Kazuma x reader

Chapter 8 - Agreeing

When he came to, he was in her bed. He was completely naked, and her head was resting by him, and she was seated on the floor. He patted her head slowly, running his hand through her hair. She looked so restful just lying there. He rolled over gently, so as not to wake her up, and stared at her. He felt fresh and looked down at himself, noticing that there wasn't any residue on him from last night, which meant she'd cleaned him up, and he hadn't woken up. She was wearing a cute dress, and sleeping soundly. She must have been totally tuckered out from the previous night. He still was. His phone was buzzing from the table next to him and he reached over to quickly answer it, moving over to the other side of the bed. "Kazuma here", he whispered. "Huh ? Why are you whispering? And where are you?", Bishamon asked. "Ah well. I had a late night. I may be a bit late. Is something wrong?", he asked quickly sitting up straighter. "No no it's nothing. I was just wondering if a hot spring was considered an ideal relaxation spot, for the company retreat?", she asked. He sat up straighter and looked over his shoulder at Angela, she beginning to stir slowly. He found his pants neatly folded over a chair, with his shirt. He quickly grabbed them and hastily put them on. "I need to check the schedule. But I think the venue is good. Ill confirm the dates back with you. Please give me the information about the venue and I'll carry on communication with them directly. I'll see you in about an hour's time from now?" "An hour?! What were you up to last night? Fine I'll be looking over the diaries and reports you handed in yesterday. See you then!"

He hung up the call and ran a hand through his hair. A hot spring was a brilliant idea. He stood up and quickly buttoned his pants on, letting his shirt hang loose around him and turned around to see her sitting up and stretching her body out. He walked over to her and placed his arms around her waist and whispered into her ear. "I could get used to waking up to you." He watched her face on the mirror opposite to where they were standing. It was turning into a wonderful shade of red. "Um! That is.. It was.. I-", she stammered, not able to string words together, only to be silenced by his lips softly pecking at her. "Don't worry. I was kidding. So who is this guy you like?", he asked again, stuffing his face into her beautiful hair. He wanted to know his competition. "Um.. I'd rather.. not say", she said, shakily, her face turning redder with every word she said. She was looking away, and didn't want to meet his gaze. He couldn't get his eyes off her, and tugged her closer to him. There were bite marks on her shoulders and neck, and her dress didn't cover them. He frowned and ran his finger along them, making her shudder and lean back into him. He smirked at the reaction she was giving him. "You must be so tired", he whispered and ran his finger down the length of her arm, meeting her hands. He let his hands stay on top of hers, for just a second and pulled away, but she grabbed on it herself and turned around to look at him, face-to-face. He was surprised by this sudden bold move on her part. Her chest was flushed and she was staring right into his eyes. "AHahaa! You shouldn't look at me like that ", he said, this time his face flushing. He felt his cheeks grow warm. "And besides, you should cover those marks up. News travels fast here, and you don't want your.. um.. your crush seeing or hearing about you having been taken up by someone else. Even if we didn't actually have sex.." 

"That doesn't matter.", she replied quickly, her eyes earnest. Of course it mattered. Or did she not care? Either way he didn't care. "So, our deal from last night? Do you remember it?", he asked, clearing his throat. "Yes. Are you ok with it?", she asked softly, moving closer to him. He took a few steps back and found himself up against the wall this time. If she got too close, he may lose his composure and take her again. But she just kept coming closer. She leaned up slowly, and pecked his lips again, bringing up her other hand, and placing it on the back of neck, gently pulling him down. He closed his eyes and complied, letting her kiss him, slowly. It was a beautiful kind of kiss. A reassuring kind of kiss. He smiled into it and pulled her closer to him, his arms around her waist and holding her head closer, grabbing her by her hair. When he opened his eyes, she was staring up at him, almost lovingly, and petting his head. If he could just stay like this, for a few more minutes, he could actually die happy.