Hey loves. Here I am with another oneshot. The idea crossed my mind while listening to So Nice So Smart by Kimya Dawson. The original idea was for HikaxHaruxKao but this pairing ended up working better. If you'd like the other one let me know and I'll try to write it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. =3

Title: We’re Not Lovers

Author: we’ve all got our junk

Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club

Pairing: KyouyaxHaruhixTamaki

Summary: “But they always wait till they're under the covers to say 'I'm sure glad that we're not lovers.'”

Words: 387

Haruhi knew that this wasn’t love. Kyouya had never made any promises and neither had Tamaki. She never expected them too. She knew the promises would go unfulfilled whether the boys wanted them to or not. It was beyond their control. But Haruhi liked the feeling she got when she gave up her control and let go of her need for understanding and rational motives when the three of them were together. So she would take what she could get.

No one looking at the three of them would know what went on behind closed doors. They were long out of high school and they were merely waiting for either Kyouya’s father or Tamaki’s grandmother to pull them into an arranged marriage. They just seemed like two perfectly normal twenty-something businessmen, and an equally normal lawyer of the same age who happened to be close friends. They wouldn’t imagine that every night they would appear at the home the three of them lived in and retreat to the depths of the house, crumple into a tangled heap and let the night take them wherever it chose.

And Haruhi loved every minute of it. She loved not knowing something for once. Not knowing when this…whatever this was…would just be pulled out from under their feet. She chose to lose herself in their touches and kisses. The scene of the two of them touching each other. The way it felt when the three of them were together all at once. She could only imagine the look on her father’s face if he knew what the “bug” and his precious Kyouya were doing to his responsible, levelheaded little girl.

She almost laughed one night as the thought crossed her mind, waving away the irritated look Kyouya shot her, looking up from between her legs. Tamaki merely laughed with her for a moment, even though he didn’t know what she was laughing about either, and then they went back to the activities of the night, not a thought back to the moment. They would reach they’re peak together, and then fall back, flush against each other, the soft goose feather pillows behind they’re heads and the sinfully smooth silk sheets beneath they’re naked forms.

And Haruhi couldn’t bring herself to mind when Kyouya would remind them every night, “We’re not lovers.”

There you go. -blushes- That is the closest thing to smut I have ever written and I am embarrassed posting even this. XD Anyway, please review and maybe make the embarrassment go away. Haha. Thank youuu.