Hands lifted her effortlessly,
and her breath fell out in little gasps as she clung to him for dear life,
and she treasured the little hint of something more, something forbidden to her entirely.
With Ikuto,
she never had to be the girl that she thought she was,
Amu was pushed past her old realities,
pushed entirely past the things that she thought that she wanted and liked.
She could barely breathe,
every kiss sent sparks racing across her skin,
made her head dizzy,
and she wanted more.
She shouldn't just long to press as close to him as possible,
but she'd barely seen him since he took to traveling the world,
and just hearing his voice from wherever on the phone wasn't enough,
or accidentally stumbling upon him a while ago when he never got a chance to see her,
All that she could want now was to press close
and let him steal every kiss that he can take from her.
Amu gasps when his hands slide up her sides,
but she doesn't pull away or scream,
rather just presses closer,
treasuring the way it makes them feel all that closer,
treasuring the way it intoxicates her with very little effort
She loves kissing Ikuto,
she decides with very little prompting.