When I got to Sora's room he answered in his navy class uniform also wet from the rain.
Handing Sora the rose I smirked, "Didn't think there was class on Saturdays.."
Sora smiled at the flower now in his hand and sighed, "Meeting.."
"So there are set backs to being House President aren't there." Running my fingers down his quickly blushing cheeks.
Staring in to my eyes without his usual smile Sora said, "Yeah, but I get complete power over who comes in and out of this house after hours. Meaning no consiquinces from the headmaster for sleepovers." Then grabbed my hand and smiled, "Come in my room"
Sora's room was a little bigger then mine, but that is a major benifit of being your house's president. His room was always cleaner then mine, but intentionally meant to look messy. He had light gray walls covered with crooked posters featuring his favorite blitzball players. There was a tv on a low table in one corner with a fuzzy white rug in front of it and several black pillows around. In another corner he had a queen size instead of the twin everyone else gets with an all navy comforter and more then enough pillows.
Taking a seat on the corner of his bed Sora smiled "Well then."
I sat next to him and just sort of scanning his face for any signs of fear or doubt. Then Sora smiled and ran his hand throught his still wet spiky cinimmon hair setting his eyes to the ground. Then Sora sat up straight and kissed me. Laying back I just sort of let him lead at first. He unbuttoned my blouse and I took off his jacket. I started sliding out of the blouse and Sora let off of me a little moving farther down my body then started unbuckling my studded leather belt. I just layed back as he gently unclothed me. Sora unbuttoned his cream uniform shirt and pulled it off. I then crawled on top of him holding his arms over his head and started kissing his neck. Sora moaned and squirmed as I slid down his well toned tan body kissing every inch. I reached his slender waist and started to unfasten the buckle when 'BZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZ!'
Sora rolled out from under me and grabbed a pager out of his pants pocket, "Shit! Sorry, Riku. I have to go."
"Wha!" I sat up, "You have to?"
"Yeah," he panted throwing his uniform back on, "It's the head master and if I don't go I lose my position. Stay here though, I'll be back, okay?"
"Yeah, whatever.." I growled.
"Sorry.." Sora sighed as he sped out of the room.
Falling back on his bed I thought out loud, "Now what? It's 9:42 PM, what could the headmaster possibly want with Sora at this hour?" I then rolled out of his bed, put on just my boxers, and walked over to Sora's fridge. He didn't have much food; just a few bottled waters, some cheese, some old take-out from Cid's new diner, and a jar of pickles. "Eh, I'm not hungry anyway." I hissed to myself grabbing a water. Just then Sora's phone rang. I hessitated to pick it up at first, but it may have been Sora trying to reach me.
"Why hello there, Sweets." A flirtacious young male's voice said in almost a sing-songy way. Nothing like Sora's own.
I choked a bit on the water then rushed a nervous and confused, "Hey?"
"Uh, Sora?" the voice cracked.
"No, Sora isn't here, this is Riku. Who is this?" Sweetening my voice a little.
'click'
"I'm just paranoid." I sighed to myself picking a single pedal off of Sora's rose nervously.