This is just brilliant, she grumbled mentally.

As president of the Student Council, she had to attend to some of the faculty and staff meetings that the administration of the school held periodically – this time was, in particular, on a Sunday. That wasn't what bothered her, however. It wasn't her first time going to school on her only weekly day of rest – some of the information needed to be delivered immediately to the students, and it was her responsibility to do so. However, this time, she had not come alone.

A certain blond stalker was waiting for her at the end of her meeting in the library of Seika High.

The raven haired sighed as she recalled her unsuccessful attempts to convince him not to follow her. As usual, he just ignored her protests with a sly and annoying smirk. She had to push away her thoughts out of her mind as a funny looking teacher addressed her. The smiling woman gave her some instructions: for the remainder hour, she scribbled down some notes on the discussed subjects – only those relevant to the students, at least. After some formalities and greetings, she was released.

Despite rusty and dull to most students, the library was open to visitors every day of the week for those who needed educational resources – bookworms and failing students, mostly. Sunday in particular, had just a few students unevenly distributed among the tables of the hall. None of them were the blond alien. She would have to search for him, Misaki thought as she huffed in annoyance.

She sneaked between the tall bookshelves looking for her boyfriend. It should be an easy task: besides naturally standing out due to its appearance, the alien wore his Miyabigaoka uniform – he and his eccentric ways of fitting in the student environment. She found him in a small (and rather claustrophobic) enclosure, where the old, foreign classics were stored. The sun rays barely reached the room; an incandescent lamp reinforced the light. Inside the passageway where Misaki had entered, there was nothing but uninterrupted walls of worn out spines.

And, leaning on a stand (probably already installed there because the place was a makeshift deposit), was Takumi, immersed on his reading. His countenance was placid – the peace that emanated from him was surprising. It was... unusual and distant, as if a stranger stood in front of her. The boy broke off, however, as soon as he saw her. Closing the volume, it's title became visible to her: 'Macbeth'.

"President" he greeted her with his traditional mocking tone. This time, however, the raven haired didn't huff; it was comforting to finally glimpse at the side of him she was more intimate with. He continued, noticing her silence "Something wrong?"

"What?" She said, distracted. Soon, she acknowledged the question "No, I'm fine. And you?" She nodded at the book he held.

"Shakespeare is always interesting." he said simply, returning the book to the warmth and comfort of its brothers. "A lot of it's lost in the japanese translation, though"

"You've already read it in engl...?" she began, but stopped herself when he realized the answer was obvious. He was educated under british standards, it was natural that their readings summarized the country's classics. "Forget it, let's go."

"Oi, Misa-chan" he called her when she turned her back to him. His voice was slurred, malicious; it made the hairs of the back of her neck stand. "I still haven't properly thanked you for yesterday." In a quick gesture, he circled her waist with his arms.

"You don't need to do that" she muttered, as she remembered about the chocolate incident. His lips on her ear baffled her.

"But I want to" he replied in a naughty whisper. Deftly, he switched their positions: she was, now, resting against the table while he caged her figure with his hands splayed over the wooden surface, on both sides of her hips.

"D-do you... do you have any idea of where we are?" She protested in exasperation. Had he gone insane?

"You are overreacting, prez." he murmured in amusement. "I just wanted to know what would Misa-chan want as a reward." He lowered his face so that it was at the same level as hers.

"And it has to be here?" She insisted, blushing. She didn't turn her face away, despite her nervousness.

"I'm very curious, Misa-chan." His sarcastic tone failed to distract her from their imminent proximity – she had to sit a bit on the desk to gain a comfortable distance.

Now that he had her exactly where he wanted, Usui stopped. He had been so horny after he felt her taste the sweet chocolate on his body, and he couldn't get the relieve he wanted due to some unforeseen circumstances. He planned, then, not a punishment, but an experience – more than that, a test, to find out how far could her boldness reach.

"Tell me how you want it." he asked, a bit haughty. He was anxious to hear her answer.

"Wha...?!" She gasped, perplexed. That idiot wanted her to say it? She chose to be evasive: "Well... kiss me and um... well... you know!"

"No." He denied her with a broad and stupid grin. "I don't know."

"You arsehole." she spat, completely flushed. They had never talked about it – the topic was only mentioned by the blond before in jokes, nothing more. Having sex and talking about sex were two very different things.

"You're making it hard, Misa-chan." Usui beautifully faked a crestfallen tone. He sighed, feigning disappointment, and completed teasingly: "Want me to help you?"

