A/N: Usui and Misaki are on the school trip. Usui's suddenly informed Misaki that he'll be transferring to Miyabigaoka in the spring. Misaki is shocked. Now alone in the hotel, what will they say to each other?

This story was first posted in the Mangafox forums. I'm just publishing it here to share it with more readers.

Here's Chapter 1: A Resolve Made

Disclaimer: I don't think Hiro Fujiwara, the creator of Kaichou wa Maid Sama goes by the pen name of La Cruciatus. So no, I own no part of KwMS.

Tonight, Lets Stay Like This - Together

"Luckily, nobody's here. If we're found, we might get scolded. Anyhow, take that off and wear this," Usui quickly took off his jersey and handed it over to Misaki. "I'm going to wash your jersey so wait a bit," he added, turning to the wash basin.

"Sorry," mumbled Misaki.

They were in the Linen Room of the crappy hotel they were staying in. The darkness and the storm raging outside made the room seem even smaller and enclosed.

As he cleaned her jersey, Usui thought, "Back there in the hallway, why did she say 'I can't'. Seeing her like that, the despair in her voice, the vulnerability in her eyes, made me feel so helpless. What could this mean?" His brows furrowed in concern.

Misaki had put on Usui's jersey. "It's still warm from the heat of his body. Somehow, wearing his jersey feels so... so intimate."

Just then, Usui said, "Because it's dark, I don't know whether it's cleaned properly or not."

"Misaki replied, "Thanks for the help. But your shirt...?"

"Ah, yeah, something happened."

"Aren't you cold like that?"

"If Ayuzawa gives me warmth, I'll feel happy," and he grinned teasingly.

Misaki stared at him, speechless. "Why're you doing this? Haven't you already caused me enough pain and confusion? Just when I thought that we were being honest to each other, that I knew what you are to me, you again threw me off. Saying you're transferring to Miyabigaoka in the spring, just like that, leaving me...," As one painful thought after other raced in her mind, her expression darkened.

She raised her hand and started raining punches on him.

"Ouch! Ouch, it hurts! Ayuzawa," he cried.

But Misaki didn't heed his protests as the dam of unspoken thoughts exploded.

"Why? Why dis you decide on your own convenience? Not a single word of consultation. Moreover, if you want to talk about it, then choose a more suitable time and place. Don't joke with me!"

Usui had turned away to shield his face and chest from her blows. She was glad that he couldn't see her face, couldn't see how close she'd come to losing her self control. Her heart throbbed and her face was flushed.

"Transferring from spring, something important like this...," her voice broke and she hung her head, her expression troubled.

Usui began to turn around, his face startled as he heard the stress and sadness in her voice.

"Ayuzawa, wait a-" But Misaki cut him off. "Don't turn around!" she commanded and he straightened. She couldn't look in his eyes and give herself away. Not now. This wasn't the time to display her weakness. She felt the tension and concern emanating from him. It hurt her to see him worried because of her. But she'd to say something else before she could relieve his mind.

"I've been thinking what I should do...," she uttered. She was pressing against him, her hand resting on his back as he stared out the only window in the room. "Even after thinking about it, I don't understand anything. But like this, nothing will be solved."

"Say it, its now or never," she told herself. Her mind screamed at her not to do it. It caused intense embarrassment to cripple her resolve,. But her heart made her recall the words that the girl had said- "My boyfriend and I went to different high schools. Then, he wanted to do 'those' things with me but I pushed him off. We broke up."

Her heart whispered, "You don't want that to happen, do you? You don't want him to leave you for a reason like that. Say it, just say it."

Slowly, Misaki put her arms around his waist. She blushed and gritted her teeth, focusing hard so she wouldn't change her mind.

"I've made my resolve."

"Ayuzawa," Usui said as he too encircled her arms with his own and gently squeezed her hand, a light blush tinging his face. She leaned her head against his back as she whispered, "Usui, you idiot... I will give you warmth. So tonight, let's stay like this- Together..."

Usui gazed down at their entwined hands, completely lost for words. "Did you really say that? Ayuzawa, always, you amaze me like this..."

He could feel her softness pressed against him, her warm breath tickling his back and her heartbeat echoing through his body. He suddenly realized that they matched his own heart's. Racing. Too fast.

But nothing could've prepared him for what happened next.

Misaki's warm lips pressed softly against the nape of his neck. And he was paralyzed. He could only feel her lips slowly moving down his shoulder and the excitement which coursed through him. She hugged him closer to her, her lips unstoppable.

"Ayuzawa!" he gasped. He hadn't realized that he'd been holding his breath.

"Shh... just let me..." she trailed off to show him what she'd tried to say. Her fingers started stroking his waist. He felt them trembling.

"A- Ayuzawa, what are you doing?" He broke free from her embrace and whirled around.

He felt completely off balance. He'd never been in this sort of situation before and it was the last thing he expected Misaki to do. He had no idea how to act next, or what to say. Apparently, she'd meant what she said. Going by her actions, that much was obvious. But this just wasn't right.

"Yes, I upset her when I told her about transferring to Miyabigaoka. It wasn't the best way to tell her either. I was entirely at fault for hurting her like that, throwing the words in her when she least expected it, as if I couldn't care less for what she thought about it. But what she's doing now is completely unrelated to it. What's gotten in her? I'd better think of some way to distract her from this senselessness."

In the few second in which he thought this through, she'd drawn closer again. From the meagre light coming through the window, he took in her flushed face, luminous golden eyes and slightly trembling mouth. She looked... Desirable.

He tried to speak calmly, "Ayuzawa, what are you trying to do? This isn't-", but broke off when she placed both her hands on his bare chest. Looking directly into his emerald eyes, she said, "I'm doing exactly what you always do. I'm giving you what you always want. This time, I'm the attacker," and she kissed him. On the lips.

Usui knew that she'd kissed him before. Twice. When she'd asked him to reveal everything about himself and when she'd finally confessed that she liked him. But those kisses didn't compare to this. This time, she was neither angry, nor desperate. This time, she was the seductress.

Her lips were moving against his in careless abandon, as if it was just the two of them in the whole wide world. She kissed him like there was no tomorrow, as if they'd just this one night to themselves. He was spellbound, intoxicated, mesmerized. He forgot the reason why he should stop her. He forgot where they were. He forgot his name.

A/N: If you read the story and have any thoughts or suggestions, please review. I appreciate all critique.