Here comes day 2 of Naegiri Week! I'm actually very fond of this one, and I'm glad Naegiri week gave me the chance to write it. A few ideas I used for Naegiri week were originally ideas I thought of when brainstorming for Moving Forward, but were eventually scrapped because I couldn't think of a way to develop them into full-length stories or incorporate them into existing ones. But Naegiri week gave me the opportunity to write them on their own as shorter stories. So I'm glad. Enjoy!


Resist

Makoto was a rather affectionate lover. Whenever he got the chance he would kiss his wife, hug her, hold her hand, whisper sweet words into her ear or any other affectionate act he could think of to let her know just how much he adored her. Kyoko was also rather affectionate, but with a key distinction: although she had grown out of it in some ways, she was still a very private and reserved person, so public displays of affection made her uncomfortable. Behind closed doors, she was still very affectionate, perhaps not as much as he was, but she still loved to kiss him, hold him, and do all other sorts of couple-y things with him. Just as long as it wasn't in public. Makoto respected this of course, and kept his displays of affection private, for the most part. Sometimes, however, it was very hard to resist.

As he stared blankly at the pile of paperwork in front of him, Makoto couldn't help but wish for some sort of distraction to get his mind off of work. Fortunately for him, that distraction appeared in the form of Vice-Principal Kyoko Kirigiri. She held a bundle of papers in her hands as she entered the room, leafing through them before looking up at him.

"Headmaster, I have something here that requires your attention," she said.

"Right, what is it, Kyoko?" he replied.

Although she began explaining the situation to him, he really wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying. Headmaster Kirigiri's mind was more focused on other things, like the wide open door behind her, and the students shuffling through the halls. Makoto had an "open-door" policy on his office; he wanted the students to know that they could come to him for help whenever they needed it, and while it did endear him to them, it also came at the cost of his privacy. Which was rather troublesome at times. Like right now, when he was too busy staring at his wife's luscious, kissable lips to pay any attention to the words they were forming.

Crap. He should really be listening to her, shouldn't he? What was she saying? Something about the A/C? He was feeling hotter than usual that day. It would certainly explain why she wasn't wearing her vest like she usually was, and why the two top buttons of her shirt were so...tantalizingly unbuttoned. It wasn't like he could see much, but since he already knew what was underneath, it was easy to imagine it when he got a glimpse of her collarbone and he should really start paying attention to what she was saying.

"Headmaster? Makoto? Are you listening?" she asked.

He shook his head and looked at her apologetically, a blush forming on his face. "Ah, no. Sorry, I was a little distracted there, what was it you wanted to talk about?" he said with an awkward smile as he scratched his cheek.

Kyoko smirked lightly. "Perhaps we should discuss this in my office?"

"Ah, y-yes I think that would be for the best," he replied, getting out of his seat and walking over to the door to her office.

The Vice-Principal's office was a smaller room connected to the Headmaster's office. It was dimly lit by the window which Kyoko usually kept covered by curtains, and the only door, which went into his office, was usually kept locked. It was also soundproof, as per Kyoko's request. As a result of this and Makoto's "open door" policy, her office was where the couple usually went when they needed to be alone for whatever reason. As soon as she had locked the door behind her, Makoto captured Kyoko's lips in a deep kiss, holding on to her as she returned it. Once they broke apart, she smiled at him fondly, both of them blushing and breathing heavily as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Sorry, I just couldn't resist any longer," he said sheepishly.

She giggled at him, clearing her throat and brushing her hair behind her ear before returning to business. Although she was still blushing madly.

"Alright, so, as I was saying…"

Makoto really wanted to pay attention to what she was saying. But he also really, really, wanted to kiss her again. So he did.

Kyoko's eyes widened as he cut her off in the middle of her sentence, but she soon closed them and returned the kiss, deepening it. Soon they broke apart again, both of them panting and blushing.

"As much as I enjoy this, Headmaster…" she said breathily, running a finger down his chest, "Do you think you could stop kissing me for one second so I can speak?"

Makoto chuckled. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"Right, the A/C has been-mmmph?!"

She was cut off as he pressed his lips to her once again, the two of them breaking apart much more quickly this time. Kyoko stared at him with a frown.

"You said one second," he replied with an innocent grin.

She sighed in defeat. She couldn't stay mad at him, especially not when he was being this cute, so she settled on a compromise.

"Alright, then do you think you could kiss me somewhere other than my mouth so I can continue speaking?" she asked.

"Sure, I can do that," he responded cheerfully, leaning in to give her a pack on the cheek.

Kyoko smiled. "Alright, so the A/C has been malfunctioning for most of the day and a lot of students and faculty have been-ah!" she was cut off by a gasp as Makoto's lips trailed down to her neck, peppering her with tiny kisses as he made his way further down. "H-have been complaining, so we need to make a call to fix it as soon as possible."

The two of them didn't get much work done that day.


Fun fact: my first idea for this theme was significantly darker, but I decided to scrap that in favor of using this one. And I'm very glad I did. Please give me all the Naegiri fluff guys im dying here.