Chapter 004: To Not Take Her Innocence

Misaki awoke to the sound of sizzling coming from the kitchen, the recognizable aroma of eggs wafting into her bedroom. Lazily, she swung her legs over the edge of her bed, dangling them for a moment while she yawned. Patting her cheeks, she stood up, walking out of her room to the bathroom.

"I didn't know Suzuna could make eggs," she mused. She brushed her teeth, thinking about how thankful she was that her sister was able to win food prizes from the contests she entered. Right when Misaki was about to rinse out her mouth, she remembered that her little sister wasn't even home.

Dropping her brush into the sink, she sprinted towards the top of the stairs craning her neck to see into the kitchen. Her eyes widened as she saw a shirtless Usui placing sunny side up eggs on a plate beside the stove. Her mouth hung open in disbelief, both in what she was seeing as well as in her ability to forget the presence of her boyfriend.

"How could I forget he was here?" she asked aloud, walking briskly back towards the washroom. "And where did he even get those eggs? Did he leave to go grocery shopping or something?"

Returning to her bedroom, Misaki's eyes landed her clock, reading that it was already noon. Alarmed by her rather late start, she ran through the events of last night trying to piece together the reason as to why she'd felt the need to sleep in for so long.

The image of her sitting on the floor in her underwear made her gasp. Vaguely, she remembered uttering something embarrassing to the blonde alien before dashing back to her room, leaving him to fend for himself for the night.

"Idiot," she said to herself, guilt washing over her. He must have slept on the floor, or worse, he might have pulled an all nighter because of me, she thought. Coming to this conclusion, Misaki swore to herself that she wouldn't let her stubborn self do that again, though the thought of him rejecting her affections made her want to shut herself away all over.

"Misa-chan." Usui chimed from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!" Misaki, with her new resolve, headed towards the dining area to join her boyfriend for their first meal of the day.

When she approached the table, she noticed that the plate that she suspected was meant for her held a large sunny side up egg with a happy face painted onto it with ketchup. The silly presentation of the food made her giggle, causing Usui to stop what he was doing and just admire her smiling face. He sat down in time with her, but instead of digging in, he merely watched as his girlfriend ate, her giddy expression rewarding him for his actions.

Completely forgetting to ask him where the food had come from, she got up with her cleared plate and walked over to pick up his. As she reached over for his plate, she whispered a thank you. Quickly, she dumped the dishes into the sink, her cheeks hot. Amused, Usui got up from his seat and snaked his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as she continued with the chore.

Finishing up, she dried off her hands then let them hang loosely at her sides, still wrapped up in Usui's embrace. "What do you want to do today?" she asked him. "You're my guest... so it's up to you." She lowered her voice. "Besides, I have to make up for not letting you sleep beside me last night..."

Usui mused for a moment, his mind darting from one idea to the next, though all of them included either going outside or partaking in sinful activities. He sighed, shaking his head. "You choose," he insisted. "And you don't need to make up for anything, Ayuzawa. I understood."

Misaki nodded. She thought for a moment, though her mind kept being distracted by Usui's breath tickling her neck. Gulping, she turned her body around to face him, though her eyes fell to her feet. "M-Maybe we could watch a... a movie?" she stammered, playing with her fingers nervously. "I mean... If you want to do something else we could always-"

"A movie sounds perfect," he said, his fingers taking hold of her chin. He tilted her face upwards, leaning in so that their foreheads were touching. "But I hope you don't plan on forcing me to watch something pornographic. If you do, I might feel... inspired." Misaki pushed away from him and stormed off to the living room to find something to watch, calling him a pervert over her shoulder.

"Sorry," she said as took her spot beside Usui. "All I have are some old fairy tale movies from when Suzuna and I were little." He shrugged, claiming he was happy to watch whatever so long as he was with her. Rendered speechless, Misaki simply rest her head on Usui's shoulder as the movie began.

