A rose to grind

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"Etienne," I said in a low baritone, placing my hands over his own pair, before sinking my nails down into the soft skin, and slowly but agonizingly, forced his hands off my waist. Etienne's lips were blanched, and bloodless, so as his face, but he was obstinately pressing his lips into a straight line.

"The meeting has ended already," I repined, patting his shoulder, and leaned over into his side profile. The very tip of my nose benignantly abraded the thick skin of his cheek, as I purred into his ear. My hold over his shoulder lasted longer than usual. "If I said I love you to you, right now...can you give me the world instantly? I wasn't thinking of world domination, but you sparked an idea in me."

Etienne smiled circumspectly, and I felt his shoulder tremble beneath my touch. "If you say it in such a tone, I might just take you right here and there. I don't care about other people."

I frowned, and released him, attempting to ignore his ribald remarks. Castelli swept right across us like a dark shadow, and when I had turned to the exit, he was already at the front, generously holding onto the door.

"It seems like the vice-president and president are already busy," Castelli's smile was bright, and even dazzling, but hate only swirled inside of me at the sight. If I could socket him right in the face, would that million-dollar, aesthetically appealing smile, be wiped off his face and instead, be battered and bruised? No. I must contain myself. For this one chance I was given to change my fate, I must treasure it, instead of wasting it on a two-faced, fellow student council member. For all I didn't know, the future was one dark, and gloomy bit. "Get out now, Marc, Rovere."

The said members, with a hint of uneasy, glanced back and forth between Etienne and I's close figures and Castelli's slender frame at the door. Rovere was biting his lips indecisively, but Marc had already chosen to flee, instead of tangling up in a power-play, which I applauded him for. He was timid, but his timid brain did him good than bad. I felt two arms wrap themselves around my waist.

Castelli eyed the arms on my waist, and his smile grew even more dazzling. "You two...I'll escort myself out before I become a bother," He laughed satirically, his hand gripped on the doorknob and he twisted it, then set his one foot outside. Before his figure completely disappeared, as if reminding me of the shame, he turned his head to the side, showcasing his curved side profile. His lips curled acrimoniously. "And...Kai, don't forget what you have compromised. I'd hate to have an unreliable vice-president."

After the three members had exited, Etienne, in one fluid, and swift manner, pinned me against the long table. It was nostalgic, and I wondered what Jacklin might have felt when I did the exact same thing to him. For him, I wouldn't be able to tell, but for me, it was a tad humiliating, to be under someone who hadn't grown his armpit hair, or in that matter, any hair down there. With my back splayed out on the table, it wasn't the most comfortable position. Etienne's well-boned, manicured nails were digging into my outer thigh, and he was firmly peeling my legs apart with his knee only a few, rough centimetres from my crouch.

"Etienne," I called him in a warning tone, hardening my face. I peered up into his eyes tediously. "There are cameras. And I know the headmaster specifically checks the ones here."

Etienne smiled obsequiously. His own eyes were black, but not in the context that it was a colour, but it was black with a devouring desire. He looked like he wanted to feast on me whole, and he leaned down, ghosting his lips over the crook of my neck, like a bloodthirsty vampire, he was ready to sink his canines into me. "So what?" He murmured onto my skin, which shivered involuntarily. It was as though my own body didn't belong to me. "Give him a show if he pleases. This is your punishment for making me wait so long, Yugo."

(A/N: Eton Junta is probably having the best time in his office)

I drew my eyebrows close together. His figure towered over me, giving me a shade I didn't need. It was tatarean, and I abhorred the feeling of skin on skin. "You're not going to force me against my will. It's not part of the agreement. So let go, Etienne, before you must suffer the consequence."