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Summary:Haruhi wasn't one for passionate moments. Let alone passionate kissing, but with Mori it seemed different.

Passions

There was a reason why Haruhi made sure everyone knew she only thought of them as a friend. With all of her current friends being rich and selfish the dense girl found it better than get romantically involved. Though all of them were different no one was as different as Mori.

Haruhi tried to sum up Mori, but she really couldn't without comparing him to the others. He wasn't controlling like Kyoya. The tall boy was nothing like their leader the energetic dunce Tamaki. Nor was he like the twins, who would rather cause mischief than be nice. Also Mori was not like Hunny. Mori was silent, calm, and kind.

Something Haruhi didn't like to admit was that she found the silent boy quiet attractive, but then again she didn't have to worry so much about that because he felt the same. It wasn't shown in loud words. Mori showed it in his actions.

The way he held her gaze when she was talking.

Times where he would save her from the others and wisk her away so she'd have some peace.

Calmness Mori seemed to carry around with him that comforted Haruhi when she was stressed.

The fact that he was always there. Just there. Even when the others would run off. Completely crazed with their latest fantasy.

Haruhi had to smile whenever she thought of the tall boy. Hoping he knew she felt the same. Sadly with Tamaki guarding her like she belonged to him left Mori and Haruhi to turn away from each other.

She didn't know when Mori had enough of pretending to be just him, but Haruhi was happy when the silent boy came up to her and kissed her. Even though it was horribly embarrasing and in front of all of the host club and the fans. It was the first time Haruhi didn't seem to care about others around or making sure Mori just thought of her as a friend.

The tomboyish girl made the kiss become passionate between them. Fueling the two with an unknown fire that no one knew they had. Though Tamaki interupted before anything got too out of hand Haruhi had to smile at the memory of when she first got together with her love. Mori.

Even now. In between classes. In the shadows where Nekozawa was said to lurk. The two kissed passionately. Exploring each others mouths. Finding the fire that was absent from their lives without eachother.

Please review! This is my first fanfic for this one, so I'd be happy to know what you guys think!