Today is one of those days where the females are jumping about for joy. [Last day of period, y'see] Of course, that signifies you, too. Tearing open the packaging of the sweet dessert, you popped one strawberry flavored marshmallow into your mouth, rejoicing over the end of your bloodied horror, which meant Byakuran could freely rape you finally have sex with you.
But of course, that schedule was subjected to change.
Ever since he dated you last year, you were either taking pills to prevent your period, or come up with some unbelievable excuse [which fooled him, mind you] that got free tickets to 'no sex'. So far, he hasn't suspected anything; and you had tried not to act so bi-polar-ish in front of him the last few months, which pretty much ruled off all his prying towards other femal-ish things he doesn't know. And you were happy with that.
But six days ago, you had totally forgotten about the date, which resulted in him asking stupid questions like: "are you leaking blood?" or "... Are you sure it's not some new type of cancer?"
It almost drove you nuts.
... Even though your mood-swings nearly force him to that corner.
Oh well. Back to the story.
Anyways, you were feeling really high today, so you decided to pay your boyfriend a special visit in his office about sixty floors above.
Knock, knock.
"Come in~"
"BYA-CHAN! MY PERIOD HAS FINALLY ENDED! WHEE!"
Ensue "BOOMCRASHBANGBEEPSCREAM" for sound effect.
After Byakuran had recovered from your onslaught, he promptly lifted you up onto his laps, chuckling awkwardly beside your ear.
"Since it's over... Help me clean this place up, [Y/N]-chan~"
"... No."
He raised an eyebrow questioningly. You weren't the type to turn him down; but then again, how many times have you did for sex?
He tugged you closer, his hot breath brushing against your neck as he sunk his teeth into the crook of your neck.
"Byakuran..."
You knew what he was going to do, but you weren't about to turn him down.
It was all for sex after your period ends.
Extended crack ending!
Sighing, Shouichi carried the silver tray down the extensive hallway, humming along to the music that was being blasted through his earpiece. Thankfully unfortunately for him, that song he was listening had did a FINE job muting the moans and screams that were coming from his boss's room.
"Byakuran-san, your lunch–"
He screamed and dropped the tray after witnessing the sight, covering his (virgin) eyes in the process before making a run back to his personal space.
Since that day, Shouichi vowed never to send lunch with music being blasted on high.
