaded with information on ghosts, aliens, phenomenon, even evidence of Atlantis, but even that looked boring to her. I’d done all I could think of, really. Maybe she’ll luck out on her own after a while.
“God, it’s hot in here,” she complains, fanning herself with a piece of paper from the printer.
The more appropriate word, as I stated earlier, is 'muggy,' but I’d be better off not saying that out loud. I wonder if she's going to change into her bunny costume again... I’d probably have to leave the room for that, but if I'm going to be here until dawn, it’ll be nice to have something to look at.
A while later, with no sign of the bunny suit being brought out, I’m finally giving up on this meeting, so I might as well to go to sleep for a bit. We aren’t going to accomplish anything anyway- We would have already.
I almost think she was waiting for me to do that, because as soon as my eyes are closed, she bolts from her chair and slams both hands down on the other side of the table. It actually startles me so bad that I jump backwards, the chair toppling over underneath me, sending the back of my head like a bullet to the hard wood floor. I sit up groggily, let the stars clear from my eyes, and rub a bump on the back of my head that feels oddly like a golf ball. I get to my feet, all patience for this psycho gone. “Hey, what the hell’s your problem?”
She looks back at me casually, making it look almost as if she hadn’t just made me crack my head open. “It’s too hot in here. Let’s continue the meeting somewhere else.”
First of all, it’s muggy, and wait, what meeting? Hell, she can call it one, but we’re not even talking about anything! And where else, that we have access to, could possibly be any cooler?
Before I can tell her that I’m going home, she grabs me by the wrist, and dashes out of the clubroom, carrying me in tow like a little rag doll. We make it down two stretches of hallways before I’m able to twist myself out of her grasp, and slow to a halt. “All right, already, but can we just walk? Of our own free will?”
She rolls her eyes, but continues on walking, which gives me time to wonder where she could possibly have in mind. I know at this point she’s not going to tell me directly, so what choice do I have but to follow? I’ll find out anyhow, it’s just a matter of time.
Aside from all of that “she could destroy the earth with but a wish” bullshit, why do I suffer this girl?
‘
With our trek through the school finally coming to a halt, I find myself in front of the gymnasium doors. The locked gymnasium doors. Locked, meaning we can’t get in. We can’t get in, meaning there’s nowhere cooler to work. Nowhere cooler to work, meaning this ungodly meeting can finally come to a decisive end!
I shrug, and give her a challenging glance. “So, what now?”
She met the glance with a smug little wink that could either boil a man’s blood or capture his heart. “Now, you learn to have a little more faith in me.” She reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a key. I gape in awe as it fits into the lock, and turns with ease in her adorable little hand. I don’t know who she had to extort for it, or how she did it, and I really don’t want to know.
The doors slide open, and she shoots me a taunting smile of her own, before wandering in. “Where exactly in the gym are we going?” I carefully ask as I follow along behind her.
“The swimming room, of course.” At the west side of the gym, she jogs up two sets of stair, leading us right to the doors to the school pool. These, too, are opened with ease by Haruhi’s pilfered(?) set of keys.
As if sensing my confusion, Haruhi turns around, and proudly shows off a ring of keys to the school. “If you’re wondering, I got these about a year ago from the janitor. It was either this, or I’d show his wife the video.”
I don’t ask “What video?” It’s one of the many questions I’d rather leave unanswered.
For example, if she has keys to the school, how can I be sure that she really got permission to hold the meeting tonight? And how much trouble she’ll get me into if we’re caught?
When I enter the swimming room, I put all of my questions on hold. It really is much cooler in here, and the air from the pool smells quite refreshing. I don’t know if we’d get any work done in here, but it would certainly be a nice place to hang out and relax for a while.
As I turn to congratulate her on her choice of work area, I see her placing her backpack on a bench along the edge of the pool. I hadn’t even noticed she was carrying it, but whatever. “Well, provided that we don’t get arrested for trespassing, I think I’m gonna enjoy this arrangement. How’d you think of it?”
She came back to a spot near where I was standing, and shrugged. “Just felt like taking a dip, I guess.”
She starts to unbutton the top half of her uniform, and I almost freak, until I realize that she probably has a swimsuit on under her clothes. Or, perhaps in her backpack. By the time she’s stripped herself down to her underwear, I realize that I’m wrong, at least about the former. I’m still not going to freak out, though- Haruhi Suzumiya in her underwear, without caring who’s around? It’s a more common sight than you’d think. It’s another one of the many things I’ve gotten used to. “What, are you going to swim in those? You’ll regret it when they’re drying.”
