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— Intentions —

13# - Afire Worries
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"Circumstances cause us to act the way we do.
We should always bear this in mind before judging the actions of others."
― T. Heyerdahl

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— A. Misaki

I stiffened into his embrace when I heard footsteps coming into our direction.

God, what were we doing in the middle of the way?!

I pushed against his chest and he finally leant away, his gaze soft on me. "I have to go," I murmured.

He frowned, and before I knew it, he pulled me into the waiting room. The few who were waiting took a quick glance at the two of us before reverting their attention to their earlier occupation.

"What are you doing?" I sternly whispered to him, breaking free from his hands.

He bent down. "I want to make sure of something before you go," he said, then casually surveyed me. "No more running away, alright?"

Awkwardly rubbing my nape, I eyed his shoes with discomfort. "Yeah, I won't."

"Look at me."

His hand brushed my cheek as he guided it up for our gaze to cross. Relishing in my embarrassment, he smiled. "Could you repeat that?"

Ugh... I frowned at him. He knew exactly how to deal with me didn't he? "Fine, fine, I won't avoid you anymore!"

A glare or two were swept up from their screens at my whisper-shout and I quickly apologized with a nod, before scowling at the man in front of me. He smugly grinned at my reaction, as if I had acted exactly as he had expected me to.

"Satisfied yet? Now, let me go to work! I will see you later." I stomped off, leaving him right there, without a care in the world.

But I pretty well knew that his gaze would follow me until I had disappeared from his sight. And maybe, only maybe, did I care for these attractive forest eyes more than what I would ever let on.

If I had to face the truth, it would actually be stark and raw.

The thing was; how many people did he attract that badly?

His past life made my heart ache. Of course, the past is far from the present, but still, can't anyone have apprehension on that sort of thing?
He obviously was the kind of person who was used to getting whatever he ever wanted, and that, quite easily, I guessed.

He knew that I was engaged, and yet, he made pass at me as if I wasn't.

It bothered me, because it only showed how much of a player he was, didn't it? Not even once did he ask me about him. Because as attractive as he was and as enticing his kisses were, I wouldn't be another notch on his stupid bedpost for sure. Everyone came with flaws, no matter how perfect they appeared to be. In fact, appearance had nowadays an excessive significance. This confidence he breathed out could merely be arrogance.

Where we could set the boundary of this feature only depended on how we perceived it.

And in a way, that exclusively relied on how our personal opinions was built.

"Judgment," I sighed as I strode through the hallway. "We are that selfish, after all."

Someday, I'd get tired of having to read between the lines of people's motives.

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"What do you mean that he left?"

Shizuko eyed me with tired eyes, before speaking. "Well... He said he had things to do after all... He already contacted the office for an early appointment tomorrow, though."

I fell to the closest chair in an exhausted fashion. My palms cupping my head dropping down, I heavily exhaled. "God, I'm so sorry Shizuko."

"It's alright," her hand came to my shoulder, lightly rubbing it. "You can make it up tomorrow, after all," she said, giving me a reassuring expression.

I peeked up, before a small smile crawled its way up to my lips. "Yeah, I will," I affirmed, standing up. I grabbed my briefcase before waving her goodbye, "I'm off then."

"See you tomorrow, Misaki."

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It was late when I finally reached the residence building.

The door to my apartment easily unlocked in a click, without needing to open the additional security locks. I stepped in, welcoming with a grateful whiff the delicious scent that coated my apartment. Thank my mother for Suzuna.

"Onee-san! You're finally back," she grinned as she took care of my bag while I was kicking my shoes off. "How was your day?"

I made my way to the living room, too seduced by the food's aroma to resist. "It was okay, I guess..." I half-heartedly replied, before going straight to the point.

"Suzu, what did you ma...—" I gaped. Blinked several times.

And when I finally recovered, I blurted, "What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?"

Emerald eyes twinkling with mischief, he slyly grinned at my tone. "Preparing dinner for Misaki?"

"Usui was waiting for you when I came, he said he wanted to make your food," Suzuna beamed at me. "So I thought, maybe you'd like some change in your diet," her fingers came to brush her chin as if she was lost in her thoughts, pondering over how to fix my unhealthy diet. "Plus, he's such a good cook. It's really nutritive, you know?"

My eyebrows arched impossibly high, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her to the hallway. "Suzu?! How can you let a stranger in our house?!"

She blinked in confusion. "Stranger? But you were pretty friendly with him last time, you were even sitting on top of...—"

"Suzu!" I cut her off, "Oh God..." I huffed, my fingers pinching the bridge of my nose.

Could this day ever end peacefully?

I shot a condescending glance at the kitchen. Our eyes met as he ran his hand through his blonde hair, a cunning and satisfied smirk upon his delighted face.

My heartbeat rate shot up. Who the hell would do this kind of gesture in someone's else kitchen?

