@iKiyomi_ ~ furiously, and cross your arms indignantly, like the innocent, naïve angel you are, Ki-tan.
Else, alors,
I am charged with 'taking care' of my fiancée's needs, no? ❞
@iKiyomi_ ~ objective. . . ❞
His voice trails off as he steps forward, gracefully maneuvering to press her back to the cold, embittered glass while his fingertips dance circles about her waist and skirt around her inner thighs.
❝ You've 'till the count of ten, to part ways, blush ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ withstand such weather with ease, and the pilot won't have an issue with 't, either.
So perhaps, the stress is getting to your head. . .I even bet you're so enamored with me that you wish I stay, hm?
However, I have no desire to return without accomplishing my primary ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ ❞
Brushing dust off her shoulders, he continues, ❝ And the way you struggled to maintain the proper demeanor throughout those 'unwelcome' advances only suggests that they were entirely welcome.
'Tis not that I can't leave.
After all, any one of our private jets can ~
@iKiyomi_ ❝ And a poorly-manufactured lock 'twas it, indeed, for it to succumb to my nonexistent mind, wouldn't you agree?
If I didn't know better, I'd've thought that you expected me to come here,
but of course, you despise my very being with a burning, vitrolic passion, no? ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ the Earth with your footsteps, no.
So please, feel free to elaborate on how this illustrious façade of yours won’t come crashing down in my face, Ki-tan. Please, I insist. ❞
Iwata taps his toe querulously, his eyes glaring daggers into the brunette's soul.
Apparently, ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ their darling parents.
❝ They’re in possession of functional brains, unlike you, Kiyomi. They’ll realize that we aren’t playing by their rules, and when they do. . .
Do you know who they’ll blame?
Not you, because you’re the most prudent, astute individual to ever grace ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ each of her absurd gestures, though he swears she'll receive her just desserts at the next viable opportunity.
But his complacent nonchalance is thunderously disrupted by her avid and blatant disregard for societal conventions, and even the restrictions placed upon them by ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ no qualms of doing so.
Or, you can continue your innocent, angelic routine. I'd prefer someone prettier and more experienced for those things, anyways. ❞
Musashi finishes his comments with a stark and punctuated taint of impertinence, nothing unlike him, and accords with ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ the world, but I'm not so naïve as to allow myself to be duped by silly, childish notions of 'friendship' and 'love', Kiyomi.
However, lust, on the other hand. . .is thought to be quite prevalent among adolescents our age.
If I must satiate those whims of yours, then I have ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ language, but do you really suppose that they flock around you for any reasons besides your current status as heiress to a fortune unimaginable to the common man?
Perhaps, you draw them in with your winning personality, or complete lack thereof?
At least I may play false to ~
@iKiyomi_ ❝ Am I truly the one who's fake, Kiyomi? You prance around all day with 'friends', make casual, meaningful conversation with teachers, and act as if you're better than everyone else.
But those friends of yours, do you really think they'd give a damn about you?
Pardon my ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ Ki-tan?
If only there was some way to relieve all that oppressing tension, hm? ❞ he postulates, tucking a chocolate lock behind her ear as he pulls away.
@iKiyomi_ ~ breathing hotly and trailing his lips along her jawline, then moving onto her ear, nibbling softly on the outer edge and whispering sweet nothings leisurely, to his heart's content.
❝ Such grand expectations, such vivid aspirations. . .you must be racked with stress, no, ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ after an audible click.
❝ So this is the fabled security system you all boast of so proudly, ❞ he muses as he enters, but without a single reaction from the heiress.
Unpleased, he moves closer, taking the chair across from her and leaning into the crook of her neck, ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ clip removed from her hair, and a second paperclip taken from his own pocket. He assumes the steps, two by two, gliding with ease on his slender legs. Bending the items slightly, he delicately inserts them into the door and jiggles the knob with his free hand, turning it ~
@iKiyomi_ ❝ Rude, aren't we? And here I am, being as civil as humanly possible.
Being the best at any one thing is far from being at everything. But of course, you'd know that if you ever had an ounce of talent, my apologies. ❞
She leaves him in a huff, and he follows, fingering a ~
@iKiyomi_ ~ with, no. If I don't begin my tutelage now, it'll be dark before dinner, and I certainly don't wish to consume whatever atrocities your household commits. ❞
@iKiyomi_ ~ just about to break away, when she can feel the vainglorious twist of his smile, when his teeth gnash against her lower lip, and then briskly, subtly withdraw.
❝ Don't you have a bedroom? ❞ he inquires, then quickly corrects, ❝ Like I'd hint that you're worth sleeping, ~