“Huh?” Haruhi just gives me a look like the one she gave me when we first met. A look that’s saying ‘What kind of moron are you?’ “Who says I need to in the first place?” Looking me square in the face, without a hint of hesitation, she reaches behind her back and unhooks her gray bra. I’m too stunned to look away as it slides down her soft arms, and hits the floor at her feet with a softer thud. I pan back up, the same way a cow would look up at an oncoming train, to see the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve seen in my entire life. I’d imagined them many times before, mainly whenever she’d wear the bunny costume, and they look exactly as I’d imagined them. Somewhere in the C-cup range... perky, probably firm... With nipples that-
Wait, what am I doing here?! This is insane! If my legs could move right now, I’d have already run for the door! I finally pull myself together enough to cover my eyes and turn around, allowing her at least some form of privacy. Oh, man- I try to close my eyes, but all I can see is Haruhi’s perfect rack, staring back at me like a pair of juicy looking eyes! I’m already sweating like a pervert over this!
I mean, it’s not like I’ve never seen a girl topless before- I’ve seen it in a ton of movies, magazines, some porno, walking in on my cousin changing when I was nine- so this really wasn’t that much different, right? Of course, there’s no real comparison when the boobs I just saw were real, unpaid, and not related to me... And they were Haruhi’s...
Behind me, I hear a splash, and although I hesitate, I know it’s safe to turn around. I can see her head poking out of the water, but thank god, the water itself distorts my view of anything else. I’d have a heart attack if it didn’t.
On the floor where she’d been standing, I see her pile of clothes, strewn around like the contents of a messy bedroom. Her school uniform lies in a heap alongside her plain gray bra and- and a pair of white panties? God damn it, she was serious about this!
The backpack looks exactly the same as when she set it down. Well, that blows my “swimsuit in her bag” theory. She’s definitely naked in there.
“Well?” Came an impatient voice from the pool. “Are you coming in or not?”
As if I haven’t had enough shocks today, did she just ask me to come in? As in strip naked and get in the pool with the girl I’d been secretly fantasizing about, and hiding it very well if I may say so myself, who has already stripped naked? This is too much for me... I’m the only guy who knows about this, and yet every guy I know is still going to kill me for turning down the offer they’d give their left nuts for! I’m sorry, Haruhi, but I’m going to-
“Look Kyon,” she demands, interrupting my thoughts of dashing out the door. “You’re one fifth of the greatest team ever assembled, now start acting like it, before I kick your ass!”
Looking at that beautiful face sticking up above the waves, I know one thing I should have known from the beginning, and that I should never forget- Haruhi’s always dead serious.
There’s no way out of this one. I undress out of my school uniform, kicking it over to a spot separate from her pile. I can already feel her approving grin while I nervously run my fingers along the top of my briefs. Now, to be honest, I’d have them off by now, except for a tiny problem... Not that it’s tiny, but it’s still a problem. What happens to a guy who’s about to skinny dip with a cute girl who's been right in front of him for several months? Yeah, you guessed it.
In one fowl swoop, I push my briefs to my ankles, and step out of them. I can already see Haruhi’s grin widen at the sight of my erection, but I don’t give her long to look at it. Not bothering to kick my briefs over to the rest of my shedded clothing, I dive into the pool, hitting the surprisingly warm water head first.
As I find myself underwater, I remember what else I might see down there. I hurriedly close my eyes, to avoid getting overly excited- Seriously, I’d probably end up drowning- and head for the surface. When I finally break the surface of the water, and look around for Haruhi, I find that... where is she? She was treading water in this very pool not a moment ago, so where the hell could she be now?
“Haruhi? Where’d you go?”
Instead of getting an answer, I feel a cold hand wrapping itself around my still swollen member. I scream, first out of shock, and then out of embarrassment. Is that Haruhi? What the hell’s she doing?! What the hell’s she thinking?!
The hand lets go, and I quickly scan the surface of the water, furiously looking for her shape beneath it.
I hear her breaking the surface behind me, but before I can look, she makes good on her promise to kick my ass- literally. The impact sends me maybe five feet forward, struggling to right myself. When I do turn around, I see her grinning near the edge- That’s how she put that much power into her kick! She was pushing off against the wall!
