A/N: Okay hello everyone! hahaha Okay so you all know this is lemon. I do just want to clarify... that from this point onward, I am gonna tone it down a notch or two! I think Ive gone iverboard with my first two chapters (Oh my God, overboard doesnt evenbegin to describe it), and FFnet is not for MA stories (sorry), so yeah, let's get this story back on the M-rated track! *wink*
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Chapter 3
She was frustrated. In every way possible.
Misaki Ayuzawa hates frustration. It makes your brain itch terribly, an itch you cant scratch. It makes the heart squeeze, a squeezing that can hurt real bad. And in another way, it makes other parts of a woman throb... throb real hard.
After last night's embarassing feat, what with Usui Takumi probably knowing that the batteries she was out to buy in the convenience store were actually for something more useful to Misaku than an alarm clock, Misaki became unable to satisfy herself. Sure, she was wet and really hirny, but whenever she tried to do something about the itch, the embarassment would come rushing at her, making her unable to orgasm.
So Misaki stayed awake the whole damn night.
And boy, was she tired. And frustrated. And snarky. And just plain mean
Step away people, because Misaki Ayuzawa WILL bite your head off if any of you come within 3 ft of her!
Misaki Ayuzawa with no sleep is just plain mean.
Armed with a to-go cup of coffee (ugh. She also hated coffee) and not much of anything else (she had only 2 classes for today, none of which needed a textbook so she only had a small purse with her), she strides into her first class of her day: History.
She plops herself on an empty seat, barely blinking when her purse falls off her shoulder and lands on the floor near her feet. She proceeds to take a sip from her cup, and grimaces.
What tasted worse than coffee? To Misaki Ayuzawa, it was hot, black coffee.
You know, no sugar, no cream,just plain coffee. Hot coffee. Eugh. But Misaki was desperate, barely functioning, needed caffeine help and there was no other kind of coffee available in that god-forsaken convenience store one block from her apartment.
Misaki tried another sip, and grimaced at the bitter, cheap taste. "No more of this shit." She stands to throw her coffee in the trash bin near the door and rsturns promptly to her seat. It was still 7:48, 12 minites before her class begun, but Misaki's eyelids were getting heavy. She couldnt afford to sleep or lose focus during class. They had abpop quiz today.
Misaki decides to close her eyes for a few minutes. She needed to, otherwise, she'd pass out during class.
For a minite or tao Misaki feels herself drifting off to dreamland...
"Kyaaaa~" A loud squeal bursts through the room from the outside, and Misaki wakes with astart, almost falling off of her chair. "Shit." She mutters as she tried to gather her wits. What was that all about? Misaki shrugs and rightens herself on the chair as people seem to be making afuss by the classroom door. She pushes the loud voices of the students around her out of her head by sheer will, her mind-voice belting out lyrics to her favorite lullaby-Hello by Adele.
She plants her elbow on the arm og her chair, her head lowering to her hand so her thumb could reach her temple. She tries to rub the sleep out of system using circular movements of her thumb. With her eyes closed, she tries to fovus on the sensation of her thumb on her temple, but after only a second, she feels her rubbing slow down and her thumb's force weaken.
A hand finds itself on the top of her head, large and warm. She tried to think if it was her hand, but when she feels one of her hands still on her temple and the other on her lap, she cracks on eye open to see whose hand it was that was starting to rub soothing circkes on the top of her head.
Her curious one-eyed gaze was met by a pair of amused green ones.
Her mind-voice stops singing and instead gives out a half-groan-half-sigh sound at the sight of her crush. But Misaki herself was havung trouble diing anything besides open or close her eyes, let alone give a reaction to the presence of Usui Takumi.
"You look like you didnt get any sleep." He says.
I didnt. Misaki thinks, but instead of speaking, she closes her opened eye again and lets herself be soothed by his magical hands weaving through her hair and massaging the top of her head.
