My Choice

Chapter 6

Haruhi awoke to the sound of thunder rumbling outside. Groaning, she rolled over, unexpectedly colliding with Hikaru's bare chest. As she cracked her eyes open, she was greeted with the sight of Hikaru's slim, lightly toned chest rising and falling as he slept. His arms were wound tight around her, holding her in place. Haruhi smiled before placing a gentle, loving kiss on his collarbone. Her lips remained there, her nose breathing in the natural scent of his skin; lavender, musk, and the hint of soap. Haruhi pressed her face into his chest, intoxicated by the sensual and calming scent of Hikaru.

Raising a leg, she twined it in between Hikaru's legs. A blush rose to her cheeks as she felt… dirty in between her legs. Haruhi pulled gently out of her Hikaru's arms, placing her pillow in the place of her body.

Haruhi stumbled around in the dimly lit room, the candle slowly dying out as the seconds passed. She found the phone Hikaru and Kaoru gave her and turned it on, using the soft light to guide her to the bathroom. Thankfully the water was still up and running. Stripping, Haruhi turned on the faucet and waited for the tub to fill with warm water.

After sticking her toe into the water, Haruhi deemed it slightly too hot, but slid in anyways, welcoming the stinging feeling over her body until her skin became used to the heat.

Haruhi lay in the small tub, her muscles relaxing slowly. She had been so tense lately. She had exams coming up and had barely studied for them. With the Host Club activities and Hikaru's constant need to be with her… she just had no time to study. Not that she minded being with her friends and going out with her boyfriend, she just cared about passing slightly more. After all, if she wasn't top of the class, she would have to leave Ouran Academy. She just couldn't bring herself to tell Hikaru she needed a break from their constant dates, knowing how sensitive he was.

Her mind was racing, thinking over equations, important dates in history, Hikaru's lips on hers.

Haruhi blinked. That last thought was very unexpected. She just wanted to enjoy her time in the dark bathroom, relaxing in the bath and mentally study for her exams. However, once the image of Hikaru kissing her entered her mind, many others did as well. She thought about how his lips would trail down her jaw before pressing against her neck. Images passed in her mind, showing her that handsome face twisting up in pleasure as she touched him.

White teeth caught her pink bottom lip as she trailed her hand up to her breasts, sighing as more images of their past trysts flashed throughout her mind. Haruhi moaned softly as a finger dipped deep inside of her. In her mind's eye, Hikaru was in the tub with her, hovering above her with his fingers thrusting quickly, harshly, deeply inside of her. Haruhi cried out softly as the image of Hikaru pulling her hips up out of the water and ducking his head in between her legs swelled in her brain. That was something Hikaru had never done, and Haruhi- fingers spreading and thrusting- wondered what it would be like. "Hika… Oh…"

"So this is what happens when I fall asleep, huh?"

Haruhi jumped as she heard Hikaru's voice in her ear, his breath skimming down her neck. "H-Hikaru!" She quickly pulled her hand away and hid it behind her back, as if she was trying to hide what she had just been doing.

Hikaru smirked and nipped her neck, "Continue. I want to watch."

Haruhi's face reddened as she watched Hikaru sit down on the toilet, eyes darkened with want and focused solely on her. The flickering candlelight added an eerie glow to his face, his eyes, giving his handsome features the dark glow of a predator.

Shaky fingers climbed down her creamy thigh before delving back inside, restarting the pleasure and pressure that had once been there. Haruhi moaned, half-lidded eyes glued to Hikaru's dark face. The sudden movement of Hikaru's hand sliding underneath his boxers- wait, weren't those her father's?- caused a groan to leave her lips. Why was it fair that Hikaru could watch her pleasure herself but her view was blocked by his- her father's- boxers?