The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story.
It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender;
because this kiss already has within it that surrender.

- Emil Ludwig -


You Can
Chapter 4

The kiss was intense, full of passion and lust.

Natsume coaxed open Mikan's mouth and swiftly entered it with his tongue, exploring it until he was satisfied.

Mikan, on the other hand, could only moan against his lips, shocked from the foreign invasion she was feeling.

Honestly speaking, for the twenty-three years that she had been living her life on earth, this was the first time she ever felt this kind of bliss since her only closest intimate encounter with the opposite sex was when she was in kindergarten.

A very fat and dirty boy planted a very sloppy wet and sopping kiss on her lips when she was busy staring wondrously at the sky. She, of course, was taken aback and after recovering from the ultimate shock of her entire kindergarten days, she cried for revenge but the very fat and dirty boy was nowhere to be found. Young Mikan quickly dashed home, weeping so load because her first kiss was not what she had expected (wet and yucky) and was, in fact, stolen by a very dirty and fat boy.

Since then, Mikan avoided staring wondrously at the sky and tried her very best to avoid very fat and dirty boys.

Natsume roughly pressed himself closer to Mikan's body and deepened the kiss.

Mikan tried to speak but her voice just turned into moans once she felt Natsume's tongue brushing against hers again.

Her kiss encounter when she was in kindergarten was nothing compared to this.

The kiss from her past was that kind of kiss that would get you disgusted. The past kiss she encountered was slimy-yucky-saliva-on-the-lips kind of kiss. It was also quick, too; Just the type of kiss with the guy pecking you like a bird. And what's worst was that the kiss she encountered from the past taste like dirt. Just thinking of it made her want to puke.

But this kiss she was feeling right now... was so different from what she came across before. This kiss was rough, intense, and breath-taking and it's definitely not the type of kiss like the guy was pecking you like a bird. This kiss makes use of the tongue as one of its tools... Mikan never thought kissing makes use of tongues and she never realized it to be this pleasurable and electrifying.

It also didn't taste like dirt. The man's mouth tasted like mint that all Mikan could do was respond to the sweetness the man was giving to her.

Natsume came to realize that the woman he was making out with was the epitome of temptation.

The kiss was supposed to be short, something just enough to strip the woman out of her thoughts. But somehow, Natsume himself couldn't pull away. He wanted her so much that he wanted to take her then and there.

When that realization finally dawned on him, he quickly broke the kiss before all of his restraints were completely lost to him.

Mikan's eyes quickly fluttered open and she stared at the man's ruby orbs. She found that the color of the man's eyes changed into a dark, misty red color. It was captivating.

Natsume stared down at the woman beneath him. The woman's face was definitely flushed and her hazel eyes were misty with passion. Natsume couldn't help but smirk seeing that he affected her.

Mikan stared back at the man, panting like she had just run for a mile. "We... we should stop."

Natsume took a deep breathe before he closed the gap between him and the woman, their nose bumped and their lips centimeters away. "Stop what?"

Mikan ignored his question. "I don't even know you personally—"

"And yet you already trust me." Natsume cut her off and caressed the sides of her thighs slowly.

"Trust? I don't... ahh..." Mikan's heart raced as soon as the man suddenly caressed her thighs. She couldn't believe how powerful the man has on her. She couldn't even think straight now.

"Yes, you do. You already trust me." Natsume smugly stated.

The man's hands continued to caress her thighs as she tried to focus on the conversation at hand. "I... uhm... I don't trust you, you pervert. You're ego so humongous it's killing me—"

"Want me to give you the reasons?"

Mikan stared at the man's ruby eyes. She definitely was losing focus now. "What?"

Natsume smirked. He pulled his hand away from Mikan's thighs and placed it on her neck, just at the top of her pulse. Then he lightly massaged her neck as he continued to talk. "What I said was I'll give you the reasons why you trust me."

Mikan was about to protest when suddenly Natsume's lips crashed on hers again. It swiftly swept inside her mouth and before she could respond to the kiss, Natsume pulled away.

"What was that—"

"Number one—you're responding positively from my touch and kiss."

"I don't—hmm..."

Natsume quickly massaged the tensed muscles on Mikan's neck before she could even make a coherent sentence. The man's touch was soothing. "You let me kiss you. Twice..."

Then he kiss her softly again. "Thrice."

"Number three—if you don't trust me, we never would have been in this position."

Natsume observed Mikan's expression. "You were the one who keeps gripping me in your arms—"

"But I'm not 'gripping' you at all. Look who's talking."

Mikan quickly realized that she was the one who was holding him in place. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms were around his neck, her fingers mindlessly playing with the hair on his nape. Mikan blushed and quickly undid her legs and arms from him but Natsume intercepted her actions. He quickly wounded her legs around his waist and ordered her to put her arms around his neck again.

