A Rich Love
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Okay, let's get this chapter started, people! Thanks for your reviews! Glad ya liked how the last chapter turned out, mwahahahahaha!3
Let's hope you like this chapter, too! :P
Oh, and I am really romantic right now because I finally have someone who will be my boyfriend... *blushes*
~Chapter
Ten~
On Your Knee's!
"Natsume... mmm, don't touch me there you pervert." Mikan tried her hardest not to moan as Natsume pushed her against a random wall in the apartment building, kissing down her neck and groping her breasts gently whilst Mikan tried not to succumb to whatever he did to her. She was, of course, failing. She desired him and him only, she couldn't win against him and she just wanted to give in and let him do the terribly pleasurable things to her.
His kisses, his hot lips over hers, that wouldn't satisfy Mikan for too long, she knew it. She was a young woman and he was a young man, they needed to be fulfilled. They would eventually give in to their lust and end up in bed, but Mikan didn't know how long it would take... how long could she stand to be in just his arms and with just his lips? Not very long, she was becoming impatient with herself...
"You like me being a pervert, though... so quit complaining." Natsume said in a low and husky voice as Mikan quivered, knwoing he was indeed right. Ever since the whole bathroom excipade, Natsume had become more perverted and gropey towards Mikan who had found herself complaining less the more Natsume groped her. She was enjoying it, which she did hate to admit, but it felt nice to be groped by Natsume's hands.
Mikan wound her arms around Natsume's neck, clutching clumps of his hair as she tilted her head to the side. She hoped that some poor soul didn't walk past the two of them making out, because if they did, then they would mistake it for something much more dirty with the way Natsume was grinding himself against Mikan and the way Mikan was moaning rather loudly.
"Ahn... Na-tsume... we should stop... I need to get to work." groaned Mikan as Natsume hitched one of her legs up to his hips. He forced his tongue into Mikan's mouth recklessly, massaging hers and challenging her to a battle. Mikan couldn't deny his challenge, she wanted to just stay there with him.
"Don't deny me the right to play with you, Mikan." Natsume hissed in a gentle voice as Mikan dug her nails into Natsume's shoulders, tilting her head to the side more and feeling Natsume's hand slide down from her hips to her backside. Mikan wasn't all that reluctant to let out a moan right then, but she knew that she'd have regretted it if someone just so happened to pass by.
"Natsume... please." Mikan begged in a hoarse voice, losing all will power to try and stop herself from making out with her boyfriend mercilessly in the hallways of the apartment building and save her bloody job. Mikan needed to get to work; she'd been warned already about being late thanks to Natsume. He was just far too irresistable to leave, even if it was only the two kissing and groping each other, Natsume groping more so than Mikan because Mikan could be quite timid.
"Why?" Natsume's husky voice asked Mikan as she became weak at the knee's. Why couldn't she just push him away, fix her clothes and walk off, leaving him there dumbfounded? Maybe because she was just too resistant to his bloody charms.
"Be-because... I have work and I don't want to get fired." Mikan croaked, holding onto Natsume's jacket before pulling his lips back towards hers again, completely contradicting what she had just said to Natsume who smirked and attacked her lips happily.
"You don't seem to want to part from me though. We can always just let you have one day off, and you can spend that day with me... in my apartment." Natsume hinted quietly as Mikan rolled her eyes, finally gaining the strength to push her horny boyfriend away from her. She sighed, clearing her throat and fixing her skirt and hair. Mikan then smiled, and kissed Natsume gently on the lips.
"Nope, no can do sweety, because I need to get to work to earn money to play rent for Hotaru's apartment. She doesn't come cheap you know." Mikan laughed as Natsume smirked, knowing that Mikan was right. He'd seen Mikan pay Hotaru rent before, and Hotaru was more than expensive.
"Fine, I give up." Natsume growled, but he still leaned in for another quick kiss as Mikan smiled, kissing him back gently before slipping her hand into hers and walking towards the elevator with her boyfriend.
"Should I drive you up to the coffee shop, I don't like you getting on that bus alone." Natsume said, his voice hinting the slightest bit of paranoia and protectivesness over Mikan as she giggled, snuggling close to his chest.
