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Because your kiss (your kiss)
Is on my list
Because your kiss ( your kiss)
Is on my list
Because your kiss is on my list
Of the best things in life

Your Kiss Is On My List- Hall and Oates

Usui rolled away from his couch, watching as Misaki continued reading her text book. He had tried to get her to play with him, to distract her but so far he had failed in all attempts. She had yet to even yell at him she was so focused. He sighed.

He lay there on the floor, pulling at the rug, content with just being with her. He glanced at Misaki every now and then, adoring the various cute expressions of concentration on her face. Misaki was so focused on her studies she had seemed to forgotten Usui was even there. She shifted a few times on the couch, trying to get comfortable enough to continue her studying. She had settled for lying on her back along the length of the couch with one foot hanging off.

Not wanting to interrupt her studying, Usui settled for just playing with the loose limb, wiggling her toes this way and that, enjoying the soft skin under his fingers. Occasionally he would tickle the underside of her foot, earning a small giggle and swift maneuvering out of his grasp. He would grab her foot again and she would let him continue his ministrations.

After a few minutes of doing this, though, Usui was getting bored and more than a little eager. Touching Misaki, any bit of skin, always made him desire to be closer to her, to hold her, kiss her, to take her away where it was just the two of them. Playing with her foot had made him want to be on the couch with her, so close he could feel her heart beat everywhere in her body, the blood pumping under her skin.

He asked Misaki if he could join her up there but she made no response, not even by freezing up her body, which Usui would've felt. He frowned for a moment then grinned that mischievous grin that Misaki was always wary of. If Misaki wants to study, study she will.

Usui started massaging Misaki's foot, humming low in his throat the way he knew Misaki always liked listening to. He slowly, gently, dug his fingers into the sides of her foot, pressing down his thumbs and rolling them in circles on the bottom. She wiggled when he slowed so he continued his quest. His hands slipped up to the top of her ankle, slowly making their soothing way up to her calf. Usui was on his knees now, his hip propping him up against the couch

"Mi-saki." He said, an almost groan. She 'hmmed' her response, stretching her limbs. Usui smirked cockily and inch by small inch pulled himself up onto the couch behind and under her legs. He continued to massage his favorite maid's calves and feet. Just that process alone took time enough for Misaki to finish her assignment from one subject and reach for another of her books on the floor. She left just the right amount of space for Usui and his sly ways to lay down facing Misaki, leaning back into the cushions.

-:X:-

When Misaki rolled her upper body back onto the couch she nearly jumped out of her skin. She used the textbook in her hands to slap whatever it was behind her and earned an apology and a laugh from Usui. When the hell did he get right here?

Her eyes were wide, her cheeks red and her heart was hammering away in her chest. They'd shared only two kisses before this day and now her lips were mere inches away from making that three. He didn't pressure her, neither leaning forward nor pulling her to his chest as he so easily could have done. It was all up to her.

Misaki swallowed. He put all his faith of their relationship in her. She set the pace, she set the boundaries and she alone could change those. This intimacy –Oh my God, I'm practically flush against him!- was new and so Usui calmly waited for her to make the next move. She knew that even if she backed out he would merely slip an arm around her waist and cuddle. He was like a human cat that way.

But if she kissed him…?

There was only one way to find out.

Hesitantly she leaned forward, their noses brushing against each other's. Usui's eyes widened fractionally, belying his self-satisfied and confident smirk. He hadn't expected this…and that pissed Misaki off.

She pulled her hand up to rest on this shoulder, their other hands intertwining between and slightly underneath them. Just as he had done with her foot earlier Misaki began to gently massage and glide her hands over the junction of Usui's neck and shoulder. He gave an inaudible groan but she felt the vibrations it caused. Sometimes it amazed her how much power she had over him.

It vaguely occurred to her that his reluctance to voice his approval was just another way of letting her set the pace but the thought never fully formed because she finally let their lips meet in a soft, chaste kiss.

Kissing him was like fire. It felt so hot she trembled but the rest of the world was too cold to just abandon the heat. She sighed softly before tilting her head just so to allow Usui to press further. He did so gently, slowly, allowing her the chance to pull away if she felt the need to. She didn't.

-:X:-

He hadn't expected her to kiss him. He'd expected her to just get that close and then roll of the couch and call him a pervert. That was what he was prepared for. What she did was so much better. He couldn't help the only slightly pleading moan that came from deep within him. He loved the fact that is only seemed to amuse Misaki as he felt her smile.

