Having Your Way

A/N: I'm not going to talk about how many times I've reread 171-173 in the past two days. It's not a healthy number, let's leave it at that. So here's an alternative version! Please Enjoy!

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"You may not know this, but when a man gives a woman a gift of clothes it means he had ulterior motives." Tsuruga-san looks me up and down from his seat across from me. I feel a shiver run up my spine. I knew he was mad, but about Kijima-san giving me clothes? "It means he wants to have his way with you. Just because Kijima volunteered doesn't mean you should wear what he gave you."

His eyebrows furrow together and his eyes once again evaluate my attire. I suddenly feel naked. I shrink further into my couch and pull my arms to my chest. He doesn't mean? Kijima-san wanting to have-no. That can't be it. "B-but he-he didn't give me thi-"

Tsuruga-san's anger flares. "He paid money to dress you up. It's the same thing."

Is it? My eyebrows shoot up and I feel my cheeks flushing. "I'm sorry! I was so careless and irresponsible and I-" I stop. But what about... Setsu's spirit pushes at my mind, reminding me of last week. She's right.

"Mogami-san?"

I look up to my concerned senpai and I almost laugh. First he berates me for letting Kijima play dress up with me, and now he's worried because I stop mid-apology? He needs to pick a side. Pulling my shoulders back, I tilt my head as I take my time studying him. Of course, he looks effortlessly handsome. I can't help but wonder what I would be wearing right now if Tsuruga-san had dressed me up instead of Kijima. Would we compliment each other like we do when we're the Heel Siblings?

Images of our trip to Jeanne d'Arc replay in my head: from my attempts to disturb him by picking out the most expensive outfit in the store to his throwing pants and an undershirt. How he, by the end of the night, had bought me three pairs of pants and several blouses. With his logic...his buying me clothes can only mean one thing.

"Tsuruga-san," I start, looking him back in his eyes. My lips pull into a smile and I look at him curiously. "Does that mean you want to have your way with me?"

And for the second time tonight, he looks surprised at what I have to offer. But it doesn't last as I had hoped. Well, as long as Setsu had hoped.

He stands up and I jump in surprise. Did I make him mad? Maybe I shouldn't have let Setsu whisper to me. I didn't want to come to such impure conclusions-especially not concerning Tsuruga-san. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for his anger to take over the room. But it never does.

No, instead I feel a sudden warmth surround me. "Huh?"

I open my eyes and try not to squeal as I realize Tsuruga-san's face a mere centimeters away from my own. He leans forward, his arms trapping me on the small sofa. There's a familiar light behind his eyes and I recognize it instantly. I've made a grave mistake. The Emperor of the Night has made his appearance.

I don't even have time to pull away from him before he dives closer, his lips brushing against my right ear before traveling down to my neck. He kisses my skin gently, leaving a fire lingering on my skin. "Shall I," he kisses me this time at my jawline. I forget how to breathe. "have my way with you right here?"

He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. My heart pounds in my chest and I wonder if he can hear it so close to me. I look at him through my lashes and will myself not to blush in a thousand shades of red. Is he serious right now?

"Tsu-Tsuruga-san?" I whimper. He must be teasing me again, but my heart can't help but flutter at the possibility of him wanting to have his way with me. Why is it that he can go and play with my feelings so easily? Isn't he the one who wants me to protect my purity?

"Mogami-san," he breathes. His eyes clear themselves of their dark gaze and I think he finally realizes our situation. "I'm sorry," he whispers quickly, stepping away from me. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Of course not, we're in public."

The words slip out before I can stop them and I know deep inside the box has once again been unlocked by him. Otherwise I would have never said such a thing. But it's too late now. I can only wait for him to get mad at m-

Except his anger doesn't flare out. Instead, when I meet his eyes, he smiles.

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