Remettre le couvert (Shinomiya Kojiro x reader)

Remettre le couvert

You were at Shinomiya's office, discussing a new concept for a brand new course menu with the chef-owner himself. With papers on hand and a pen on the other, you read the context aloud.

"Do you think an orange chocolate mousse would be better than layers of caramel and Madagascar vanilla custard as the accompaniment?" You asked.

With his head atop of his hands in a steepling position and his body leaning forward, he bore his eyes on you with a calculating gaze. He could clearly see how your pearly white teeth mashed with your naturally pinkish lip as you bit it in contemplation. Or how your face scrunched up with your eyebrows furrowed as you were in deep thought. He wondered to himself just how exquisite you looked even as you looked baffled with the end of your pen on your chin. His focus was solely on you.

You hardly noticed the prolonged stare directed to you as you were deeply buried in your own thoughts. Only when the lengthened silence settled between the both of you, and the lack of response thereof, did you looked up to face him.

"Kojiro?" You called, putting your pen down and facing him.

You sighed when you didn't received any reply from the coral-pink-haired individual.

"Kojiro, if you---" you started to reprimand him but was cut off as he stood up from the chair across of you. Placing his glasses down, he rounded the table between you two and stood before you, his eyes never breaking eye contact.

"What?" You questioned raising an eyebrow.

'Damn it' he thought. 

How could you look so ravishing without even meaning to?

Still gaining no response, you sighed yet again and stood. 

He knows that he needs to finalise his plans but he couldn't helped being distracted. And you, being your perceptive self, noticed.

"Clearly, your head's in another place" you said, placing a hand on your hip. 

"We could continue this some other time if you'd like" you offered.

Tsk.

You heard Shinomiya clicked his tongue in ire and you sighed at this. You put down the materials you held onto the table before giving him your full attention. You could see how his eyes have seemingly taken a darker shade, having an unyielding characteristic in them. Without any warning, he pulled you to him. 

One of his hand was placed at the back of your head while the other, on your waist as he kissed you feverishly. You froze for a moment, taken aback by the action, before responding. 

Shinomiya tilted your head to the side, bit on your lower lip and pried open your mouth with his tongue deepening the kiss. The fight for dominance was short-lived as Shinomiya held you tighter in his arms. Your hands, which were clutching his shirt, travelled upwards and tangled his coral-pink tresses. You broke the kiss off, needing air, and panted as Shinomiya traced hungry kisses down your chin to your throat heading towards the sweet spot between the crook of your neck.