"Of course not!" She cried, outraged. Misaki hated the feeling of being underestimated – he just used that fact to his advantage. She drifted her almond eyes away from his green ones, to focus on the dark ceramic of the ground. "L-let's go to your apartment." she said, finally.

"It's a shame there's no room for a bed there." he lamented, seriously this time. "I enjoyed yours, Ayuzawa." The phrase was emphasized so indecently; she blushed to the roots of her dark hair with the memory.

"I prefer your couch." she replied in whisper, almost by reflex. In her words, Takumi found an opportunity.

"Why?" He encouraged, mischievously (though genuinely interested).

"I like... to be on top." she said in a murmur, simply. She continued, before the boy could nag her again: "That way I... I can... also take control, in that position. And... uh ..." She bit her lip before whispering the rest: "It feels... really, really good, too."

"Really now..." he agreed, close to her ear. His hot breath caressed her skin. "What else d'you like?"

Hearing him utter the question so seductively affected her in a way that she didn't thought possible. He hadn't even touched her yet, and she already trembled and felt her bowels burn and twitch. Mute due to the effect that he had in her, she cursed, internally, herself and her stupid shyness.

"Come on, Misa-chan." he urged when she didn't answer. Usui, then, appealed for impertinence: "Want me to tell you what turns me on?" The raven haired gasped, and heard an obscene chuckle before he proceeded: "I love the feeling of Misaki when she is hot. And tight. And dripping wet."

Usui placed soft kisses in the curve of her supple and pulsating neck, in between words. Already his girlfriend had suppressed breathing; she tried in vain to calm the heartbeat. He had never said anything like that before – and, though awkward, this new situation they were in was extremely erotic. To relieve her itch and nervousness, the girl's thighs pressed tightly against each other. How could he, just by softly murmuring her name and describing the feeling of fucking her, lead in her such reaction?

"You... you're doing it on purpose!" she spat, hissing the sentence between her teeth.

"Maybe." he blew in her ear. He stepped back to look at the livid face of his favourite maid. The way she stared at him, he could swear that the world's biggest abomination had just been said.

"Don't insult my pride, stupid alien!" she barked.

"Insult?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. "But you seemed to like it." His smirk grew before he continued: "I still don't know what you want, Ayuzawa."

"O-okay" she convinced herself, in the end. He was right to say that she did appreciate their little 'dialogue'. "You can kiss... ugh... kiss my neck. If you want."

It was so lovely to see her confront her inner insecurities to express what she felt, even if she did it clumsily in the end. Takumi chuckled at the obviousness of her last sentence; he would never let pass a single opportunity to put his mouth on any part of her body. However, the fact that she was now responding, worked as an incentive for him to prolong their conversation – and to satisfy his desire, at the same time.

"Be more specific, Ayuzawa." he asked as she smiled wickedly. Game on, he thought. "Do you reallywant me to kiss your neck?" And the blond's lips walked all over her satin skin, in a shower of kisses. One hand left the table to rest gently on the skirt of her school uniform. "Or would you prefer your ear?" He offered as he bit her earlobe. Daring, his fingers snaked beneath the yellow fabric to squeeze her soft flesh. "Or you'd rather feel my tongue instead?" And slid it across the shell of her ear, before descending to the base of her throat. He also took his hands out of Misaki's thigh to slide – gently – a finger along her panties. She was damp.

Lost in lust, she gasped sharply as he asked her about her preferences and offered a demonstration to entice her. Even though focused on not displaying any expression of pleasure, she could barely stifle a moan as she felt him touch her most intimate place. Meanwhile, he was suffocating on his own mismatched breathing. His fingers ached as they gripped hard the sides of the desk.

"We don't wanna draw any attention, do we, prez?" His arms encircled her waist once again, keeping her trapped, sitting on the table. His voice was calm, but the state in which she was then (flushing, panting and heated) affected him too. But, despite the warning, no one could hear them if they kept it low – the stocked racks and the brick made walls served as excellent acoustic insulators.

Misaki's judgement faded as her want grew; she didn't even notice how absurd the blond's comment sounded, since he was the one responsible for her reactions. And, in the same way she began to tolerate incoherence with naturalness, she also ignored what Usui had just said – which, in any other given case, would have earned him a slap in the face. She stumbled on her own words as she answered him, however.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"I want... everything you just said." she repeated, wrapping his black shirt in her fists. The challenge and the urgency surpassed her embarrassment and they compelled her to drown herself in greenish orbs.