Halfway into the movie, Misaki felt restless for neither of them had uttered a word since it started. She knew he couldn't possibly be that interested in it, but instead of starting up a conversation, she kept quiet as well. Slowly, she was sucked into a day dream, though it was more like a replay of her dream from last night.

"Misaki," Usui said softly. His girlfriend had fallen asleep on him, and as much as he loved having a vulnerable Misaki clinging to his lap, he knew she wouldn't be too pleased to find that he had watched her in such an embarrassing state. He shook her lightly, trying to wake her. "Misaki, wake up, the movie is over."

Groggily, the student council president opened her eyes, the living room lights shining too brightly for her liking. All she could think about was her reoccurring dream, the one in which she was blissfully tangled up with her lover. It made her feel dirty, though at the same time it was something she longed for. Their separation deprived her of his warm touch and soft lips and all she wanted was a month's worth of both of those things sometime soon.

After apologizing for falling asleep, Misaki gathered the courage to look him in the eye and ask him some questions, though the questions she planned to ask made her feel stupid. If it weren't for her undeniable need for him after so long, she wouldn't open her mouth at all.

"U-Usui," she started, her fists clenched, her nails digging into her palm as if to force the words out of her. "If... If I told you that I wanted you to kiss me, would you...?"

Taken by surprise by the usually reserved president's question, Usui's mouth turned up into a grin. "Of course I would," he said, scooting himself over to be closer to her. "Anything the president wants is my command."

"So... If I... If I told you I wanted you to do it right now... would you...?"

Her questions and expressions that went them were enough to make him go crazy, thus resulting in him plunging forward and kiss her, holding her down with his body. Instead of trying to fight him off, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back just as enthusiastically.

Usui sat up, breaking the kiss and holding Misaki by her thigh and back so that she wouldn't fall backwards. Confused by her lack of resistance, he caught his breath so that he could ask her what the meaning of all of this was. "Misaki," he began, his breathing heavy. "Why are you-"

"Takumi," she gasped, her face red. "Didn't you miss me at all?" The words came out without warning, but rang clear nonetheless. "I missed you!" she admitted. "I missed you a lot, so why are you holding back? Make up for lost time, you idiot!" With that she crushed her lips against his, causing him to fall back onto the floor.

Thrilled by the sound of his first name coming from her lips, never mind the fact that she had just admitted to wanting him as much as he did at the moment, Usui complied with her request. Underneath her, he reached up to cup her face as she kissed him with more passion. He responded just as passionately, his hands moving from her hot face to her legs that rested on either side of him. In an attempt to press herself further against him, her warm centre brushed his member, bringing it to attention.

Groaning against her lips, Usui ground his hips against hers, receiving a whimper from his girlfriend. He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his sweat pants, and it didn't help that, in her attempts to hold him as close to her as possible, she was grinding against him in such an arousing way. With much difficulty, he regained control, allowing him to push her away, forcing their lips apart.

"Usui!" she cried as he sat up, her body sprawled out in front of him. "What did you do that for?" She was out of breath, her lips swollen, her face flushed, and her hair a mess. The sight of his girlfriend looking like that did not help his protruding boner. He bit his lip, trying to push away his naughty fantasies long enough for him to answer.

"Unless you want me to take away your innocence, Ayuzawa," he said huskily through gritted teeth. "I suggest you don't follow me."

Shocked, Misaki's eyes automatically fell on the obvious lump in Usui's pants, causing her mouth to fall open incredulously. Was that her fault? She sat dumbfounded as Usui walked away to do God knows what. Her hands reached up to run through her hair, finding difficulty in trying to brush through her tangles.

"...Is that why he stopped me the first time?"

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
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REPLIES:
Arvendell: Hehe, thank you so much! (:

karynperovskite: Thank you! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Raina Raspberry: Sorry about that ^^; I write these really late at night so half the time my ideas only really make sense in my head... But the moaning was because of her dream! Sleep talking is always fun, right?

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