"Why sorry?" he smiled, leading her out of the library.

"For kissing you in the library," she answered.

"I didn't say a bit of kissing was against my morales. Rolling around, locked in a tight embrace, pushing books on the floor, well..."

She blushed heavily. "I see..."

He brushed her hair back again. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Not really," she answered honestly. She was just nervous. She looked around. They were outside of an empty classroom.

Toru saw it too. "Ladies first, mon cherrie."

She opened the door and sat on a table, looking back at him. "I believe that's my phrase, love."

Toru walked over to her. "Of course," he murmured, gazing into her eyes.

She reached up and grabbed his shirt, pulling him down to let their mouths meet.

Toru threaded his fingers through her hair, keeping her locked in place.

She moved her hands to wrap around him.

He was quite happy with the way things were, but knew she was going to try something else.

She leaned backwards so that she was laying on te table and he was on top of her.

His tounge brushed her lips briefly, then retreated, timid.