Dismayed, I exhaled in despair.

There was no way this day would ever end peacefully.

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— U. Takumi

"Suzuna, that betrayer," she mumbled under her breath as she took a spoonful of soup. I think she didn't mean to, but she hummed appreciatively when she tasted the rich soup I just re-heated for her.

I leant in front of her, my elbows pressing on top of the counter across from her seat. "Delicious?" I grinned.

She eyed me disapprovingly, her spoon stopping inches from her lips. "It's not bad," she dismissed before taking in another bite.

I watched her for awhile, enjoying her attempts to ignore me even though her slight blush intensified under my inquisitive gaze. "I know it's really tasty," I said, my voice low and gruff as I leant closer. "But you don't have to eat that fast, you know?"

"I'm not eating fast because it is 'delicious' but because I want to get over with dinner soon," she messily said, holding her spoonful to my face as if it was a threatening weapon. I gripped her hand in place before lowering my head to her spoon. Locking my eyes with hers, the warm silverware slid in my mouth as I took in the soup. Her eyes widened and her hand jerkily moved away with the spoon, making some spill at the corner of my mouth.

"Ah... Look at what you've done, so dirty," I said, bringing my thumb to retrieve the savory remain and lick it away.

She stared at me with disbelief, her hazel eyes baffled and her lips slightly agape.

"God, what was that..." She shook her head and put the spoon back into the bowl, her appetite seemingly gone away. Standing up, she rounded the counter to my side, before she turned her back on me, busying herself with cleaning the kitchen utensils. I looked over at her with interest, leaning back against the kitchen island.

"I ate your food, you can go now." The sound of cutlery and water splashing all over, she didn't even bother looking at me as she spoke.

"Yeah?" As if I'd go that easily. I rose from my spot, standing right behind her. My palms moved to close on each side of the counter, pinning her against it.

She was all stiff when I leant down, and a shiver could be felt when I whispered against her ear, "Don't stop, the water is still running, you know that?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she focused on washing it all the more faster. She was adorably stubborn.

My fingertips came to brush her hair aside, pilling it on one side and eliciting a shudder every time it grazed her skin.

I loved her reactions. I craved for them.

My hands slowly skimmed down her waistline, resting on her hips before my lips sunk to her crook of her neck and trailed the long way up to her nape. She took a sharp inhale, before a soft whimper escaped her lips. The water cut right when the tip of my nose eventually reached her ear, and I just couldn't help it; her little gasp turning me on so badly, I bit her ear, drawing a small cry as her body lurched to mine.

The sounds she made were so fucking arousing.

"You have no idea how crazy you make me, Misaki..."

She trembled at the sound of my voice, before she lightly pushed away to face me. All flushed, her expression was shy yet, there was something more to her eyes. Dark, unsatisfied hunger, maybe.

Our eyes locked, and I wanted her so much I couldn't help leaning in, my hand sinking to the small of her back. She pressed her palms flat on my torso, smoothly sliding them up to my collarbones, her fingers running up to raise my chin out of the way. Finally ending in my hair, threading the soft strands, she grabbed it close and fittingly. Her warm lips took me aback, swiftly pressing against my throat, feeling my pulse beat through my skin.

God, don't tell me she would...

Her lips nipped my skin, and without even thinking furthermore, my hands slid to her round ass, squeezing it tightly before hauling her on top of the counter.

And then, she bit down my throat, and I couldn't fight the deep rumble bubbling up.

"Oh fuck..."

I was feeling so much.

Yet, I wanted so much more.

I shoved her legs apart, wedging them far enough to come between all the while my rough fingers ran to her scalp, wrapping her hair around my hand. And then, I ravished her mouth, so badly, senselessly, shamelessly. My tongue plunged past her lips, and she fisted even harder my hair as she writhed under my touch. It was nothing like the sweet one we had earlier this day; this one was all lust, thirst and craving. Her taste was so addictive, and I realized I'd never have enough. So I went deeper, harder, stealing and sharing everything I wanted from her; with her.

And letting her know that that nothing could stop us, now.

She broke away, slightly panting, before her eyes bore right through mine.

"What do you want from me?"

"Everything that you'd be willing to give me."

I leant in closer, but she held me at distance, her hands pushing against my shoulders.

"What if I can't give you anything?" Expectations could be heard in her tone.

I frowned. "I'd ask you why beforehand," I said, and grabbing her left hand off my shoulder, I slowly licked her ring finger, before sucking it in my mouth. I could feel the damp band around her finger, and I took all my time to slide it off, my teeth clenching on the cold silver.

"But then, I'd take everything."

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Author's note:

It's getting hotter...hngg!

I wasn't supposed to write tonight but GOD,

I saw your reviews, it cracked me up so badly, I just couldn't resist until tomorrow night,

You guys are so FUNNY! I love ya all!