"Sure." he consented, amazed at the intensity with which she faced him. He couldn't suppress the indecent smile that, lazily, began to form on his lips as he realized that she wanted to play the game as well. "Anything else?"

"Lower." she pointed out, in a small voice. "I want you to go down more." she admitted while she bit her lips, keeping him attentive in his field of vision.

"Where exactly?" Takumi's irises darkened; his pupils, dilated. As she told him what she wanted, she was tantalizingly beautiful – full lips, warm skin, hungry eyes.

Misaki had come to learn how to take advantage of any convenient circumstances – and she wasn't going to waste her chance. Just like the last time, at school, she unbuttoned her blouse, the top three buttons now. This time, however, she didn't do it awkwardly or inhibited; the blush on her cheeks only reinforced her natural grace. In a firm and resolute gesture, she slid her index finger to the deepest point her neckline allowed. She didn't avert her eyes from his, not even once.

"Here." she indicated, determined, because that was what she wanted. To emphasize her request, she lightly pressed her thighs against the boy's hips, enveloping him.

And all Usui could do was to surrender upon his girlfriend whom, in his opinion, was now deliciously appealing. He grabbed her waist and pressed himself against her, while sealing the raven haired's mouth with his own. They kissed avidly, brushing tongues and lips. His fingers dug into the exposed skin of the girl's hips; hers, into his scalp, before trying, in vain, to claw his back, protected by a layer of fabric.

As she freed him from the white jacket of his Miyabigaoka uniform, Takumi revelled in her neck, exploring the area with want and greed. Soon, the jacket was forgotten on the floor, and the boy's lips were lost in her exposed neck. Feeling him lick and suck her sensitive skin caused Misaki to exert more pressure as she strummed his shoulders and ribs, hidden underneath his dark vesture; repressing any sounds to not give themselves away. In an impulse, he kissed her again, muffling her moan. The melody of her whimpers and the burning sensation within him drove him insane – he pushed her against the nearest bookshelf, and emitted a carnal sound, that came from the back of his throat. Their tongues mixed; restless, thirsty.

Due to the force with which he pressed her against the literary surface, one of the books crumbled down from its position and crushed on the floor, with a thud. They, surprised by the noise, shook off, regaining consciousness of where they were. It was on her lips, however, where he simply whispered: 'My place' – without hesitation, she nodded in agreement, as she closed the collar of her shirt and and fixed her uniform.

To hide the bulge on his pants, he tied his white jacket on his hips: it hung in the place, looking little odd, and it disturbed his usual solemn demeanour. But, at the time, little did he care about his own appearance; he even ignored the cover of the book they had knocked down – Hamlet, one of Shakespeare's most proclaimed masterpiece, was unceremoniously displaced from Seika's collection.

When they returned to the library's lobby, there was no commotion or any evidence that they had been discovered; no one heard at all, in the end. They left school in a hurry, because they still had to ride the subway and walk a good way to Takumi's building. It was on the stairwell of the underground station that Misaki decide to break the silence in which they were immersed, upon remembering what had happened in the library's room.

"Only four more to go, Usui." she declared, in a mixture pride and insolence. She was counting her most recent achievement.

"You've earned it, Ayuzawa." he congratulated her, leaning in so she could hear him among the tumultuous box office. He also recognized: "You're getting pretty good at it."

"You shouldn't have underestimated me in the first place." Her eyes blazed in the anticipation of her final victory. Again, the reason why she wanted to win so fervently intrigued him.

"What will you want as your prize, anyway?" He asked again. They had already stepped into the public transport; they were squeezed up against the door due to the crowd.

"I'll tell you..." she murmured, stretching on the tips of her toes to reach him "after I win." She knew her reply sounded presumptuous, but that was just the way she could give herself some confidence.

"Misa-chan and her dirty little secrets." And he laughed to torment her.

"I'm not a perv like you, idiot Usui." she retaliated.

"I disagree." he opined, direct. She could not refute him and stayed shut, while he suppressed a laugh.

Although silence dominated the rest of the way, they both felt the effect caused by the proximity in the subway: they were still heated with the (barely contained) desire that exploded back in the library. Their pace sped up as the stepped on the ground once again; the familiar glass façade was already visible. After hurriedly greeting some acquaintances, they reached the elevator. A nice lady – although rather inconvenient at the time – joined them on their way up. Chattering incessantly, Takumi's neighbour followed them to his apartment. With complacent smiles, they parted ways with the elderly, and finally – finally! – they closed the door behind them. They were alone.

