Quit Playing
P is for Permission
WC: 696
They're married.
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Kyoya was feeling displeased with this game Haruhi had been playing recently.
Every time he tried to touch her or kiss her, she would always say, "You have to ask for permission first."
Well, in honesty, Kyoya was a little too arrogant-headed to just 'ask' for something. He expected it be served to him on a silver platter. Preferably in lingerie and perhaps slick with whipped cream.
Haruhi would smile maliciously whenever she would say this to him, as if she enjoyed watching him make a stony face and then walk away.
In truth, he thought this would stop quickly. She, of course, would be fed up with this and come and ask him to love her… Although, it had already been five days and she seemed to enjoy torturing him just as much as the first day. Somehow, this all didn't seem fair.
The teenage game of betting who would give up first only becomes more sexual into adult hood…
"I thought we would go out for dinner," Kyoya said, walking into the living room, where she was reading a book.
She shrugged, hardly lifting her eyes up. "Sounds fine."
He grimaced. She would say that when she didn't feel like dressing up and going somewhere. "Would you like the chef to come and make something, then?"
"That sounds nice."
"What are you reading?" If she said a romance novel, he would know that she was feeling the lack of intimate contact as much as he was.
"One of your medical books."
Why?
"You could have just asked me if you had a question about something."
"Oh, I know. But I didn't feel like reading anything fluffy or the like."
Right.
"Fine," he said, coming over to her oversized armchair. He leaned over her, said, "I love you," first for good measure, before trying to only kiss her cheek.
She put up the book as a shield and he kissed that instead. "Only if you ask for permission," she said. Her smile was way too slap-happy.
Even though his pride swelled, something else was also swelling. Seeing her braless in her tight blouse, with her short skirt and just-showered hair, he was deciding that he couldn't take this anymore.
He got down onto one knee, and took her hand into his. "Haruhi, would you please marry me so that we can relive our wedding night?"
Haruhi's eyes narrowed. "That's not really asking for permission."
"I'm being creative."
She kissed him on the nose. "If we relive our wedding night, I might not be able to walk down the stairs for dinner."
"We'll just forget dinner, then."
She laughed, and he sensed that permission had come. He moved forward and kissed her, putting his hand on the back of her head to bring her closer. He coddled her breast in his hand, teasing the nipple back and forth until it was showing right through the white shirt.
He straddled her in the chair, cupping her chin and continuing to kiss her. She sighed underneath his touch, probably just as happy to have him so near again. The self-torture some people inflict on themselves.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, licking and sucking on her collarbone. She moved her hand down between them. He tensed, anticipating her touch, but it never came. His eyes flicked down to see her skirt ridden all the way above her hips, and her underwear shoved aside by her fingers. They moved quickly against herself, with long and powerful strokes. Her hips arched into her kneading fingers.
He tweaked her nipple to help her out, and her out-of-breath gasp was a pleasure-shudder worthy response.
Kyoya teased two fingers against her opening, the contact making her start grabbing at his jeans, trying to get the buckle undone.
He grabbed her hands and smiled at her. "You have to ask permission first."
Her reaction was not as he was anticipating. The concept of a moaning-and-begging Haruhi was too delicious to pass up. But the stubborn pout he was met with told him that he wasn't the only prideful one here.
He wondered how long they would sit here half-naked until the other one gave up.
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Notes: I have to apologize for the last chapter ("Oreo"), it was definitely not one of my best scenarios, but in truth this story had become very lackluster for me.
Now though, I'm interested in trying to finish this story. So if there are any readers still out there, please let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading,
WhiteCeramicRose