"I have coffee. Blended White Choco Mocha for you." He says. His hand on her head disappears and Misaki barely supresses her groan of disappointment. She hears him place something on her armchair, but what, she had no interest in finding out.
Her only interest as of the moment is sleep...and maybe Usui's hand on her head.
She hears a deep, throaty chuckle that sounded far away as her mind drifts again toward sleep...
She hears shuffling beside her as Usui sits on the empty chair beside hers.
Usui sets his takeout cup of half-and-half on his chair's armrest and reaches for Misaki's plastic cup. He unwraps a straw, pokes it through the hole in the lid of Misaki's cup, and stretches the cup towards Misaki, placing the tip of the straw on her lower lip.
She sighs before opening her mouth slightly and wrapping her plump pink lips aroundthe black straw. She takes a deep breath through her nose before sucking on the straw, her eyes still closed as she operates in a half-asleep state.
And the whole scene just gave Usui Takumi a bad case of wood down...there.
"Shit." He mutters as he forces himself to focus on other thoughts rather than on Misaki sucking blended coffee through a straw.
He ignores all the eyes and ears on them, only taking his eyes off the half-asleep-while-drinking-coffee to glare at anyone who dared to make a sound.
Misaki releases the straw from her mouth, licks her lips slowly, and opens her beautiful eyes just as her History Professor enters the room.
She blinks as she takes in her surroundings. Her classmates suround her, looking at her as if she'd grown a second head. The women, in particular, where shooting lasers from theur eyes at her. What the hell did she do to them?
"You awake baby?"
Holy shit, baby what now?
She looks to her left at Usui Takumi, who sat with a satisfied curl to his lips on the seat beside her, a cup of blended Starbucks in his grip.
"Sorry, what now?" She manages to say, her brain still foggy from sleep but proportionally more awake than a few minutes ago.
"I gave you coffee. You immeduately had a go at it like a baby breastfeeding." Usui nods at the cup of coffee in his hand. "You wrapped your sexy lips around the straw as soon as I placed it on here." Using his free had, he reaches out toward her and taps her lower lip.
Misaki blushes at his touch. He smirks as he rakes his hand back.
And she realizes that her classmates were still gathered around them, with surprise, awe or anger on their faces.
The professor in the frint of the class clears his throat. Her classmates snap back into attention as they find their seats, some of the girls with their glares still on her as they moved down the aisles.
To Misaki's surprise, Usui doesnt move from the seat beside her.
"Arent you gonna leave?" She asks him in a whisper-voice.
"Why should I?" Usui leans over his armchair and sets the Starbucks glass with a straw on her armchair. "Drink." He brushes his shoulder on her shoulder as he settles back down in his seat. Misaki blushes even harder,and it takes her a second before she speaks again.
"Class is starting."
"So?"
"You have to go."
"Why?"
"Youre not in this class!"
"Im not?" Usui tilts his head to the side in mock confusion, amusement painted on his handsome face.
... wait, no... Isnt he? "Arent you? Not in this class, I mean?" Misaki whispers nervously.
"Im not? But as I remeber, Ive been sitting at the very back by the door for the past weeks and have been staring at the back of your head for the most of that time." Usui cocks his thumb to the back, but Misaki doesn't turn to look at where he pointed. She was to focused on the movement of his lips as he talked... "So yeah, I do think Im in this class, Misaki-chan."
...Misaki what now?
"Why are you talking to me casually?!" Misaki gasps.
"Oh. Its cuz youre my girlfriend, apparrently."
What the ever loving fuck?
Misaki's heart starts to gallop like a horse in a race, the rush causing her to wake up fully and rendering her in a breathless state.
His girl-what now?
The professor clears his throat again and speaks. "Okay everyone. Get a sheet of paper and..."
Misaki puts off asking the blonde-haired dream more questions and focuses on the matter at hand--history pop quiz.
-End-
Two chapters in a night! Im pumped and insoired right now, so I hope this makes up for the time you guys waited for for the next chapter lol.
Look forward for more chappies!! :) Yay!!
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