Here you are, it's what you've all been waiting for :P And I had to go and blow a whole chapter on it just because.

Mikan hadn't watched TV with someone since she last visited her mom in Hokkaido, and it was lovely just to sit with people and watch mindless trash.

It was even better with Natsume; she'd done this sort of thing with old boyfriends before, but it had been a while since then. Perhaps she'd forgotten, or perhaps it was something to do with him, but just sitting, curled around him, was a wonderful feeling.

She was so comfortable and happy that she let her face sink into his neck, just appreciating the moment, and the TV started to fade out to a vague background noise – she often slept with it on at home – and the sound combined with Natsume's constant warmth, good-as-always smell and the overall cloying safeness, put her to sleep.

"You're quiet," Natsume remarked when Mikan hadn't shouted anything obscene at the television in a while.

"She's asleep," Aoi whispered, pointing at Mikan. Natsume glanced down and realized she was right. It was the middle of the morning, why was she sleeping?

That said, she was quite cute curled up on his shoulder like that; he had an intense feeling of possessing her. Not the angry sexual kind of possessing he'd exerted with girls he didn't care about, but a feeling of being his. Only he could hold her like this, and he liked to think that he was the only guy she was relaxed enough with to fall asleep on. He liked to think, he didn't actually know.

It felt... permanent. Like something that could always go on, as if she'd always be able to wrap her arms around his neck and fall asleep on his shoulder. He felt something very powerful, and it wasn't much of a stretch to lift her head off his shoulder and kiss her.

He'd not realized until recently the power of a simple kiss. How sometimes he needed to kiss her, just a kiss, not even anything more. It was something only he'd do to her, and fed his possessive side, as well as some other hungering need inside him that required her lips against his.

She woke sluggishly, starting to kiss him back before she was even properly awake, and raising her hands from his neck to tangle in his hair – she seemed to like doing that – she reciprocated and they kissed each other harder.

His breath deepened as her warm and sleepy presence crawled into his mouth, and he shifted her weight to lean on her, pressing down his weight as he curled one hand around her neck.

He'd never spent this long just making out with a girl (cumulative over the past few weeks, of course) in his life, but he almost regretted not realizing it earlier.

Then again, somehow he felt like it never would have been the same if it wasn't her.

What was she doing to him?

"Groooooossss you two!" Aoi whined. "I'm in here you know!" Aoi personally couldn't understand how one minute her brother and Mikan could be perfectly normal, and then they were suddenly making out like nobody's business. She found it a little disturbing, to be honest.

"Aoi," Natsume said shortly, as he ripped his mouth away from Mikan's for a moment. "Buzz off."

"What?!" she squealed. "Why?!"

"Because me and Mikan are going to do stuff, and you are too young to watch." He paused for thought while Mikan trailed her lips tantalisingly along his jaw. "You're also my sister."

"Very creepy," Mikan commented, right before she settled her lips over a particularly warm and squishy part of his neck and bit down.

"Ow!" he snapped. "What the fu..." He remembered his little sister was here. "Aoi. Buzz off. Now," he said sternly, and found that she didn't listen to him one bit, and instead threw a pillow at him.

"Fine, we'll go," he sighed, and with a loud groan stood up, still carrying Mikan. She wasn't big, and he could hold her weight pretty easily, if with a bit of straining.

"Wah!" she squeaked, and kicked her lower legs about. "Put me down!"

"Nope," he replied shortly, and walked in the direction of the stairs. "We're done here; you and I are going upstairs." Mikan struggled some more and he let her down – he probably wouldn't have been able to carry her all the way upstairs like that anyway.

"We're doing what now?" she demanded coolly, and he grabbed her, a hand on either side of her face, and pulled her into possibly the most passionate kiss she'd ever experienced. Even Narumi fell behind conveying how much he wanted her from the kiss, and that was no mean feat.

But it wasn't quite a 'I'm going to take whatever I want from you and fuck everything else' kiss, it was more of a 'come upstairs with me (please) you know you want to too' sort of one, and she appreciated that.

Besides, she'd be dammed if she didn't want it too; that wake-up kiss had given her a few confused dream-moving-into-reality experiences, and she was just a little turned on.

Okay, she was really turned on. She adored him like this, and all she wanted to do was get nice and naked and have sex with him; she was still a young, sexualised eighteen year-old. She still had her paranoias that it might all be a big game, or that he'd lose interest once he'd got his rocks off, and leave her, but she wasn't so worried about them anymore – she was going to trust him.

So she wrapped her arms slowly around his neck and moved into another kiss, pulling away slightly to whisper, "Okay, okay."

With that he lifted her again into a strong hug, dropping her back on her feet with the kind of gratification he didn't think he was capable of feeling. He didn't like the fact that she had to have the final word on this, and he'd be dammed if it stayed that way, but he was deliriously happy that she'd finally said yes.

And not just because he wanted it, because she did too. That actually mattered to him.

