Almost 180 Degrees

by aesylthryth

Kaichou wa Maid-sama © Hiro Fujiwara

Warnings: Igarashi Tora/Ayuzawa Misaki (leave if you don't like), smut, profanity, OOCness, drama.

1. sixty degrees

They were twenty-two when their lips met for the first time.

Wet, hot tongues fought for dominance, all the while their warm lips rubbed against each other more.

Hands reached places, soft met hard, smooth met rough.

Moans emitted from her throat as his tongue ravished each inch of her mouth.

He savored the taste of it all while her hands caressed each inch of his chest.

It didn't matter why they were in his dark office, on his desk.

It didn't matter why they were kissing each other passionately.

It didn't matter that they both had different lovers.

It didn't matter how much they hated each other not so long ago.

All that mattered was... nothing.

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One year later...

This was bliss.

She felt hopelessly in ecstasy.

Even though she was supposed to be consumed with guilt.

Because she was with him.

Tonight.

In his room.

On his desk.

On his bed.

All over the floor.

Touching.

Moaning.

Licking.

Nipping.

Sucking.

Biting.

Groaning.

Fucking until hell froze over.

And it all felt right, even though in all means it was entirely wrong.

It wasn't him.

But she felt relieved.

Protected.

Safe.

Warm.

His touches weren't soft and gentle, caring and tender.

They were harsh.

But it all felt good.

And although it was both selfish and crazy at the same time, she just wished it was him.

"Takumi..."

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