Mint Jelly

Aizawa / Els

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"Bleah." Aizawa sucked the last out of the jelly packet and spat it aside, making a terrible face. He was sure he had grabbed plain apple, but it was mint. 

Green isn't always apple. He made a mental note of this and rolled over to face the wall in his sleeping bag. Lunch was finished; he would rest until that infernal bell rang again. He was dozing lightly when he felt a warm puff of air on his cheek. Aizawa opened one eye in irritation. Couldn't be a draft, what the hell. He frowned in confusion when he saw dark purple eyes staring into his own.

"Cheshire?" The cat lady was leaning over him, purring softly. He first thought he was dreaming and dismissed this when he felt her trace the scar on his face. "What are you doing?"

"Mmm, Eraser." She licked his lips and he jerked backwards, startled. He was still in his sleeping bag, though, so he only managed to bump into the desk and smack himself on the head for his trouble. 

"Ow! What the hell!"

"You smell good," she purred. "Taste better."

"Oh, crap. The jelly." Aizawa thrust his hands out of the bag and held her back by her shoulders. "You're just smelling mint from my lunch. I didn't realize it would affect you." He paused, frowned. Why had she been so close to him anyway?

"You always affect me." She shrugged. "I just thought it was time to let you know. The mint did help, though."

"Did it now?" Maybe it hadn't been such a bad purchase after all. He stared at her for a long moment, then deliberately opened his mouth, letting his tongue slip out. She greedily caught it between her lips, sucking and running her tongue along his teeth. 

"That good, Ches?"

"Better."

"You haven't seen better," he husked dangerously. "I can show you if you like."

"Big talk, hero." 

"I can back it up."

"Can you now? Let's see." She slowly unzipped the bag halfway and reached inside. "You're so hot in here. Is it the bag or am I doing this to you?" She dug around some more, groping him hungrily. 

"Ngh!" He reached out quickly and grasped her wrist. 

"<i>There</i> you are." She nuzzled his neck as he threw his head back, straining. "My goodness, is this <i>all</i> you? What a big man."

He snapped his head back and glared at her, regaining some of his former ire. "Of course. You want that, you're going to have to wait until school's out."

"I do. But what if I said I couldn't wait?"

He snorted, then seemed to relent and crooked a finger at her. "Come here." He flipped himself into an upright sitting position, reaching out to grasp the back of her neck. They came together in a softer, slower kiss than before that spoke of things to come. Aizawa pressed deeper, wetter, determined to wreck her as much as he could. She had nearly destroyed him - he was so hard he was going to have to sit behind his desk for the entire next class. He wanted to return the favor.

They were so involved neither heard the bell when it rang. They simply kissed, locked together in a passionate struggle for dominance. Elly was the one that lost this time. 

He plunged his hands wildly through her hair and whispered hotly into her mouth. "I promise I'll make it worth your wait."

"You better, handsome."

A cough startled them and they jumped guiltily around, his hands still entwined in her hair and her arms around his neck. Half of class was 1-A frozen in shock at their desks, the other half blinking from the doorway.

Cheshire immediately blurred into invisibility. 

"Oh, no you don't," Aizawa muttered under his breath. He turned quickly, eyes flashing red. "You started this. You can help me explain." Elly was revealed as his quirk cancelled hers out, blushing wildly with her hand over her eyes.

"Ahhh... shit."