Im trying publishing from my phone with this one! So I sincerely apologize for the typos and spelling errors.
Boy, sure is handy to live in this day and age! lol hahahahahah!
Anyway, I can't put those divider things and so Author's notes now go before the chapter because otherwise, It'll be difficult to divvy these stuff up and Im a bit of a organize-freakshit. HAHAHA Anywho, PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW! Chapter 3 will be up soon! i made this chapter too long so Im not gonna put THAT WHICH YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR in this chapter.
You guys can take the wait, Im sure. *wink*
Chapter 2
Misaki hated sleeping late. It meant that her daily routine would be disrupted, and her mind would be stressed, and she would walk the day in a daze.
She hated lacking sleep.
Her bed time is at 9:30 pm every night, and she wakes up at 6, after 8 hours of sleep. Even exams, scientific papers, and any other schoolwork never led her to sleeping later than her bedtime. Misaki was a being of habit, and sleeping for 8 hours is a habit she would never let anyone or anything disrupt.
...that is, anyone or anything except Usui Takumi. For the past few nights of her young life, Usui Takumi had been messing up her sleeping habits through the most delicious way possible, with him licking her from head to toe, kissing her senseless, and ounding in and out of her... as she slept. He had been a constant visitor of her dreamland as of late. And she loved her dreams with him in it, even if it meant waking up at two a.m. most nights with a throbbing pussy and wet panties, leading to a couple of sessions with her trusty vibrator buzzing away at her clit (she was always too afraid to put it all the way in. They said in magazines even vibrators could hurt if she were a virgin). After an orgasm or two, she'd nod off for a few more z's before she started her day at the college again.
But tonight, it was a different story.
Tonight, there was 0 possibility of orgasms, just 100% moist underpants.
At 9:45 am, Misaki Ayuzawa was lying on her bed, wide awake, her blankets thrown off of her bed as she tried to get comfortable on her wonderfully soft twin mattress she'd splurged on. Sweat beaded her forehead as she tightly forced her eyes shut, desperately trying to sleep though it skillfully eluded her. Sleep was a farcry to her at this moment, not as a pair of steely green eyes bore into her brain, refusing to let her get her rest. As the memory of Usui Takumi's hot, knowing gaze branded into her soul, all Misaki could do was rub herself into the pillow wedged tightly between her creamy legs. She tried to get as much satisfaction from the friction between the cottony layers of her pillow and her throbbing wetness that seemed to grow even wetter at every passing second.
Misaki wanted an orgasm. She wanted it bad.
Her last orgasm, the one she gave herself up in the empty classroom on the fourth floor of the Economics Building, was... just a tad bit more satisfactory than usual because of the gaze of her object of affection locked on her as her hands were in her pants. After the initial worry that Usui had seen her masturbating, Misaki dismissed the smirk she'd seen in his tiny features from four floors down as completely unrelated to her eroticism and attributed it to the fact that Misaki was caught gazing at him from four floors up. Logically, there was no way in hell Usui Takumi couldve seen Misaki's hand down her pants from tens of feet below!
So she had nonchalantly dropped his gaze and left the building through a different exit, and passed through the back gates of the campus as she walked on home.
Now, hours later, after eating a mackerel and rice for dinner, studying for a pop quiz in History, and readying herself for bed, Misaki Ayuzawa was damn wet.
Well, she'd been wet even after her orgasm in the classroom, but now she was... gushing. Horny as fuck.
And now when she needed it most, her vibrator ran out of electrons and needed replacement batteries. And she happened to have 0 spare Double-As in her nightstand drawer.
At 10:53 PM, Misaki still couldnt sleep. Rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hands, she sat up and took a deep breath.
She needed batteries.
She jumped off her bed, changed out of her nighties into a patterned Maxi dress, grabbed a thin white cardigan out of her closet and headed for the door of her 1LDK. Locking the door behind her, she stepped out into the halls of the 2-story apartment complex. Quietly, making sure not to disturb her neighbors, she leaves the building and heads for the convenience store the next block over, clutching her wallet and keys close to her chest.
