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Her fingernails dragged along his scalp, tracing soft lines of fire and running through the messy mane of teal hiding under the man's beanie. It was her anchor to reality, now that her mind was hyper-fixated in the softness of his lips and the taste of his desperation, spread in front of her like a dish menu, easily dragged out of him after she'd straddled him and kissed his lips with gentle initiative.
Not to say she was not enjoying this, even if her motives were slightly more ulterior than a simple craving for his affection.
...Still. She couldn't help pulling him closer, leaning her figure against his to seek for his human warmth, longingly dragging a lick across his bottom lip to beckon for his allowance. Her original plan was giving him a light push for a pull of information, so driving it this far was all truly purely self indulgence.
Ah… how come kissing her nemesis counted as self indulgence? She wasn't sure she wanted to find out. Yet.
The cute, boyish noise that left him once he parted his lips made her heart take a leap, filling her with a new craving for his reactions. She could feel his hands on her hips, ghosting touches up her curves. Pulling her closer to him, even though she was comfortably sitting on his lap already as it was. She wouldn't complain about her position (and she didn't want to, her brain too busy spitting pleasure and enjoyment to let her even try to have a coherent thought).
Her hands slid down to his shoulders and pushed him very gently and slowly down to the bed, following him immediately. Greedily rejecting the idea of breaking the kiss yet. Her tongue found his, and so did her palm sense the jump of his own heartbeat as she deepened the kiss, began savoring him deeply even if inexpertly. The urge to have a taste of every piece and corner of his core increased at an alarming rate, with her natural curiosity hoping excitedly to dig out the pieces of gold he'd buried deep down in his filthy, clearly enacted personality.
Who are you, Sou Hiyori?
She felt his fingers shakily push against her shoulder, giving her a sign she read very well. He needed a space, and so did she part from the kiss and let him breathe to allow him that much. His breaths were shaky, features flushed in bright red and clearly embarrassed, likely unused to this type of affection. He tried to mutter something.
"M...M-Miss Sara…"
"Do you hate me?" Was her immediate response. Of course she was having trouble keeping herself composed, but she needed to sound confident. She liked to believe that at the very least she was good at keeping a cold head. Most of the time.
"I-I…" He was out of breath and clearly hesitant, his eyes glazed and unfocused with intensity. His whole appearance seemed out of it now, but she knew she was the one to blame for it. This time. "I...I-I do…" It sounded unsure.
"...Why?" She lifted herself a little, pinning him down against the bed, a bit too forcefully. He'd squeaked, she could hear the tint of terror in his voice.
"S-Sara…"
"Why do you hate me so much, Sou Hiyori?" She hadn't intended for her voice to be so harsh. She hadn't intended to intimidate him, either. He was blinking like a scared animal now, and she felt, for a good moment, the energy of a power-trip.
Knock knock.
"Sou? Kanna is back. Kanna wanted to check on you…"
Fuck.