"You can't order me around."

"But you're going to follow me, anyway."

Mikan glared at him. "You're stubborn. I should—"

"I'm not finished with my reasons."

"I don't want to hear your nonsense—"

"You're going to hear it anyway. Number four—You trust me because you're not scared of me."

"Mister," Mikan stared at him, dumbfounded. "You have one twisted mind. It doesn't mean that I'm not scared—"

Natsume wouldn't hear it. "You're comfortable with me." The man sneered his words like he hated what he had just said and it all the more irritated Mikan.

"True but—"

"Number five—you trust me because I said so. Final."

Mikan groaned. She was getting tired of the man's stubbornness. "Mister I don't want to play games with you anymore. I don't trust you and I won't—"

Natsume didn't let her finish once again as he kissed her roughly on the mouth again. The woman was just as stubborn as he was and since he knew that kissing her would make her shut up and unfocused again, he did it. He thought that that was all his reasons but somehow, though he's still denying it, kissing the woman was intoxicating and refreshing.

Natsume pulled out as soon as he felt like the kiss was getting out of hand again.

"Why did you stop?" Mikan asked before even thinking of it. She blushed madly.

"You want me to continue?"

"Yes—I mean no! No, of course, not. No."

Natsume's smirk only grew bigger.

He definitely now knew three facts about her.

One was that she's daft, she trusted him and the other was she's also innocent, very naïve.

She looked even more interesting to him, now. Natsume lowered his head so that his forehead rested against hers. Mikan quickly shut her eyes tightly as she felt Natsume's breath on her cheeks.

"You kiss like a virgin."

Mikan's eyes flew open. Before she could formulate a retort to what he said, Natsume quickly pushed himself off her.

Mikan could only stare after him as she continued to feel the tingling sensation of their kiss on her lips.

Mikan never understood it but she didn't know why she felt that she was safe with him from the very beginning.

She should have been scared and she should have tried to find her way out of this place but here she still was, clad on what she guessed was one of the man's shirts. And it finally occurred to her that the man, who was currently dialing a number on his wireless phone, did take care of her last night... and she didn't even shown her gratitude to him yet.

Where were her manners anyway? She decided that she'll thank him when he finally gets off the phone.

Natsume took fifteen minutes on the phone that Mikan became quite bored and without her knowing, she finally fell asleep on the warm, soft couch. Natsume, after ending the call, turned towards Mikan. He saw her curled up on his couch, all tucked, her knees against her chest.

Natsume stared at her silently. He wanted to wake her up since he needed to tell her some things but he quickly decided that it could wait since the woman looks like she really did need her sleep. Natsume slowly went to her, touched her forehead to see if she still had fever and when he was sure that the woman's healthy, he carried her gently towards his bedroom.

Mikan suddenly awoken when she smelled freshly baked bread and the sweet aroma of food. It lulled her, slowly leaving the soft bed and half-dragging herself to the smell of the food. She was still half-asleep and wasn't looking at her surroundings that she didn't realize that the blanket was on her way. The next thing she knew, she slipped down on the wooden floor with a big thud and her face smacked straight into the floor.

"Wow. You never cease to amaze me. I now currently have four facts about you: You're daft, you trust me, you're innocent, and you're very clumsy. Can you please get off the floor and stop drooling on the blanket."

Mikan's half-sleepiness faded from the blunt sarcasm of the man who was currently in front of her and staring down at her. She pushed herself up on the floor and gave her the meanest glare she could make. "I am not innocent! And you—"

"You're not? So why do you kiss like a virgin?"

Mikan glared at him. She couldn't retort anything about that since she was still a virgin after all. "That was not the point! I was going to say that I also know four facts about you and—"

"That is?

"You're rude! Obnoxious! Very stubborn! And you're... you're..."

"Handsome?" Natsume smirked.

Mikan glared at him. She wanted so badly to retort at what the man had just said but somehow her mouth couldn't speak the words. The man was good-looking after all and she's joking herself if she told him that he was ugly. And her grandfather told her not to lie since lying is bad.

Her stomach suddenly grumbled loudly.

"Can't reply because you're hungry?"

Mikan bowed her head low. She was very hungry but if she wasn't, she probably would have smacked the man in front of her right now and give him hell.

Natsume stared at the woman who kept her silence. Natsume was amused with her, since he knows that the woman was really on the verge of killing him. "The food's on the dining table."

Mikan's head lurched up to meet his ruby eyes. She eyed the man suspiciously, "You act nasty then you suddenly become normal..."

Natsume just stared at her.

Then suddenly the woman's face turned into a smile. A very beautiful smile.

