Foreign Language
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Itsuki smiled at Suzumiya, a bored frown gracing her features as she paced back and forth across the room. The "dream" incident had happened only a few days before, and so the charismatic young girl was probably thinking about the kiss that had happened there. He could sense her emotions, to some degree - it had made her happy - so he should try to draw out more of that behavior, shouldn't he?
"Ah... I'm not sure how I should say this, but..." He started politely and his smile grew a a little brighter, thinking of Kyon. "Have you thought about getting a boyfriend?"
"A boyfriend!" She scoffed and looked at him as if he were insane. "Love is just a temporary confusion, a mental illness." She sounded as if she had recited this a few times in the past. Then she was quiet, mulling over her thoughts as peacefully as Suzumiya was able to be. He was immediately glad that she was opposed to the idea and glanced meaningfully over to Kyon, sitting on the opposite side of the table that was so frequently used for gaming. He wanted something for himself - even if it was only fantasies, at least he was the only one who was having them.
"It wouldn't have to be a boyfriend." He spoke quickly, trying to calm his thoughts and reach some sort of agreement. "There are some people... Well, you can do those sorts of things and not be attached to anyone. In that way it would not interfere with any of your normal activities, for example, this brigade." The explanation was like an older child enlightening a younger one, but it was better to keep those sorts of things short. Kyon was probably fuming just from realizing that he was speaking about those sorts of arrangements and that Asahina was still in hearing range.
Minutes passed in silence. Nagato was reading, a thick novel in a foreign language. Asahina was blushing and fiddling awkwardly with the hem of her maid uniform and Kyon was winning in a board game against Itsuki himself. It was peaceful. Suzumiya suddenly stood up, frustrated, and called out to him as if she had just made an important decision. "Koizumi!" She all but yelled, and stomped over to where he was sitting.
"Yes?" He answered, turning his head to look up at her.
"Come with me." Before he even had a change to stand up on his own, she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him towards the door, where he made a feeble word for his leave to the other club members. He closed the door behind them as gently as he could in his circumstances and was swiftly moved again by her impatient orders. The girl beside him held onto his jacket with renewed strength, and ran him towards the other side of the school and up the steps to the roof. They stood there, Koizumi smiling and Suzumiya strangely subdued, and he waited for her to speak.
"I do tend to think about stuff like this, once in a while. I am an energetic girl after all, plus my body has its needs... things that I can't help by myself." She wasn't blushing - Suzumiya never was one to be embarrassed - but it sounded almost as if she was hoping for something. Was this a confession...? It wasn't as if girls hadn't told him of their feelings in the past, and this atmosphere seemed to match. But then again, you could never tell with her.
"Koizumi!" She snapped again, just as she had inside the club room, and yanked on his tie so that he would bend down and listen to her. So this was how Kyon felt. "Kiss me."
And he did. It wasn't as if he could disobey, after all, and he had always followed her requests in the past without protest. He made it nice just for her, slow and sweet and simply on the lips, although he couldn't help but feel despair at the knowledge that there was someone else he'd rather be doing this to. When he leaned back to break it off the club Chief paused for a moment, perhaps surprised that he had actually done it, and then she stamped one foot angrily on the cement floor.
"You need to be more forceful!" She said, and grabbed him by his tie a second time. He was reminded of a director chastising a bad actor on a movie set. "You are a mysterious transfer student who smiles all the time. There needs to be something bad in your personality hidden underneath! Act like you've been waiting for this for years, ravish me or something!" Ah, her guesses always were so close to the truth... He closed his eyes, pictured Kyon, and then moved her up against the door that led to the roof outside. There was nothing he could do.
He kissed her, more roughly this time, nipping slightly on her warm mouth and placing his hands uneasily on her waist and shoulder. He was solidly determined not to do anything unless she told him to, and that way when he thought back to it later he would not be able to feel any guilt. And Kyon must never know.
"Grind." She gasped for breath, and moved her hips. Already?
"Are you sure you want -"
"Yes! And be forceful!" She interrupted hastily. Itsuki was at a loss. At least it was after regular school hours, and their own club time seemed to extend past all of the others in this building. Not only that, but this was a semi-secret place. No one would find them, that was her thinking, and whatever she believed turned out to be the truth.
The smile slipped from his face, leaving him looking serene yet slightly troubled. But that was fine. She wanted him to look like that anyway. He pressed himself against her with a degree of embarrassment, and knew that closing his eyes now might offend her. He tried to focus only on the body, only on the warmth and feel of skin slightly slick with sweat and the fabric making friction between them, and he tried to imagine someone else's face as he stared into her eyes.
With a growing sense of dread, he stopped what he was doing and watched her fumble for the door handle. Of course it would be open. The high schooler made sure that he walked through the door, and then followed behind as she reached for the clasp to undo her skirt.
"This way," she stated as she slammed the door behind them, echoing words he now wished he had never said, "it won't interfere with normal club activities. A boyfriend isn't needed, isn't that right?"
Her skirt dropped to the ground.
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Written for a kink meme. Original prompt was:
Haruhi/Itsuki in that order, with Haruhi making good use of the fact Itsuki is completely submissive to her.
