[ Displays of affection aren't that unusual anymore in their relationship. It still embarrasses her, mostly due to the fact that this is something brand new to her, but she's no longer as hesitant as when they first started. Still, they've usually always kept it in a private, secluded place. Like his house or hers when it's empty. And the student council office is neither private nor secluded. Which is mostly Misaki's concern as he backs her into the desk.
Her gaze flickers back to the door, ignoring his irresponsible and impossible request (or that his low voice sends a shiver down her spine). If someone walks in or even peers through the door window, it's over. They're in a compromising position, her back to the desk and his arms around her waist. But her attention soon returns to him when the sound of her paperwork fluttering to the floor startles her. ]
What are you doing? What if someone hears that? [ She hisses to make her point but he's also made his already. Clearing the table for her to a certain extent. Since before she knew it, she's sitting on the desk, trapped. Misaki glares up at him. Or well, whatever she can muster that moment.
She's getting warmer, and this time she's sure it's not just the temperature outside or the fact that he's stepped closer. On the one hand, she's apprehensive, most especially at his last question and the accompanying ice in his hand. On the other hand, she's somehow anticipating what will happen next. ]
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Her gaze flickers back to the door, ignoring his irresponsible and impossible request (or that his low voice sends a shiver down her spine). If someone walks in or even peers through the door window, it's over. They're in a compromising position, her back to the desk and his arms around her waist. But her attention soon returns to him when the sound of her paperwork fluttering to the floor startles her. ]
What are you doing? What if someone hears that? [ She hisses to make her point but he's also made his already. Clearing the table for her to a certain extent. Since before she knew it, she's sitting on the desk, trapped. Misaki glares up at him. Or well, whatever she can muster that moment.
She's getting warmer, and this time she's sure it's not just the temperature outside or the fact that he's stepped closer. On the one hand, she's apprehensive, most especially at his last question and the accompanying ice in his hand. On the other hand, she's somehow anticipating what will happen next. ]
W, what are you planning to do?