Written by a friend of mine.
Preview
As he drew closer, she stepped back, stumbling over her desk, and sending the neatly stacked pencils scattering on the floor.
"Wha-what do you want," she demanded. Maharu's breathe quickened. After blurting out her deepest, shameful little secret-- to Takahashi Ryousuke of all people! Why would he even go near her? Would it be beneath him to make fun of her? He coming here, knowing she was here all alone, made her brain scramble in panic and confusion. Could it be-?
Hope sprung; the fangirl inside squealed in delight. The possibility intoxicated her, that he would return her feelings…
The handsome Takahashi had a serene smile. So serene. So bewitching. So calculated.
At once, her demeanor shifted. Her back straightened, and her face smooth out with a perfectly passive expression. "Do you intend to ridicule me, Ryousuke-san?"
Her voice was stronger, a don't-fuck-with-me-today tone that she often use to keep the mean girls at bay. She knew though, that it was only a facade. It was a defense mechanism that rears its ugly head in the face of danger. With him, she was susceptible to manipulation.
Undaunted, he closed in casually, but like a preditor on his prey. "Not at all, Honda-san."
"Then, why?"
For a moment, his smile wavered into a smirk. The soft pads of his finger tips brushed her lips before almost sharply lifting her face.
The effect was instant. Moist lips parted unconsciously, blood rushed to her face, and eyes dazed in an almost orgasmic pleasure. A distant part of her panicked, but it was ignored. Her fantasy had stepped into reality, into her uncle's dusty, unused office.
"I need a favor."
"A favor?" It was a trap, and she had stepped right into it.
He leaned into her ear. "Yes, a favor. Will you do it?"
Ryousuke's hand crept up her leg...
A/N Sorry if it sound patchy. I wrote this in about 15 minutes. This is a preview of my story. Wether or not I'll update depends on the reader's enthusiasm (not necessarily reviews). Please keep in mind that I'm only writing for fun, and I'm only taking a breather. Still, feedback will be appreciated, as long as everyone polite about.
Seriously, if you think something is wrong with this story, be honest about it. I like hearing other people's opinions (even if it does make me cry) I'd like to thank my friend for letting me post this on his account- yes, do not be decieved. Lady Casket is a he.