Just one more!
Before I actually get down to trying to make a table on my page like ma' good friend reddi_whipped instructed, I thought i'd just post one more....it's one of my favorites actually. :P
Please regard me kindly
46. Irresistible:
He can’t seem to stop from teasing, annoying, ridiculing and exasperating her; she looks beautiful even when angered.
“Hiruma-kuun!!!!”
His grin widened; finally the first good shriek of the day. Creating chaos was one of his favorite pastimes besides Amefuto and artillery strikes. He chuckled as he watched her stomp toward him; arms swinging, face flushed, making her normally quiet shoes slap menacingly and echo in the corridor.
If she found him in class it would take all of her good-student training and manners not to scream at him until his ears bled. When they were in the clubroom, she might brandish a mop. He hoped, as she drew near, that she would try to slap him. And since he just so happened to be in an empty classroom, he was quite sure of what was coming next.
He was always a little impressed that he could make her angry enough to try and strike him but she was never fast enough, her movements were so predictable that he could catch her hand easily. She’d be even madder then, the smoke nearly pouring out her ears. With her face flushed and her eyes glistening, her hair mussed and sticking out at odd angles; she could not look more beautiful in his eyes. She was craft and firepower and senseless guts all rolled into one and damned if that didn’t make him hot.
In a busy classroom he would be forced to feign boredom and retreat from the scene they created. In the clubhouse his grin would carry her past the point of coherent thought, their teammates running for cover as bullets and brooms filled the air. But in times like these, that’s where the predictability ended, because alone, well; anything was possible.
He could kiss the hand he’d deftly caught, or take a nip of her tallest knuckle. Smooth down her unruly locks, or slowly slide his fingertips down her face and neck. Calm her down and send her back to class, or wind her up like a mechanical toy and then slip away to leave her with her thoughts.
He chose to end the fun there, releasing her hand to instead lay his lightly upon her shoulder. He fought to drag his eyes from hers, his hand mimicking as he turned for the door, dragging his long fingers from one collarbone to the other. “See you at practice, damn manager.”
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Omake:
Mamori closed her eyes and let go of a breath she hadn’t meant to hold. Air filled her lungs, and her pulse slowed until she was sure she was back to normal. She opened her eyes and smiled, “Man, I needed that.”