Author's Note: One second after posting the previous chapter, I was like, "Well, it's already ready so..." Here it is, 12 minutes after. I know what we're all here for.


Inexplicably, Mikan and Natsume found themselves playing shogi. As an only child, Mikan rarely found a companion willing to play board games with her, but as her betrothed (and future husband, as he reminded her frequently), Natsume was more than happy to oblige her.

They sat cross-legged on opposite sides of the board in a hidden nook with a bench, the window allowing natural light to illuminate their board. Outside, the gardeners were maintaining the shrubbery.

Attempting to gain the advantage in a 2-2 tie, Mikan resorted to something even she knew was beneath her: taunts.

"So you have more to you than just your sex appeal."

Natsume stared at the board, but he let out a small, sharp laugh as he moved his piece. "I'm well-rounded with expertise in many areas."

"Like losing." She moved her piece.

"Like dominating you."

And then Natsume captured her king.

"All right, that's enough for me," she sighed in defeat. Even she knew to lose gracefully.

"Giving up so soon? I didn't realize I was marrying a quitter."

Mikan's pulse spiked, almost rising to his bait, before an idea formed.

"I… have a better idea of what we could do," she whispered, purposefully making her voice come from her throat. She unfolded her legs so she could lean over the board. She flashed him a look that she had seen many times before, hoping her imitation was good.

It worked.

Natsume's eyes darkened and fell to her lips before glancing back to hers.

Mikan bit the corner of her lip, portraying an image of nervous innocence, as she deliberately, with the teasing slowness of a snail, crept closer to him.

Natsume tucked a strand of hair behind her ear so that it wouldn't fall in between them. He wanted her lips on his mouth, not her hair.

Her hands rose first to cup his cheeks, then slid down his neck before settling on his chest.

Natsume met her halfway and meshed their lips together, hers plump and firm.

Momentarily lost in ecstasy, Natsume unexpectedly moaned into her mouth, causing a grin to erupt.

"You enjoying yourself there, Natsume?"

"Immensely," he muttered before flicking his tongue in between her lips and opening her mouth.

Mikan swallowed back a surprised yelp when his tongue touched hers, then pressed forward, letting them massage each other.

It was strange, how Mikan never really thought a slimy tongue could feel so good, but she wouldn't mind Natsume's tongue licking every part of her, exploring every part of her.

Their teeth clicked together as Mikan tried to find a good angle to enjoy the onslaught.

"Sit up straight," he mumbled against her mouth, his hands fixing her posture.

"Like this?" She did as she was told and found she had more leverage to press harder against Natsume, creating a pleasurable pressure. For the first time in her life, she felt a stirring and a wetness form low on her body.

"Tilt your head a little, yeah, just like that," he encouraged gently. His husky voice sent sparks through her body, and Mikan became acutely aware of her aching nipples, hardened to the point of hurting.

Pushing and pulling against each other, they created a balance so perfect that neither fell. It wasn't before long that Mikan found herself wanted more than just his mouth.

As their lips continued rolling over each other, Mikan's hand sought out Natsume's and found it resting idly on his knee, contributing absolutely nothing.

Mikan brought it forward and took a moment to decide whether she wanted to feel Natsume's touch down below or on her breast. Both, she wanted.

Natsume made the decision for her as his hand, of his own accord, slipped underneath her bodice. Hurrying to help him, to get his hand on her faster, she untied the sash around her waist and loosened the laces on her back.

Almost expertly, his hand snaked through the fabric and reached for her breast. He squeezed it and the pressure made her moan, stuttering in the rhythm of their lips.

She couldn't take both sensations, his hand and his mouth, so she leaned forward until she rested her forehand on the crook where his neck met his shoulder, his breathing tickling her ear.

He began whispering dirty things to her, which instead of causing her to cringe away, only increased her arousal. It was such a tiny part of her, one nipple, yet the feeling consumed her entire being as he pinched and rolled and squeezed and tugged.

His other hand, which had been wandering aimlessly along her neck and back, suddenly found a purpose as he made its way down the front of her, under the waistband of her skirt. Pulled too tight, the button popped, but Mikan didn't care.

Navigating through the mess of fabric, he found his true, leaking treasure. The heat of his hand caused a shiver through Mikan. Nobody, not even herself, had touched her down there.

He swiped one finger across her folds, and she almost dissolved into pleasure, quivering ever so slightly. Once again, he stroked her, tracing each curve down below, and she clenched with anticipation.

Mikan was sure she heard a wet squelch as Natsume's finger entered her, but there was no denying it when he pulled it out, the flesh clinging to his finger as if it didn't want Natsume to leave. Soon, it filled the small nook, the sound of Natsume's penetration into her wetness.

Almost lazily, he pumped into her and dragged it out. Then his thumb pressed on something that even Mikan didn't know existed: a small button.

"Oh!" She cried out, collapsing onto Natsume. Mikan was sure she made quite a sight, half-undressed, holding onto Natsume for dear life, the neglected shogi board discarded between them.

"Shhhhhh," he hushed her, "not too loud."

Nodding blankly, Mikan smothered herself into Natsume's neck, but all the pleasure made her jerk uncontrollably. She needed to do something. In the heat of the moment, Mikan bit onto Natsume, eliciting a strong hiss, but he let her do it anyway.

Mikan rocked her hips forward and back, willing Natsume's finger to go deeper, and they did when he adjusted the angle. Then he added a second finger, and her walls stretched, burning, to accommodate the intrusion.

Despite Natsume's flesh gagging her, low moans tore themselves from her throat as she mewled with each thrust, responding to Natsume's long stream of filthy commentary.

Yes, she loved it

Yes, she loved his fingers inside of her

Yes, she wanted to fuck herself on them

Yes, she was his betrothed, all his

Yes, she wanted to come for him

Yesyesyesyesyes

Clutching Natsume tighter than ever, Mikan loosened her bite and dissolved into a symphony of lustful sobs, too overwhelmed by the sensation of rising, rising, rising -

"Gah - Natsume!"

She buried her face into Natsume again to muffle her squeals as Natsume buried his fingers in her because she was

Falling

Falling

Falling

Her splintered mind slowly recovered, and she found herself still humping Natsume's hand. With an exhausted groan, she fell to pieces, her flesh languid and her mind drowsy, with Natsume holding her together.

Natsume kissed her hair, withdrawing his hands from under her dress and wrapping his arms around her entire body. Tenderly, he began to rock her. She hummed in gratitude, enjoying the aftermath of the earthquake.

"You horny girl."

At his comment, Mikan laughed heartily and snuggled into Natsume harder. Her undergarments were completely soaked, but she didn't mind. Nothing could bother her in those moments.

As Mikan shifted, pieces of the long-forgotten shogi game fell to the floor. Groping about with one hand, Mikan pushed everything aside, muttering, "Fuck this board," so she could clamber into Natsume's lap.

Natsume laughed, embracing her completely. He felt her melt once more.

"Is that what it's like? Sex?"

"Depends on what you felt." Natsume started a trail of kisses on her shoulder towards her neck. Not because he wanted to arouse her again, but because he couldn't get enough of her glow.

"Well, it felt a bit strange, a little uncomfortable, when you put your finger inside me because I wasn't sure what I was supposed to be feeling, but then you… you touched something."

Natsume's tongue shot out to taste her sweat. "Oh, I did, did I?"

"Yeah, and it felt… good in a tingly sort of way," she confessed, lost in the memory.

"I'm glad I could make you feel good. I promise you it'll always be like that."

Mikan hummed, closing her eyes, enjoying the warmth from Natsume and the warmth from the sun.

And together they stayed, basking in the afterglow.