Foreign Language
Posted December Thirtieth, 2007
Posted December Thirtieth, 2007
Itsuki smiled at Suzumiya, a bored frown gracing her features as she paced back and forth across the room. The "dream" incident had happened only a few days before, and so the charismatic young girl was probably thinking about the kiss that had happened there. He could sense her emotions, to some degree - it had made her happy - so he should try to draw out more of that behavior, shouldn't he?
"Ah... I'm not sure how I should say this, but..." He started politely and his smile grew a a little brighter, thinking of Kyon. "Have you thought about getting a boyfriend?"
"A boyfriend!" She scoffed and looked at him as if he were insane. "Love is just a temporary confusion, a mental illness." She sounded as if she had recited this a few times in the past. Then she was quiet, mulling over her thoughts as peacefully as Suzumiya was able to be. He was immediately glad that she was opposed to the idea and glanced meaningfully over to Kyon, sitting on the opposite side of the table that was so frequently used for gaming. He wanted something for himself - even if it was only fantasies, at least he was the only one who was having them.
"It wouldn't have to be a boyfriend." He spoke quickly, trying to calm his thoughts and reach some sort of agreement. "There are some people... Well, you can do those sorts of things and not be attached to anyone. In that way it would not interfere with any of your normal activities, for example, this brigade." The explanation was like an older child enlightening a younger one, but it was better to keep those sorts of things short. Kyon was probably fuming just from realizing that he was speaking about those sorts of arrangements and that Asahina was still in hearing range.
Minutes passed in silence. Nagato was reading, a thick novel in a foreign language. Asahina was blushing and fiddling awkwardly with the hem of her maid uniform and Kyon was winning in a board game against Itsuki himself. It was peaceful. Suzumiya suddenly stood up, frustrated, and called out to him as if she had just made an important decision. "Koizumi!" She all but yelled, and stomped over to where he was sitting.
"Yes?" He answered, turning his head to look up at her.
"Come with me." Before he even had a change to stand up on his own, she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him towards the door, where he made a feeble word for his leave to the other club members. He closed the door behind them as gently as he could in his circumstances and was swiftly moved again by her impatient orders. The girl beside him held onto his jacket with renewed strength, and ran him towards the other side of the school and up the steps to the roof. They stood there, Koizumi smiling and Suzumiya strangely subdued, and he waited for her to speak.
"I do tend to think about stuff like this, once in a while. I am an energetic girl after all, plus my body has its needs... things that I can't help by myself." She wasn't blushing - Suzumiya never was one to be embarrassed - but it sounded almost as if she was hoping for something. Was this a confession...? It wasn't as if girls hadn't told him of their feelings in the past, and this atmosphere seemed to match. But then again, you could never tell with her.
"Koizumi!" She snapped again, just as she had inside the club room, and yanked on his tie so that he would bend down and listen to her. So this was how Kyon felt. "Kiss me."
And he did. It wasn't as if he could disobey, after all, and he had always followed her requests in the past without protest. He made it nice just for her, slow and sweet and simply on the lips, although he couldn't help but feel despair at the knowledge that there was someone else he'd rather be doing this to. When he leaned back to break it off the club Chief paused for a moment, perhaps surprised that he had actually done it, and then she stamped one foot angrily on the cement floor.
"You need to be more forceful!" She said, and grabbed him by his tie a second time. He was reminded of a director chastising a bad actor on a movie set. "You are a mysterious transfer student who smiles all the time. There needs to be something bad in your personality hidden underneath! Act like you've been waiting for this for years, ravish me or something!" Ah, her guesses always were so close to the truth... He closed his eyes, pictured Kyon, and then moved her up against the door that led to the roof outside. There was nothing he could do.
He kissed her, more roughly this time, nipping slightly on her warm mouth and placing his hands uneasily on her waist and shoulder. He was solidly determined not to do anything unless she told him to, and that way when he thought back to it later he would not be able to feel any guilt. And Kyon must never know.
"Grind." She gasped for breath, and moved her hips. Already?
"Are you sure you want -"
"Yes! And be forceful!" She interrupted hastily. Itsuki was at a loss. At least it was after regular school hours, and their own club time seemed to extend past all of the others in this building. Not only that, but this was a semi-secret place. No one would find them, that was her thinking, and whatever she believed turned out to be the truth.
The smile slipped from his face, leaving him looking serene yet slightly troubled. But that was fine. She wanted him to look like that anyway. He pressed himself against her with a degree of embarrassment, and knew that closing his eyes now might offend her. He tried to focus only on the body, only on the warmth and feel of skin slightly slick with sweat and the fabric making friction between them, and he tried to imagine someone else's face as he stared into her eyes.
With a growing sense of dread, he stopped what he was doing and watched her fumble for the door handle. Of course it would be open. The high schooler made sure that he walked through the door, and then followed behind as she reached for the clasp to undo her skirt.
"This way," she stated as she slammed the door behind them, echoing words he now wished he had never said, "it won't interfere with normal club activities. A boyfriend isn't needed, isn't that right?"
Her skirt dropped to the ground.
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Written for a kink meme. Original prompt was:
Haruhi/Itsuki in that order, with Haruhi making good use of the fact Itsuki is completely submissive to her.
