A/N: I own nothing of Maid-Sama. Enjoy!
Misaki looked at the feast in front of her. Fresh made ramen with slices of pork, enoki mushrooms, soft-boiled egg, and bamboo shoots. Steam rolled off the chicken broth, decorating the room with its perfume.
"Wow," she breathed out. And to think she had actually helped to make it all without cutting her finger once or filling the kitchen with black smoke. Granted, Usui did most of the work after he saw her nearly take out her finger chopping the bamboo shoots. He had promptly decided not to let her touch any pointy or sharp tool in the kitchen without his assistance. He then annoyingly got under her skin (or rather on top of her skin) whenever he hugged her from behind and placed his hands over hers on the pretense of teaching her how to cut vegetables. She had to admit she didn't mind it too much. Though to be fair, it was totally his fault she nearly cut her finger in the first place because he startled her when his hand casually brushed her lower back. The unfortunate thing was that every time he touched her, it would fan the small heat growing in her lower stomach. And she could smell the woodsy cologne wafting from him. It was seductive, beckoning her to turn around and bury her nose in his chest to smell more of that wonderful cologne. But now as her stomach growled, she was more interested in the aroma wafting off from the ramen.
Within minutes the ramen was quickly being reduced to a few limp strands lying in a soon disappearing puddle of broth.
"How was it?" Usui inquired. His emerald eyes sparkled in amusement as she stared in disappointment at her nearly empty bowl. "Never mind, I can tell by your expression that it's good."
"For all you know, I could be just faking it so I wouldn't hurt your feelings," she shot back. It was good. She just didn't want to stand to see his smug face.
"Right, which is why you finished your food like a woman who hadn't eaten in three days."
She scowled at Usui's knowing face. "Shut up!"
He set down his chopsticks, brushing his golden hair back from his forehead as he continued to grin at her. "Just admit it, it was delicious. Though it was even more delicious because you helped make it as well."
Her face immediately flushed. Damn him for being so talented at words that made her stomach churn with butterflies. She glared at him as she swallowed the last drops of broth in an effort to clear her throat. "You're insufferable, you know that?"
"Am I?" And those tantalizing lips curved up into a smirk. She felt something nudge her knee. Then his foot went up. caressing the the side of her inner thigh.
Her protest caught in her throat. The heat that had never quite extinguished from preparing dinner came back with full force, especially when her eyes connected with his. They were lit with a green fire, not even bothering to conceal his lust. "Y-you-"
He stuffed her mouth with a spoonful of pudding before she could muster another word. The rich chocolate taste melted in her mouth, taking away what insults she was going to launch from her mouth. Rich and sweet, but just enough so it wasn't overpowering. Where and when he had gotten the pudding she didn't know, not to mention how he had placed it on the table without her realizing it. "When did you make this?" She licked her lips for the last bit of chocolate, not noticing that her actions had caused his gaze to be drawn to her lips.
"When you were showering after you got flour all over you." He used the same utensil to spoon some pudding in his own mouth, slowly licking the metal clean.
Misaki narrowed her eyes. "When you got flour all over me."
Usui shrugged. "I told you not to wring the dough but work it softly. Want another spoonful?" Without waiting for her answer, he offered the dessert just a few inches from her mouth.
She daintily accepted, but not without a glare at him. As the spoon retreated, his gaze went down to her lips. A little bit of the chocolate was at the corner. She was seriously having some dejavu. He had done something like this at the cafe, hadn't he? Was he going to shut her up with delicious food every time she was going to insult him with a comeback? Unconsciously, she leaned in, anticipating his move. But Usui merely sat back into his seat to spoon himself another portion of pudding.
One golden eyebrow arched. "Were you expecting something?"
"Ugh, you're so frustrating!" She stood up suddenly, her chair scooting across the dining room floor. Her skin was burning in embarrassment. And the man in front of her was only teasing her at every turn.
Usui looked up, slightly alarmed. Whatever words he was going to say, an apology perhaps for pushing her too far, was immediately cut off as she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him up to kiss him. It was the second time she was technically jumping him, but the sensation was no less intense.
His lips were all too eager to meet hers as she heard the clang of the spoon dropping onto the table as his hands reached to clasp her neck and angle her head so their lips could meld together better. He tasted like chocolate. Delicious. Smooth. Like velvet. This close to him, she could smell his woodsy cologne even more. It had a dizzying, seductive effect, tempting her to drown in him more more.
Usui abruptly pulled back. His eyes stared intensely at hers. "If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask."
Four short steps were all that it took for him to come around the table, grab her waist and tug her to the wall. Her hands automatically curled back into his locks of hair, thrilled when his hands wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. She could barely feel the wall behind her. Nothing, nothing could compare to the warmth of the man holding her. One of his hands curled around her waist, grinding her hips into his evident arousal. He wasn't the only one immune to the consequences of the games he was playing while they were preparing dinner. She carefully nipped at his lips, partly out of spite for all the caressing she had to endure earlier. He groaned against her mouth before digging his fingers deeper into her hips. One of her legs wrapped around his, wanting to feel that heat against her. Mine, she thought. His arousal was all because of her, something that made her curl her toes in delight. Their jeans were nuisances in their way. For once, she wished she was wearing a skirt so he could just hike the material up and enter her. But Usui pulled back, panting.
He leaned down slightly, his forehead just touching hers. "You're going to be the death of me," he whispered across her skin. His breath sent shivers down her spine. Her fingers trailed over his broad shoulders. She liked the look of them. His muscular arms were still caging her. Misaki couldn't help but hum in desire imagining how it would feel to trace the curves of his biceps.
