Disclaimer: I don't own Nana to Kaoru; the rights and ownership go to Amazume Ryuta. If I did, they would be a whole lot closer than they are now in the manga, if you know what I mean.

Author's Note: This story, along with others I will give credit to my lovely writing partner, is part of a weekly role-play session I have with my lovely Michelle (who is my Kaoru). If you ever have any ideas for prompts or story ideas, shoot me a PM because we are always looking for ideas!

Completely my fault. I had this mostly edited; however, I kept leaving the file somewhere I couldn't access at home.

Exhilaration: Chapter Three

April 7, 2014

Nana pouted at Kaoru, urging him on. It was a ten-minute walk to get to her apartment from campus and she was sure he was going to milk it for all it was worth. Nana looked around, noticing which in the crowd were her classmates, though they hardly gave them a second glance. It was a relief. College was a lot easier to deal with than high school and prying classmates.

"Oh, let's just hurry up," she whined, nudging his side.

"Of course, Nana," Kaoru smiled, less froggy and more of what he seemed to think was charming. He kept hold of her hand and guided her down the crowded hallway.

"So, I was wondering," Kaoru continued, "could I borrow your notes, Nana? I didn't really get to take any today. You know." He smiled again and shoved his hand into his pocket. As Nana opened her mouth to respond, he flicked on the vibe and watched her face placidly.

Nana was stopped just as she was about to roll her eyes and answer. It took her a few good seconds in order to gather her wits about her; after a few deep breaths, she cleared her throat. "I don't think you'll be able to r-read my notes."

Their walking had stopped. Nana couldn't put one foot in front of the other when he had that thing going.

She hadn't thought about walking before. She had to open her big mouth, didn't she?

Kaoru cocked his head to the side in mock confusion. "Why not? You usually take great notes, Nana. Aren't you feeling well today?" He dropped her hand and placed his against her forehead, pretending to feel for a fever.

They were stopped dead in the middle of the hallway and people were glaring at them as they passed. "You look kind of red." Kaoru's other hand was still in his pocket, fiddling with the dial.

Nana swallowed thickly before giving him a look. "You think?"

She gave him a pleading look, wanting to get back to her apartment as soon as possible. She hoped she could plead with her eyes rather than her words; he tended to listen to her eyes more than her mouth anyway.

"Yeah, a bit," Kaoru said, drawing back and taking her hand again. "We should get you home to bed. I'll make you some soup, or something." He dialed down the vibrator to a low buzz and led the rest of the way down the hall.

He couldn't help but smile, though, knowing Nana had basically given him permission to do this. Not that he wouldn't have anyway, but he had initially been eager to just get home and touch and grope and fuck for the rest of the evening.

… but this opportunity? This was good. Too good.

Despite how gleeful Kaoru was, his partner was struggling. Nana tried, to the best of her ability, to keep putting one foot in front of another.

"Kaoru, it's hard to walk like this," she murmured, trying to keep up.

She was contemplating asking for punishment for opening her mouth rather than keep this up.

After the fast fuck in the bathroom and the previous, delicious agony of her classroom orgasms, her legs were weak. She was wobbly.

Kaoru looked over at her, down at her unsteady legs. He frowned, one part of himself telling him to shut the vibrator off and wait until they're back at Nana's apartment, the other part telling her to be the dom and make her.

It was tempting, and this was such a good opportunity, but then his mind flashed back to how hard it was to keep standing in the bathroom just a few minutes ago. He relented.

"Alright," he said, and turned the vibe off. "How are you going to make it up to me, Nana?"

Nana let out a loud, grateful sigh. "How do you want me to make it up to you?" she asked.

In the privacy of her own apartment she was open to doing a lot more. In crowds where no one knew her identity was one thing, but in a class where a teacher expected something out of her… oh, the idea was mortifying.

Her legs still shook slightly but she kept her stance strong.

Kaoru shrugged. They were only a block from her apartment now, and he didn't feel like doing much thinking at all.

"You know: you're still pretty red, actually." He leaned down and bumped their foreheads together. "You sure you're not really sick or something?"

Nana chuckled, leaning against him with a smile. "You'd be red, too, if I kept… y'know, teasing you for hours, stopping and starting whenever I wanted."

Kaoru, for all the dirty and perverted things that went through his head on a daily basis, still couldn't seem to stop his face from flushing when Nana talked dirty, even remotely so.

Sure, they'd been dating for a while, and practicing S&M even longer, but to hear her talk like that—and in public!—always gave him a bit of a rush, which seemed to run equally between his face and his dick.

His cheeks turned red, his eyes glazing over as he considered it. How was she so full of good ideas? "Uh..." he started, trying to figure out a way to agree that didn't sound like a drooling idiot. He was mostly failing. "Yes?" he tried.

"Isn't that called …blue balls? To be brought to the edge and then stop?" she asked, smirking. "Because it's either that, for what I do to you, or something better you can think of. " As an afterthought, Nana giggled. "Maybe I can use the bullet somewhere on you." Thinking of the situation that could possibly occur based on that image, she laughed a little harder.

He considered her jab about the vibe and then crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "I would need a very detailed explanation of what exactly you planned to do with the vibrator before I would even consider saying yes. I think I may have taught you too well, Nana."

The scenery blurred together, trees and cement all appearing as a backdrop to a world they would ignore for another day.

Kaoru looked up to realize they were just a few feet away from Nana's apartment complex. "Look, we made it."

"We made it," she agreed, unlocking the front door and letting them in to the ground floor. She cleared her throat. "Pick what you want to happen. Do I want to shower before this or after?" Nana was feeling vaguely sweaty and uncomfortable already; she didn't feel too alluring and was sure her panties could stand to be changed.

Kaoru folded his arms and pondered the situation.

"I'll let you do want you want. You might want to shower, unless you're planning on getting naked immediately. Which… I would have no problem with, obviously."

Once they were inside the elevators, Nana pressed the button for the fourth floor. Humming to herself, she pondered just exactly what she wanted to do with Kaoru. She was wound up, yet satisfied. At least it was the weekend and they didn't have any more classes to worry about—they had time to burn.

Whenever they got into their day-romps she usually didn't have enough strength to exist the following day.

But, for now, did she want to shower? She supposed, not wanting Kaoru to go anywhere near her mess—despite the fact he was the reason for it.

"Wouldn't I need to get naked in order to shower?" she asked with a cheeky smile.

Kaoru leaned against the back of the elevator, legs propped out in front of him. He eyed Nana from behind. She looked a little tired and sweaty, but he couldn't say he minded. "Well, yeah, but do I get to watch you shower? Not usually. Unless you wouldn't mind if I joined you?"

Nana smirked, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.