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"Would you stop shuffling around?" As much as Misaki was trying to ignore her boyfriend's presence, he was making it incredibly hard to do so.

Takumi looked through the duffel bag one last time before he dropped it to the ground.

"I think you forgot something," he raised his eyebrows as he gave her a naughty smirk. She was facing the opposite way, but she felt the wicked gaze tickle her neck.

"No, I didn't. Now please go away," she still couldn't look at him.

"Don't tell me you're hiding it for yourself." he shook his head in mock disapproval.

"I have no idea—"

"Or maybe Misa just wants me to go commando."

"Wha—"

"You know, you could have just asked Misaki."

"Argh will you stop talking?" Takumi puts words into her mouth and then acts like she was the one who said it all along. He could be such a nuisance, but now that he was quiet, she had to carefully choose her words. If not, this whole situation is bound to explode. "About that… I forgot."

"Hmm… Misaki," he drawled slowly.

Misaki swallowed thickly. This didn't look good for her.

"Do you know what happens to liars?"

She shook her head slowly, thoughts of nakedness and razors long gone.

He bent down to whisper in her ear.

"They get punished."

Misaki got the chance to finally take a breath when Takumi moved away. However, the relief did not last long. Takumi only got up to close her bedroom door. The corner of his lips rose as he turned to stare at her.

One, two, three steps and Takumi had already made it across the short expanse of her room to stand in front of her. Misaki dared not to speak, aware that she was in a vulnerable position.

He gently tugged at her elbow to raise her from her seat and took her place.

"Look, I'm sorry Takumi. We can go to your house later and get them."

"'I'm sorry' won't cut it, Misaki. But this would," he patted his thighs, inviting her to take a seat.

Misaki swallowed her pride and turned to take a seat. From experience, she knows he will eventually get his way. Plus, it was best to get this "punishment" over with before her family catches them.

"Ah ah." Takumi shook his head. "Like this."

He turned her back around. She had no time to object before he grabbed her thighs to pick her up onto him. With legs on either side of his hips, Misaki learned the most awkward position known to humanity.

With her hands against his chest, Misaki tried her best to put distance between them. To counteract, Takumi leaned forward.

"Don't be shy, Misaki," he cooed, "Come here."

"What are you doing? What if my mom comes in?" Misaki tried her best to show him that he was being unreasonable. She would rather die before letting her mom catch her straddling Takumi like this.

"So? She already thinks we're sleeping together," he stated.

Misaki felt her heart skip a beat. How could he keep a straight face when saying that?

"Why are you so quiet?"

"I'm not," she denied.

"Well, if you're not going to talk, why don't you use your mouth for something else?" With a cheeky smile, he pointed to his lips.

Knots were forming in Misaki's abdomen. It wasn't that she was quiet; no, he just talked too much. This position was getting to her too.

"C'mon, Misaki. We haven't kissed in forever," he complained.

"It's cause you're sick."

"Your love healed me. Feel." He put his forehead against hers.

She pushed away his ineffective way to check his temperature. Maybe ONE kiss would be alright.

"Fine. But no more than this, okay?"

"Okay!" He chirped.

She looked into his eyes as she prepared herself. He did the same, ruining any sense of her mental preparation. With a quick thought, Misaki covered his eyes with one palm and dove for his lips.

"What was that?" he asked with a frown. They both knew he enjoyed "that" fully. "Give me a real kiss. Show me what that sharp tongue of yours could do."

Takumi was breaking his own rule of being careful. This was already feeling like more of a punishment to him. With her hips so close to his and her hot breath mixing with his own, Takumi could hardly think.

Misaki looked at him with a bit of a frown. She'll show him what a sharp knife could do. Her kiss was just as real as any other real kiss! If he kept talking like that, he's never getting a kiss ever again. And if she didn't forget from just a few seconds ago, he agreed to "no more than this"!

His face let up, then twisted into an evil grin. "Let's play the imitation game."

"The what?" Any game with Takumi meant bad news.

"The imitation game. You have to copy everything I do, physically. If you are incapable, you lose."

Incapable? One thing Misaki knew she wasn't was incapable.

"What do I get for winning?"

"Aside from bragger's right? The enjoyment of your punishment," he gave her a satisfied smile.

Misaki scoffed at his words. He could be so full of himself sometimes.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with."

That might of been the quickest Misaki has agreed to one of his ideas. To start, Takumi rubbed his palms over her slim arms. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, and after a long second, Misaki did the same.

He traced his hands up to cup her face. Again, Misaki mirrored him.

He left a quick chaste kiss on her cheek and smiled when she bashfully returned the favour.

Getting serious, Takumi brought his face closer to hers. They stared into each other's eyes, before letting their eyes close. He moved his mouth against hers, eventually caressing her tongue with his own. Along with the sound of her heartbeat, Misaki heard the lewd sounds of the wet kiss.

They weren't always good at kissing, evidence of their lack of experience. Now that they've had more practice, they were able to enjoy the activity more fully.

He released her lips and waited for her move. However, she remained still.

"What are you waiting for?" He puckered his lips dramatically.

"Wha… But I kissed you back," Even just thinking about their snogging was making her warmer.

