My imagination right now was anything but PG. I favored the desk. How Satoru would press me back onto the desk. His knees pushing between my legs while his warm and soft lips kissed my neck. He pulled me closer at the waist, skillfully slid my panties aside, and slid inside me with his firm length. One of my hands buried in his silky soft hair, the other clawed at his open shirt as I moaned his name in arousal.
Hitomi's mocking laugh instantly shattered the unfolding scene in my head.
"Pretty hot, huh?"
"E-eey sh-shu'up alr-ready!" I stammered in Grandpa Fredi's dialect, which she knew meant I was serious, but she kept giggling until she pulled herself together again.
"Bed, training, or desk?"
"Desk," I hissed, eyes tightly shut, utterly busted.
"Knew it," she rejoiced smugly, "I know you, you naughty deep waters."
"...," I burst out, caught red-handed, "you beast! I'm not."
"No, no, no, no – you, Mayu? Not at all," she played out her little drama masterfully, "I'd almost say you're worse than I am."
"That's not true, and even if it is, only when I'm in a relationship!"
"Yeah, yeah. You and your principles... Anyway. If you're bringing him along, do I finally get to meet him?"
That wooden noodle...
"That... will be unavoidable."
"Yes! That's what I wanted to hear! I'm making him my personal lemon! Completely," she swore devilishly to squeeze him dry, "but, Mayuchen," she started sounding suspicious again, "if you're not getting intimate with him, would you mind if I borrowed him for a night—?"
"YES, of course!" I blurted out, way, waay too quickly, "... I mean. Uh. Yeah, I would..."
"O-okay! That was very clear. You just claimed ownership, huh," she said, pleased. "Alright, noted! I'd have stayed away from him anyway, since my best friend is already completely smitten with him. That was just a test question, my pretty one."
I closed my eyes in resignation. Any protest would've fallen on deaf ears with her anyway.
"You harbor doofus. I only said I thought he was nice and handso—", again she interrupted me.
"Handsome, strong, attractive, mischievous, extroverted, demanding, intelligent, hot and nerve-wracking, right? Yeah, I know. Everything in you is screaming that you see this guy as more than just your flatmate. Oh, and let's not forget – he's dominant too... And funny, I almost forgot. Erotic too?! Maybe I should take a look at my list about him."
"Yeah, no. You didn't really do that, did you?!" I just about fell out of the sky.
"No, but it's about time I do, because it's getting a bit much to keep track of everything about him."
I laughed mischievously. I actually didn't think I had gushed that much about him. Guess there was more than I remembered. What was wrong with me? I could usually remember everything like an elephant.
"That bad?" I asked quietly, almost shocked at myself.
"Catastrophic."
Our code word for the ultimate level of things. Shit... So excuses were definitely out of the question now.
"Alright," I sighed, "so shall we go out to eat together then?"
"With my future brother-in-law? As if I'd ever say no to that, sis."
I couldn't stop grinning broadly and mischievously. And it hit every emotion one could feel in that moment.