As I continue to float away from her, she leaves the wall, and starts paddling towards me. “I’m impressed, Kyon. I never expected you to do it.”
“I had to, to avoid getting my ass kicked,” I answer, wincing as I feel the feet-mark on my butt. “Didn’t seem to work, though.”
“You saw my boobs,” she explains. “That’s conduct unbecoming of an SOS Brigade Soldier. The kick seemed fair- If you hadn’t come in after me, your sentence would have been increased to capital punishment.”
“You showed them to me,” I correct. Seriously, being blamed for situations like this can get really annoying.
“And you didn’t look away. You’ve been spared up until now, because you normally leave the room.”
“You didn’t seem to mind much.”
She shrugs her bare shoulders slightly. “That’s irrelevant. Discpline’s dealt for the sake of discipline.”
Discipline, huh? Well, if I get a penalty for seeing her naked, it really should work both ways, shouldn’t it? “I agree,” I say to her. I reel my arm back, and deliver a splash like a miniature hurricane katrina into her face.
She stares at me in silence for a moment afterwards, then leans back and kicks her feet next to my head, hitting me with a barrage of retributory splashes.
Our battled continues for what seems like over an hour- but it’s probably more along the lines of ten minutes. It goes from competition to a simple game, and from there, mindless fun. At one point between splashes, I look up from her breasts- which I’m happy to say have been occasionally popping up out of the water- and I look into her eyes... I don’t think I’ve seen her this happy since we were trapped in her dream world together. The moment cools for me, as I move back, out of her range. She must see the look on my face, because she stops too, and looks at me, confused.
Like a baseball bat full of affection, the details of that dream coming flooding back to me... mainly the ending, the one time we’ve been together that I actually... the memory of her lips against mine comes back to me so fiercely that it gets me thinking, this would be the perfect time to do it again.
Putting on the most serious face I have to hide the nervous breakdown I’m having on the inside, I swim towards Haruhi Suzumiya, and for once our roles have been reversed. I have something in mind that she doesn't know about, and she’s the one who’s nervous about it.
She backs up against the pool wall, as I meet her there, and place my hands on her shoulders. “Kyon... What are you doing, you idiot...” She whispers the words that have been screamed at me several times before. I close the distance, and I kiss her.
For what seems like five full minutes, neither of us move. But before long, she tilts her head to the side, and begins to kiss me back, letting her soft lips graze mine. I place my right hand behind her head, running it through her chestnut hair. This kiss is doubtlessly meant to be an innocent one, but I can’t help feeling excited at the fact that her breasts are pressed against my chest, and I’m sure she’s noticed my penis rubbing against her stomach.
When we finally break apart for air, there’s so many things I’d like to say to her. I’d like to tell her love her, although it’s way too soon. I’d like to tell her that I want her, or something as simple as to compliment her hair. She says only one thing, and it’s the only thing that needs to be said.
“Penalty.”
Up until now, my left hand has still been on her shoulder. She grabs it by the wrist, and guides it downward. It glides over her breast, and I can feel her nipple moving between my fingers. Leaving this glorious mound, my hand travels further down her flat tummy, to it’s destination. I can feel my hand being tickled by her pubic hair, and somewhere in the back of my mind I feel minorly relieved. I’m not a real fan of the shaved look.
I feel her squirming at my touch, especially as her hand guides mine to a tiny bump in the center of her vagina. Even in the water, I can still feel it getting moist under my touch. As I continue to explore, while staying strictly within her guidelines, I look up to her face and see her with her eyes closed, her lower lip trapped in her jaws. She’s doing the one thing I never expected her to do for anybody. She’s surrendering herself to me.
She lets go of my hand, and lets me explore her myself- For once, I’m not nervous. I can still tell, by watching her face and listening to her soft whispers, whether or not I’m on the right track. Eventually, I decide to leave the area of her clitoris, and place two of my fingers inside of her, causing her to gasp at the delightful surprise. I move my other hand down to play with her hardened nipple, and dip my face forward, catching her trembling lips with mine. She parts her lips, and I feel every moan she has inside of her as I add another finger to my arsenal, almost immediately pushing her over the edge. She clenches and intensifies around my probing fingers, and she breaks the kiss, grunting as I can see her hands moving along the wall behind her arching back, looking for something to grab onto. I keep my fingers in her, feeling every sensation as she climaxes, and calms around them.
