I don't honestly know if I'm Tamaki/Haruhi or Kyouya/Haruhi. I'm split an even 50/50. Actually, the only one I'm completely and totally dead-set against is Hunni/Haruhi. But this was just such a sexy setting gone to waste!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club in any way, shape, form, or fashion.

Without anymore distractions, If Haruhi Hadn't Caught On!


"All that crab… What a waste." Haruhi cleaned up the sink and rinsed her mouth, borrowing the mouthwash sitting close. She walked out of the bathroom to find an attractive, shirtless stranger drying his hair.

"Are you through?"

"Gomen!" she bowed, or bobbed rather, up and down a couple times before making a dash for the door. "I didn't mean to go into a stranger's room. I cleaned up."

"Haruhi, it's me!" Kyouya dropped the towel on his head into a chair and showed her his glasses sitting on a table.

"Oh, Kyouya. Sorry. I didn't recognize you." She closed the door and walked back towards him. He closed the open book when she approached. "What were you doing?"

"Calculating the cost of your adventure today; flower and fruit baskets for each girl."

"I'll pay for those."

"At 15,600 yen apiece?" He walked across the room and turned the lights off.

"What are you doing?"

"There is another way to pay," he said ignoring her question. "You could always pay with your body."

Kyouya grabbed her arm and threw her on the bed, following her body with his own.

"Do you still hold to your silly notions of genders not mattering? Are you still that naïve?"

Haruhi stared solidly at Kyouya, her brain slowly took in her situation. When it finished, her eyes slid to a sexy half-mast at the same time her mouth quirked into a small smirk.

"Took you long enough," she told him and slid her hand up his toned arm. He didn't say anything, but his face was tellingly frozen. She'd shocked him. "It's a bit more forward than I'd imagined, but I'm not complaining." She ran her hands up his arms, down his chest, and around his slim waist, ending with tracing her fingers along his pants tops. He finally responded with a smirk of his own.

"You're also a big more forward than I had calculated." He slid down from resting on his hands to his elbows and settled his hips lower. His lower half was now pressing hers into the huge bed. She moved her hands to his hips where she barely poked her thumbs into his waist line.

"Shut up," she whispered just before raising up and pressing her lips to his throat. Kyouya traced a finger down the strap on her gown and across the top. He slid the straps down to her arms, kissing the tender part of her shoulders. He blew on the slightly damp spot, causing her to shiver and him to chuckle. Her lips drew a trail down his jaw, slowly making her way. There was a heartbeat of a pause right before their lips met gently.

"Hey Kyouya, do you have any lotion? This sunburn is…" cricket, cricket "OH MY GOD!"