A/N: A quick little Amuto fic for all of you! I love amuto dearly… and I hope you enjoy! I wrote this in 55 minutes (enough for sociology) as a small present for sasuke loves L (my bestest friend on fanfiction and just about everything else…) Reviews are always appreciated!

Disclaimer: I really don't own Shugo Chara. (FANfiction)

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"That stuff smells bad,"

Ikuto's voice broke the silence that had settled over Amu's room. She started, nearly knocking over the open bottle of hot pink nail polish on the desk in front of her. Ikuto chuckled softly as Amu's face began to turn the same color as her half-finished nails.

"IKUTO! What the hell are you doing here?" she yelled, whipping around in her chair to face the stunningly gorgeous cat-eared boy who sat next to her open balcony door. The polish brush was clasped firmly in her hand, four glistening fingernails already painted. Amu's heartbeat quickened as Ikuto smiled at her, baring slightly feline yet brilliant white teeth.

"I had a feeling you were doing something embarrassing, so I just couldn't miss it," he replied, a mischevious glint appearing in his eyes. Amu's face darkened as he stood up and took slow steps toward he across the room. He was right, of course. She loved to paint her nails but always took the polish off soon after because pink didn't quite fit her "cool and spicy" character.

"What are you talking about?" she managed to squeeze out as her breathing became shorter and shallower. Ikuto had crossed the room and she could smell his distinctly musky yet sweet scent, like chocolate and spice. He drew closer to her, still grinning.

"Your face matches your nail polish," he whispered, scarcely a foot away. Amu felt her face heat rapidly as it became a vibrant red. Ikuto's deep midnight eyes gazed into her own, causing her imagination to run amok with her thoughts. He drew closer, warm breath brushing softly over her face. Amu's breath caught as his face came closer, only six inches away and—

He burst out in laughter. Fury exploded in Amu's chest, a strange disappointment running through her. Angrily she snatched up his hand and before he could react she had brandished her polish-laden brush.

Ikuto's laughter died as he blinked at his now-hot pink fingernail. A look of triumph shone on Amu's face and she watched him stare at his index finger gleefully.

A huge grin broke out on Ikuto's face. Amu's pride withered and died as he lowered his hand, midnight blue eyes now boring holes into her own golden eyes.

"So, how much do you charge for this manicure?" he asked, a seductive grin appearing on his face as he drew closer once again. Amu's voice failed her. Breath came in small gasps from her slightly open mouth. "Even if it's free, I should give you a tip anyway…" he breathed, his nose brushing against hers softly.

"I—Ikuto—" she whispered but was silenced as he pressed his lips tenderly against hers. Amu's heart exploded as he kissed her passionately, his sweet smell filling her head along with the familiar scent of nail polish. Sparks jumped between them, electrifying the air as they pulled flush against each other, desire overpowering thought. Pleasure rippled through Amu as Ikuto moved his lips gently against hers. Her fingers itched to tangle themselves in his silky dark hair. Too soon he pulled away, managing to coax a groan from the unwilling Amu.

"Don't worry, Amu-chan. I'll be back for the full set," he whispered, tucking a stray strand of her pink hair behind her ear. Flames erupted where his skin gently brushed hers. He drew away slowly and ran from the room, jumping off the balcony and disappearing into the night. Amu blushed, capping her new favorite color of nail polish. She stared down at her drying fingernails, thoughts buzzing through her head.

I wonder how he's going to pay when he comes back…