Monthsary(n.): An important day, very much like an anniversary, but it is celebrated in terms of months, as opposed to anniversaries which are celebrated in terms of years.

-Urban Dictionary

"Ta-Takumi... What are you doing?"

She gasped as she felt something wet and rough tickle her bare stomach in a steady rhythm. Takumi and her had been wrestling and tickling each other on the floor a little earlier and he had successfully pinned her lithe figure beneath his hot, sexy, drool-inducing body.

"Oh God, Ayuzawa. Your fantasizing about your boyfriend's body again."

Her shirt had rode up to her midriff after all the action they had, and his blond head was hovering above her stomach. She suppressed a moan after she peered to what he was doing.

He was licking her! This is all too hot for her! She squirmed at the ticklish sensation brought by his rough tongue.

"Wait, why is his tongue rough?" She wondered as she clutched at his soft mop of blond hair.

"My darling Misaki, it's time to get up." She heard Usui's voice say.

"Get up? Oh, can I do that later? I'm rather enjoying what you're doing." She sighed.

"My darling Misaki, it's time to get up." She heard him say again, this time a little bit louder and distinct.

He was still tormenting her senses with his tongue.

And she awoke with a start.

"What the heck!" Misaki muttered when she again heard his voice coming from her bedside table.

It was from her phone, it's ring alarm was set to his recorded voice.

"Must have messed up with my phone again, that alien!" She spat, annoyed that even Usui Takumi, her hot, dreamy, perverted boyfriend, had invaded her sleep and her dreams.

She stretched out, turned off the offensive alarm and settled down again upon her bed to continue her interrupted dream, but then, she went berserk.

Her shirt's hem was already near her breasts and must have ridden up in her sleep. What shocked her was the sight of a cat licking her smooth, bare stomach.

And the worst part was she was holding the cat in place with one hand!

"WHAT THE HELLLLLL?!" She yelled as she released and shoved the cat away from her and hastily pulled down her shirt. She got up and called her sister who must be up already.

"Suzunaaaaaaaaaaaa! Get Taku out of my room!" She yelled and as if on cue, their house shook with the intensity of her voice.

"Good morning Sis." Misaki's younger sister, Suzuna, entered her room after a few moments and picked up the cat. Apparently, she also just woke up.

"Why is that cat here?! A-and why are you licking him?!" Misaki demanded, flabbergasted that Suzuna was licking the cat back.

"I dunno, Sis. But Takumi-kun dropped by late last night. He said he'd leave something here in your room, but don't worry, I didn't let him do anything bad to you." Suzuna answered stoically, her answers punctuated by pauses when she licked the cat on its head.

Misaki's large, bambi amber eyes narrowed into slits. She had an inkling that Takumi brought his cat counterpart to her room.

"Pervert. Perveeeeert." She mumbled.

The girl fisted her hair in frustration as she watched Suzuna stepped out of her room, all the while, the cat was mewing softly, its green eyes transfixed at her until the door closed.

It was Takumi who gave the cat to Suzuna when he learned that her younger sister was fond of animals. As soon as Suzuna saw the cat, she gave out her most mechanical squeal, and pointed out the cat's similarities to her sister's 'future husband', like the hair and eye color, thus, naming the cat 'Taku'.

"Perverted cat, just like its previous master." She muttered under her breath, exasperated.

Immediately, heat flooded her face as her brain was flooded by fragments of her dream.

Dang!

She grabbed another fistful of her hair and was about to yank it off her scalp when her eyes caught something on the top of her drawer that made her jaw drop.

A boquet of red roses sat atop the drawer, water droplets on its petals glistening under the light emanating from the window.

"Whoa!"

Dazed, she got up and walked towards the drawer and picked up the card on the top of the boquet and read the elegant script written.

8:30 AM. Our honeymoon place. Wear my favorite lacy underwear.

XOXO, Your personal sex offender.

Her face dimmed after she read it.

"THAT PERVERTTTTTT!"