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21# - Lovely Jinx
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"True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about but few have ever seen."
— F. De la Rochefoucault
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— U. Takumi
The shy sunrise pulled me out of my slumber the next morning. Not wanting to open my eyes just yet, I laid still, feeling the soft mattress and fluffy comforter covering me. It felt warm and I relished in my lazy waking-up, before I realized that something was missing.
Effort notwithstanding, and with one eye half open, my mild fear flew away. A slow smile was spreading on my face at the lovely vision that greeted me.
She was standing in front of my room's window bay that faced me, wearing my button down shirt and possibly nothing else underneath. The creamy and heavy curtains —that I never bothered with— were pulled away, letting dawning rose and golden hue paint the room in their soft glow.
But I should mention that what struck me most wasn't the soft shade of the stunning view, although it was, indeed, dauntingly resplendent.
It was her.
She shifted, and right before she turned around, I closed my eyes back, my smile dropping to a natural expression. It was such a childish move to feign sleep, and I had no apparent reason to. It just felt like the right thing to do.
Her shadow moved over me, and I felt the bed dip.
"..."
It was hard to keep the deception playing on. I forced my breathing to come out as steady and slow as possible, though my heart was wildly beating in my chest. A smile dangerously threatening to spill was silently bit back with conscious ardor.
"... Usui?" She cautiously murmured.
I didn't answer.
Her voice was a hint steadier when she kept on.
"...T...Takumi? Are you awake?"
God, it was hard not to smile. The uncertainty in her voice was so cute, and the way she spoke my name, I could only imagine her slight discomfort etching her cheeks pink.
The bed shifted again as she edged closer. I could hear her irregular breathing, and damn, I was really curious as to what she was planning to do.
Ever so lightly, her index finger came to brush my jawbone, the touch surprising me and breaking my regular breathing into a superficial sharp one. Stillness surrounding us, she froze for a second, right in time so I could regulate my breathing pace back to normal.
A shaky breath escaped her lips, her fingertips grazing my skin.
Damn, damn and damn. She was so fucking cute. My hand hidden under the pillow clenched for mind-leverage.
Don't smile, don't open your eyes. Breath. Slowly. Steadily.
When she made sure I wasn't stirring, she picked up from where she left off, tracing a path up from my cheek, to under my eyes, following down with the bridge of my nose... Nearing the corner of my mouth...
Reaching my lips, she momentarily stopped, her fingertips trembling.
"...You're asleep, right, Takumi?" She shakily asked, almost to herself.
Of course, my love.
Her thumb came up, replacing her index finger and trailed the length of my lips over and over again. Sensually, she nudged my lower lip on one side, her other fingers tickling the underside of my chin and neck.
God, I wanted to bite that finger so bad.
Sliding downwards, her hands brushed my neck, and lower.
Adam apple...
Lower...
Collarbones, where she traced their sharp edges, a sweet sigh coming off her lips.
When she started to continue even lower, dipping in the middle of my torso, down to my abs, I just couldn't help it anymore and slowly opened my eyes.
Too focused on where her fingers were touching, she didn't notice me but hell...
She was completely devouring me with those lovely eyes of hers. The shit eating grin that broke on my face was downright bliss at seeing her feasting on my body that way.
She was enjoying this, huh?
When she reached the comforter —that unfortunately was wrapped around my lower body—, she made her way back up, her palms brushing the expanse of skin she had skimmed with her fingertips earlier.
Until she reached the base of my neck.
And saw that smug grin on my face.
"..."
"UH?!"
She jumped out of the bed, caught her feet in a pillow, and fell back.
"What the hell... Damn it!" She swore, and cursed a few more.
Then she jumped back up and locked her wide eyes with mine.
Accusingly pointing her finger at me, she stammered out. "Freaking Usui! D-...Don't tell me..."
Shit-eating grin was my only answer to all her questions.
"...Oh God... No..." She stared at me with disbelief, her jaw gaping.
She started to stand up but I caught her before she could, pulling her down with me. Landing on my chest, I locked her there.
"By any means, please, continue."
My voice came out low and husky, rougher than I had expected, making her blush intensify. Then she pounded on my chest with her tiny fists as she reprimanded me.
"Stupid! Do you really... Enjoy teasing me... That much?!"
Typical Misaki.
I loudly laughed with delight, rolling her in my tight embrace as she squealed.
Swinging her under me, I then took my time with her while she cursed a little, but gasped my name much more.
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— A. Misaki
"Feeling sore?" He asked, albeit too innocently as he turned on the stove, planning to make breakfast for two.
"What nonsense are you spouting.."