"Hm, sure... but you only hate me going on the bus alone because there are so many guys on there who are looking for chicks to pick up, my paranoid Natsume-kun." Mikan smiled, tweaking Natsume's cheek then kissing the place she'd pinched as he growled softly, then brushed his lips against Mikan's once again, pulling her closer to him.
"I have a reason to be paranoid, so from now on I'll take you to work and stay there with you." he promised as Mikan rolled her eyes,
"Don't you already do that, Natsume? You get so protective over me." Mikan sighed as Natsume kissed Mikan's forehead, then held her close to his body as the elevator moved downwards.
"As I said, I have a good reason... I don't want any other piece of scum touching you when I haven't even laid a finger on you yet." Natsume muttered with a scowl as Mikan raised an eyebrow,
"Er, excuse me, but you've laid plenty of fingers on me. For example, my breasts, my ass and a few other places I don't want to mention." Mikan said with a sincere kind of smile as Natsume smirked. Okay, he had to try and rephrase his last sentence.
"No, I mean I haven't taken you to my bed yet and fucked you senseless." he said, phrasing the words as best as he could. Mikan wanted to slap him for being so blunt and so frank, but hey, he was right... they hadn't gotten to that stage yet. She wouldn't let him do it so quickly.
"Tut tut, Natsume. You have bad thoughts running through your head." Mikan scolded sarcastically. The doors to the elevator then pinged open, letting Natsume and Mikan walk out holding hands. They left the apartment complex and walked towards Natsume's car, a mercedes, which Natsume seemed to take a lot of pride in. He had explained to Mikan that it was his fathers' car, and Natsume was very close to his father, they were like best friends.
"Only because I have a certain female on my mind," he reminded her as Mikan blushed, quickly pecking his cheek then getting into the passenger seat of Natsume's car. She fiddled about with the seat belt for a moment, smiling bashfully as Natsume sat in the drivers' seat, clicking his seat belt into place and placing starting up his car. Natsume placed his hands on the steering whee as Mikan looked ahead, smiling sweetly to herself.
"So you're just going to sit in the coffee shop all day again, watching me and glaring at any guy that tries to order a simple cappaccino?" Mikan asked him as they drove down the street,
"That's the plan, Mikan." Natsume stated with a grin as Mikan giggled, rolling her eyes at how typical Natsume was. She then lifted a hand and patted his head lightly, giggling to herself again.
"You need to do some painting or photography, Natsume. It's your job." Mikan told him as he shrugged, then took a hand off of the wheel and he placed it on Mikan's leg. Mikan didn't flinch, she just blushed and placed her hand on Natsume's so that it didn't go any higher than past her knee.
"I do that when I return home, anyway, I have a certain project at the moment and it's taking a while... I probably have artists' block." he joked as Mikan shook her head, then slipped her fingers through Natsume's so that he wasn't holding her leg but now her hand. He smiled, his eyes never leaving the road though.
"Okay then. Anyway, I'm sure your creativity will come back to you. You need the right motivation and inspiration, right?" Mikan asked Natsume as he nodded, knowing exactly what inspiration would help his creativity. Mikan just wasn't helping him out on that one at that moment in time.
"Yeah." he muttered, turning a corner as Mikan nodded, then returned to gazing outside the window. She knew how much Natsume wanted to take her to bed, but she just wanted to wait a little bit longer, no reason why, she just wanted to. She wanted to make Natsume wait, she wanted to make him want her. She knew she was being a tease and all that, but she couldn't help herself! She liked to see Natsume in a lot of want.
"You know what? I think you shoul leave the poor guys in the coffee shop alone, because they don't do anything to me, they barely even acknowledge me unless they order something." Mikan said as Natsume frowned. Oh, she was wrong there.
"You wanna bet? Watch them try to look up your skirt when they 'drop' their napkins, idiot." thought the jealous and over-protective Natsume as he stopped at a nearby parking lot and found a space. Mikan got out of the car once Natsume had parked the car and smiled, walking over to him as he went to find the parking meter.
"Wait by the car," Natsume ordered in a friendly tone as Mikan smiled, leaning in for a gentle, suttle kiss as Natsume smirked, ruffling Mikan's half messy hair then walking off to pay the parking ticket. Mikan sat on the bumper of the car, she was officially allowed to according to Natsume, and waited there for him.
