Bad Press, Good Times

"Cheshire! Why have you been seen so much with this scruffy fellow -"

"...looks like a vagrant..."

"Are you being blackmailed?"

Sometimes Elly and her boyfriend went out.

And sometimes, when they did, she was recognized despite her covering her ears and tail. She wouldn't have minded so much except every single time the press hounded her about Shota.

She held his hand, squeezing lightly to indicate her stress level, and concentrated on walking.

"Sir! Sir. Excuse me, don't you think you might be a little out of your league here?"

Elly's eyes narrowed.

"It's not worth it," Aizawa murmured to her.

"No, Shota, I'm tired of this crap. Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"

He blinked at her in surprise. "Of course not."

"Then come here." She reached out and grasped the front of his shirt.

He realized what she was about to do seconds before and resigned himself to it. Perhaps this would finally shut the reporters up and he could go back to being unnoticed. At least no one had published his hero name in the articles yet.

Their mouths met, and he took the opportunity to reach around and hold her within the protective circle of his arms as they kissed. He could hear the cameras clicking and flashing, but the reporters had gone strangely silent.

Elly was grinning maniacally when she let him go. She turned very slowly to the reporters, making sure they could see her fangs. "This is my boyfriend, who I love very much. Can we all please stop suggesting that you know my needs better than me?" Her right eye twitched, and she turned back around and nuzzled Aizawa gently on the cheek. "Let's beat it before they recover."

"Agreed." He picked her up and sprinted off in the direction of a nearby alley. The press were confounded by his fleetness of foot as well as his ability to leap over the small fences that separated the streets in the back. They never knew what happened, only that they rushed off to disappear.

"I love that I don't even have to use my quirk," she laughed as he set her down several blocks away.

"Hnf." He looked around. "We're close to home now. Shall we continue our walk?"

"Let's."

They meandered about, making their way back home without taking any obvious or direct route. Aizawa placed his arm low about her waist when they saw the campus gates in the distance. Once they were back inside their apartment, he told her he was going to get changed and to wait for a surprise on the couch.

Elly raised her eyebrows but did as she was bid, resting quietly and scrolling aimlessly on her phone until she heard him cough lightly. He stepped out into the living room with a smile on his worn features.

She caught her breath. He had shaved, eradicating his short stubble for a smoother look. His black hair was neatly pulled up into a bun and he was wearing his formal suit jacket and tie. His lower half clashed terribly with a bright pink pair of sweatpants that had a white running stripe down the side. She could guess why he had chosen them and shivered in anticipation.

"Cold, Ches?" He sat beside her and offered one of his arms. Elly snuggled up right away with a happy purr. The scar under his eye seemed to stand out more on his clean face. She traced it lightly with a fingertip, then slid lower to caress his smooth cheeks and chin.

"You look so different," she murmured, kissing his lower lip before rubbing her cheek on his.

"Better?"

"No, just different. You're always handsome to me, and I have more affection for the scruffy guy I see every day. But when it's a rare look, you know..."

"You get turned on."

"Shit, I do all the time!" They both laughed at this. "I'm in a constant state of arousal. You're too sexy."

"That will wear off eventually."

"No way." She tugged gently on the lapels of his suit and kissed him, purring louder. "Nmm. Now where's my reward for not punching those reporter idiots? I think you have one down here..."

He snorted. "Careful about taking it out beforehand. You're just as damned sexy to me and you might get more of a surprise than you intended."

"Oooh, naughty. But there's no way you can't control yourself for a few minutes."

"Hmph. I warned you." He closed his eyes and leaned back with a hint of a smile touching his lips.

She pulled the loose pants down and slipped him free, kissing his belly and working down fast.

"Shit..." A sigh escaped him and his hair slowly began to stir.

She sucked the tip once more, swirling her tongue underneath while her hand stroked below, and then pulled back to cover him in smaller, soft kisses.

"Ngh!" Kissing absolutely destroyed him and she knew it. He saw it as proof that she loved him - all of him -- so much despite his appearance and demeanor, and it drove him wild. The next time she drew back for air he tensed his leg muscles and flipped her onto the table, catching her deftly about the head and middle so she didn't hurt herself. She yelped, her heart in her throat, and when he fell upon her with a heavy groan she could barely catch her breath.

"Careful," she gasped, her lower body twitching as he thrust a finger impatiently inside.

"Yes." He brushed his lips on her neck and murmured against her skin. "Am I too rough?"

"N - no, I'm very sensitive today."

"Ahhh." Elly felt the shape of his mouth change as he grinned and threw her hands around his neck.

"Uh oh... Shota!"

He chuckled and moved quickly, his hands supporting her as his finger withdrew to be replaced by a much thicker body part. "Warned you."

"Yes, I suppose you did." She relaxed in his hold as he began a steady, gently rocking pace. His lower half was obscured by their bodies so all she could see was her handsome boyfriend in his formal wear as they made love. This had more of an effect on her than she realized and, combined with the angle of penetration, she came shockingly fast.

Even Aizawa was stunned. He exhaled in a great rush, his gray eyes wide as she clawed at his back. "Ch - Ches?!"

"H - holy shit!"

The suit managed to survive in the end, but he did have to send it out to be dry cleaned.