"And I initiated. Now it's your turn." He dropped his eyes to her lips, then picked them up. She always got fidgety whenever he did that.

This was a dangerous game. What would he make her do next? The possibilities were endless and Misaki felt a delicious mixture of nervousness and arousal. There was only one way to find out.

Not letting the moment delay any further, Misaki put her mouth against his, imitating the crude manner of kissing he had shown her.

Takumi had always felt confident in his limits. He knew how to keep his cool when in a fire, but Misaki was a type of heat that he couldn't control. He could feel his pants tightening, and although he had his commando state to thank for the current situation, his underwear was the only thing that had kept him restrained.

When they let go of each other, Takumi ran his tongue along her neck. The light emitting from her table lamp glistened against the trail he left.

Proud of his work, Takumi finished his assault on her soft skin.

"Your turn."

Bracing her hand on the other side of his neck, Misaki gingerly placed her tongue on his soft skin. Takumi exhaled. The feeling was thrilling, to have Misaki, his beautiful girlfriend taste his skin. Her tongue burned his skin, but it was exactly what he yearned for.

It ended all too quickly for him. Misaki rested her forehead against his shoulders, hiding her face from his view. They were only touching each other's necks, but for some reason, the stimulation was affected her much lower.

A distant clanging of pots brought her awareness back to their location. This needed to stop. She took a deep breath in and tried to channel her usual mindset.

"Takumi, there needs to be a moderator to your idiot– sorry, imitation game. If it was up to a pervert, who knows what I'll end up licking next." Misaki looked over her words, afraid of how he might interpret her reasoning.

"What do you think I'm gonna make you lick?" Her fears were confirmed.

He was looking at her with dark eyes. Misaki's body felt like it was moving with her heartbeat. When she didn't answer, he let his hand trail under her shirt, slowly creeping up her back.

"I… just stop it," She pushed his chest away and hid her face behind her hair.

"Misa…" He gently used his fingers to lift her chin, but she resisted. "I didn't mean to scare you. if you're uncomfortable, we'll stop,"

"I'm uncomfortable."

"Okay. I'm sorry." He gave her an apologetic kiss to the forehead and held her elbows to help her up.

Misaki inspected his face, surprised that she had managed to get out of the situation. That was all it took to get him to stop? Life has suddenly gotten a whole lot easier.

If she was being honest, she wasn't uncomfortable. Never with Takumi. She was a bit uneased with how easily he believed her, but he was always careful to make sure he never crossed any boundaries when it came to their physical intimacy. He always erred on the side of caution. Maybe even a bit too much.

They stared at each other for a few seconds. Takumi had his hands folded in his lap, trying his best to display an aura of naturalness.

After clearing her throat, Misaki suggested they head to bed and made her way to the bathroom without further delay.

Takumi let out a breath and looked underneath his hands. This was going to be a long night.

…

The scenes of the first night were repeating themselves. Misaki was tucked away in her set of blankets, while Takumi had the pleasures of the bed.

"I promise I'm not sick anymore. I can sleep on the floor now."

He was answered with silence.

"Misaki, I know you're not sleeping."

"Well, I could have been by now if you would stop talking. And no, I like it down here."

"Then…" With a creak of the bed and a thud on the floor, Takumi slid his way into her blankets.

"Takumi, get out!" With a hushed scream, Misaki tried to push him away. He was too close.

"Is this really so bad?" Takumi wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. He doesn't understand why they shouldn't take advantage of the situation. It was just them in the room, away from unwanted stares.

"Takumi…" It wasn't so bad; not at all. But… "What if mom or Suzuna see us?"

"The doors closed and if anybody's nearing it, we'll hear."

That was one benefit of their creaky floorboards.

"Plus, Misa, we're together. You know, couples do more than just share a bed," he whispered the last remark in her ear to stir her up.

Stirred up she was.

"Are you saying we don't do enough? Does that not make us a couple?" Misaki couldn't lie, after dealing with his shamelessness and forwardness all day, she was in the mood to pick a fight.

"No, of course not. I was just teasing. We're perfect where we are."

Though it was hard to stay mad at him, especially not when he was being sweet.

"Although, if you want…" he trailed off suggestively.

"No thank you." Too bad his sweetness doesn't last long. It was best to end the conversation here before he actually convinces her. Takumi knew how to be persuasive when he needed to be. Well, rather, when he wanted to be.

Takumi smiled at her predicted response. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her near. He was more than ready to spend the night in each others' arms, even if it wasn't the way other lovers did. At this moment, it was more than enough.

But, he had to get something out of the way first, even if it might cost him this position.

"You're punishment isn't over, by the way. I'm still commando." There was no way he was letting his girl off this easily. Tomorrow, the real punishment begins.

Misaki shut her eyes, willing herself to fall asleep so this nightmare could end.

Now Misa is in real trouble. I wonder what Takumi could be plotting this time…

I'm totally thinking about bringing the imitation game back in the future (but not next chapter; something else is in store for Misa). Especially when they get more… how do I say, comfortable?... but yes when that happens, the imitation game will be a hell of a lot more interesting.

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