01: Yumiko Miura

"I kinda like you." He mutters.

Yumiko Miura doesn't wait.

When Hachiman Hikigaya tell her, he kinda likes her, which in Hikio speech is as close to a love confession as you can possibly get, Miura steels her resolves, takes a couple of steps and backs him into a corner. In a matter of seconds, her lips are on him and she is pulling him down, not letting him a chance to escape or think too much and ruin this wonderful moment. Around his neck are her hands, pulling him closer, making the kiss more passionate and she is satisfied when he takes hold of what little courage he has and snakes his arm around her waist, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back, inching closer and closer to her hips.

Hachiman Hikigaya knows how to kiss. But he kisses like a man who hasn't kissed anyone for a while. Or maybe that is just his unique style, Miura thinks. At least he is not slobbering all over her like a virgin. Now that is just the wrong kind of wet a girl should be getting while making out with a random boy she may or may not have liked for a while. No, it isn't like that. He knows what he is doing. But from the looks of it, he has a hard time believing that this is really happening. She can't really blame him. They are pretty much in the same boat.

Hachiman kisses her in frenzy. Like a mad man. Like a ravenous beast. It's powerful. It's intoxicating. It is addictive. But Yumiko finds herself wanting more. They have known each other for a while. At the beginning she couldn't stand him. He more or less felt the same way. But over the past couple of years in university, their feelings changed, morphed into something complex and difficult to explain. After all, they were two completely different individuals. The exact polar opposites.

But kissing him felt, it felt like - she was at a loss for word.

Yumiko doesn't remember sinking into the couch in the living room. He is on top of her and she realizes with heat blooming in both her cheeks that she is okay with him taking the lead. It is actually quite a turn on to see someone like him being aggressive. For a brief second she wonders what he might be thinking as she opens her legs to cradle him, but any chance of nurturing a sane thought leaves her mind when he coaxes a moan from deep within her throat. His right palm is on her breast, a pleasant warmth and weight and his lips traverse down to the side of her neck. He bites, he nibbles and he smirks when her nipples pebble.

Yumiko lets out a loud gasp when she feels his teeth on her skin. But she likes it. Her hand which had been rubbing the fabric on his back, now finds its way into his hair and she is surprised by how soft it is. She had thought it would be prickly. Like his rotten personality. It actually makes her chuckle. But it turns into a cry of pleasure halfway.

This is what heaven must feel like, she wonders.

Her body is responding to his every whim. Her head turns to the side on its own volition and Hachiman sucks at the juncture between her neck and shoulder. He leaves a trail of butterfly kisses up the column of her throat, the underside of her jaw and nips on her bottom lip, tugging on it with his sharp teeth.

Yumiko Miura almost cries in pleasure. Her body starts to betray herself further and their kisses take a nasty turn. It becomes dirty, filthy and reckless. She wants to consume and be consumed. Her voice becomes hoarse, her cries louder. Their clothes, their underwear are abandoned on the floor and they are lost in the fervor and passion of a stolen moment. The movement of rolling hips, the sound of slapping flesh and the ecstasy of pleasure and pain is exchanged in a couple of positions – Doggystyle and Woman on Top.

When they return from the throes of passion to the land of the living and he makes a lame excuse to leave, Yumiko Miura doesn't stop him. He quietly gets dressed, gives her a small nod and closes the door shut. The blonde haired woman waits for a while, standing in the middle of the floor, with no particular thought floating in her mind.

When she grabs a seat on a chair, she lets out a small curse.

"Stupid Hikio!" Yumiko blushes. "So what if I like doggystyle!? I'm not a pervert or anything!"

A/N: Welcome to "Womanizer!"