Aren't I just such a s***head? D:
Haven't updated in a million years! Well, I updated one of my other Fanfictions today, and I felt really bad for not doing this one in nearly a year. I've been busy, you know?
I'ma try my best to get back in the swing of things, ne? ^_^
I don't know where I am going to go with this chapter, let's just hope I can wing it. I have a feeling this may be bumped up a rating. _
Let's try and keep it from that.
Here you go...

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"Plan...Take Out?" Amu stuttered.
"Exactly. After all, you're just so tasty, Amu." He smirked, and as if to prove his point, he leant forward to slowly slide his tongue up her cheek.
"Get off, pervert!" She shouted, pushing her hands against his chest.
"Hn. I don't think I will, Amu. I quite like it like this, don't you? Since you're visiting, we might as well enjoy ourselves!"
"Screw you!"
"Aw, come now. You should know that I can't resist..."
He placed his hand under her skirt, at the very top of her thigh, fingers only slightly overlapping the rim of her underwear. With his other hand he began to slowly unbutton her shirt. To begin with, Amu was too dumbstruck to do anything but stare; but as he neared her breast, and began to languidly stroke her thigh, she began to flail her arms and legs, face a bright red.
"Stop!" She screeched.
"No."
He moved himself so he was straddling her waist; her legs unusable, then unbuttoned the final two buttons of her shirt before capturing her two slim wrists and holding them above her head. With his spare hand, he trailed his fingers over her neck, moving further south with each passing second. She averted her gaze, her face still a rosy shade; half from embarrassment, the other half from shame.
"Amu...won't you look at me? Tell me you don't find me desirable at all."
Amu flicked her eyes to his face; his eyes were half-lidded.
Why must he be so good looking!? Amu thought furiously.
"I knew it. You do think I am attractive." He smirked at her, looking entirely smug.
As soon as these words left his mouth, he dove towards her. His lips landed on her collarbone, while she could feel his hands on her hips. Both of them. He had let go of her hands, but she couldn't bring herself to move, oddly. His kisses felt good and his light touch on her skin just as much so. He brushed over her bra, and she unwillingly moaned quietly. Amu knew he had heard her when he smirked against her stomach.
His fingers had reached the band of her skirt, and were fumbling with the zip; his lips on her skin all the while. Amu had practically resigned herself to this, but then the doorbell rang.
Ikuto froze instantly.
He resumed after a short while, hoping they had left, but it came again. This time with a voice:
"Ikuto-kun! I know you're here!"
"...Utau."
He pushed himself off the bed, allowing Amu to get up. As soon as she did, she noticed a full length mirror leant against the nearby wall. In it was the reflection of a flushed girl covered in small red kiss marks. In very visible places.
She hurriedly buttoned up her shirt, and pulled on her shoes. Forgetting her jacket, she ran in the direction that voices were coming from, knowing that the door would be there. She ducked under the arm that Ikuto was leaning on the doorframe, and passed by an obviously stunned blonde girl.

Amu ran into the town centre, hoping that the buses home were still running. She had reached the bus station when she heard a curious voice from behind her:
"Amu-chan?"
She whipped around, breathless from running this far. It was a girl she knew from school, Keiko. The girl's red eyes blinked innocently at her. Behind her was someone else she knew to be her boyfriend, Nagihiko.
"Keiko-chan, Nagihiko-kun."
"Are you okay?"
"Of course! Never better" Amu lied, plastering an over-cheerful smiling on her face.
Amu turned to look at the bus timetable, and was disheartened to see that the last bus had left not too long ago.
"Did you need a lift home? My mum is about to come and get Nagi and I." She lifted a hand to run through her oddly coloured silver hair.
"That would be great, thank you."

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Amu arrived home hardly later than she was expected, and was only mildly interrogated on the journey there. They hadn't discovered anything, either way, which was how she wanted it. Ikuto had some strange affect on her, which almost left her paralysed. What was worse, though, is that she wanted him as much as he wanted her; but perhaps in a different way. She didn't want 'sex', but to be in love.
What was happening with Ikuto was giving her that hope, though it was an illusion. He would have his way with her, then throw her away, she thought.
She couldn't let him do that to her. She wouldn't. No matter how sweetened his words were, how good looking he was, or how good his kisses felt.
She wanted a mutual relationship with someone that she loved. Not something entirely physical.
What she was started to dread was this fluttering feeling that she got in her stomach every time she saw Ikuto. She didn't get it around anyone else; though she used to around Tadase. That was merely an elementary crush, however.
Ikuto had hit her like a bus. A big yellow bus.
Had she fallen for him?
If she had, she had fallen hard.

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Sorry about it being insanely short, but I'll try and get something else out sometime. I didn't know what to write, but I hope it is decent-ish. xD
I am having issues making this more 'innocent' than my other story, which is rated M. _
This chapter I dedicate to KeikoHayasaka. ;D
I know I said that this story wouldn't have Nagihiko, but I changed my mind. He's not a guardian, though. Let's say...he just goes to that school. xD
Also, I am not sure why it matters what colour the bus was. Baha.
Review with your thoughts, please!