A/N: So I got a lot of nice feedback from people saying that they'd also like to see me take on a happier-version of this theme: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. The plot will mostly be similar, but it will be a complete 180 from the previous chapter. Meaning fluffy-romantic timez ahead.


"Aww man, you've gotta be kidding me!" Yuma groaned mentally as he saw the rain pouring outside the school doors. It had been pouring when he woke up, pouring when he got to class, and apparently it was going to keep on pouring, because the sky was as grey as ever and showed no signs of letting up. "As if I didn't have enough going on already..." Pouting, he leaned against the doorframe and waited for Tori to finish packing up. He wished the sun would come out already—if this was how the weekend was stacking up, he was going to scream; rain never did any wonders for his mood, and if he didn't ace this Heartland history presentation, Kari would ground him for a week.

"Sorry I kept you waiting! Let's get going then." Tori opened up her umbrella so the two of them could share.

"You know I have my own, right?" Yuma had only meant so that she didn't have to keep holding it, but somehow the words came out harsh-sounding, and Tori pulled back slightly, looking hurt.

"W-well, I just thought...fine then, use your own!" She huffed angrily and pulled her umbrella back, leaving Yuma soaked.

"H-hey, wait, I didn't mean it like that...Tori! Argh..." He ran up to her, not caring that he was getting wet and caught her by the shoulder. "Geeze Tori, I said I was sorry!" She was his partner on this stupid project, and for some unknown reason he'd decided it would be a good idea to spend his Friday afternoon at her house, finishing it. "Hey!" He pulled her back more forcefully when she ignored his first apology, earning a glare from Tori.

"Ow! Yuma, what's you're problem?"

"What's my problem? What's yours? You're the one who ignored me!"

"Only because you're acting like a jerk."

"I apologized, didn't I?"

"Really? Didn't sound like an apology to me." Yes, Tori had heard Yuma's apology and she knew that he sincerely didn't mean it, but the rain wasn't making her any happier than it was him, and so she continued pushing his buttons, perhaps on purpose.

"Fine! I'm sorry, all right? Now are we going to finish that presentation or do you just want to call the whole thing off?" Yuma was more than annoyed at this point, but he also really wanted to get the homework out of the way, so he swallowed his anger and hoped it wouldn't come back to bite him in the butt.

"Oh, we're finishing it all right. I swear we're going to get an A+ on that presentation if it's the last thing I do..." Tori muttered to herself as they staunchly braved through the sheets of rain that seemed to splash over them with every gust, Yuma trailing behind her and looking none-too-happy himself.


"Here, wait in the doorway so we don't flood my house." Tori carefully picked her way across the kitchen floor, not wanting to slip and make a fool of herself. The remainder of their journey home was spent in silence, neither wanting to make conversation or apologize. Their umbrellas hadn't been much of a help either, as the wind drove the rain underneath, effectively making it look like they'd taken a shower with their clothes on. Part of her felt bad, but then another part reminded her of how tetchy Yuma had been all day, and really, a girl can only take so much. She could have just forced him to stand in her entryway, dripping wet, but they really did need to finish that project and so she reluctantly pulled another towel from the rack, inching her way back. Perhaps it was because his gaze was elsewhere, or because of the way he just happened to be casually leaning against the wall, she suddenly noticed the way Yuma's wet uniform clung to his frame, outlining a frame that was still mostly a boy, but soon would become something more. A wave of goosebumps suddenly broke out over Tori's body, and she fought to keep her cheeks from flushing. Yuma didn't seem to notice her blush, or her repeated attempts at trying to stare at him; instead he was too busy wringing out his shirt (incidentally, letting Tori catch a peek at his bare skin) and drying himself off.

"Man, this really sucks." Yuma complained aloud to no one in particular; even with the towel, there was no denying the fact that his clothes were thoroughly wet. He glanced over at Tori, but suddenly turned his head away when he realized he was able to see through her shirt slightly, her polka-dot print bra peeking through the now-translucent blouse. He hoped she didn't catch him looking—the last thing he needed was her calling him a peeping tom (which he was not, thank you very much) but he couldn't stop himself from stealing sideways glances at her, liking-yet-disliking the way his body seemed to heat up on its own. Ironically, the only one who noticed their peeking-behavior towards each other was Astral, but the alien had not gathered enough information about this situation, and so did not say anything.