"Why did you stop?" She murmured. Misaki tiptoed in an effort to capture his lips again but he only straightened his posture, grinning as her short stature couldn't reach him.
"Cute," he only said. He stepped back a little, releasing her from his arms. "Count this as your next lesson. You described to me a bit of your manuscript." His voice drawled as his palm cupped the side of her cheek. Misaki turned her head and placed a kiss on his palm in an effort to get him to kiss her again. She was not liking what he was saying. "The main characters start off slow with just kissing the female at a wall. We'll reenact all those scenes you wanted to rewrite, like taking you at your office desk one day. But no more than one a day. It won't be as much fun nor realistic for your novel if everything is done all at once. So with that, let's clean the dishes and your kitchen, shall we?"
Misaki couldn't believe her ears or eyes. The infuriating man had simply unwrapped her leg around him, turned around, and then left her hanging and wanting for him. And to do what? To wash the damn dishes instead of rewarding her with his mind blowing kisses. Yes, her novel of the main characters first realizing their physical attraction to each other was the male detective pressing the female investigator into the wall in a heat-ridden makeout session. She could bang her head on the wall for writing that instead of the two immediately having sex on the couch. But Usui was right in that the story wouldn't be believable. Gritting her teeth, Misaki clenched her thighs where she could feel a little liquid slipping down. She was aroused with no immediate way of relieving herself.
It killed him to stop right then and there. But a flame that burns extremely bright and releases all its heat will fizzle out so much faster than a fire that is slowly cared for and tended to until everything culminates in bright fireworks. It would feel all that much more pleasurable building up that tension before releasing it all. It was frustrating for both of them, but he had greater plans for them to fly together. For that, he would have to delay their gratification for the meanwhile. The hot tempered look she gave him with her reddened lips was more than enough reward for him in the present though she looked like she was about to punch him.
Somehow he got out of her apartment alive with all his clothes still on. How did he do it? Takumi wasn't sure. He could feel Ayuzawa fuming next to him as they washed the dishes in silence. Because he couldn't resist teasing her some more, he blew on her neck. She had spun right around to face him, nearly dropping the pot she had been rinsing.
"Don't," she had said. "Or I might-or I might..." Her voice trailed off but Takumi got the gist of what she was saying. Her amber eyes were still a darker shade than normal. Not to mention, she was breathing just a sliver more heavily than usual. He tried not to get distracted by the rise of her chest covered by her hoodie. It would not be gentleman-like. He was only human after all.
He took the pot away from her and placed it on the drying rack, lest her slippery hands dropped it on the floor. Just one small allowance, his ever present arousal thought. Not right now, his brain admonished, gentleman-like, remember? He compromised, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. No. Fuck it. That one small and simple kiss had his lust rearing back in full power. He listened to that lust instead, dropping a kiss on her delectable lips, twirling her tongue as she gasped in surprise. She eagerly responded, sucking on his own tongue in an effort not to lose the battle.
"All done." He had murmured. "I'll see you next time, Misa-chan." And before she could regain her composure, he left her apartment. If he stayed a second longer, either she or he would be the first to break and fuck the other one senseless on the counter.
A couple of minutes later, his phone had dinged. Don't call me Misa-chan! He chuckled. He had found a new button of her to press. Something about her just made him want to tease her more and more. I mean it!
He sent a winking face emoticon. It was something he had never done before. If Aoi had just seen what he did, Takumi would never hear the end of it.
Unfortunately, the bulge at his pants was still something he had to deal with. He had managed to get back to his studio, but the damned thing never went fully down. Perhaps a long, cold shower was overdue. Just like the long cold showers he had to have every time he interacted with the vixen of a woman.
There was a message that he had missed while driving back to his studio. He couldn't help but smile at seeing the name across the screen. What do I with the leftover dough?
He texted a quick reply, imagining how she would be holding the screen waiting for his reply. Or would she immediately toss her phone to a far off corner as soon as she sent off her text?
I thought I told you to call me Misa-chan, you perverted alien!
Within seconds of receiving her message, he was calling her.
"What now, you jerk?" She was breathless, her voice not as angry as he had expected.
"Hmm, you told me to call you Misa-chan. So I'm calling you right now, Misa-chan," he said.
Her groan vibrated to his ear. "It was a typo!"
"Oh, so even the great Misa-chan can make mistakes?"
"Don't call me that, ooh-"
Takumi paused. What had been that sound? And her voice was getting even more breathy. He heard a soft whimper, almost as if she was stifling it somehow.
"Ayuzawa. Don't tell me you're..." And his jeans were feeling even more tight by the second. Even soft moan was triggering the rush of blood to his cock.
"Shut. Up." She was gritting her teeth. This time as he was listening closely, he could hear the sounds of bedsprings creaking. He was going to have to get her a new bed. By the time they were getting to the end of all the scenes in her novel, her bed would be a creaky mess of metals.
"Hmm, I bet you have your pillow between your thighs right now. Unless your fingers are there to touch yourself, wet and open? You're dirtier than I thought, Misa-chan."
She whimpered loudly this time. "Don't-don't call me that! And I'm not doing-anything!"
Takumi sat down on his couch, all thoughts of the cold shower evaporated from his mind. There was something far more enjoyable to occupy and release his tension with. Despite the tightness of his erection against his jeans, he was easily able to loosen the zipper. How he wished it was Ayuzawa who had her hands on his cock. He would have immediately spilled into her hands with no shame.
"You're lying, sweetheart. I bet you're thinking of me right now. Riding my hard cock as I take your breasts into my mouth." His voice turned husky unintentionally. This was not in her novel, or in his plans at all. But he was going to make sure it would permeate her memories whenever she worked on her scenes in the novel.
"I'm going to video call you. And don't refuse it."