It was a few minutes before Natsume got back with the ticket. He stuck it in his car window and then locked up hid car. After that, he took Mikan's hand and walked with her towards the coffee shop, filled with hormonal teenagers, and sat at the counter as Mikan went behind the counter and found an apron to put on.
Mikan quickly tied her hair back into a messy ponytail, not caring if she looked so bad, and started to take an order from an elderly customer who wanted some donuts with her coffee.
Mikan was busier than usual that day, much to Natsume's chagrin. He usually enjoyed talking to her and dropping his napkin to look up her skirt like half her male customers tried to do, but never succeeded because Natsume sent them 'the glare'.
"Natsume, you should do something productive." Mikan muttered quickly as she filled a mug with steaming coffee and another with hot mocha. She gave Natsume a quick glance and a tired-ish smile, "Like taking pictures of tree's." she then walked towards a table hurridly with the customers' orders.
"Tree's?" Natsume growled as Mikan flitted about, taking and giving the orders or others, smiling politely then grimacing when no one else could see. "What the fuck does she think I am, old?" Natsume rolled his eyes, then returned to watching his girlfriend lustfully, watching how the short skirt she had to wear swayed against her thighs. Wasn't it a crime to let decent looking twenty-somethings walk around in something so misleadingly sexy and simple?
Natsume, hoping that he didn't look anything remotely like a stalker, ordered another coffee via Mikan, the only person he seemed to order from. Despite how annoying it was to see the same guy in the coffee shop daily, none of the waiters or waitresses seemed to complain. He was giving them money, he was drinking coffee, and he was bringing in the horny women.
Natsume Hyuuga was the coffee shops own personal advertisement. He just sat there, looking rogueishly sexy and delicious, drinking coffee and making the women who desired him to have coffee. He was practically keeping the place running!
So as Natsume sat there lazily, attracting customers without his knowing and watching Mikan flit about like a fairy on high, he found interest in watching how other customers spent their time dawdling whilst they awaited for their coffee.
On the right of the small coffee shop, there sat a cluster of old ladies huddled together in baggy cardigans, hair nets and umbrella's with bright red purses held tightly in their whithered hands. They usually had little chit chats about how the young ones were always so eager and wild. Natsume prayed he never turned out like that.
Next to the table that held the old ladies sat a few teenagers, mainly boys, either gawking at the waitressing service than the food, or maybe talking about games and such. Natsume rolled his eyes. When he was in Highschool, all he talked about was getting laid and laying a few hot girls who were insecure about themselves. Those were the days...
The table in front of the boys held a few coffee addicts, shaking from the amount of caffeine they'd been drinking. They would jabber away happily at whatever was on their mind, twitch a little, then wave to someone they might know or might not know. Natsume ordered water now and again just to dilute the amount of coffee intake he'd had.
Then there was the table with the police officers, the governers of society. They would sit at the nearest window that was quite close to the doo, coffee in one hand, donut in the other, and watch for hooligans of some sort. Then there was the counter where Natsume sat.
Only a few other people sat at the counter with Natsume. A few young women, maybe a car dealer or two and someone who smelled of tobacco and always had a daily newspaper at hand.
As Natsume thought about how these people lived, Mikan was busily serving others and smiling politely. Sometimes a few of the highschoolers would let their eyes wonder to Mikan's legs or chest, thinking about how an 'older woman felt'. With a quick glare from Natsume, who would notice these things of course, the boys wouldn't look at Mikan for a while until they were certain that Natsume wasn't looking anymore.
Natsume's thoughts of what people did all day soon came to a close when he heard a loud crash and the clatter of mugs hitting the ground, well, more of smashing than clattering. He blinked, turning to stare at his girlfriend who had clumsily tripped over her very own two feet and had managed to smash all the mugs and was sitting in a puddle of tea and coffee.
"ARGH! HOT!" Mikan suddenly screeched, remembering that the coffee and tea she'd been carrying was scorching, freshly made and piping hot. So her knee's were soaked in the hot substance as she leaked tears.
Natsume, being as quick witted as possible, stood and almost ran towards Mikan, whipping her upp off the floor and into his arms as Mikan sobbed, her knee's already red raw from the coffee burning into her skin.
