[ Misaki doesn't flinch at his touch but she bites her lower lip at the cool, feather-light sensation, swallowing back any sound her throat is threatening to make. Her hand, resting on his arm, grips the sleeve of his uniform as if it's the one thing that keeps her grounded. The ice didn't even touch her skin, only his fingers as he continues his ministrations, and yet she's starting to breathe hard. And the cooling down he's talking about is brief, fleeting, quickly replaced by the heating up of her skin and body.
And she hates it, the fact that she's the only one having these kinds of reactions. Or at least, that's what it seems like. Usui's calm and collected in the face of her flushed skin and short of breath, methodical in his teasing. And he only continues, eliciting more and more embarrassing reactions from her. It's frustrating on one hand, but she anticipates it anyway on the other.
She slightly parts her mouth, letting his finger push the ice inside. The hand on his sleeve tugs him a little closer until he's so close enough that their body heat are mingling and her head can lean against his chest. He too feels hot under his uniform. ]
I could say the same to you. [ Misaki's careful not to swallow or drop the ice, shifting it around with her tongue. It feels really nice, really cold inside her mouth but even then, her breath catches with every shift of his hand against her skin. ] Are you finally starting to lose your cool?
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And she hates it, the fact that she's the only one having these kinds of reactions. Or at least, that's what it seems like. Usui's calm and collected in the face of her flushed skin and short of breath, methodical in his teasing. And he only continues, eliciting more and more embarrassing reactions from her. It's frustrating on one hand, but she anticipates it anyway on the other.
She slightly parts her mouth, letting his finger push the ice inside. The hand on his sleeve tugs him a little closer until he's so close enough that their body heat are mingling and her head can lean against his chest. He too feels hot under his uniform. ]
I could say the same to you. [ Misaki's careful not to swallow or drop the ice, shifting it around with her tongue. It feels really nice, really cold inside her mouth but even then, her breath catches with every shift of his hand against her skin. ] Are you finally starting to lose your cool?