Usui cupped her chin in his hands. "Misaki." The white marble columns of the mansion they were in shone bright. "N-Not now...we're in the presence of the Igarashi household..."

"And you're scared of Tora now? Of course, you always did want to make good impressions on people." Usui looked at her expectantly, with a hint of impatience. "We're hidden in one of the nooks and crannies of this house, anyway. No one will see."

"B-but...they'll know, somehow. Gerard-sama's ninja will pop out or something. It-it just isn't right." Usui pouted. "That was three years ago..."

"You never know..."

"We haven't seen each other in months..." She sighed. Usui was right. How ironic; an Igarashi event is where we meet, when the Igarashi family was responsible for cutting off contact between us. Tora had become more obstinate in his affections, even to the point of supporting the Walker family and helping them isolate the two. Even though he already has a fiancee! How despicable. Misaki expected that he wanted to make her his mistress. It will never happen, not if I have a say in the matter.

"Ayuzawa. Ayuuuzawaaa." Usui was nuzzling her neck. "What are you doing, you perverted alien?" Misaki held him close, despite her remarks. She was immersed in his smell, his heat... I'm beginning to sound like a pervert myself. She kept an eye out for any uninvited guests, including cameras and other machinery, that might intrude their private moment. Satisfied, Misaki dove headfirst into her feelings and let the emotions take over. "Usui, if this ends up in magazines tomorrow, be it cover story or page twenty, I'll be mad."

"No worries, they won't find us." Misaki shuddered; Usui had just licked her ear. "Pervert alien weirdo, explosion of pheromones, irritating idiot Usui..." She was sure her face was bright red; her skin burned. Usui pulled her into a long, soft kiss, deepening by the second. His hand knotted into her hair, closer, closer...

...glomp, Usui bit her lip. "Ow-ow! Usui, you-!" Misaki's arms, around his waist, squeezed hard. "Ouch, Pres, that'll leave marks." I'm not "Pres" anymore, you idiot. "You deserve it. I'm going to have to walk back to the party with a mark on my lip..." Misaki remembered the nuzzles. "You did not-!" Usui was trying to bite back a grin. "Wh-what am I going to do? I don't have any scarves. Stop smirking, idiot Usui! It's all your fault..." Misaki threw her new, university-inspired non-violent state of mind to the wind.

"Ouchh, Misaki, it hurts~"

A few minutes later, Ayuzawa Misaki walked into the hall out of, seemingly, nowhere, with Usui in tow, a Cheshire-cat smile on his face. Her face was red, his composed. And on Misaki's neck, a trail of dime-sized bruises...could those be kiss-marks? The high-class guests were shocked and disgusted. Misaki was mortified. Tora seemed a bit irritated (although one could never be sure of what an Igarashi was thinking).

And Usui, making sure to stay beside Misaki throughout the party to watch her blushing face, smirked every time he caught her eye.

Laughing at me, that perverted alien!

^.^ O.O ^.^ O.O

Closer, closer...glomp. They're either 19 or 20 years old in this oneshot... R&R? *begging koala face*

Thanks for the read! :)