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lirillithTitle: Perfection
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Characters: Tamaki/Haruhi
Length: 241 words
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Notes: Even when I branch out, I stalk! Prompt byelwing_alcyone - "Tamaki tries way too hard to make it 'perfect,'" for the "bad sex" theme.
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The hotel room is very nice. Palatial, in fact. Tamaki, of course, flings his arm out with a flourish to show it to her. The lights are already on, turned low, and as he ushers her into the room she notices that the sheets on the Western-style bed are turned back, and the bed is bedecked with rose petals. Tamaki's noticing it, too.
"You asked them to do that," she notes, flatly. Of course he doesn't notice her mood.
"Of course! Permit me to feed my princess a chocolate-covered strawberry."
"No thank you." He returns the box to the nightstand, undeterred.
"Some champagne?" he persists. She just sighs, so he pours. She has no doubt that it's real champagne, French; she hates to think how much he probably paid for it, and what else she could have spent the money on. College textbooks are expensive!
"Tamaki..." she begins, thinking wistfully of the perfectly ordinary love hotels other girls visit with their boyfriends.
"I shall prepare a bubble bath!" he announces. Of course he does. And if she takes a bath instead of showering, she'll come out of the bathroom to find the room lit by candles. It's just as well he goes into the bathroom, though, because when she takes a sip of the champagne, she can't help grimacing at the dryness. They both still have their clothes on, and already she can tell it's going to be a long night.
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Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Characters: Tamaki/Haruhi
Length: 241 words
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Notes: Even when I branch out, I stalk! Prompt by
elwing_alcyone - "Tamaki tries way too hard to make it 'perfect,'" for the "bad sex" theme.****
The hotel room is very nice. Palatial, in fact. Tamaki, of course, flings his arm out with a flourish to show it to her. The lights are already on, turned low, and as he ushers her into the room she notices that the sheets on the Western-style bed are turned back, and the bed is bedecked with rose petals. Tamaki's noticing it, too.
"You asked them to do that," she notes, flatly. Of course he doesn't notice her mood.
"Of course! Permit me to feed my princess a chocolate-covered strawberry."
"No thank you." He returns the box to the nightstand, undeterred.
"Some champagne?" he persists. She just sighs, so he pours. She has no doubt that it's real champagne, French; she hates to think how much he probably paid for it, and what else she could have spent the money on. College textbooks are expensive!
"Tamaki..." she begins, thinking wistfully of the perfectly ordinary love hotels other girls visit with their boyfriends.
"I shall prepare a bubble bath!" he announces. Of course he does. And if she takes a bath instead of showering, she'll come out of the bathroom to find the room lit by candles. It's just as well he goes into the bathroom, though, because when she takes a sip of the champagne, she can't help grimacing at the dryness. They both still have their clothes on, and already she can tell it's going to be a long night.
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