I want the K~ (thefireypriestess for her boy, Homura)
Homura20: ULTRA Forceful Kiss
Just once, she’d 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t run by the same rules she did.
Maybe that was part of her confusion. If somebody had tried to punch her twice, she’d 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.
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 second’s thought or hesitation.
It wasn’t 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 couldn’t figure out what force, impulse, or cause led him to shift from a passionate lover, to a cold-eyed hunter… and now, back again in the space of an instant. She didn’t feel any of his anger or deadly intent he’d had earlier, and didn’t see anything in his eyes but passion. She didn’t feel anything but his mouth, his tongue, the warmth as he pressed into her, the hard resistance of the wall behind her…
Why? Why any of this? Why was he kissing her? Why did she love it? Even though he was clearly now her enemy, she couldn’t get enough of him. She didn’t 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.
She’d had her share of rough boys. That wasn’t 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 wasn’t too long, in reality. It didn’t feel that way, though.
After grinding into her like they were in the club and they’d 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 centimeters… just enough to speak.
“You’re not my enemy, Yukiko. You’ve never been my enemy, and you never will be. Whatever happens, I can promise you that much at least.
For everything else… I’m sorry.”
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, he’d brought back all the intensity of that night together, their dancing in the club, the way he pressed her into her own bed…
Her body was on fire, and it was all his fault.
“God damnit, why can’t you just… pick one, you stupid fucker!” She yelled into the now-abandoned park.