A/N: Okaaaaay... So, thank you to those who reviewed and those who subscribed, favourited blaady blaady blah, you know the rest I'm sure :) I'm sorry I took so long to update, but it was the first week of sixth form this week so as you can imagine, I've been rather busy, given that I'm taking 2 languages and then 2 of the hardest A levels there are around! (Chem and History). So there you have it, my excuse . So anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, it didn't come out as I had hoped it might, but I will try harder with the next one :) Which should be out over the weekend some time :)

Part 3

"Hey, Prez?"

"Yes Usui?"

"Who do you like?"

"No one."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Sure?"

"Sure."

"Positive?"

"Shuddup."

Misaki was currently sat on the floor of Usui's living room, trying very hard to concentrate on her Chemistry coursework, and trying equally hard to ignore Usui's constant questioning. The questions themselves ranged from the ordinary – "Isn't the relative mass different from the actual mass?" – to the plain unprecedented – "Who do you like?" – and she had tried to answer each one in a suitable and fitting way, but sometimes there was just no way to redirect his attention.

"Oh but Misaki, I enjoy talking to you like this." Usui said. He was stretched out on the couch, his freshly bandaged arms crossed over his chest as he watched Misaki struggling. "I don't have anything to do and talking to you passes the time."

"Until what?"

"Until you get bored and want to play with me." He yawned, rolling onto his side and letting his arms hang over the side of the couch.

"I'm already bored." She admitted, scratching a thick line through something she had written and continuing on. "But I need to get this done. 'Playing' can come afterwards."

Usui sighed, his eyes trailing over Misaki's face as she worked. She looked like she was concentrating hard. If he thought about it, she always seemed to be concentrating on something. He only wished he could be quite as focused, he always had his head in the clouds, dreaming up some scenario involving himself and more often than not the girl sitting on his living room floor. They were hardly clean thoughts.

He watched her working for a little longer then, "Misakiiiiiiiiiii... Play with meeeeeee?"

She ignored him, flipping through the pages of a text book and running her finger down the page, scribbling a few notes in a notepad. Usui whined, trying again. "Pleeeeeease play with me... I'll make it worth your while."

The sultry comment did little more than make her blush, and that was not nearly enough to be much of a satisfaction to Usui. "Master is bored." Nothing. "He wants his maid to play with him." Nothing. "Misaki I'm hungry..." Still nothing. "I'm starving." STILL nothing. "I'm sexually deprived and I want you to help me."

Now that made her look at him. In fact she was looking at him with such wide eyes he thought they might pop out of her head if they got any wider. A few seconds later the blush kicked in. She turned a very nice shade of red – one that reminded him of a tomato – and stammered, "I-if you're s-s-sexually deprived... there are plenty of g-girls who-who will... 'h-help' you I'm sure..."

Usui smirked, knowing that he had her attention now and that no matter what he said or did later, she would be aware of him the entire time. Especially if he turned everything into a sexual advance... Hmm... Sounds like a plan Bat-Usui...

"But I don't want any other girl Ayuzawa" He replied, noting happily the way her blush deepened at the words. "They won't satisfy me the way you would."

Misaki thought her heart must have skipped a beat it was beating so fast. She had been studiously ignoring every comment he made, but her heart rate had been steadily increasing until now it was going like mad and her face had heated up to the point where she was losing blood from her legs just to keep the colour going. Turning quickly away from him, she stared back down at her Chemistry coursework and balked. There was no way she was going to be able to concentrate with all that rattling around in her head.

"Can't we concentrate anymore Ayuzawa? I'll help you 'study' if you want me."

Jumping up, she hurried into the kitchen, digging around in the bag she'd bought for the soup and then searching out a pan. The less time she spent in that room with him the better.

Some twenty minutes later Misaki re-entered the living room, a bowl of soup and a spoon in her hands. She held it out to Usui. "Eat that and shut up."

"Mouth to mouth."

She blushed, beetroot red, and put the soup on the floor. "No."

"Please. I won't eat any other way."

She shook her head, her bangs falling to cover her eyes, and went and sat at the table again, picking up her pen and staring down at the paper.

"Why won't you do what your master asks?"

"I never agreed to be your Maid." She hissed, thumbing blindly through her textbook, "And mouth to mouth is disgusting."

"I can think of more 'disgusting' things to do together."

