To all of you reading my current fanfictions, I AM updating soon. Sorry for like the four month wait!! I feel terrible!
I'm going to make a continuation to this, but it'll be in the M rated section, it will be a lemon though.
This was it.
It was happening and she was nervous as hell.
It was what she had been anticipating the whole day, what she knew would happen, what her arousing husband had been joking about for weeks. Months even. She didn't realize anything until today, that this was it, it was now.
Mikan Sakura gulped as she glimpsed up at her husband, who was currently carrying her to the front door of their humble home. Her long white gown, obviously irritating him, it had so much material it was hard to carry her. He noticed her looking at him and their eyes met, her heart leaped, for a second she thought she might actually throw up all over his tux.
The front door swiftly swung open and he set her down, with a quick glance he took her hand and led her up to their new bedroom, she almost tripped over every step she took. She stood there in the doorway, starring at the large king sized bed.
Hold it together Mikan, she told herself.
She felt large rough hands on her bare shoulders, she inhaled deeply as she felt one of them run down her soft bare arm, the other was at the zipper of her strapless wedding gown, the pad of his thumb massaging her half bare back. He pulled her closer, him behind her.
''Uhm...'' Mikan mumbled, unsure of what she was planning on saying to her husband.
''What is it?'' His husky voice was huskier than usual, and quite arousing, Mikan bit her bottom lip.
''I...'' Her voice trailed off as she felt his strong arms wrap around her waist, he rested his head on her shoulder.
''Mikan.'' He whispered, his hot breath sent shivers down her back, he unzipped her wedding dress and watched it slowly fall down her upper body, it was too poofy so she had to struggle out of it, her heart beating rapidly all the while. She had no special under garnets on, just a white strapless bra and...
He scoffed loudly, "Polka-dots? Really?"
Her eye twitched, "It was supposed to be romantic."
This time he full out laughed, which does not happen often with Natsume Hyuuga. "How are polka-dots romantic?"
She blushed lightly, half from embarrassment and half from irritation. "I wore them the first time we met, they had a lot to do with us, so I figured it'd be acceptable to wear them the first time we..." this time the blush was 100% embarrassment, she coughed awkwardly.
He smiled slightly, polka-dots certainly were significant, but he teased none the less. After all it is Natsume we are talking about, "This won't be the first time I take polka-dotted underwear off of you." He was facing her now, looking at her barely covered body. He traced the underwear line with his fingers lightly, Mikan held back a gasp, "It won't be the last either."
"It won't be your last anything." She mumbled happily, "We made it out, and now you're stuck with me for all eternity." She grinned widely.
He grinned back cheekily, "Yet I still can't pick out your underwear."
"Hmm..." She fake thought as she rested both her hands on his shoulders and took a step closer, still grinning madly. "Maybe because if you picked out my panties I wouldn't be wearing any. Ever. At all."
"I think, that's the point." He rested his forehead against hers.
"Mmmm." She sighed contently, taking in his scent. She was relaxed now that she had her usual spat with her husband, the things this boy did to her.
She silently thanked polka-dotted panties.
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