𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 • k. ayato

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[Y/N] leaned forward as she kissed him, making him knock stuff off his desk as he steadied himself with his elbows. They had kissed a couple of times before, but this time was different. This time, [Y/N] squelched her immediate, overwhelming desire to hide out of embarrassment. She closed her eyes and tried her best despite her fear.

Her hands travelled from his cheeks to his shoulders, tightening her grip on them. Every part of her wanted to wrap around him, wanted to make this a special kiss, make every touch one he'd crave for a long while, because slowly she was becoming an addict, and she didn't want to be the only one.

A month or two ago she would have been able to resist his touch, his voice, his lips. Stepping back hadn't been a herculean effort, but now she couldn't do it.

His hands were in her hair, pulling her even closer, exploring her mouth with his tongue as she straddled him carelessly. Once in a while, they'd pull back, and she noted how his breathing was much more rigid than before. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest.

[Y/N] reached one of her hands behind him to push the stuff in the middle of his desk to the side, making him almost lay down right there in the centre.

She glanced over at him, making sure he was comfortable in such a position, and she saw him smiling, that ridiculously perfect and endearingly annoying smile. Ayato's hand reached to caress her cheek. He was admiring her so lovingly. He pulled back just to look at her, with his chest heaving he said, "I think," he blushed a deep red she had never seen on him before, "just this alone made me love you a hundred times more."

The woman drew her lips into a thin line, eyes stinging. She just realized how unnerving it was to be in love with him, and not be able to see him every day. Looking back on it, there were so many times she unknowingly was ready to give anything just to be able to gaze into his eyes or hold him in her arms, even for a few minutes. [Y/N] felt so incomplete, like a part of her was missing when he wasn't with her. Perhaps that is what brought them together like this.

She chuckled as a lovely smile made its way upon her face, "I love you too. So very much."

Ayato's eyes widened, his heart skipping a couple of beats. His mind was so chaotic right now, but he loved every second of it. He was ready to spend his entire life making her fall in love with him, hence such words caught him by surprise.

His eyes gleamed, "Kiss me again," he said, inching closer to her face, "Kiss me until I am sick of it," he wanted everything she had to offer now.

She breathed, and it was heavy and hoarse and rattled around in her ribcage. He truly did have a tight grip around her. Nonetheless, she smiled, eyes observing the front of his suit as she carefully undid the complicated clothing.

"Ha, no patience whatsoever..." she whispered. Ayato wanted to say something back, but he was too focused on her fingers running down his now half-bare chest. There was something about the darkness, about almost not being able to see anything but her that made him drunk with delicious dizziness.

Just as she was about to fulfil his wish, she heard someone open the doors to Ayato's office. [Y/N] turned her head sideways, and with something akin to a glare looked at the person who dared to barge in here. But that anger soon turned into embarrassment. Her face had gone all red in humiliation.

Thoma was standing there dumbfoundedly with an envelope slowly falling to the ground from his hand.

"Th—Thoma! Ah..." she blurted out, losing hold of herself and falling straight into Ayato. Luckily he caught her just in time, "Th—This isn't what you think it is, please don't—don't get the wrong idea!"

Ayato peeked over [Y/N]'s shoulder, "Thoma... truly great timing," he scowled at him, clearly displeased with the whole situation.

Ayato's glare couldn't even register in Thoma's mind as all he saw was [Y/N] on top of him, the desk a complete mess (which he would have to clean up), and Ayato half-undressed. He was quick to turn around, "My apologies. I'll make sure no one comes in here until you're... done."

Thoma was about to leave, but [Y/N] got off of Ayato hastily, "Thoma, don't go!"

"No, It is fine, your grace, please continue whatever it is you're doing here."

"Thoma," Ayato sighed, running his hand through his blue hair, and now sitting up straight at the edge of his desk, "What is it you came here for? I really ought to shorten your holidays this year..."

Thoma stopped in his tracks, "There is no need for that, my lord," he kneeled down to pick up the envelope he dropped, "I've come to give you this envelope which was sent by Kamiyama Asahi, the heir of the Kamiyama clan."

Instantly [Y/N]'s expression returned to normal, and she took the letter from Thoma's hands, "Thank you, Thoma... You may leave us now," she smiled at him. The housekeeper bowed his head and left, shutting the door close on his way out.

[Y/N] walked back up to Ayato, sitting down beside him, "Well... It is quite a grand envelope."

"It is from your brother. I doubt the Kamiyama's would do anything that is not grand."

She ripped the wax stamp off of it without care and tossed it to the side, carefully taking out the letter from the envelope. The two quickly read the words written on it.

[Y/N] clicked her tongue, "A birthday invitation? At such a time?"

Ayato crossed his arms, "Indeed. He is quite bold to interrupt us because of a mere birthday."

The woman pursed her lips, "No... I mean... Because of the murders... He shouldn't be throwing something like a birthday party."

The two stared at each for a bit, "Oh," was all that left Ayato's mouth.

Once again, his cheeks reddened, and as he turned to look away from her, he let another "Oh..." escape his lips. Soon enough, his mind was cocooned by her laughter, and this time he was the one drowning in shame.

"Alright, I'm sorry, please look at me," although she said this, she was still chuckling at the way he was acting, which made him turn his head completely to the other side, away from her prying gaze.

He brought his hand to his face, covering his mouth with it.

"Ayatooo, come now," she brought one of her hands to his side, touching it slightly. At her touch, she noticed him squirm a bit, and her smile faded, "Huh?" Once again, she brushed her fingers against his side, and now she was certain. Ayato was ticklish.

Her smile returned, but this time it was laced with mischief. She's been having a blast this evening, having switched places with him as he was usually the one messing with her. Before she could full-on tickle attack him, she saw Ayato stand up.

"Let us retire to our chambers now," his voice was low, he was trying so hard not to look at her, to hide his smile and blushing.

"So soon? I think not," She teased, walking up to him, "After all... I did just find out something interesting."

However, he did not stop, he simply began walking faster, "Is that so? Indulge me."

"I cannot do that if you keep running away from me," she informed in between giggles, still, he did not stop to wait for her, he simply waltzed out of the office leaving her behind.

"Ayato, wait! Don't run away from me!"

[Y/N] was left trailing behind Ayato, and as he turned his head to look at her, saying, "You're quite slow, aren't you?" This only made her slow down even more.

He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. He was the kind of handsome that got into her bones, that spoke to her of olden times before he'd said a word. No matter how many times she looked at him, wasn't he only getting prettier day by day?

She smirked, "You're just asking for it at this point."

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