"Thank you."

Natsume was somehow taken aback but he quickly covered it with his usual blank face. "After you eat, you can take a shower. The bathroom's around the corner. There's an outfit for you inside." Then he started to walk away.

Mikan stopped him when suddenly she called out, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Later."

"Why don't you eat now?"

"I need to do something."

"What are you going to do?"

"Why do you have so many questions?"

"Oh."

Natsume then strode off and vanished from her sight.

Since Mikan didn't know where the dining room was, she followed the aroma of the food while appreciating the beautiful, spacious place of the man who just took care of her. The place was big and when Mikan looks at it, it somehow made her feel very comfortable.

Just like the man who was currently living here.

Truth was, though the man was nasty, mean, rude, and was the embodiment of all the negative traits in the world, Mikan felt that she could trust him though she would never tell that to him straight out.

Yes, the man was difficult and he really does say mean things but Mikan knew he was still a gentle man. He saved her last night; let her rest on his bed, gotten food and clothes for her. She owed him big time.

Mikan quickly opened the covers of the food. She had never seen such magnificent cuisine in her life and what caught her attention really was that her most favorite fluff puffs was there waiting to be eaten.

Was it a coincidence that her favorite fluff puffs was there or did the man really ordered it for her? She finally pushed the thoughts away and started munching on the delicious food in front of her.

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Natsume flexed the strained muscles on his neck as he slumped down on his living room couch.

He didn't realize that taking care of a child-woman was that hard up until now. At the first place, he didn't understand why he recklessly decided to take her to his home.

His phone suddenly vibrated and he unhurriedly answered it.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Hyuuga, this is your grandfather's secretary. I've been calling you for the past hour. Your grandfather would like to speak to you."

"Tell him that I don't fucking want to speak to him."

"But Mr. Hyuuga he specifically told me to—"

"I don't give a damn what he specifically told you to do." Then Natsume ended the call and threw his phone from across the room. The phone crashed to the wall and cracked brokenly on the carpeted floor.

"You moron! Why did you throw your phone like that? Now it's broken!" Mikan screamed as she quickly picked up the broken pieces of the phone.

Natsume stared at her. "It's just a phone."

She placed the broken phone on the nearby table and glared at Natsume. "You idiot! Do you know how much a phone like this cost right now? How could you waste something like this?"

"Why do you fucking push yourself into other people's business?"

"Well I'm sorry!" Mikan said sarcastically. "I didn't mean to push myself on you're fucking business!"

Natsume stared at her. The woman was really trying to fire him up and he really wasn't in the mood to tolerate her behavior.

"Come here." Natsume barked at Mikan.

Mikan stared at him incredulously. "Why would I? You're not the boss of me!"

That did it.

He quickly stood up on the couch and swept Mikan off her feet as she started shrieking in surprise. He quickly dumped her down on the soft cushion of his bed. Mikan jerked her head to face Natsume.

She kept her glare as she snarled. "Damn you! Why did you take me here? You pervert! If you think that forcing me to... to... I-can't-say-the-word will cool off my anger towards you, you're wrong!" Mikan scrambled away from the bed and tried to run away but Natsume jerked her arms and pulled her towards him.

With one swift movement Mikan was suddenly on his lap, her creamy legs straddling his.

Mikan's eyes soon met with his.

Mikan blinked twice as she waited for Natsume to move but he didn't. He just looked at her, his ruby eyes boring into hers.

Mikan's anger was suddenly forgotten as she felt herself shiver from the man's stare. "Don't look at me like that it's..."

Natsume still didn't react or speak. He was just staring, expression guarded but his hold tightened around Mikan.

Mikan winced. "You're hurting me."

Natsume loosened his grip. "Call my name."

"What?"

"Call my name."

Mikan didn't know why but she suddenly found herself following what the man just told her to do. "Na-Natsume. Seriously—hmph!"

That's when he kissed her once more.

This time it was demanding, hot.

Mikan eyes widened, she tried pushing Natsume away from her but soon she felt herself quickly surrendering. She shifted comfortably on his lap and responded with the same ardor as Natsume was giving her.

The next thing she knew the loose shirt she had was discarded and she was unbuttoning Natsume's shirt like a pro.

Mikan was flat on her back when Natsume quickly covered her nakedness with his. Mikan shuddered from the contact and Natsume groaned with pure male satisfaction from the touch. They kissed more and more while Natsume ran his hands on her sides, thighs and breast.

Mikan gasped from the raw pleasure. She instinctively moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Their kisses were hot and definitely full of lust.

Natsume finally pulled away from her lips and nipped on the sensitive spot on her neck. He hooked his thumbs on her panty and was about to expertly ripped it from her legs when he heard Mikan shout his name from the pleasure.