I watch her with reverence as she relaxes against the wall of the pool, catching her breath. She looks so peaceful, so happy. It’s like she’s not even the Haruhi I’m used to. Yet, no sooner do I think this then she opens her eyes, and shows me the same Haruhi fire that I’m already so used to seeing within them. She places her hands under my arms and pulls me towards her, and kisses me heatedly. Without pausing to allow the slightest opposition, her tongue works it’s way between my lips, and probes along my teeth. I use my own tongue to massage hers, until our mouths eventually part.
She collapses back against the wall, and smiles at me excitedly. She’s loving this, even though I can tell she’s a little exhausted. I can’t help but muse upon how she wants her life to be more interesting, and this definitely fits the bill.
“I guess this means I owe you,” she comments through her labored breath.
I guess this means it’s my turn to be smug, too. I give her my best cocky grin. “You bet your ass it does.”
She frowns playfully, and places her fist on my jaw, as if pretending to punch my lights out. While I give her another quick kiss, she puts her hand on me, in the same place it was when I first jumped in. Oh, man... Any second now, Haruhi Suzumiya’s going to be giving me a hand job in the school pool. The idea is sending chills up my spine. I hadn’t imagined, when Haruhi told me we’d be pulling an all-nghter, that it would lead us to this.
I close my eyes, and wait for her hand to start moving. Instead, she lets go, grabs my shoulders, and pushes herself up about a foot. Why? For what purpose? But when she pulls me against her and starts to lower herself back down, her intentions become clear to me. She frees a hand, and positions my tip right between her legs, where her treasure awaits me.
“Be gentle, please- I don’t think I need to tell you why.”
Her first time, huh? What a coincidence, mine too. And come to think of it, there’s no other way I could ask for it to happen. “I get it. And I promise.”
She kisses me again, as she lowers herself a little further, placing just my tip into her- and back out. She continues this a couple of times, getting deeper each time, as millions of thoughts go through my head about where I am, where we’re joined, and what we’re doing. She then pulls me out all the way, breaks the kiss, and says “Do it harder this time. Fast.”
I’ve been doing really good this far, but now I AM getting a little nervous. It’s supposed to hurt the first time, at least that’s what I hear. But how badly? Is there a way to do it wrong? What if I really hurt her?
Trusting her instincts, I let her put me where I’m supposed to go. I dig inside a little, just to be certain, and let one more lingering moment pass before I thrust forward with my hips, tearing her virgin wall down. She lets out a pained yelp, and clutches me to the point where I can’t breathe. I can see a little bit of blood starting to float around me. The blood almost freaks me out even more, until I feel her start to move on her own, up and down my shaft. In that moment, I lose all of my worries.
I grab the edge of the pool, to keep us from going under. She moves herself up and down on me, in and out, while I buck in opposition from below, causing her breasts to bounce above and below the water from the movement. I catch her in another kiss, more passionate even than the one before, and our lips move with each other wildly as the pleasure between us continues to grow, fueling our emotions, fueling our hips, fueling my love... That’s right... My love for her. I see the expression on her face, I feel the taste of her lips, the taste of her tongue, the feel of myself inside of her, the scratches of her nails on my back, and I’m loving it... Loving her... I’m in love with Haruhi Suzumiya.
As I come across this joyful revelation, my now-lover wraps her legs around my waist, and begins to move faster, harder. I respond in kind, as she lets go of my lips and cries out loud, beating me to her second orgasm.
Feeling her tense around me, and her grip on me tightening, I know I’m not far off. Not giving a single thought to whether or not I’m wearing a condom, I thrust harder myself, as the feeling I’ve been suppressing grows stronger. My breath becomes heavy, labored, as I start to move faster, gasping for air until I finally explode. I reach my limit, and collapse against her. She doesn’t seem to mind the fact that I’m squashing her against the pool wall. From the look on her face, she enjoys the feeling of me orgasming inside of her.
I eventually come to a stop, and pull myself out of her, but she doesn’t seem to mind all that much. Judging from the serene look on her face, I’d guess she’s off in her own little world right now. Ironically, at times, that’s the best place for her to be.
Right now I’m kinda worrying about us not using a condom, but it really shouldn't matter. Knowing Haruhi, whether or not she wants to get pregnant because of this, her wish for her desired outcome should be so strong that the use/absence of a condom would be futile.