Immediately, their bodies were together again, leaning against a white and smooth surface, this time. Between kisses, bites and sucks, they undressed: she undid the knot of his jacket and the buttons of the black shirt he wore, and he, with a tug, yanked away her skirt. They kissed, greedily – one was naked from the waist up, the other, just bellow her hips. Misaki was finally able to let her hands feel the free and warm touch of the boy's torso. Pinning her to the wall, he held her in the air with his hands on her buttocks, ready to take her to the couch.

"Counter." she murmured, briefly interrupting the kiss. After leaving her mouth, he stroked with his lips every bit of skin he could reach, as he sat her on the marble.

"I reckoned you preferred the couch." he answered, biting her ear. He moved back to slide her black socks and shoes out – he could, then, eye his girlfriend unbuttoning her own blouse again. School uniforms could be very hot at times, he thought to himself. He kicked out his own shoes, impatiently.

"Today I want it here." she said, categoric. The pink set she wore became visible through her open shirt. It was him, however, the one who took the white garment off and threw it to the floor, as he consented her with a dirty smirk. 'Whatever you want', she read in his eyes before being taken in a new kiss.

Despite enjoying the sight of her underwear, Usui wanted strip her out of her last pieces of clothing right after they resumed their caresses. He lingered in her throat and across the exposed skin of her chest, as he reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Now free, her slightly upturned breasts were one again imprisoned when the blond covered her hardened nipples with his mouth and hands, both heated.

The raven haired didn't held back from expressing her pleasure as she felt him sucking her and squeezing her, his touch both humid and wild; she moved her fingers disjointedly between his golden locks and her boyfriend's long dorsum (she was probably leave marks with her nails). Soon his palms were on her legs, only his tongue and lips savoured her breasts now. He grabbed her thighs with delight – his naughty fingers rubbed once again her panties, much wetter than before. Misaki's breathing became sharper when he slid one long finger on her insides, pushing the pink cotton a bit to side.

The way he explored her inner depths, slowly and intensely, while he sucked her skin with voracity, drove her insane: rather than satiating her, he just made her desire grow. She bit the boy's shoulder to mitigate an involuntary moan, and then she heard him growl, in ecstasy – her tongue relished again Takumi's taste as she licked and nibbled on his neck, his jaw, his chest.

Reacting to her caress, he stuck in another finger; he sank them to the hilt before removing them – both fingers now splashed female fluids. The raven haired was loud and clear in expressing her satisfaction, her back arched backwards. She was so lost in the pleasure, she didn't even notice when he bent down to remove her last piece of clothing, it was only when the boy's tongue brushed across her core that she realized. However, the way he licked and sucked her most sensitive area didn't bring her any kind of relief either: with skill, he only teased her; he created in her the expectation for an ultimate climax.

In protest, she expressed her frustration when Usui stopped to kiss her thighs, stomach, breasts, neck, and finally, end the excruciating and delicious path in her ear. He might have asked her about what she wanted him to do next, and in her current state, she would have answered any of his questions – more than that, she was willing to do it. But his words, spoken with explicit fervour, surprised her and exponentially multiplied her already high urge:

"I want you, Ayuzawa."

Tongues, lips, hands mingled in a lustful rhythm. Eager, Misaki unbuckled his belt and pulled out his white pants and boxers in a rough movement – the blond had already taken out a condom from his pockets and was now focused on the tempting and inviting curves of his girlfriend. Distracted, she could only go back to rub her lips against Takumi's throat and shoulders. He had already broke in her centre, in a slow thrust at first, that soon became fast and raging.

Perhaps it was thanks to the ability with which he fucked her, but the raven haired was extremely aware of his cock as it penetrated her; she had never felt him do her so strongly. Her moans were contained, since he shoved his tongue into her mouth as soon as he began to move. They kissed, panting, until breathing was needed; they busied their lips, then, with each other's bodies. However, it was in his mouth where she screamed as she exploded into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced until then. She still felt the pleasure spreading languidly through her as Usui filled the condom with his semen, squeezing her tightly against himself.

"Holy." she whispered, returning the embrace. She wasn't sure which she liked better, if her rewards or her punishments.

"Ditto." he agreed in a whisper. He stroked her hair before heading to the kitchen to toss the used latex into the trash bin. He couldn't, however, restrain himself from teasing her: "You are ready to narrate a soft porn novel, Misa-chan."

"Can't you keep your stupid mouth shut, idiot Usui?" She complained as she got down from the counter.

"You can shut me up whenever you want." he suggested, in a cheeky and entertained tone.

Misaki's eyes narrowed as she imagined how exactly he wanted to be shut.