That's what stopped him.

"Fuck." He muttered against her neck. He unhooked his thumbs on her panty and quickly pried her legs and arms away from his body.

God dammit.

What was he thinking? Why was he lusting on a woman he just met last night? And he was already fucking taking advantage of her innocence.

He raked his fingers on his hair and stared at the woman who was just as completely out of breathe as he was.

The woman was stunningly beautiful. Her cheeks were rosy from the heat, her lips swollen and her hair was completely disarrayed. He managed to glance down and found the little hickeys right on her neck and another one on the top of her right breast.

He had to get away from her. She was taking control of him already. He finally pulled away from her, stood, grabbed and threw the discarded blanket on top of her.

"Please take a shower now. I'll send you home right after."

Before he could get out of the bedroom Mikan stopped him with her words.

"Why did you stop?" Mikan whispered.

It took Natsume a couple of seconds to reply. When he did answer, his voice was low and cool. "I don't take virgins."

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It took Mikan fifteen minutes to finish taking a shower and putting herself together after what just happened on the man's bedroom.

When Mikan got out of the bathroom, she found Natsume busy typing on his laptop. When Mikan finally closed the bathroom door that's when Natsume glanced up at her.

Natsume couldn't believe how much the dress, he had ordered, fitted her perfectly. It clung to her every curve and made her looked even sexier.

Natsume looked up at her face and tried to catch her eyes but Mikan lowered her gaze on the floor.

After the unpleasant session on the bedroom, Mikan acted indifferent towards him and wouldn't even look at him straight in the eye.

"Hmm... you're done." Natsume stated as he closed his laptop.

"Thank you for this dress. I'll pay you back as soon as I can." Natsume couldn't help but be irritated by her formal response.

"You don't have to pay. Look at me."

Mikan ignored his request. "I'll pay, just give me the receipt."

"I threw the receipt away. Dammit, look at me already."

Mikan stared down, ignoring him. "Then, I'll just send this dress back to you."

Natsume stretched his hands and tipped Mikan's chin.

Mikan stared blankly at Natsume. "Thank you for your assistance. I really don't have anything to repay you right now but I really need to go."

"I'll drive you."

"No need."

"Don't fight me, Mikan. When I say I'm taking you, I will. Whether I have to force you, I'll do it."

That's when Mikan finally glared up at him. "Why are you so forceful?"

"Why are you fucking so formal to me?" Natsume replied back.

Mikan ignored his question and pulled away from his touch. "Then, please take me to Tokyo Hospital now."

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The ride to Tokyo Hospital was silent and very awkward. None of them tried to speak to each other as one concentrated on driving while the other tried very best to act busy while looking out of the car window.

When the car finally stopped near Tokyo Hospital, Mikan, excited to leave Natsume's presence, swiftly unbuckled her seatbelt. "Thanks for doing so much for me. Bye."

Natsume pulled her back to the car before she could get away. "Don't thank the car door. Thank me."

Mikan slowly turned towards Natsume with a glare so fierce that Natsume was taken back a bit. "Fine! Thank you so much, you moron! I'm never going to let you touch me nor even let you... kiss me again! And I don't want to fucking ever see you again!" She tried to pull away from Natsume but he gripped her tightly in place.

Natsume's face turned into a glare as fierce as hers, his ruby eyes boring into hers. "You won't? Go ahead. But I know you'll be thinking of my kisses and touches for the rest of your life. You know why? Because I know everything we did at my place was a first for you. And don't ever say those words to me. You're definitely going to see me again."

Then he let her go.

Mikan was taken aback for a moment by his forceful words. She felt embarrassed with what Natsume told her but it was all true. She wanted to retort back to him but she found herself speechless.

With one last angry look, Mikan soon stepped out of Natsume's silver car and angrily stomped her way towards Tokyo Hospital that Sunday morning.


FAQ


Is Mikan fine now? In the previous chapter she had a fever.

Yeahp, Natsume was one fine doctor! Hahaha!

Why is this rated M? Just cuz it has the f word it's M? Or is there...stuff later on?

There will be stuffs later on. HAHAHA!

How will they actually get the contract moving on?

I honestly actually don't know because I keep changing my mind about the little details of the story. We'll see. :D

How's Sumire after Natsume left the celebration?

Well, Sumire didn't appear on this chapter but I'll try to squeeze her in on the next chapter. :)

Why did Mikan ask Natsume to drive her off to the hospital?

This will be discussed in the later chapters. :D

How old are you?

Secret. XD


That was... I don't know. Please do send your reactions in a form of review. :D Cheers!

This update really took so long. Sorry for the wait guys. Hope you like it! XD