She cringed, turning her back on him and scouring the pages for anything remotely relative to atomic structure, stolidly ignoring him in the awkwardness that followed.

It didn't take long for his voice to breach the silence once more, "Prez, can I have my food now?"

"Sure thing, it's right there on the floor."

"Will you feed me?"

"..."

"Mouth to mouth?"

"No."

Usui chuckled; it was fun to tease her like this, even if all she did was blush and turn away. He could tell she wasn't really focusing on what she was 'reading', so he took the opportunity to tease her a bit more. He dropped noiselessly to his knees – avoiding the bowl of soup – and came up behind her.

Misaki squeaked in surprise when he pulled the book from her grasp and set it down on the table, flicking through until he found the right page. "Here," he said, holding the page open and looking at her from the corner of his eye, "I'll help you study."

"Why?" She questioned, feeling apprehensive and suspicious. With good reason.

"So you can hurry up and play games with me."

Scowling, Misaki stood up, tearing her text book from Usui's grip and packing up her things. Usui watched with disappointment; he didn't think she would actually leave. "What happened to atoning for your mistake?"

Misaki froze, paling a little, her pencil case shoved half-way into her bag. She glanced at him, the failing light from the street outside only barely illuminating his face, but it was enough that his eyes were gleaming in the shadow of his hair, perfectly visible.

"I'll atone some other time, when you're not making this difficult for me."

"I'm not making it difficult. Give in and your atonement is finished. You won't have to punish yourself for anything anymore."

She frowned, finishing packing her things away, and giving him a considering look. She wouldn't mind just giving in; it would count as atonement wouldn't it? If she gave in and let him do what he wanted... But... What did he want from her?

"I... Don't have an answer for that..." Usui admitted. It was a good question, and one he was not going to be able to answer truthfully any time soon. If he was to take the easy route out he would simply say "a fuck" and be done with it. But if he was being honest, there was a whole range of things he wanted from her. Like comfort, warmth, secrets, trust, preferential treatment, happiness. He wanted to see her pleased with him, he wanted her to always be there to congratulate him, or thank him, or hold him when he needed it. But could he say that? Could he say it right now? Of course not, thinking so would be ridiculous.

"Then I can't give in if you don't know what I'll be giving in to..."

"A night of blissful torture that you can't escape but will never want to forget?"

She blushed at his words, but the cheeky smile on his face said that everything was alright and he was joking. Giving him a reprimanding look, she sighed, and settled back down on the floor beside him, taking out her Chemistry again and putting it on the table between them.

"So, I take it you enjoy the thought of me torturing you... Either that or you never want to forget about me."

Around forty minutes later and Misaki's chemistry work was finished and packed away again. It had taken much less time with Usui helping her, and it was to an embarrassingly better standard than anything she would have been able to produce.

"Can you feed me my soup now?"

Misaki cringed at those words, she had really been hoping he had forgotten about the bowl of soup still sat by his couch, alas she was wrong.

"It must have gone cold by now." She said quickly, a smile forming as she added, "You can't eat it cold."

"Couldn't we just heat it up then?"

Misaki's smile faltered a little, wavering as she said, "I'll put it in the microwave."

"Couldn't you warm it...? With your mouth?"

Letting out a sigh – that was exactly the reaction she had grudgingly anticipated – she scooted over to the bowl and picked it up, the beginnings of a rebellious plan forming in her demon mind.

Usui watched as she brought the soup back to the table, stirring it with an undecipherable look on her face. Curiosity struck him when she raised the spoon to her lips, she isn't! She wouldn't! Would she? His heart rate sped up dramatically when Misaki blushed, the soup disappearing off the spoon, he lips sealing shut.

She turned to face him; her eyes screwed shut, and leant forwards. Usui gulped loudly, he never thought she would actually do it, he never thought she would ever consent to feeding him mouth-to-mouth...

"Ta-ku-mi," His heart missed a beat. His eyes flew open. He froze where he was, leant forwards, centimetres away from her lips. Her eyes fluttered open. She blushed, "You lose."

She'd swallowed.

A/N: So, that put Takumi in his place didn't it! xD I dunno how many people got the 'bat-Usui' thingy in the middle, but normally it's "sound's like a plan batman!" But I replaced the man with... yeah you get the picture... it was a crap joke TT_TT sorry DX xD Yeah, next chapter should be out soon... ish xD

-Okami

Oh yeah, R&R (almost forgot xD)