They stumbled up the stairs and into his room, closing the door firmly behind them and leaning against it as they kissed.

However long ago it was that he thought all girls, particularly this one, were stupid sluts with no morals, personality or decency, it seemed worlds and worlds away from this moment now. She was a person, a girl, human, stupid, happy-sad or whatever mad emotion possessed her, and he couldn't believe that he was a person who didn't see that at first. He couldn't believe what he used to be, and that was how he knew he had changed – he'd told her once he wouldn't, but he was not who he used to be, whether he liked it or not.

She stepped back from the door, toward the bed, and he stopped to break away from her. She gave him a puzzled look, but it cleared when he reached over his own shoulders and pulled off his top: of course.

She dithered about whether to do something similar herself, but he resolved this issue by grabbing her by the wrists, slipping his hands into hers, and stepping around her and pulling her to the bed – apparently he'd be in charge of this act.

She leant forwards and kissed him – no words were necessary anymore – and then dropped her head and planted a line of them along his collarbone; his skin warm against her lips.

Natsume wasn't exactly self-conscious about his body – he knew he was in pretty good shape – but he wasn't a piece of well trained sports-meat, and some part of him wondered what she thought about it. Kissing him, though, not on the mouth, he decided that it wasn't anything to be made an issue of, and they sunk down onto the bed together.

"You better have one," she rasped as she let him settle between her legs, and just as he did he swore.

"Fuck," he muttered.

"What? Shit? You don't have any?!" she snapped: he had to have at least one condom. If he didn't then they were just about fucked. She did not want to think about alternatives that didn't involve having sex now, not when they'd got this far.

"What? Of course I do," he retorted. "They're just on the other side of the room. It's bad enough having to use them at all." Mikan decided that instead of slapping him or anything, she would instead rake her nails across his shoulderblades, which provoked a... reaction.

Maybe not the one she'd been aiming for, but it was a reaction at least.

"You fucking move," he said sinfully, very obviously turned on, as he pushed himself up in bed and backed away from her; leaving her spread out on the duvet like an upturned beetle, "and I'll make you regret it. Stay right there." She would object to his assumed bossiness, but there was something she almost liked in the blunt way he was ordering her about. He did say he liked to top, and dominating seemed to be one of his favourite pastimes.

So fine, she would let him have what he wanted this time, but only because it'd make it even more of surprise when she had her turn: which she would.

He stormed back from across the room, where he'd been rummaging around in a chest of drawers, and threw a couple of packets down on the bed before he pounced back on top of her, trying to overwrite the stupidly embarrassing lapse-in-seduction break; Natsume wasn't used to such unromantic interruptions, even if they didn't bother Mikan so much as they amused her.

Seeing as Mikan had conceded control of the situation because, to be perfectly honest, Natsume was only comfortable when he was in control during sex, whereas she was easier to do either, she had the nice opportunity to simply lie back and passively enjoy what he was doing, which involved a lengthy exploration of her body, with clothes being gradually removed along the way.

Natsume was going to make a proper job of this; if he waited this long then he'd have to make sure he did it right for fuck's sake.

She let her hands rest on his bare shoulders, following him down her body, but eventually fisted them in his hair when his face – more specifically his mouth – reached between her legs. She still had her underwear on, but even a light press or rub made her breath shred in her throat, escaping in uneven gasps.

She moaned just a little when he clamped both hands down on her waist as she tried to move her hips into him, and he denied any more contact until he clambered back up to be level with her, smothering his lips over hers as he ground his peaked boxers between her legs, which she wrapped around his waist and further added to the friction – now, was the message, and it didn't need saying out loud.

He muttered to himself as he sat back to deal with the irritating business of applying the 'protection' – he knew he shouldn't be so careless about it, but it really wasn't his preference – and used the opportunity to liberate her of her underwear, which, he noticed gladly, were already wet.

Much like she was, he confirmed fully as he leant back over her, two fingers toying between her legs. He wasn't entering her though, oh no, this was testing the waters, but he was committed to making sure what penetrated her first. He wanted some sense of poetic justice, or whatever kind of shit... he wanted to fuck her. Properly.

Mikan worried, or maybe wondered was a better word, about how long it had been since she'd had sex; it was four or five months at least, and the fact that Natsume's... well, he wasn't small, to say the least.

He wasn't massive or anything, but it definitely wasn't small; would probably feel a bit uncomfortable at first, although she had expected something like that.

He'd waited so long for this, he knew as he 'readied all systems to go', but the silly thing was he didn't even care that he'd had to wait. He was almost (almost, not actually) grateful, because without this build-up it wouldn't have been as epic a moment as it was now.

And it didn't fail to live up to his expectations, he realized gladly, as he worked it in and made that first thrust. Her legs tightened around him and his breath tore out of him, everything lit up and he went again, and again; falling quickly into a rhythm. Under him she panted, lifting her breasts upwards with each rock and roll and meeting it with her hips.

