This story might end up to be either a two-shot, or a three-shot, IDK yet but anyways, please enjoy this story and sorry if this chapter is short to you guys, cause it surprisingly took a long time to right

Disclaimer: I do not own Maid-Sama

~First Night~

There Usui Takumi was laying nonchalant down on the king sized hotel plush bed waiting for his wife of a few hours. The night was still young as the two were locked into a room of a hotel (love hotel to be specific) by their close friends and family.

Usui had no problem in starting their first night early though he knew his Misa-chan was a bit more than uncomfortable in these sorts of situations. Given the fact that she was hiding in the bathroom for the past half an hour, Takumi just settled in on watching some television which he couldn't be any more uninterested in as his sexual excitement was just rising off limits.

He knew (or at least thought he knew) that Misaki would prefer if they just went straight to bed to keep embarrassment to the minimum. So he promised himself that he will control himself in order to keep Misaki happy. But he still couldn't stop himself from fantasizing about themselves. The more he thought of them doing something tonight, the more tighter his pajama pants were on him. Only if Misaki even had a clue on how crazy she drives Takumi. But what was the latter doing in the bathroom now for forty minutes?

"This cannot get any worse!" Misaki Ayuzawa, or should I say Misaki Usui, was screaming at her reflection in the mirror hoping to get some answers only to be replied with silence. She knew her attempts to calm herself were futile, but what else could she do? Never had she been put into this type of situation before. She knew Takumi was looking forward to this night as he would constantly aggravate her with his perverted comments of their wedding night which she could faintly tell that his voice was not all playfulness and held some truth behind. But that's what scared her. Misaki knew that when it came to intimacy, Takumi would turn into some sort of lustful beast that had a hard time controlling himself which more or less scared her a bit. She remembered once when she took a shower at his place (when she was having a sleepover at his place courtesy of him being the birthday boy), came out totally oblivious to the fact that Takumi could see her black and red lingerie under his thin white dress shirt. In a blink of an eye she was pinned onto the couch with Takumi on top her. Though everybody knows our strong Misaki and Takumi ended up sleeping on the ground with a black eye.

Though today wasn't like before. They were officially married and this night was expected of them to do something. She can't exactly handle this situation like how she did in high school, and on top of that, she did have some needs too, she is just too embarrassed to show it- or tell him. But it was still embarrassing to admit to herself alone that she wanted to do those things with Takumi. She had to come up with a plan that will let her be capable to pass the night without awkwardness. 'Maybe Takumi would take charge so she didn't have to worry about approaching him? No, Takumi would never force himself on her without probably asking if she wanted.' With these thoughts in mind, Misaki knew there was no escaping the awkwardness she has yet to face.

"Oh no, I better hurry up or else he might start getting suspicious, and he might come up with some absurd idea in his perverted brain of his that I was making myself look good to impress him or something" She murmured while glancing at the bathroom wall clock.

She opened her suitcase only to come face to face with an enticing black flimsy lingerie set. The only other things that filled her suitcase were some of her accessories: shoes, hair products, jewelry, purses, etc. to make her suitcase look filled to reduce suspicions, that if she hadn't opened her suitcase she wouldn't have realized that this was the only clothing (if you can call it that) she could wear.

She wondered how that 'thing' got in their and remembered how her sister forced her to let her do her packing herself. "Suzuna, you little devil!" Misaki cursed her little sister under her breath. But, luckily for Misaki, Takumi left his white dress shirt he wore previously hanging behind the door.

She quickly wore the disgusting (in Misaki's opinion) lacy piece then wore the dress shirt, happy it was at least long enough to reach mid-thigh.

Now she was ready (or as ready as she'll ever be) to face her doom. She quietly opened the door and saw that her husband was laying on the bed (facing away from her) and towards the t.v. She thanked the gods that Takumi wasn't shirtless (as she recalled one time him telling her that he sometimes sleeps without a shirt).

She quietly made her way onto to bed hoping she would go unnoticed. But sadly, her hopes didn't last long as Takumi quickly turned around facing her.

Once his eyes started to rake over her form, Takumi knew this is going to be one hell of a night for him. Was she trying to tempt him? Takumi had no idea but it was definitely working. She had dips and curves in all the right places, long legs, smooth skin, and a nice bust size.

He quickly averted his eyes, forcing his body not to get aroused and not to lose control. Though he knew that that was impossible when only just her constant blushing face drives him off the edge of insanity.

"What'cha watching?" Misaki asked trying to lessen up the tense atmosphere, still oblivious to the fact that Takumi could literally see all of her.

"Sports." Takumi muttered quietly. Takumi is definitely not the soft-spoken type of person and Misaki was definitely more confused and worried by the way he was acting. Another thing, Takumi was never into sports, or t.v for the matter. What's wrong with him?

She put her hands on either sides of his face, and forced him to look at her. "Takumi, what's wrong?"

Since the only lighting was facing the other way behind him, Misaki couldn't see his green orbs darkening from lust.