"Um, you can borrow some of my clothes...?" Tori looked down and suddenly realized just how transparent her blouse had become. "A-actually, you know what, I'll be right back..." Quickly, before Yuma could notice her embarrassment, she dashed into her room, praying he hadn't seen her underwear.

"Is something the matter with Tori? She seemed distressed." Astral tilted his head slightly, confused as to why wet clothes would cause such behavior.

"Beats all heck outta me." Yuma shrugged, making his way down the hall. "Hey, uh, Tori? Can I come in yet?" Not hearing an answer, he grumbled and waited outside, but a sudden shriek from inside the room caused him to throw all caution to the wind and burst the door open, only to find an underwear-clad Tori sprawled on the floor, a pile of clothes at her feet. His face suddenly turned ten shades of red in the span of five seconds.

"Ow..." Tori rubbed her head, not having expected to trip over her dirty laundry. A choking sound brought her attention to Yuma, who was blushing furiously and trying (but failing) not to stare. Her face grew hot and she scrambled to cover herself up. "Yu-Yuma! What are you doing!"

"I-I didn't—I heard you yelling and I thought something was wrong!" His face was still red, but his tone was defensive, eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, well—" She stopped herself, for Yuma had only been concerned for her safety; really, there was no reason to chew him out. "...well, I'm fine. I-I just tripped." Unconsciously she rubbed her arms together, feeling embarrassed and shy. "Can I have some privacy?"

"Y-yeah, okay." Yuma turned around and tried to return to some semblance of normality. Great. Now he was going to have to spend the rest of the afternoon with Tori, and with images of her wearing only underwear burned into his memory. He felt like a pervert, but the more he tried not to think about it, the more the images played out in his head.

"Yuma, I don't understand. Why did Tori not wish for you to see her?"

Ugh. Why Astral chose now of all moments to talk, he would never know. [Because, Astral, it's considered to be embarrassing for people to see you without your clothes on.]

"But Tori was still wearing clothes, was she not?" Astral did notice they were smaller than what he usually saw, but that still counted, right?

[...That was her underwear. You're...not supposed to see that.]

"Oh. I see. That is why it is called 'under-wear', yes?"

[Uh huh.]

"Are you wearing this 'under-wear' as well, Yuma?"

"ASTRAL—" He was about to retort when he caught Tori staring at him, a puzzled look on her face. " –I mean, I was just, uh, chatting with Astral...heh heh..." He laughed sheepishly and hoped she wouldn't ask him what they were talking about.

"Okay...well, are you ready to start this project, or...?" Eyebrow raised, she set up her tablet and Yuma reluctantly did the same. In truth, the project wasn't asking terribly much—chose one major historical event in the founding timeline of Heartland and educate the rest of the class on it. The only catch was at the end, there would be an exam based on everyone else's presentations, and if theirs wasn't any good, the entire class would be out to get them for the rest of the year.

"Wait, how come I have to look up all the hard stuff?"

"Because let's face it, I've seen how slow you are with a computer, Yuma." Tori deadpanned, not even bothering to look up from her screen. Her fingers were flying across the keyboard, trying to make up for lost time.

"...That doesn't make it fair..." Yuma pouted, but there wasn't much he could do to overturn Tori's logic. Truth be told, he was still smarting over their fight on the way back, and it was hard to keep a civil tone when he was reduced to fact-checking and looking over the pages of notes he and Tori had taken. "Can we at least switch halfway, my eyes are hurting from staring at all these words." He sighed and leaned over Tori's shoulder to check out what she was doing.

Which, apparently, was not the right thing to do.

"Yuma! Would you stop being such a whiner and get back to work already?" Irritated, she shoved Yuma off, perhaps a little more forcefully than usual, but her temper couldn't handle much more. "And stay on your side, you're getting my clothes wet."

"Excuse me? We have 'sides' now?" Yuma felt his own anger slowly bubbling to the surface.

"Yes. Got a problem with that?" Tori glared back icily, knowing that she had crossed a line now, but it was too late to go back.

Yuma was speechless for a second. Since when had Tori become so...bitchy? The frustration from everything that had happened that day came back, and impulsively he snatched her tablet from her hands, ignored her shocked expression and flung it to the back of the room, where it landed with a dull 'thud' behind the bed. "Got a problem with that?" He mimicked, taking note of her darkening scowl and secretly enjoying his revenge.