She reached up and pulled herself close to him, her cheek against his and her face turned into him; her breaths deep and ragged as she squeezed her legs tighter around his waist, biting down on her lower lip as the pleasure built up and nearly overtook her.

She thought that would be it, after that small peak; it was their first time after all, and she didn't expect him to be able to make her come first time around. She didn't expect anyone, she never found it that easy to reach orgasm was all. He probably wouldn't last long enough this time anyway – she'd made him wait quite a while, he had reasons to cross the finish line a little early...

She forgot this entirely when, sensing that he was coming close himself, but not quite close enough, and definitely alone, Natsume paused long enough to snap one of her legs out of the lock around his waist and bend it upwards, until her knee was nearly level with her chest. He thrust again, getting just a little deeper, but it was the little that counted for a lot, and he hit a very good spot.

To be fair, he'd taken her by surprise, and the powerful bolt that he shot through her took Mikan so off guard that she cried out by accident – she'd been trying to be quiet, because she knew Aoi was still in (to be honest she wasn't comfortable with her being here at all, or at least their abandoning her to do this, but she'd be dammed if either of them could hold it any longer), but she heard his snort of amusement as she stuffed her mouth with her fingers.

He bent her leg up even more – she was fairly flexible, even if she didn't appear to have done this before – and hit the same angle again, driving out a muffled squeak into her knuckles. Content he'd got the right spot, Natsume let out a sigh and relaxed into the hard last sprint, sure he was getting her worked up enough to let go himself.

He tried an extra trick or two grabbing one of her breasts, and it seemed to have the desired result – something he became even surer of when she snatched away her hand and grabbed the end of his pillow, pressing it down over her mouth and crying into it as he claimed a full and proper climax from her.

He wouldn't have settled for anything else, to be fair.

He'd timed well, and he was just about ready to come almost as soon as she finished. He tightened his hand over her breast and groaned in the back of his throat, letting the all build-up and the lust and the desire tear out of him in one final wreck, pouring hotly into her.

Or the fucking condom, if he had to be realistic about it, which he didn't really want to. He intended to persuade her to go on the pill as soon as possible.

Tension spent, he drooped on top of her, relaxing and releasing her leg as he panted into the wind-down.

"Holy shit, Natsume," she whispered hoarsely, and he didn't hide his grin; he'd obviously done what he intended to do. He pulled out and awkwardly disposed of the spent contraception, and then ended up hovering in the middle of the floor, between bed and door. Normally he would go for a shower about now, usually he wanted to get the mess of sex off him as soon as possible, but he realized that – considering what they'd been arguing about for the past two days – Mikan wouldn't interpret that very well at all, which was best avoided.

He went to the bed, at least he could put on his boxers. He knelt down over her on the bed, a hand and foot on either side of her, and stared into her glassy brown eyes.

"...Uh, hey," he said softly, almost laughing at how stupid he sounded. She blinked slowly and took a breath in and out. "Hello?" he said a in a more attention-drawing manner, and finally her eyes seemed to meet his; coming back from whatever far-away place her mind had been.

She picked up a flaccid arm and reached for him, tracing her fingers clumsily down the side of his face until she reached his jaw, she closed her hand and pulled his mouth down towards her, sitting up a little so they met in the middle.

He was aware of the idea that most girls wanted 'cuddling' after sex, but Natsume had actually never done it; sex in his experience had always been cut and run – Yuri, as can be guessed, wasn't into the romantic side of the act, she was the one who started and reinforced his habit of showering and immeaditely leaving afterwards.

However, for Mikan, he could make allowances. He'd made enough already, he might as well go ahead and do the lot. It wasn't like he had any actual objection to it, just that his habits were slightly different.

He made quick movement with his head to indicate she shift over, and settled down next to her in his less-than-enough-for-two single; she sidled up to his side and wound an arm over his chest gratefully, burying her face in his shoulder and sighing heavily.

"Thanks," he heard her murmur, and he simply rolled his head and brushed his lips against her hair.

Silly paranoid thing, he thought to himself, and then said, "I'm not going anywhere." He let his eyes glaze shut, there was something to be said for simply relaxing afterwards, and felt himself drifting off, even as she sat up and put on what he gauged to be her own underwear and his top. Wriggling back next to him, she made herself comfortable, and then looked at him. Just looked.

"It's weird to watch people sleep," he muttered quietly; eyes still closed.

"You aren't asleep," she replied factually.

"I could be."

"Fine," she said, and continued staring.

"You're still doing it." He shot her a look out of a crack in his eye.

"I know."

"And?"

"I don't care."

"Oh," was all he could say. "...Fine." He closed his eyes properly, but heard and felt her moving; stretching out to reach him and pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek.

They didn't realize it, but they were both thinking the same thing at that moment: if things stayed even half as good as this... 'they' could actually be serious.

I'm in a big rush now so please leave a review, because dude I knocked the hell out of the lemon. :P