"Nothing" he answered and once again quickly averted his eyes back to the t.v screen which was now on it's commercial break. It was showing a trailer of a soon to be out movie. This is when Takumi got an idea that will surely benefit them most, as a movie would probably distract his mind from his current thoughts and Misaki from her visible anxiousness. "Hey, Misaki..." She just hummed in response. "Do you want to watch a movie, they provide us with a few DVDs of movies."

"Umm, sure" Misaki was even more curious, as Takumi hates watching movies but decided that her loving husband was probably trying to ease her nerves of them being in a hotel room meant for sex with a mind distracting film.

Takumi got up from the bed, went to the t.v stand and picked up the first DVD his hand could get and inserted the disc into the DVD player not even minding to give the title or cover of the movie a look. He brought the remote and himself to the bed making himself comfortable lying with his back supported by the head board and Misaki following on suite.

5 minutes into the movie and Takumi realized the world must be against him. Why wasn't he able to put two and two together (rhetorical question as we all knew Takumi was caught up with his dirty fantasies about Misaki). Of course the movies recommended in a love hotel would be that of romance. Though now all he could do was hope that the movie wouldn't have a love scene (even if he already knew that there was no way of it not consisting that type of scene) as that would just bring his mind back to imagining him and his Misaki engaging in those activities. He promised himself that he would not lose control- for Misaki's sake.

30 minutes to the movies, and the two protagonist married and were in a hotel suite, on a bed, just like the situation Misaki and Takumi were in. But, in that case, nothing was stopping themselves from giving themselves to each other. The intimacy (in the movie) first started with short little pecks on the mouth and tender caresses. But soon, was a making out session with each other ripping clothes from each other's bodies and each other touching one another sensually.

Misaki couldn't get any more red with embarrassment. Why oh why did she have to agree to watching a movie!

"C-c-c-can we skip this p-p-p-part" Flustered Misaki managed to sputter out with her head in her hands to hid her blush and also hid the embarrassing scene playing on the big 52 inch t.v. right in front of her face.

Takumi would have complied if it had been any other day, but today was not any other day and so he decided that he would use the best of the situation they have gotten themselves into. He knew Misaki was embarrassed on how things were turning out but he couldn't take it anymore and needed to know if Misaki felt the same way as him.

"Misaki... look at me" Takumi said in a soft yet commanding tone, contradicted how he was feeling inside- hot and uncomfortable with a ready-to-pull-out-every-strand-of-my-hair feeling. She hesitantly obliged and lifted her face from her hands to stare at his smoldering emeralds. "This is a serious question Misaki and I want you to answer this truthfully" She nodded her head reassuring him that they were on the same boat. "Then Misaki... how would you feel if that was us?" He than nodded toward the t.v screen were the movie was still playing the love scene to justify his question.

This question caught her off-guard and all the more made her face not red, but purple, slowly changing to bluish hue (if that's even possible). And the movie was definitely not helping with the erotic sounds it was making.

Hearing no answer he asked again. "Misaki, answer me. How would you feel if we had sex? NO not just sex, but made love to each other?" Misaki could not think straight anymore as her brain was definitely a pill of mush. How could he asked such a personal question like that and that too in a totally calm and sure voice.

"I-I-i... umm.." Misaki managed to utter out making Takumi feel a bit guilty for cornering her like that. He was mentally cursing himself for using the s-word (as Misaki calls it) so carelessly. But, he still needed answers. Badly.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that..." By now Misaki was facing the total opposite way of Takumi, too embarrassed to face him. Takumi continued, "Just answer me with a yes or no, do you want to?"

Misaki knew that a time would come in their relationship were they would have to discuss this, and the least she could do was participate as she knew, behind that calm and confidant facade Takumi was showing, that deep inside, he himself was nervous and uncomfortable talking about this.

"Do you?" Misaki already knew the answer to this, but she would probably get a little boost of confidence if Takumi answered first.

"Honestly Misaki, I do really want it, and it's okay if you don't w-want" Takumi was surprised at the stutter he did at the end even if it wasn't that noticeable. Though it didn't go unnoticed from Misaki. She knew Takumi was looking forward to something happening tonight and as crazy as it sounds, she won't disappoint him in making it happen.

She turned towards him eyeing him like he was a turkey on a thanksgiving dinner, her eyes darkening like his does when he turns into a sex monster.

"Yes, I want you." Relief, happiness and excitement flooded throughout Takumi.

Misaki smashed her lips onto his, turning his darkened eyes into saucers at her sudden mood change. None of them knew what happened to the shy and red-faced Misaki, but none of them cared at the moment. The movie and all insecurities long forgotten.

Sorry if you guys were disappointing that there weren't any lemons in this chapter, I want to take things slow in this story and have it descriptive how each character is feeling. And like I said before there might be one or two more chapters of this story. Anyways, please remember to review and please tell me how you like this story. Criticism are welcome. Bye and see you later! ;D