— In Flight Obsession —


#12. Because Having the Worst Timing is a Daily Occurence, Lately.


Apparently, I was way off-track about the nature of his so-called debt.

My expectations are crushed as I eye him from the sofa. Usui's lean and tall body is sprawled on my bed, his eyes closed as he stretches leisurely, seeing that nothing in the world could be wrong at this instant.

But damn if it didn't feel wrong to me! Especially after that steamy dream that involved him, his hands and... I'd rather not go there again.

Ever.

"Seriously?" I dumbly ask his way, leaning on the sofa. Granted, I knew better than to remain too close to the Sun he was. I'd burn in more ways than I could imagine... And I had already tasted the fire earlier in the day.

It was...

Searing.

I tensely shift, crossing my ankles.

He arches one perfect eyebrow. "Well, I need to sleep. You also need to sleep, and you said you didn't want your bed."

He gestures at him."So here I am?"

I want to face palm at his incentives. "I know, I said that... But you seriously came all the way here... Just to... Sleep?" My voice holds an unmistakable edge of wariness mixed with eagerness that makes him grin knowingly.

"Was Ayuzawa-san expecting something else out of my visit?" His emeralds glint with mirth. "I could maybe satisfy your urges. But that would require you to word them out for starters..."

"Nonsense."

Gritting my teeth together, I stomp to the light switch.

"Forget what I've said," I hush menacingly, glaring at him. He smiles and simply shrugs back as the lights go off.

As I make my way to the sofa, my toes hit the corner of a table and I harshly bite back an unlady-like swear.

"We can still switch if you want," Usui's voice offer nonchalantly in the dark. My eyes squint in the moon-lit room, managing to make out his form on the bed.

"Nah. I'm fine over here." Slumping down on the sofa, I push back my pillow. "I wouldn't be able to sleep there anyway." The reckless sentence is out of my mouth before I can stop it, and I squeeze my eyes shut at the inept mistake.

Sure enough, his interest is at full attention. "Oh? What's wrong with it?"

I bite the inside of my cheeks.

"Nothing."

"Really? Because I find it pretty comfortable here."

"Good night, Usui-san."

"Are you sure about the bed?"

"Yes," I sigh. "And don't come any closer than three feet of the sofa or I'm kicking you out."

A soft chuckle rises in the dark.

"Yes, Ayuzawa-san. Good night."

I slowly wake up in the morning, feeling the soft sunrays caress my warm skin. I'm laying on my tummy, and damn if the mattress of the sofa isn't of a heavenly quality. It's neither too soft or too hard. Within the perfect amount of right, I could've just been floating away on a velvety cloud, I couldn't have cared any less.

My eyes flutter open, and the first sight I get comes straight out of my wildest dream.
A hand is inches from my face, looking all tempting and alluring with its hard lines, rough creases and perfect shape.

It makes my mouth water with envy, my cheek flush with need...

I want to lick it.

Inching closer, my nose brushes the warm skin of its thumb. I make the mistake to inhale and I'm smacked...

Even its smell is so damn fetching...

My mouth skims on the rough feel of it, leaving one faint kiss with my lips parted. It slightly shifts under my doing and I freeze, feeling it retreat. But the loss is short-lived, because when it comes back a second after, the rough pad of his fingertips touch my lips and coaxes it open. I obediently comply, feeling ecstatic when it grazes my tongue...

A whimper leaves me when he retreats again.

That hand is such a tease.

And his owner is even worse, because I distinctly hear someone's low and deep chuckle. My head snaps up, eyes meeting with low lidded emeralds. They're filled with faint amusement...

And something darker.

"—U-Usui..."

No matter how much I want to tear my eyes away from him, yell to demand an explanation for why the heck I am on the bed, curled in his arms, or even blame him for his goddamn sinful hands; I cant. There's something about his disheveled morning state that just makes him outright magnetic to my eyes.

His gaze falls down on my lips.
He softly taps his fingertips against them.

Once.
Twice.

He stops.

It's too late, I'm already enraptured.

And when he talks... Oh god. It's with that low and sexy scratchy voice men have in the morning.

"I'd love to see those lips wrapped around my..."

But before he can finish his sentence —potentially suggestive and dangerous— sharp knocks slam on the door along with Sakura's lively voice.

"Misaki! Are you up yet? Let's try the SPA! It's already ope—..." I tune her out, shooting upright on the bed.

My eyes are wide with alarm, going back and forth between the door and Usui.

Seeing that he still remains unmoving on my bed, I sloppily whisper-shout at him, "W-what in hell are you waiting for?!"

Hair tousled from his sleep and white button up shirt cleverly open, his golden skin is showcased, stretching over taut abs and rippled muscles. And that sight would've looked all kind of wrong, had Sakura barged in right this instant.

He cocks one eyebrow in question.

My face falls furthermore, wincing when Sakura's sharp knocks on the door resume.


Author's note:

Short update; sorry. I don't have much-much time to write as of late! But fear not, I promise another update no later than on friday!

Happy reading, my lovelies!

PS: Geez, Takumi is seriously a hot one! *nose bleed*