kinkfest | Old habits hit hard [Persona 3: Mitsuru/Akihiko, T] (Reply)

Title: Old habits hit hard
Author:
Rating: T
Warning: None
Word Count: 426
Prompt: 8^th – Persona 3, Mitsuru/Akihiko: awkwardness when the moment passes – what really went on at that place on Shirokawa Boulevard?
Author's Note: So sorry it's late

The last thing she remembered was the voice saying give in to my—your desires.

Next thing she knew, there was Akihiko, his face surrounded with damp brown wavy locks that pooled around his head. And he was turning this funny shade of red-pink-purple-green and back to earlier cycle again, muttering, moaning or grunting something ineligible.

Come to think of it, their faces were just mere inches apart, and Mitsuru actually didn’t stop to think, just the desire—the wanting of lowering her face further and brush her lips against—

There was a sudden cold wind from the door’s draft, and Mitsuru shivered involuntarily, feeling the hair on her legs standing up. Oh right, one of these days she will catch a cold from lounging around with only a towel after a hot bath. Never mind that. Akihiko’s waiting, with his face finally settling for the rosy tint and she finally puckered her lips and…

Wait. There was something wrong with the train of thoughts just now. Very Wrong.

Very, very Wrong.

You want to do this…

There was a creak of the bed’s springs as Akihiko shifted beneath her, and the fog in her head was finally lifted up, and Mitsuru finally realized she was bending over Akihiko on the hotel’s bed, her knees around his waist, hands on his collar and his neck and she’s wrapped in the hotel’s pink towel—only in the hotel’s pink towel. Only in a skimpy, conceal-almost-nothing pink towel.

She had been showering, that much is a strong enough reason why her hair is wet, and Akihiko’s beneath her, squirming under her weight because she’s the one who pushed him to bed. “Mitsuru?” he said, voice slightly husky, confused and a bit sexy, unlike all the times when he’s just coarse and cold.

She lowered her eyes beneath his neck, (thank God, he’s still fully clothed) and noticed the red SEES badge on his arm. “The mission.” she whispered, turning back to Akihiko. “We’re at Shirakawa Boulevard.”

There was a sudden banging when Akihiko was thrown off the bed, and she scrambled frantically for the bed covers. When she stepped out of the bathroom, fully clothed again, she tried to avoid meeting his eyes. “If you tell this to anyone, I’m gonna-”

Somewhere on the floor beside the bed, Akihiko grunted. He seemed to be rubbing his temples and places where it hurt. “-Execute me. I know. My lips are sealed till the day I die.”

“Eyeryone~! I found you!” Fuuka’s voice came into their minds, too loud to ignore. “The others are—did something happen?”

Fuuka didn’t miss the twitching, the glares, and Akihiko instantly emerging from the heap at the side of the bed, and both of them having the instant reaction of, “NO!"