"Yuma Tsukumo...you..." Tori could barely get her words out. What the hell was his problem? There were a few times where she regretted partnering up with Yuma, and this was one of those. Even though they usually worked well as a team, their strong personalities inevitably lead to clashes; that, and their familiarity as childhood friends meant neither held back when it came to expressing their thoughts. She noticed Yuma's smirk and felt her anger skyrocket. Even if they needed to get back to work, she wasn't about to give Yuma the satisfaction of going and retrieving her datapad. Instead, she grabbed Yuma's d-pad, and before he could realize what was happening, chucked it in the same direction as hers, listening to it fall behind the headboard with a satisfying 'thunk'. "Oops, my hand slipped." A smug expression settled on her face as she watched Yuma's turn from satisfaction to horror, then anger.

"HEY! I need that!" Angrily, he shoved past her and hurriedly tried to look between the cracks. The d-pad was more than just a tool for taking notes—if it got damaged somehow, dueling would be out of the question until it was fixed. Unfortunately for him, the crack was far too narrow for his arm to fit; the only option was to move the bed away from the wall, something that would require more than just himself. Scowling, he whirled around, only to find himself face-to-face with Tori, who had somehow managed to climb onto the bed behind him.

"Need some help, Yuma?" Her tone was sickly-sweet, dripping with sarcasm. Despite her own d-pad being stuck, Tori didn't seem too concerned; screw the project, right now all she wanted was to one-up Yuma, even if it meant procrastinating.

All right. If this was how she wanted to play, Yuma could play this game too. "Gee Tori, I don't know. But maybe you will when I, say, drop this textbook on your d-pad." He dangled the heavy object over the crack, swinging it suggestively.

Her eyes widened when she realized he was serious. "You wouldn't!"

"Oh yeah? Watch me." Yuma slowly let go, his fingers just about to slip when the air was knocked out of him and he found himself flat on his back, Tori straddling his waist and shooting a glare that could have buried him six feet under. Stunned, he could only watch as she snatched the book out of his hands and tossed it over her shoulder, where it landed harmlessly on the floor.

She relished in her victory, however minor it may have been. So okay, neither of them had their d-pads now and it was pretty obvious that this project was not going to be finished anytime soon, but who cared? Whenever she got caught up in an argument with Yuma, it was like they were in a separate world; the only thing that mattered was who triumphed in the end. And now that Tori had the rare upper-hand, she wasn't about to let the tables turn. "I just watched you. And I wasn't impressed."

"Get off of me and I'll show you something really impressive." Yuma tried shifting her off, but only got as far as propping himself up on his elbows. His still-wet uniform was clinging uncomfortably to his skin, and now that Tori was sitting on top of him, he could feel the heat from her body seeping through. Unconsciously, a shiver ran through him, but it wasn't from being cold.

"Hmm, nope." Her legs were damp from sitting on his wet clothes, but that was a minor discomfort. Slowly, Tori lowered herself until she was almost lying on top of Yuma, and gently tapped him on the nose. "I really don't think you're in any position to show me anything impressive."

"Wanna bet?" His breathing seemed to be speeding up without him, and he could feel his pulse quicken, though he didn't really know why. All he was aware of at this moment was the weight on his lap where Tori sat, and the warmth that was emanating from her. She was so close to him...all he had to do was just reach out a little, and...

"Oh yeah—" The remaining words never came out as Yuma suddenly leaned in and kissed her; as stunned as she was, a part of her mind was aware of the warmth of his lips, the way his body was automatically shifting to accommodate her, and the next thing she knew, he had flipped them so he was now on top. Despite shifting positions, they hadn't broken the kiss yet, and Tori could feel herself heating up rapidly, her body flooding with a strange sensation that made every part of her hyper-sensitive, particularly to touch. Yuma pushed into the kiss harder, causing an eruption of heat in her lower regions and tingles on her skin wherever they were touching. It barely registered in her mind what they were doing at the moment; her hands seemed to be moving on their own, roaming all over Yuma and then sliding under his wet shirt, taking in the pleasant heat of his skin. It wasn't until they broke apart, gasping for air, did she realize the compromising situation they were in.

"Still think I can't show you anything impressive?" Yuma wasn't sure what possessed him to suddenly kiss Tori, but given all the tension that had been surrounding the two of them all day...well, it had to break somehow. She lay underneath him, a little breathless from their activities, eyes hazy and cheeks flushed pink.

