.You're sugar, you're spice, you're everything nice — and you're daddy's little girl;;

"Haruhi," her father asked out of concern when she came home late that night. It was past eight and she was supposed to be home hours ago. As her parental figure, her friend and her rock that he hoped she'd fall back on, there were many questions he wanted to ask, but only one slipped past his lips. "What took so long?"

"Nothing," she replied casually with her back to him. Butterflies that had somehow trapped themselves in her stomach fluttered anxiously. "Tamaki-senpai had me try on costumes for next week. I would have been here sooner but there was a complication in the outfit and I had to go back. Sorry."

"Oh. That explains things, I guess." Ryoji smiled a half-smile because it didn't quite reach his eyes. They were staring at the scarf she hadn't had on when she left that morning. It was new, white and looked expensive. And it wasn't the typical thirty-dollar scarf either. After working in an okama bar for so many years, one learns the difference between discount and designer and it definitely wasn't the former. He regained his typical demeanor by tweaking his voice, making it edgy. "Were you alone with him?"

She chuckled softly. "No, Dad."

She hated lying. Haruhi really hated lying. It always made her feel unclean no matter what the lie. It could have been about not brushing her teeth at night after studying for long hours, but it would of felt the same if she had committed a felony and not confessed.

She knew she wasn't a saint but something about lying to her father was what seemed, what was, the most wrong. He didn't deserve it — he raised her and he made her great because he had picked up the pieces after his beloved Kotoko passed on. He pushed her farther and he encouraged her to do things she wouldn't normally do. She knew he wouldn't encourage it — the fractured, incomplete relationship that consisted of lies and filth and many other broken morals.

Despite her negative opinion, it was good. It made her feel good. When she contorted her mouth even the least bit, she tasted Tamaki. When she blinked, Kaoru's eyes stared back at her — dark and wanting. She felt dirty, aside from the deceiving she had done. Her skin tingled as if she had just come in from a rainstorm — firm and otherwise indescribable — but instead of precipitation, it was a mixture of sweat, saliva, and the feeling of lust that was sending prickles through her nerves.

The butterflies still had the remnants of nectar on their wings and it weighed them down but the sweet smell had reached the others — a sugary calling. The poor things couldn't forget as the memory, the taste, and the feeling still lingered.

She swallowed hard and before her father could speak to her again, she asked about dinner. She had intended to make it but…her schedule was "disrupted" by a redhead and a blond. When he told her that he had already made it, she excused herself immediately out of a guilty conscious and an impatient mind. Homework, she had told him and he believed it.

Or so she thought. Ryoji could sense the awkwardness in her clear voice because yes, he was her father and it was purely instinct.

.I ask just how did you grow up on me so fast;;

Haruhi untied Kaoru's scarf from around her neck and tossed it on her bed.

It all happened so fast. Tamaki-senpai had looked at her so oddly from Kaoru's pink neck…and then, she was between them with their arousals pressed into her from either side. It had to have been fake — a hallucination — and she prayed to her mother that it wasn't real. Haruhi Fujioka concentrated on studies now and love after college. She should not have to grudgingly stop herself from having sex with two males after engaging in teasing foreplay for over an hour. She did not participate in "threesomes".

The word was alien on her tongue, so foreign and wrong it sent chills up her spine. The shiver that followed showed her, physically, that she definitely did not think it wrong at the time.

She traced her fingers over the only visible hickey that was on her neck and realized it was similar to the rash she received when she was little due to a wasp sting. It was just as big but redder. She could tell it was her senpai's because of the teeth marks because after having someone nibble on your various body parts for so long, you start to become familiar with their teeth arrangement.

Haruhi chuckled under her breath in such an odd, unfamiliar tone that she startled herself.

Wasps and butterflies — what an interesting combination.