So who guessed I went shopping today? Unfortunately that's the only similarity between this fic and my life (sigh).

Anyway, enjoy your lovely het-coupling, although I'll say I personally have a yaoi-tooth that loved last chapter ;)

If you haven't already read Arrythmia, my other WiP, go and do so now! I work hard on that and if you like my writing then you'll like it.

Mikan is ninteen

Natsume stared at a photograph of a woman with a botox smile and teeth whiter than white with a mix of contempt and jealousy – she looked like she was having fun.

Natsume, however, was sitting in the designated 'boyfriend section' of the changing rooms in one of Central town's department stores with nothing but fishing magazines, nervous layabouts who couldn't say 'no' to their girlfriends and that woman for entertainment. He had been staring at the photograph for nearly twenty minutes.

"Natsume?" came a familiar voice and he tore his eyes away from the woman's subtle crow's feet, looking over to the visage of Mikan Sakura, posing in the aisle of the fitting rooms in a dress he was sure she'd tried on another shop only an hour ago, "What do you think?" He grimaced and wondered why he'd agreed to this.

"Same as the one before," he bit flatly, "and the one before, and the one before, and the one-"

"Natsume!" She sighed, "that's not helpful at all!" Natsume wondered how much damage it would do if he were to smash his face through the glass coffee table in front of him… then set it on fire.

"It's nice." He groaned, and then did so again when she didn't even smile and release him from this torture.

"You always say nice," she complained, "doesn't it make my legs look fat?"

"Yes." He hissed, "huge." Then ducked as a coat hanger flew at his head.

"Ma'am," a store attendant interjected, "please do not throw things in the changing rooms." A sheepish look crossed Mikan's face.

"Oops," she said guiltily, "sorry." Natsume rubbed his forehead and wondered how many more awful pop-hits blared through the shop speakers it would take to make him go completely insane.

"I'm leaving." He suddenly announced and he stood up, but didn't even make it to the door before Mikan ran across the floor and grabbed his arm.

"Wait, Natsume," she said sympathetically and put her hand over his: maybe, he hoped, just maybe, she was going to say she'd go with him and they could leave this awful place and go to the nearest café-bar.

She pushed a clear coat hanger with a worn halter neck top on it into his palm, "can you change this for the blue one?" he wondered if this was a situation in which it was acceptable for a grown man to cry, and without bothering to force a smile nodded and approached the pile of other things she 'wanted to try' but the store's 6-items policy had prevented her from doing so.

Grabbing the nearest blue thing he could see and dumping whatever she had handed him, he stepped around the attendant, who was now thankfully trying to help a large woman zip up the back of a dress that was obviously too small for her, and approached Mikan's cubicle.

"Mikan," he said as he knocked on the door and then shoved it, realizing that she being the braniac she was hadn't locked it, and he stumbled in on her posing more provocatively than she had ever done for him before in front of the full length mirror, dressed only in a set of lacy white lingerie.

"Ah…" he gaped, and Mikan squealed in surprise and tried to slam the door shut, about to scream pervert when she realized it was only her pervert.

"Natsume!" she rushed, "you aren't supposed to be in here!" His mouth closed and he seemed to nod in comprehension, and then with a shift of weight he stepped into the cubicle instead of out of it and clicked the lock down behind them.

"Right now, Mikan," he whispered as he dropped whatever errand she had sent him on and instead traced his fingers along the lace trim of her bra, "I don't care what I am 'supposed' to do." He cupped his hand around a full breast and marvelled at how thin the material was, then letting his lips descend on her shoulder squeezed the soft mound.

"Ieeaa-ah," she gasped and tried to back away from him, but found she was walled in by a cold mirror, which made her shiver as it pressed against her skin, "Natsume, you can't…" she protested weakly as he stepped forwards again and this time ran a finger along the waistband of the panties, tugging at the elastic as he tried to work out if she could've work anything sexier than what she had on right now.

"Yes I bloody well can, Mikan," he snapped back at her, running his hand around to her back and spanning it across her ass with a nice sound grope, "I've been out there staring at that wicked witch of the changing rooms for nearly an hour, okay? Enough is enough." He pushed her harder against the mirror and lifted her up by her ass, her legs wrapping around his waist almost automatically as she strained against his erection.

"So, a part of me is going to enter a part of is going to enter a part of you, and I'll be lenient and let you choose your half," he grunted and ground against her, and although she felt she ought mention the store's policy about staining their goods before purchase, she somehow forgot to mention it, "but so help me it's happening in this cubicle."

Then, at the same time they both leant in for a kiss – and a very hot, passionate, and lusty kiss at that, and the joints of the cubicle creaked with their weight.

There was a knock on the door, and Natsume nearly dropped her. Though he didn't, as a matter of fact, stop kissing her.

"Ma'am," the store attendant whistled, "is there anything you need me to help you with? I noticed your boyfriend was gone." Now their lips tore apart and in a voice that she hoped didn't sound too husky or aware of the erection between her legs Mikan said.

"No thanks mam-I'm fine… I've got all the help I need."

I should be so friggin lucky :P

Reviews for the main and straight pairing! Or I'll go back to yaoi and have some degenerate ass-rape next update :P