"Honestly, woman." Natsume scolded as Mikan sniffled and buried her head into his shirt, staining it with some mascara and her tears, "You're a hazard!" Natsume then looked towards the other workers who were staring in disbelief at what had just happened. That and the shock of seeing the underwear Mikan had worn when she tripped.
"I'm taking her home." Natsume pointed towards Mikan, and without another word went straight to the door of the coffee shop, carrying his girlfriend in his arms to the Mercedes. Hopefully, she would be safer buckled down in a seat that outside, roaming around freely.
Once in the car, with Mikan buckled down tight in the seat, Natsume checked the brunettes' poor, reddened knee's. He noticed a few cuts from broken porcelain, they were bleeding but didn't look bad. He was more worried about Mikan's pride, if anything.
"So... polka-dots?" Natsume stated, rather smugly as Mikan's sobs stopped immediately. Her face grew as red as her scorched knee's.
"What!?" Mikan screeched, her voice higher than the decibal scale. Natsume winced from how loud the pretty woman could shreik. He knew he wouldn't be commenting on her panties ever again, that was a given.
"Er... your knee's are red." Natsume said quickly as Mikan's face softened. She looked close to tears again but didn't cry. Instead she held out her hand and let Natsume look at it. She'd placed her hand on a broken piece of mug and the cut looked pretty deep.
"It hurts." muttered Mikan in a low voice as Natsume breathed in. She stated the most stupid things in such situations. Natsume rolled his eyes, then brough her hand to his mouth. She was bleeding, and with nothing to clean her hand or knee's up, what else could he do?
"Kya!" Mikan squealed the minute Natsume's tongue touched her wound. She squirmed in her seat, wincing every time Natsume's tongue licked her bloodied wound. It hurt, Mikan disliked pain greatly, but it had to be done. She needed her wound cleaning or it could get infected. She was just glad that Natsume had come up with the whole licking her hand thing.
Natsume found that surprisingly he enjoyed the taste of Mikan's blood. The small gasps that escaped from her lips were cute but pained and her hand shook as he started to kiss the wound better, trying not to leave any blood behind on Mikan's delicate hand.
"Na-Natsume, I feel a little dizzy." Mikan whispered, raising concern as Natsume stared up at the pale woman. His eyes became wide.
"What! Why?" he demanded as Mikan gulped, starting to hyper ventilate slightly. She closed her eyes as Natsume growled. Mikan was really a hazard to herself and to others.
"I... don't mix too well... with blood." she said in deep breaths and gulps as Natsume rolled his eyes, standing and kissing Mikan's forehead, slick with sweat. She was such a complicated young woman.
"Well, you and blood are actually compatible, Mikan, because if you weren't, you'd be pretty much dead." Natsume smirked, then closed the passenger seat door and got into the car, starting up the engine as he buckled his seatbelt. Mikan didn't look well.
"My knee's hurt." Mikan said in a weak voice as Natsume slammed the door shut beside him, then gently patted her leg. This was obviously not the best move as Mikan practically hissed when his fingers touched her skin. Obviously still sore, but that was at the knee's. Maybe the pain was spreading through her legs? Natsume didn't know; he was a painter, not a doctor.
"Bare with the pain, Mikan. I'll drive you back to my place, I know I have a first aid kit somewhere." he muttered to himself as Mikan giggled feebly. Well, at least she was still happy, even if it was only a little happy. Natsume didn't want to see Mikan down and depressed about anything.
Natsume drove home as quick as he could, but there were too many traffic lights, cars and old ladies walking slowly across the side walk. Sometimes, Natsume swore that they did it on purpose. The old lady who was crossing the road that day was putting it on because earlier that week Natsume had seen her practically skipping to the jewellers.
When Natsume finally got to his apartment, he was sure to show off his carrying skills by trailing up many flights of stairs whilst holding Mikan in his arms and refusing to let her walk. Despite how many times Mikan pointed out that there were elevators, Natsume insisted on carrying her.
