Me: Consider this a test to see if I'm any good at GA fics. I hated the end of the anime, it was bittersweet and if I wasn't so lazy and didn't live on another continent entirely I would've kidnapped the maker and forced him to make more episodes. He should, it was awesome! And cute!

Natsume: Are you done talking?

Mikan: Natsume, don't be mean!

Me: Yeah, obey your girlfriend!

Mikan: I am not his girlfriend! *blushes*

Natsume: Then why are you blushing? &*smirks and pulls her towards him for a make out*

Me: *sigh* kawaii! So cute, I own nothing although I have prayed and begged Santa *sigh*

I Warned You

She was doing it on purpose, Natsume growled as he watched Mikan walk in front of him. The way her hips swayed and the way the hem of her short school skirt twitched back and forth with every step she took. That uniform was obviously made by a complete pervert or someone who wanted guys like him to suffer. She turned to talk to Hotaru and the skirt twirled up at the motion. She was doing it on purpose which clashed with her personality, she was a good girl. A cute, sweet naïve little girl with a body that was far too sexy for her own good. He growled again, his gaze moving down over every curve of her body. Damn you Polka, why did you have to grow up and become like this? His head fell to his desk. At least I got rid of all her fan boys, he smirked to himself. She would wonder why all the boys were too afraid to talk to her but that didn't matter. She was his.

"Natsume?" He looked up; she was leaning over him and smiling that heartwarming smile she always had.

"What Polka?" He looked at her through unemotional eyes. She frowned and placed her hands on her hips. He covered his face with one of the manga books he always read and leaned against the back of his chair with his feet propped on the desk.

"One, Natsume, my name is Mikan, MIKAN," she huffed and fixed him with a pleading look. "And two, I need help in maths."

"Get Hotaru to teach you," he muttered from behind his manga.

"I already asked, she said no, please Natsume!" He looked at her, she gazed up at him with her caramel brown eyes fixed in a helpless I'm-totally-innocent-but-way-too-sexy-for-my-own-good look. He covered his face again to hide the small blush forming on his cheeks.

"What about Iinchou, ask him little girl," he said from behind his manga.

"I am not little!" She huffed and folded her arms, drawing his eyes to her rather healthy chest, Damn right you're not. "And Iinchou has a meeting."

"Fine," he sighed even though inside he was grinning. He let the manga slip down his face to look at her.

"Yay, I'll come to your room later this evening!" She grinned and skipped back to Hotaru. He stared after her, realizing what she'd said.

"I'll come to your room later this evening!"

Damn it Polka, do want to kill me? He growled and covered his face with his manga.

cCc

"…and so x is equals to 4." Natsume sighed. Mikan smiled at him, eyes bright.

"Thanks Natsume, I understand it now!" She began to scribble in her notebook. He sighed, wondering when this would end. She'd come into his room dressed in a tight baby pink tank top and black shorts. Her long, waist length, honey brown hair was loose and she was sitting way too close for his peace of mind.

"Good, done?" He asked, looking away from her legs which she'd crossed, and her shorts had ridden higher, exposing the soft, flawless, milky skin. He resisted the urge to grab her and ravish her body until she could barely walk although his manhood didn't seem to want to cooperate with his mind. He turned away from her slightly to hide the bulge that was beginning to form in his trousers. Stupid hormones!

"No, wait, one more," she suddenly leaned across his lap. He leaned back in surprise, his eyes darkened. Polka, do you even know what you do to me? Her chest was more or less brushing his arm and his eyes darkened even more. "There," she leaned back, completely oblivious to his internal struggle. She flipped open the page of the book she'd reached to get and pointed at one of the questions. "So here we're supposed to find y but..." he snatched the book from her, solving the problem as quickly as possible. He could feel his trousers tightening even more, damn it!

"Here," his voice was hoarse. She took her book with a concerned look on her face.

"Natsume, what's wrong?" She leaned closer, brows furrowing in concern. He leaned further back no, don't come near me Polka or I might… "Are you okay?" She came even closer.

"Polka," his voice was getting rougher, "stay back." Her eyes widened, was she really that naïve? He groaned as she inched closer. Baka, she really is that naïve!

"Why, I can help you," she placed her palm on his forehead. "What do you want?"

You, he thought and with an animalistic growl, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her towards him. His lips crashed on hers in a passionate kiss, she gasped and he used that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss. "Natsume, wh-wha-?" She yelped when he nipped at the sensitive spot on her neck, he soothed it with his tongue and went back to kissing her senseless.

"I warned you Polka," he growled, his lips moving to her neck and collar. Her neck arched and she whimpered, gripping his broad shoulders. "Do you even know what you do to me?" He said as he ravished her neck with his mouth. "Baka," his voice was husky and it sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. "My baka," he kissed her again, harder and with more passion. One hand lifted the fabric of her shirt as he rubbed circles on her naked back; the other hand massaged her thighs, rubbing the soft flesh. She whimpered against his touch. "I love you," he whispered.

"Natsume," she opened her eyes. "I love you too." He smiled and bent for another kiss.

Me: I FEEL SO FULFILLED!

Natsume: Hn, it wasn't all bad *smirks*

Me: *gasp* the great Natsume-sama deigned to grace me with a compliment!

Natsume: Shut up

Me: You're just happy I put a love scene with u and Mikan

Mikan: *blushing*

Me: LOL, Mikan-chan, do the honours

Mikan: Please read and review thank you!