"...I hate you." There wasn't any venom behind the words, though Tori was still miffed that once again, Yuma managed to gain the upper hand and win her over. Or, so he thought... Before she lost her nerve, she pulled Yuma down into another searing kiss, this time using her tongue to force her way into his mouth, much to Yuma's surprise. Still, she could tell he wasn't going to give in easily, just by the way his tongue was sliding around hers, trying to push his way into her mouth. In the end, it was about dominance, about who could come out on top, and take this round. Her fingers were curled tightly around his hair, trying to cope with the dizzying sensation that was working its way through her entire body. She shivered and moaned slightly into his mouth when her hips jolted against his, creating an intense wave of pleasure that made her aware, for the first time, of a throbbing that seemed to be coming from her very center. The sensation was akin to something tightening, as if there was a need to hold onto something, but she wasn't sure what just yet. She just knew that the more she rubbed herself against Yuma, the more her pleasure grew.

"Mm, T-Tori..." Yuma groaned as he felt Tori writhing underneath him, specifically whenever she ground against him, creating the delicious friction his body craved. Their little tussle had become a full-blown make out session, and he wasn't sure they would be stopping anytime soon. Pressing himself tightly against Tori, he could feel his uniform sticking all over; the wetness combined with the constant rubbing was starting to chaff, and for a moment he wondered if there was a way to remove his shirt without breaking the momentum. Slowly, he reached a hand down and started unbuttoning his uniform and loosening his tie, only to realize there was another hand already there, doing the same thing.

"Here, it'll be quicker if I do it." Tori's hands were practically trembling as she undid his tie, then the buttons. Her body wanted contact, and she was damned if some piece of fabric was going to get in her way. As soon as the last button came undone, Yuma peeled off the damp shirt and it pooled onto the floor, quickly forgotten.

"Now it's your turn." His hands reached out and undid the clasps holding the top together, and Tori slipped it off, where it joined Yuma's shirt on the floor. She hesitated with her bra, a little unsure of where this was going now that they were starting to lose their clothes, but once again the feeling of pride swelled in her chest, and she removed it with one swift motion.

Yuma blinked rapidly, not quite believing what he was seeing. He didn't mean for her to bare herself completely, but then again he wasn't exactly complaining. Before he could voice his concerns, she was pressed against him, and the skin-on-skin contact sent a coil of heat to his lower regions. She was warm and soft, contrasting nicely against his leaner frame. All at once, his pants seemed to feel very restricting, especially given the way she was sliding her body over his. "U-uhnn, T-Tori..." He closed his eyes, not wanting this feeling to end; there was something about simply feeling her like this that caused his stomach to seize tightly, and unconsciously he pulled her tighter into his lap, wanting to feel more of it.

When she felt the first wave of intense pleasure wash over her, Tori was glad she'd taken the initiative to shed their clothes; not that it hadn't been pleasant before, but touching through cloth was nothing compared to bare skin. She'd wondered about this before (however slight), how it would feel to be entwined so closely with the person you love, if he even felt the same way. Clearly, her imagination had nothing on real life. Yuma's head had dipped down towards her neck, gently nuzzling her collarbone, causing electric sparks to shoot down her spine and increasing the heated throbbing in her core. She needed to do something about that empty feeling, and she needed it now. Emboldened by Yuma's reactions to her touch, she slipped a hand down and unbuckled his belt, much to his surprise.

"Tori, w-wait a minute...are you...?" Making out was great; heated making out without clothes was really great, but this...Yuma wasn't much of a romantic, but the "first time" was still a pretty big deal. He would gladly give it, if only he knew for sure Tori would accept it. He took both her hands into his, gaining her attention momentarily from ridding him of his remaining clothing. "I mean...are you sure about this?"

"Eh?" Tori suddenly realized just exactly what she had been doing. She turned her head, embarrassed that she'd automatically gone that far with the assumption that Yuma would be okay with it. How selfish! This wasn't just about making herself feel good, it was about both of them giving up a part of themselves to each other. "I-I'm sorry Yuma, I shouldn't have—" She stilled as Yuma put a finger to her lips, his mouth curving into a warm smile.

"It's okay. I just want to make sure you're okay with it too." He kissed her chastely on the lips, fingertips lightly skimming under her chin. Tori sighed and leaned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck as they gently fell backwards onto the bed, her hair ribbon loosening in the process and letting her locks spill over the sheets. A part of her was nervous about rushing into this so soon, but her want to be with Yuma largely overpowered such concerns; if anything, the thought of consummating a relationship that she had longed for so many years sent a thrilling rush through her. She shivered slightly as she felt Yuma clumsily reaching for her skirt zipper, mirroring her own shakiness at unbuckling his belt and tugging (with some difficulty) his pants off.