Inside the store, the teenage boy behind the counter greets her with a cheery "Good Evening!" and she replies with a nod and a smile. She heads for the racks she knew held the batteries. She reaches for the closest 4-pack of double A batteries-
"Hi." A deep baritone greets from behind her.
Misaki's hand stops mid-reach. Her shoulders jerk in surprise before her body freezes in place.
She knew that voice.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, Misaki slowly retrieves her hand and lets it fall to her side. She tells her shoulders to relax. Butterflies start to fill her stomach and warm her up from the inside out.
"You dropped something in the street. I think its a note of some sort." The voice says.
Misaki forcrs her body to move as she ever so slowly spins on her heel.
And behold, in front of her, holding out a folded pink sheet of paper, is the man of her dreams.
Usui. Her brain registers the green-eyed, toussled-haired, smirking-faced fantasy standing in front of her.
As soon as her eyes meets his, Misaki spirals into a panic-state, spurred by the glint of recognition in his eyes. His brows rise in his forehed in shock as he registers her identity.
"Misaki Ayuzawa." He says as his perpetual smirk slowly transforms into a cocky close-lipped smile.
Misaki does a double-take. He knew her name?
As if reading her mind, he says, "Youre a bit famous, so yeah I know who you are." He grins.
And his grin does things to her stomach that made her grow even warmer and sent waves of something indescribable to the area between her legs. Misaki felt a drop of wetness escape the confines of her barely-there black thong (she splurged on pretty underwear, an addiction she picked up during her freshman year in college) and slide downwards to stop on her left thigh. Misaki visible shivers, and Usui's eyes seem to grow dark.
What?
He clears his throat with a single, gentle rumble of his throat. The farkness in his gaze disappears, and its mischief in his eyes once again. "It's late." He says matter of factly as he hands her the piece of paper.
It was her grocery list for the week. Misaki had to scan her head if she'd put anything embarassing in it, afraid that he had read through it... but she couldnt remember anything she'd written in it, let alone what she had for dinner that night, what wuth him so close that she could smell him-musk, heat, and all-man.
Misaki accepts the paper, grabbing it by the very edge so as to avoid coming in contact with him. 'He smells so good. Smells so delicious...' "Im getting batteries for my--" She trails off, almost telling the truth. 'For my Vibrator'. "For my clock."
"Your clock?" He smirks and lifts and eyebrow, as if he KNEW what the batteries were REALLY for.
"My.. uhh..." She clears her throat as she feels a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her ears heat and boy, was she thankful that she didn't tie her hair up, afraid that he would see her embarrassment... as if her cheeks didn't do a good enough job doing so. "My alarm clock."
"Alarm clock huh." Usui walks toward her with slow, measured steps, smirking teasingly. Misaki, embarassed and turning red as a beet, takes a step back with each step forward he takes.
Misaki bumps into the rack behind her, and Usui takes a step forward to become toe-to-toe with her. Misaki takes her gaze away from his to look at the floor, where her sandaled feet were lined up with his sneakered ones.
She feels him move as he raises his hand and reaches out toward her.
Misaki braces herself for the hot touch of his slender and pale hand that was reaching out...
And he grabs a pack of double-A batteries off the rack.
"It fits your image... You know, alarm clocks instead of an alarm app on your smart phone." He smirks as he waves the batteries under her nose.
Misaki feels her cheeks heat up even more and her ears tingle with embarassment. With shaky fingers, she takes the pack from him and takes steps away from him. "T-thanks."
Before he could say anything else, Misaki rushes off to the counter and pays for her purchase. Without looking back, she runs back to her apartment.
Behind closed doors, she holds her keys in one hand, and her wallet, the pink sheet of paper, and the paper bag of batteries in the other.
She drops everything except the paper folded neatly to the floor as she suddenly remembers what was in her grocery list.
She unfolds the sheet. Written were her usuals. Apples, detergent, green onions, tissues, deodorant, toothpaste, and others. All the items listed in the paper were ticked of with a bright pink highlighter ink. All except one, which she had forgotten to grab from one of the racks near the counters in the supermarket.
'Batteries for your Vibe'