Boredom

Ito was bored.

She was bored and tired and wanted to go home.

Tired and someone was hitting her foot.

She stopped, looked under her desk for the perpetrator, saw no one and waited some more.

There it went again.

Cocking her head to the side, she caught a glimpse of blond.

How the hell did Makoto get so close?

A strong, thin, hand twined in the back of her uniform and Ito felt herself being yanked back over the desk behind her as the bell rang and the room emptied. She was left to glance at an upside down Makoto Amano before a pair of upside down lips caught her down as he dragged her onto the desk some more.

The kiss took her breath away.

It also took Naboku’s breath away as she gasped at the sight in front of her.

Makoto took his sweet time separating from Ito, letting the leftover saliva trail before wiping it off both of their faces with a polite “Sorry, love.”

Hey, if it was going to be scandalous, may as well milk it and cement the idea.

“I’m s-so-sorry!” The younger woman blabbered as she slammed the door shut, leaving them alone once more.

Ito would have panicked. She really should have panicked but he didn’t give her time as he almost leaped in front of her, damn that training, and pinned her fully on the desk.

That desk was going to take a beating, her brain mused dryly.

“I want you,” he murmured, lips moving along her face before he kissed her once more.

Hell, King of the Obvious! “Mako! We’re here?!”

“Think of it as a way to relieve boredom.”

“But Noboku-”

“Won’t say a word.” He responded definitely.

“And why the hell wouldn’t she?!” Ito stood up, dodging Mako’s arm ready to pin her once more.

“Because she’s crushing on the both of us.”