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i. Allure
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It's in her eyes as she passes him by on her way to class. In the mischievous, yet vulnerable; the lustful, yet fearful, twinkling shades of onyx - an invitation.
He'll never understand her, he'd come to that conclusion long ago. He'll never know exactly what she's thinking or what she's feeling, and it lures him in.
He feels no guilt when he lets his gaze stray from the secretive darkness of Hinamori's to regard the true object of his affection, as she sends him one last look of unfathomable desire before turning the corner with nothing but grace, and he feels himself being pulled, like a magnet, in her direction.
He'll always follow her, that of which he's always known but only recently acknowledged, and with that compliance, as well as the recognition that she'd gone in the opposing direction of the class he's one-hundred percent sure she has, he yields.
"I'll see you later," he dismisses casually as he straightens up and submerges his hands in his pockets, onset to the wonderful unknown with nothing but blatant disregard to her hard stare as it bores into his back.
He ponders with every retreating step which one of them will give in first; will put aside their pride, and just call it. She knows. He knows for a fact that she knows. Yet, he wonders if she's realized that he's known her secret for quite some time as well.
It's not like he hasn't made it blatantly clear.
If transparent, un-sugarcoated words don't do the breaking, then the secrets they keep will serve as their silent demise. And that, he's certain, had already begun.
No hindrance accompanies such recognition, however, as his heart no longer belongs with his publicly proclaimed 'sweetheart', and he has a sound feeling it never had. It always, without any doubt, belonged to her.
Thoughts of her flowing into his mental capacity once again, he's brought out of his brief, unwitting cogitation and back into their weekly, lustful game of follow-the-leader.
Taking his chance on the slightly ajar custodial room door, he peeks his head in, and sure enough, she's there, sitting atop the lone desk, a covetous smirk splayed from ear to ear across her angelic features.
Casually, he slips inside and closes the door behind him, the swift turning of the lock echoing about the small, dimly lit closet; anticipation ascends.
Mirroring her visage, he closes the distance, "Shouldn't you be in Calculus right about now?"
"Some things are more important.." she vouches, coy and unconcerned. "Shouldn't you be in History right about now?"
Smoothing his hands up her thighs, he ventures beneath her skirt and grasps her hips, drawing her closer, "Some things are more important."
Biting her lower lip, she lets a small giggle escape her, and with a sudden, dire urge to evade his doting gaze rivaling his unwavered, coveting incentive to exploit her imminent desire, their lips meet.
He tastes fresh, like the watermelon he never fails to consume each day at lunch, and she drinks it in; she tastes sweet, like the pastry she never fails to devour after every meal, and he savors it.
Her hands find their way into his hair, fisting the soft alabaster tresses in earnest fingers, whilst his tighten their hold on her most prominent curve, gripping the supple flesh with bruise inducing avidity, collectively heightening the room's temperature and making the space between them non-existent, lips smacking fervently.
Her dull nails dig into the back of his neck, evoking an all too predictable spell of husky moans, and in retaliation, his hands pave a quick path beneath her blouse, disregarding the confines of her brassiere for the sake of manipulating her own weakness, prompting the surefire loll of her head.
A combination of soft giggles and gasps escape her as he begins to kiss and suckle the nape of her neck, the act far too stimulating to be fair.
His victorious smirk is felt against her skin as she succumbs to his captivation, yielding to every expertise and beguiling caress, and she nearly lets him believe he's won before suddenly taking back the reins, capturing his lips once again as her hand curls around his uniform tie, with intent of discarding the futile accessory.
She collars his lower lip with her teeth, tugging none too gently as she begins unfastening the buttons of his shirt, exposing his rather chiseled torso to her greedy caress, fingertips tracing each and every fine angle.
His silent, almost desperate inquiry echoes when she pauses at his waistline - is it finally going to happen?
That cues a sadistic curl of her lips, yet she continues to kiss him with nothing but intense, genuine yearning, her hands fiddling with his belt buckle in false clumsiness all the while, as she had no intention of unhinging it.
His partially displeased message is delivered by way of a callous bite on her bottom lip - tease.
She merely giggles; the petty schoolgirl giggle she saves especially for him, as she knows it makes his blood boil.
This loathsome cackle soon becomes a triumphant exult once she's grazed his hardened groin, her dark eyes gleaming with pride as she draws back to meet his disappointed teal gaze, and a charming smirk plays her lips.
She relays her request for him to step aside by way of uncoiling her legs, setting him free.
Sliding off the desk, Karin composes her clothes to a presentable degree and rakes her hands through her hair, feigning that of an innocent teenager. "I'll see you at practice," she promises, projecting pure nonchalance as she saunters to the exit. Halting with her hand curled around the doorknob, she casts him one last glance, and without an ounce of sincerity, "Say 'hi' to Momo for me."
Toshiro loiters for a brief spell, trademark scowl reprising it's role as his excitement wears off and he's left to stew in sexual frustration once again. He fastens his shirt, straightens his tie, and with an exasperated exhale, he runs calloused fingers through his hair, assuming the image of - as she so delicately puts it - an arrogant bastard once more.
Her words echo through his mind, the underlying notion undeniable, as her consistent words of departure were his reminder: until he was single, that was as far with her as he was going to get.
One would think he'd comply, break it off with Hinamori and become a single man, only to make his relationship with Karin official the next day. Yet, he won't, despite himself, because, in the most twisted areas of his mind, he saw it as a challenge. Just like the girl herself was a challenge. And he truly believed, with good reason, she was just begging him to break her resolve.
Challenge accepted.
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.there is no modern romance.
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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed the intro chapter! And also, felt compelled to review. I'll say now that this story is partially inspired by the HitsuKarin fic - 'Take a Bite of My Heart Tonight' by 'carved in the sand'. Which, if you haven't already, you should read, 'cause it's pretty great.
Lyrics: Modern Romance - Yeah Yeah Yeahs