Momo's back hit the door hard as she was lifted by her ass and pressed up against it. Her ankles hooked around a slender waistline as her hands knotted in some half-white-half-red hair. Shouto was keeping her up against his door by pressing his hips against hers and Momo was loving every second of it. Except, which side of the door were they on? It was conflicting to be hoping that they had at least made it inside Shouto's room because she was vice prez and supposed to be setting an example, preferably by staying out of trouble ("trouble" being the boys' bedrooms). She opened an eye just a fraction and thankfully was able to confirm that yes, they had made it inside. Good, now they could be alone..
Except, not good! This is irresponsible! This is unprofessional and inappropriate! This is going against school rules, rules she especially is responsible for enforcing and she should be stopping this... and this...oh, this feels so good!
Before she can reprimand herself for falling prey to this delicious rule-breaking session she's off the door and plopped down on Shouto's desk. Their kiss never falters as he spreads her legs wide enough to keep himself between them and Momo's hands have already left their station in her partner's hair to successfully relieve his person of the training jacket he wore just as he unzips hers.
This was more than what had happened in the training arena..more like picking up from where they'd left off. No more shy, timid touching, no more wondering if this is what the other wants. They both want it, how could they not? This, this is hunger. Its like they were both stranded on separate islands somewhere, close enough to see the mainland and the glorious feast being held there but, much too far to swim over and partake in it.
The training area was like the raft being built and meeting on the fifth floor was like crashing into the shores of the mainland...and now, Shouto's room is where the feast is being held.
And so, Shouto's lips found hers like a man finding water in a desert he'd been stranded in for months. He's purposefully dragging his tongue down her neck, making sure to commit the taste and feel of her to memory. He's getting lost in the smell of her, dragging his kisses down to her collar bone. Momo however, wants more time spent kissing him so, with a hard tug on Shouto's hair, she pulls him right back up to meet her lips and digs in.
Their bodies are now flush against each other and oh my goodness...his hands are all over her thighs! Going up, up, up ever so slowly until they're teasing the hem of her training shorts. This is when a responsible, well-behaved vice president/representative of class 1-A would have put a stop to this risky yet delicious make-out session. However, they are both waay past responsible and honestly, nothing is breaking this up.