Anyway, I’m not entirely sure whether or not she’s consciously listening to me, so I lean against the wall next to her, in hopes that she will. “I know you probably think it’s a boring, everyday human concept, but can I tell you that I love you?”
She must be sleepy, because she only really heard that last part. “I love you too,” she replied lazily.
‘
I stayed there with her for about another half hour, cuddling her a bit, and talking to her about nothing... Surprisingly nothing about aliens, espers, or time travelers... But I eventually had no choice but to disturb her. It had to be around four o’clock. She fought tooth and nail for the right to stay in the water together, side by side, and maybe even fall asleep together, but as I explained to her, that was a luxury we just couldn’t afford. I knew it wasn’t a school night, but I had no idea whether or not there’d be anybody like a teacher or maybe even a janitor coming in on weekends. It was risky, as she reluctantly agreed, so we got out of the pool, dried off- at which point I had ample opportunity to see things I hadn’t let myself see when she’d undressed in the first place- We put our clothes back on, and ended the otherwise fruitless meeting. I walked her home, and then returned to my respective home, to start the weekend.
I didn’t really see Haruhi at all during the weekend.
The only person I ran into was Itsuki, who I had lunch with. He asked how the meeting went, but I didn’t elaborate past the point of saying it went fine. Sure he’s somewhat psychic, but thank god he can’t read minds, right?
First thing Monday, I was afraid that Haruhi might not be in class, but she was there, like always. She said hi to me when I sat down, but she didn’t really say anything else. Now, remember how said I'd learned to handle her moods? Well, she was in a new one today, and everybody but me seemed pretty freaked out by it. She was quiet, but she didn’t seem pissed off or upset. Yeah, I had a pretty good idea what the reason was, but a lot of other kids looked kinda nervous.
If that silence was a loss of energy, she got it back by the end of the day.
So we get to where I am now, sitting once again in the clubroom, waiting for Haruhi to grace us with her presence. Yuki had been there first, like always, and was too busy with another book to even look up. Unlike Mikuru or Itsuki, there’s a good chance she knows what Haruhi and I had been up to, what with her nigh-omnipotent presence and all. The other two are probably far more oblivious.
Mikuru, for example, is too busy complaining fearfully to Itsuki and myself about some costume Haruhi said she was going to buy her over the weekend.
At the front of the room, the door slams open, meaning it was time for the SOS Brigade’s founder to lead the club’s activities.
“Hello, everyone!” She cries out cheerfully, as she walks in, carrying a large flat box under her arm. Everyone gives her their respective greetings, myself included, as she approaches Mikuru with that evil smile of hers. “Ditch the nurse outfit- You’re wearing this from now on.”
Mikuru nervously takes the box, peers inside, and looks up at Haruhi with a face of sheer horror. “Wh-Wh-Wh-What is it?”
“You’ll just have to find out, Miss Asahina!” Haruhi asks, before shooting Itsuki and me a death look. Instinctively, we leave the club room, only coming back in when the sounds of Mikuru struggling with Haruhi die down. We come back in to see Mikuru dressed up like- a teacher. She looks embarrassed, but not as much as she had been in the past. It was a skin tight outfit, but it wasn’t cut too low, and the skirt wasn’t too high. It was almost like Haruhi decided to take it easy on her.
“Teachers, a major fetish in this country! You’ve seen how fan nerds went crazy for Quistis Trepe in Final Fantasy, right? Well those same fans are bound to contact the SOS Brigade now!”
Oh, man... Same Haruhi, as always.
“Excuse me,” Itsuki pipes up, “If you’re doing another all-nighter this Friday, I’ll be free for this one.”
“Oh, me too,” Mikuru adds.
Yuki doesn’t say anything. Yup, she knows. good thing she’s not the type to peep and tell.
“No can do,” Haruhi answered. “You weren’t at the first one, so you won’t be at the future ones.” She sits back down, as Itsuki and Mikuru begin express their confusion at this. “Besides, I get a lot of work done when it’s just Kyon and me.” She looks over to me, and gives me a thumbs up. “Show up, or I’ll kill you.”
By that, she means she wants to see me again, just like on friday night. She’s not really threatening me, she’s just disguising her request so that nobody’ll suspect what she’s really asking for.
Right?

The End