It figured that she would wear white underwear. Well, okay, so he wasn't an expert or anything when it came to girls' underwear, but somehow Yuma always felt white suited Tori best, even with her many pink outfits. Or maybe he had been hanging out with Bronk and his collection of suggestive manga too often lately. Swallowing his nervousness, he hooked one finger onto the rim of her panties and pulled down gently, the same time she was pulling his boxers off, being careful to not brush too hard against his tip. Still, he bucked slightly as the fabric rubbed against the head, squeezing the coil in him tighter. A rush of heat bloomed on his face as it hit him what was about to happen. "U-um, okay, so you're sure about this?" If Tori rejected him, he would never live it down, but he'd rather be humiliated a hundred times over than hurt her.

Having the heat of his length so close to her opening was driving Tori crazy; she could practically feel it pressing against her entrance, just a slight push forward and they'd be connected in the most complete and intimate way possible. Mentally, she prepared herself, knowing that it would most likely hurt for bit in the beginning. "I...I'm sure, Yuma. I trust you." She forced herself to look at him directly, despite her shyness.

"O...okay...well...tell me if you want to...stop...or something..." Taking a shaky breath, he gradually inched himself in, relishing in the heat that was molding around him.

"A-ah...uh, Yu-Yuma, just...make sure you go slowly..." She tried not to wince as she felt herself being stretched; something hot was pressing through her barrier, before breaking through in one swift motion. She couldn't help the whimper of pain then—expected or not, it was still technically an injury. "Ow! Yuma, wa-wait a second..."

Yuma felt his panic rise when he heard Tori cry out and saw the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry! Do you want me to stop?" He began pulling out, in case she was in pain, but her grip on his shoulders stopped him.

"No-no, just...let me rest for a minute...don't leave, it really doesn't hurt that much...really." Forcing her tears away, she scooted slightly underneath him, getting used to the feeling. It was...full...the feeling of almost being too much yet just enough to satisfy the empty throbbing that she had been enduring a few moments earlier. "It just feels...full..."

"If you're sure..." Yuma's stomach did a flip-flop as he saw a bit of blood oozing down her legs, but she had specifically asked him not to stop; he hoped it would be okay once they started moving. Holding her tightly, he savored the feeling of being connected with Tori physically; even just staying still was incredible, being able to feel the intense heat of her inner walls wrapped tightly around him. He kissed her deeply when she pulled him closer, arms wrapped around behind her back.

Sighing, Tori pulled away for air, letting Yuma rest his head in the crook of her shoulder. "Yuma...I think you can...you know, start now..." Her body was aching for some form of relief for the pressure inside her, and she moved her hips experimentally, shivering and moaning as the friction simultaneously eased and increased the tension.

He hissed through his teeth as a wave of pleasure burned through his entire body, hips automatically jerking into a clumsy motion. Breathing became more difficult as the two gradually became more in sync, meeting each other's thrusts and amping up the pace; talking at this point was reduced to single-word phrases and syllables, when they weren't moaning with pleasure. Although they were inexperienced, instinct helped to guide them along, as did their various responses and cries from the sensory gratification.

"Ah...Yuma...a-ahnn..." Tori could barely gasp out his name as she opened her legs a little wider to better accommodate his torso. Whatever thoughts she used have about sex were completely blown away; nothing she had ever learned, heard, or read about could have prepared for this feeling. For the first time, she understood why people called sex "making love"—it is the only act, the cause and the means, that physically binds together two people in love. Clinging tighter, she could feel every second of every sensation, from the way he slid out then back in, to the heat of his body against hers, hands combing through her loose hair and lips caressing every inch of skin he could reach. She especially enjoyed the sensation of being repeatedly filled, the throbbing deep inside growing stronger as he thrust faster. A strange sensation of being light-headed was starting to make its way through her body. "Yu-Yuma...something's...aahhh...I think something's...happening to me..."

"What?" Yuma couldn't quite understand what Tori was trying to say; at the moment, he was only striving for two things: one, making sure Tori was feeling good and two, somehow push the taut coil in his stomach to its breaking point. His body was nearing its limit, both physically and mentally straining from the desperate pace they had built up, yet he never wanted this to end. Every nerve in his body was electrified, pleasure burning through his veins at every touch. In any other situation, he would've slapped himself for making the sounds that he did, but there was no use in trying to hold back. Suddenly, he seemed to understand what Tori meant by that strange sensation; unconsciously his body seemed to be preparing for some sort of release, drawing the coil to unbearable levels. "A-actually, me too Tori...it feels...strange..." Before he could even think about it, the tension snapped and he couldn't help crying out as he felt Tori convulsing around him, the rush leaving him temporarily senseless to everything except blissful pleasure.

