"Does it hurt?" Sayaka aksed, gently padding a cotton swab on the bleeding scratch that lay on Kirari's porcelain skin, rigjt below her lips.
"No, and, again, thank you. You had no need to do this, dear." Kirari said, elegantly.
Sayaka couldn't help but blush. She had never been this close to her dearest President before.
"Why are they taking so long?" They heard muffled voices say behind the walls, AKA Mary, and her sister, Ririka.
Ririka, and Mary were dating. They had always teased Sayaka of her ongoing crush for Kirari.
"Probably making out or some shit."
Sayaka widened her eyes, and started slightly shaking at the vision of her kissing the president.
"Sayaka? Are you okay?" Kirari insisted.
Shit. I was supposed to be taking care of the President, and now she is colored in concern for ME! Sayaka stop being so ignorant. Sayak thought to herself.
Sayaka nodded her head,tabbing the blood with alcohol, paying careful attention to every squint of the president's eyes, analyzing for any pain.
She reached to lean her hand down, yet she brushed her knuckle across the president's lips, oh so softly, and she ripped her hand away, holding her head down for the sudden movement.
"Sa-ya-kaaaa?" Kirari said, playfully. "You here?" She asked.
"U-Uh, yes! of course i am! imeanwhywouldntibeimtakingcareofyou!-" Sayaka's rambling stopped, as Kirari placed her soft hand to gently cup Sayaka's chin, and pull her up.
Soon, their faces were centimeters apart.
Sayaka was starstruck.
"How many centimeters apart do you thing we are?" Kirari asked, her hot breath lightly being rested on Sayaka's lips as she spoke.
"W-Well, I don't know—" Sayaka blushed furiously, before Kirari leaned in, and closed the gap between their lips.
The kiss was slow, and passionate, yet gentle, and sweet. Sayaka could taste the strawberry chapstick on Kirari's lips.
They both leaned back. Kirari had a smile planted on her face, and Sayaka was shocked.
"Sorry— was that wei-" Kirari asked, before Sayaka instinctively leaned in, kissing her again, and skating her arms on top of Kirari's shoulders.
Kirari took no time to gasp, she slowly lead her arms around Sayaka's waist, and Kirari soon kissed down to her neck, and started to bite down onto it.
Sayaka gasped, and blushed furiously.
"I have been wanting to do that for so long, dear." Kirari said gruffly, her eyes glowing an icy blue.
They looked up, as the stall door opened, quickly retreating.
"I knew it! They WERE hooking up!" Mary said, happily.
Sayaka covered her face in her hands, and Kirari snaked her hands around Sayaka's waist as they stood up.
"I recommend we go to my place, hmmm, sayaka?" Kirari insisted, caressing her abdominal area.
"Ewwww! Get a room!" Mary said, disgusted by their displays of PDA.
They exited the bathroom, and walked inside Kirari's car.
Kirari hopped in the drivers seat, and Sayaka sat down, face still red.
As they drove, they sat in a comfortable silence.
That was until Kirari slid her hand onto Sayaka's thigh, her inner thigh.
Mind you, Sayaka was wearing a floral dress, and Kirari was wearing a formal, yet fashionable type outfit.
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Sayaka grew red.
She gulped, and started to glance at Kirari more.
"You seem to like this, hmm?" Kirari aksed seductively.