"You're so up your ass, Natsume." Mikan snorted as he trailed up the third flight of stairs, looking a little tired but still not weakening to the powers of the elevator. Natsume seemed to be persistant in carrying Mikan, despite her heaviness. Mikan sighed to herself, nestling her head on Natsume's shoulder and closing her eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Natsume asked in a rather angry voice as Mikan shrugged to herself, biting her lip gently.
"No idea... you're just... really show-offish. You want to prove that you can carry me to your apartment and you're trying to show me how strong you are." Mikan scoffed, then decided she didn't want to talk and just let Natsume carry her up the stairs, which he eventually gave up on and almost dragged himself (and Mikan) towards the nearest elevator.
"I am not carrying you again!" Natsume promised the moment he placed Mikan onto his couch. The brunette sat there huffily, folding her arms. Sure, she was glad that Natsume had chosen the elevator over the stairs, but she wasn't all too happy about him just throwing her onto his couch nearly.
"Fine, don't! I never asked you too anyway." she muttered as Natsume walked towards his apartment bathroom, hoping that somewhere behind all the shower gel, condoms, toothpaste tubes, mouth wash and cologne he would find his first aid kit. Thankfully, luck was on his side.
Natsume grabbed the small box adn walked towards Mikan. It was only the other day that she'd helped him with a few burns, and now it seemed that he was returning the favor.
"Ow!" Mikan yelled the moment a slither of ointment touched her scorched knee. Natsume ignored Mikan's squeal of disapproval and continued to rub the horrid smelling ointment onto Mikan's knee's, gently massaging it in with his fingers with expertise. Mikan squirmed but soon relaxed, almost enjoying the way Natsume massaged her knee's inadvertently.
Mikan made the mistake of letting a small moan slip past her lips, catching natsume's attention instantly.
"You like that?" he asked as Mikan gasped, biting her lip and shaking her head quickly. Natsume was getting the wrong idea, she knew it, he had the lustful look in his eyes... okay, a look that was more lustful than usual. Natsume took Mikan's moan as a siganl to continue, so he let his hands slide from her knee's, obviously finished with them, and let his hands start to work their magic on Mikan's thighs.
Mikan found herself trying her hardest not to moan under Natsume's gaze and how he pressed his fingers against her skin so gently and so sexually... Mikan needed to get out before it all got too far... as in into the bed too far!
"Na-Natsume, stop it." she cried out, holding back a pleasurable moan as her boyfriend, being the devilish man he was, started to slowly trail his lips up her left thigh. Mikan clamped her mouth shut, throwing a hand out and pushing Natsume's head away from her thigh. He stared at her questionly as she stared back at him, questioning him as well as herself.
"Stop it... that's just... too far." she whispered shakily as Natsume raised an eyebrow, pulling back from Mikan and staring at her with scrutinizing eyes.
"What? How is it too far?" Natsume asked in an angry voice as Mikan shrugged. She didn't know why, either. She just didn't want to go straight into sex. Mikan wasn't the type of girl to just jump into bed eagerly when the guy wanted her to. She liked to build the relationship and lead them on. She actually enjoyed teasing Natsume, especially.
"Because... Oh, I don't know why! I just don't feel that the moments 'right'." Mikan muttered as Natsume slowly stood up, standing straight and running a hand through his hair.
Mikan was worried that Natsume would get pissed off and break all ties with her. She didn't want that; not another break up. Not another failure of a relationship. Mikan didn't want that. She wanted to keep Natsume with her for however long she could.
"Fine." he growled, disappointed that he still wasn't going to get any sex-time with Mikan. She stared at him uncertainly, wondering if he would break it off with her and just leave Mikan alone. "We won't do anything... inapropriate until you feel ready." Natsume then sat beside Mikan and pecked her cheek as she blinked in disbelief. Natsume was going to give up on sex until she was ready? That was a first.
"What... you're going to wait for me?" Mikan asked in a small voice as Natsume nodded, looping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close to him. Mikan breathed in his scent of cigarettes and aftershave. It felt somewhat comforting and so... Natsume like. It was nice.
"Thank you... you're the sweetest." she whispered as Natsume smiled, kissing the top of Mikan's head as she found herself drifting off into a light slumber on Natsume's chest...
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What a way to end, huh? How retarded of me, :P Anyway, hope you liked it, I tried my best. Thanks for the reviews again... xxx
Love Blue -Niagra~
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