I want the K~ (thefireypriestess for her boy, Homura)
Homura20: ULTRA Forceful Kiss
Just once, sheād love it if this boy would ease up on the throttle.
If Yukiko Amagi, a living storm, was thinking that, it was even more of a sign that there was a problem here.
She sometimes wasnāt big on well-reasoned plans, or thinking ahead. Or explaining herself. But at least she did it occasionally. Using words like a person to maybe tell other people what she was thinking or why she did something.
Even if many of those thoughts and actions seemed rude or selfish, well. That was just how life went. At least, that was how her life had gone; now, she was literally pressed up against a person who just didnāt run by the same rules she did.
Maybe that was part of her confusion. If somebody had tried to punch her twice, sheād have hit them, hard, almost regardless of the circumstances.
Instead of what he was doing in response to her attack, to her snarled challenge to face her this time rather than running away.Ā
Which was pinning her to the wall with his body, and claiming her lips like they belonged to him, like the past few days had never happened. Yukiko was staring right into those entrancing purple eyes again, as he kissed her, and she kissed back without a secondās thought or hesitation.
It wasnāt like the things he did made no sense. They both enjoyed the kiss in spite of all the circumstances around them, after all. She just couldnāt figure out what force, impulse, or cause led him to shift from a passionate lover, to a cold-eyed hunterā¦ and now, back again in the space of an instant. She didnāt feel any of his anger or deadly intent heād had earlier, and didnāt see anything in his eyes but passion. She didnāt feel anything but his mouth, his tongue, the warmth as he pressed into her, the hard resistance of the wall behind herā¦
Why? Why any of this? Why was he kissing her? Why did she love it? Even though he was clearly now her enemy, she couldnāt get enough of him. She didnāt tense up, shove him away, or bite his stupid tongue off when he decided to make out with her against a brick wall rather than punch her. Although the thought certainly crossed her mind.
Sheād had her share of rough boys. That wasnāt anything new. There was times it absolutely drove her wild, and times when she had to get rough right back to get the point across. Getting her up against the wall like that was asking for her to make him hurt.
But that would involve ending this kiss before it finished on its own, and that would have been a tragedy. Yukiko had no way to know how much time they spent like that. It probably wasnāt too long, in reality. It didnāt feel that way, though.
After grinding into her like they were in the club and theyād just met, pressing her flat against the cold bricks, kissing her, and looking deep into her eyes, Homura finally paused. He pulled away a few centimetersā¦ just enough to speak.
āYouāre not my enemy, Yukiko. Youāve never been my enemy, and you never will be. Whatever happens, I can promise you that much at least.
For everything elseā¦ Iām sorry.ā
Yukiko blinked, and Homura was gone.
It was like he was on a personal mission to make sure she could never, ever forget his touch, his lips, the feel of his body against hers. With a single kiss, heād brought back all the intensity of that night together, their dancing in the club, the way he pressed her into her own bedā¦Ā
Her body was on fire, and it was all his fault.
āGod damnit, why canāt you justā¦ pick one, you stupid fucker!ā She yelled into the now-abandoned park.