With a daring he'd almost abandoned when it came to intimacy with Misaki, Usui applied more pressure, flicking his tongue out to taste her lips. She gasped but he knew better than to take advantage of such innocence. He felt her stiff form relax into him again when he didn't and was grateful he listened to his head rather than hormones.

She pulled away, slowly, not rejecting him, just putting some space. His head was still fuzzy with his surprise but he knew he didn't want her to be too far. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. She was blushing heavily so he tried to make her forget her perceived forwardness. He began kissing her cheek, close to her lips and then branching away. He kissed each closed eye once, her nose, forehead and back to her cheeks. He debated kissing her neck, knowing how sensitive it could be and Misaki being Misaki it would be almost more intimate than a French kiss. Not that they had done that yet but the point still stands.

Their foreheads rested together, noses just brushing. The homework that they were crushing no longer mattered, nor did the fact that Usui didn't fit completely on the couch. They lie there, content with one another's company. Time didn't stop, nor did any of their senses heighten. They merely were.

Until Usui finally broke the silence with a soft chuckle. As he dissolved into laughter he tucked his face into Misaki's shoulder. He pulled her closer to him while doing so, fighting off her meager struggling.

"Dammit, Usui! What's so funny!?" Misaki growled, shoving him back against the couch, though not breaking their embrace. She allowed Usui to catch his breath but still held him in her disapproving gaze.

"I just like kissing you, is all." He replied. Misaki eyed him for a moment before nodding. The blush had never left her face but Usui thought she got a bit redder around the neck. His lips formed an almost feral smile as he tilted her chin up a little and kissed her again. In between quick kisses, almost barely touching lips, he would whisper "mine" causing Misaki to shiver.

At Misaki's insistence they rolled to where she was straddling him. Her jeans cut off at the knee so Usui's fingers played with the smooth skin on her calves. She braced herself against the arm of the couch, looking down at Usui in muted fascination and content. She eased herself down, laying her head over his heart, curling her body to where she was now against the back of the couch.

Usui rolled to his side, allowing her to fall between him and the couch in a snug embrace. He held her to him, glad for her willingness to be with him, amazed at her forwardness that was so unlike and astonished that he was the cause. He tried every day not to take advantage of that fact but he knew he'd have to push her a few times so that she could grow. But he was content for now, to have what she offered. It was nice, more than he'd expected. More than he thought he deserved.

-:X:-

Misaki held Usui close, listening to his heartbeat. It almost made her not do what she was going to. Almost.

Quickly shifting her position, swatting Usui's hands away from her waist line in the process, she shoved Usui off the couch, onto the floor. There was a grunt from the male but then complete silence. Cautiously she leaned over to peek over the couch.

Uusi was lying there, wide-eyed and more than slightly startled. He locked eyes with her and blinked. Just that one action was cause enough for Misaki to dissolve into giggles. She buried her face in the couch cushions, her shoulder shaking with her laughter.

She dropped a hand over the edge of the couch to pet his head in mock sympathy but was startled to silence when instead of tugging her on top of him as she had expected, he merely kissed her hand. She turned her head to gaze at him, leaning slightly over to the edge to do so. He was smiling now, holding her hand in his own. He kissed it again before sitting up, bracing his back against the couch.

He passed her textbook back to her over his shoulder. She took it, confused. He didn't release her hand. When she tugged for her hand back he kissed it again and said, softly so she had to strain to listen, "I love kissing you, Misaki." It made her blush but she silently added and I love kissing you.

It clicked then what he wanted, what he was willing to leave up to her. Misaki smiled and leaned over his shoulder, having to hold onto the couch cushions to prevent herself from falling. "Usui," she said. He titled his head and looked at her from the corner of his eye. She could see a slight smile on his lips so she knew he wasn't angry or even slightly upset.

She smiled too and kissed his cheek. She felt pride at how a faint pink tinged his cheeks. "Thank you," she replied. She did ruffle his hair then, with her free hand. She settled herself back onto the couch, laying on her stomach with one hand still in Usui's larger one. He held it across his chest, right over his heart, and Misaki could feel it beating.

Thump-Thump…Thump-Thump

-:X:-

You should really listen to the song from the beginning. And "Private Eye" by the same guys. AMAZING.