"Hnngg, Yuuumaaaa...!" Her body seemed to be reacting all on its own, back arching stiffly as her orgasm hit full-force, Yuma's name stretched out into one long moan. For a moment Tori thought she had passed out, given what must've been stars in her vision, but as the high gradually receded, the ceiling came into focus again, along with Yuma's bangs. He was still panting heavily, trying to catch his breath as he lay on top of her body, limp with exhaustion. As she attempted to return her own breathing to normal, Yuma gently eased himself off to the side, arms curling around her waist as he settled himself behind her. From his heavy breathing, she could tell that he was either on the verge of sleep or already asleep. A light snore soon confirmed her suspicions and, feeling a surge of fatigue creeping up, Tori closed her eyes and let herself succumb to the dream world.


"Beep-beep, beep-beep—" A hand suddenly darted out from under the covers and frantically searched for the ringing d-gazer, answering just in time before it was sent to video mail. "Hello?" Rubbing her eyes, Tori hoped she didn't sound too groggy to whomever was on the other end.

"Tori, are you all right? You look tired, dear." She stiffened as the video link was established, her mother's worried face popping onto the screen.

"Oh, n-no, I was just...taking a quick nap. I'm fine!" Forcing a grin, she stealthily crawled out from under the blankets and eased into the living room, not wanting to wake Yuma.

"I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to wake you. Well, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be stopping by the store to pick up some things for dinner, so I might be running a little late. You're not too hungry yet, are you?"

"No, no, take your time! I'm looking forward to it." Yes, the more time the better; she didn't even want to think about what would've happened if her mother had decided to come home early.

"All right dear, I'll see you soon! Love you!" Her mother laughed cheerily as she hung up.

"Love you too, mom." Tori heaved a sigh of relief, having narrowly dodged one potential bullet. Making her way back to her room, she was surprised to find Yuma awake and sitting up in her bed. "Oh, Yuma, I didn't wake you, did I?"

He moved aside for her as she sat back down, embracing her as she leaned back into his arms. "Eh, it's fine. I don't think it's a good idea for me stay much longer, from the sound of it."

"Hmm, yeah...although I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind if you wanted to stick around for dinner."

"I'll...think about it...by the way Tori, I...I'm sorry." At his apology, she turned around, surprised.

"Sorry? For what?"

"Well, for acting like such a jerk earlier. I shouldn't have thrown your d-pad like that." His eyes strayed to the side, feeling guilty. "And I wasn't really going to smash it with a textbook."

Tori felt a stab of guilt in her heart, for she had purposely egged him on herself. "Actually...I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I end up being such a bitch all the time when we fight." Her fingers picked at the sheets, absentmindedly noting the stains.

Yuma's eyes widened at her own description. "Wha—no, I don't think you're...well, we both know we can get pretty...heated during arguments." He hugged her tightly, as if to reassure her. "How about we just let it go, yeah?"

"I'll agree on that." She hugged him back tightly, glad that one thing was resolved.

"Although...if this is how we're going to make up from now on, maybe we should argue more often..."

"Yuma!" She smacked him playfully on his arm, but couldn't help the grin that was spreading on her face. "You're hopeless."

"What! I'm just saying..." He stretched his body out like a cat, and laid back down with a contented sigh. "So...I guess we'll just have to finish the project tomorrow then?"

"Ugh. Don't remind me. I knew we shouldn't have procrastinated."

"Hmm, true, but you have agree, it was worth it, no?" He winked at her.

Tori laughed and threw a pillow at him. "At this point, as long as we pass, I'll consider it a success."


A/N: This actually turned out way different that what I had originally planned for it to be; I wanted to have more an angry!sex/dominance-type of theme, but somehow, before I knew it, the story was going in a completely different direction and I didn't want to change it, because it was still pretty decent. So, this is a complete opposite of the first chapter, turning into a mushy/fluffy, "first time" fic. I hoped I portrayed them correctly, and that there aren't too many plot holes. Since I wasn't able to express what I originally wanted, expect (that's right) a THIRD addition to this theme; I swear I'll have it down by then.