I followed him, walking to the stool on the counter facing the kitchen. He was only wearing his dark boxers, his slender and toned form on display right in front of my eyes. Couldn't he put on some clothes on or something before coming out here? I dejectedly sighed, my gaze resting on anywhere but his delicious body. I, then, mindlessly jumped on a stool.
"Ugh—," a soft whine escaped me, before I rightly clamped my hand on my mouth, stifling it.
Blushing, I realized that he meant just that kind of soreness. Indeed, sitting wasn't going to be very... comfortable anymore.
"I mean, uh, I'm very well," I forced a practical smile, swallowing the pain of my aching muscles.
He only grinned knowingly.
"Yeah, sure."
I tsked.
"So..." he leisurely intoned. "How about you move in here?"
"...What? Where did that come from?"
"Nowhere," he shrugged. "Live with me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
He accompanied this with a plate of warm and crusty toasts, jam and omelet. I looked at the food with a new eye.
"Are you bribing me with food, Usui Takumi?"
His head dipped, and he flashed that puppy face on me. My fork speared a piece of omelet, before I pointed it at him.
"This." I emphasized, "Will not work."
He leant in and took the piece in his mouth with a victorious grin. And ever so slowly started to chew, as if to prove a point.
I scowled.
He grinned.
"Why not? You'll get to eat wonderful food, see that city view you love so much every. single. day, and... Bonus..."
"Bonus?..." I could foretell I would want to hit him for his next words. I didn't understand why it didn't cross my mind to cut him short before he could utter them.
"You'd get to touch me. Feel me. Daily."
He said all of that with a crooked grin, before he placed a peck on my lips and pulled back to the stove.
"Enjoy the food for the time-being, love."
I think my mouth gaped so wide it must've looked utterly comical.
"Crazy stupid Usui..." I muttered, making sure his back faced me. And then, I couldn't help but smile at the prospect.
We were into our breakfast when the doorbell rang. In a same motion, our gazes met with curiosity.
Who could ask for Usui on a week-end day, and above all, this early in the morning?
He slid off his stool. "I'm gonna get it," he worded. I quickly grabbed him by the arm.
"Wait, you practically have no clothes on," I remarked indignantly, grossed out.
He chuckled. "Does it matter?"
"Yes, it does, I'll go instead. You should just go put on some proper clothing and..."
"I'm not sure I want you to go, dressed as you are either..." He suggestively murmured, his forest eyes raking over my form. I had his button up shirt and some of his boxers that almost reached my knees whereas he only had... his... boxers... And it didn't float on him as much as it did on me.
It was rather... Very, very form fitting on him.
I fiercely reverted my eyes back to his, ashamed that I unconsciously ogled at him again.
He bit the corner of his lower lips, watching my reaction with his damn complacent and smug expression. As if he were saying 'You can have a taste whenever you want, you know?...'
What the hell was I imagining? I wanted to slap myself.
Hard.
"Anyway... Hurry up," I blurted, leaping to the door with haste. I only heard his low and husky laugh in response.
The doorbell resounded in the empty entryway once more, and it yanked me out of my thought. Even I, for my part, wouldn't have had that much patience with a doorbell, I smiled internally.
A quick glance at the door's peephole and I gasped with surprise, before swinging the door open after unlatching the security lock.
"Hinata?! What are you..."
The brunet's eyes widened when he took me in, and even more when he appraised my appearance.
"...Misaki... What... Don't tell me..."
He grabbed me by the shoulders, before embracing me.
"Thank God, you're safe."
I confusedly patted his shoulders as he kept strangling me in his hold.
"What is all the fuss about?" I asked in a muffled voice. "And let me go, I can't breathe, Hina..."
He pulled away, "Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked, starting to inspect my arms, hands, face... And landed on my bruised wrists. It only stung a little, through it didn't look so good. But really, the swelling was only shallow.
"That bastard..." Hinata cursed under his breath. I gasped, stunned by the sweet Hinata swearing. When he started to push through the door, wanting to barge in, I shifted, blocking him.
"Wait wait, what are you doing here? It's Usui's apartment, here..."
"Usui?" Strong arms wrapped over my waist. Usui. The now properly-dressed blonde head nuzzled the nape of my neck with his nose, inhaling my hair. He was hell of possessive, wasn't he?
"Why don't you call me by my name, just as you did so many times, last night..."
Before I knew it, Hinata bolted inside, tearing Usui from me as he shoved him face first against a nearby wall. Handcuffs were used, albeit too forcefully than they should've been as I stood there, disbelieving.
Seething, Hinata growled with clear disgust a speech to Usui that managed to freeze me cold.
"You're under arrest for suspicion of indirect murder. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in court."
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