Aki takes Mitsuru to the doctor

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

"Here." Akihiko said casually as he passed the ice pack to a blushing, glaring Mitsuru.

The naked girl gingerly applied the ice pack to the bluish bruise in the shape of a handprint that was imprinted on her butt cheeks. It took a few attempts to apply the frigid instrument to her sensitive backside. Each time she let out a cute, wincing moan before finally sighing in relief as she found the wherewithal to maintain contact.

"Ready?" Akihiko asked.

Mitsuru offered him another pointed glare. "You...are a monster." She said at last.

The hearty laugh Akihiko gave in response caused Mitsuru to grit her teeth. She could feel his eyes unabashedly roaming over her body. With her hands pressing the compress against backside, nothing was obstructing his view. Worse, the pain in her ass was forcing her to keep her legs apart as even the slight brush of her thighs together was a small agony. This, of course, also left her completely exposed for visual inspection.

"This situation has made you truly shameless!" Mitsuru snapped, blushing furiously. "I had no idea you had such a loathsome side to your personality."

"Easy. Don't be like that." Akihiko said in a smooth tone. "There's a limit to how much of a gentleman any man can be. This situation would test the limits of a saint. Which, by the way, I never claimed to be."

"Is it really too much to ask that you not...not stand there gawking at me like some kind of...of prize horse you plan to buy? Did you really have that little respect for me?" Mitsuru asked.

"Don't be stupid." Akihiko snapped, suddenly stepping forward until he was nerve wrackingly close to her naked body.

"You think I'd be wasting my time staring if I had NO respect for you?" He asked in annoyance. "You think I'd give you the time of day if you were anyone else? If one of those damn fangirls that swarm around me came down with Eden Syndrome do you really think I'd care? I don't waste my time on just anyone."

"Are you suggesting that staring at me is...a sign of respect?" Mitsuru asked, very conscious of her proximity.

"I'm suggesting that you, Mitsuru Kirijo, are one of the only people I know who has the drive, the focus, and the skill to impress me. I'm saying that you, Minako, Fuuka, and Yukari are the only women I've ever known who are fierce and strong enough to face down adversity and hardened enough to overcome it. And yes, your also one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met. So congratulations. You are someone I can't help but pay attention to no matter what. Only someone like you would be worth staring at."

"That's...that's very twisted logic." Mitsuru whispered.

"Maybe. But its the truth." Akihiko said.

The two paused and stared at each other. Akihiko finally turned away. "Let's get to the nurse's office. Don't want that bruise to be permanent."

Mitsuru took a small step forward. To Akihiko's amusement, she could only manage small steps, her hands awkwardly keeping the cold press on her rear, causing her breasts to jutt out and bounce in front of her.

"....Akihiko...." Mitsuru said at last. "Why have you...never expressed an interest...if you were interested in me...in that way?"

"Huh? Lots of reasons. First, you were always kinda distant and mission focused. I thought I'd just get reprimanded. Or worse, you'd take offense and hit me with an execution. Not too ashamed to admit you were pretty terrifying when you wanted to be. And then there was Shinjiro. I figured if I showed interest in you, then he'd start showing interest and it'd be one more thing we'd start competing over. And that would screw up the mission. And after he left...I dunno. It just never seemed right. Then the new kids showed up and I just kinda forgot about it."

"And now?"

"Now...heh. Look. When I said I have my limits at being a gentleman, I meant looking at you. I'm not going to do anything to you physically...heh. Spanking aside. Well, that and maybe the Execution. I'll keep my options open from there." Akihiko laughed.

"And if...I didn't mind...anything physical?" Mitsuru said softly.

Akihiko stopped, and turned around slowly.

"What are you getting at, Kirijo?" He asked.

"....You...must have noticed by now...that my 'execution' back there has...left me out of sorts." Mitsuru said, nodding to the way her nipples stuck out erect and inviting, and the soft drip of juices coming from between her legs.

"And you, what? Want me to 'help' you with that?" Akihiko said.

"I...I...I want you to do whatever you like! I...want to be touched! And I'd rather it be someone I...trust. Someone who...I can put my fate in the hands of completely. Y-you could also be cruel and...and make me s-s-stay like this...naked and h-h-horny." Mitsuru blushed at describing herself in such crude terms, accurate though they might be. "I am the guilty party. My...my fate is in the hands of my executioner! I will submit to whatever you deem to be necessary!"

Akihiko bowed his head and laughed. One hell of a day.