FakeMustache: Heyy, you three, how's life been?

Amu: Three?

FakeMustache: Yeah, my three readers.

Amu:…You're…still going with that joke?

FakeMustache: Any-who, I'm sorry. I lied to you all. I shall NOT be ending the series. I was just getting a little bored with it, but that's all over now. No worries.

Amu/Ikuto: Yes, yes!

FakeMustache: Now read on, you fun bags full of happy powder. Read on~

.:Amu's POV:.

"Good night, mama! See you in the morning!" I yelled to my mother, closing my room's door. I made sure I locked it. I had the perfect excuse for locking my door. I would say, "Oh, sorry, mama/papa! I locked it while I was changing into my pajamas and just forgot to open it again! I'll remember next time! Promise!" Though I hadn't been caught yet, I still planned on using this excuse at least five times.

I quickly changed into my plaid pajamas and brushed my hair out. The brush shook in my nervous hand. I hadn't been alone with Ikuto in about three weeks and I was extremely excited. I knew he probably wouldn't notice the time we spent away from each other, but I definitely did. I could barely wait. I paced around the room trying to kill time. How long had it been? I laid down on my bed and turned the TV on. I flipped through the channels, stopping on an infomercial about some amazing blanket. It was just boring enough to put me to sleep, even in my anxious state.

I woke up, feeling warmer than before. I looked around. My balcony door was open. Ikuto was here! Wait…yeah, he was here. I was so ignorant, he was right there. He was laying on top of me, right in my bed, the pervert. He was asleep…but, he left my balcony door open…that was a problem.

"Ikuto?" I said, softly shaking his shoulder. His face was buried in in my chest and his body was completely covering mine. I shook him again. "Ikuto!" I said, louder. He shifted. "Ikuto, get up. The balcony's door is open and it's cold." I said, shaking him again. He groaned. "Ikuto, come on." He lifted his head up and looked at me for a moment. Then he dropped it back into my chest. Sigh. "Ikuto, are you really that sleepy?" I asked. He nodded and I giggled. He seemed so…vulnerable. I pet his hair and smiled. He was always so cute. I shivered as a breeze blew in through the door. "Ikuto, we really need to close that door. I bet you're cold, too, huh?" I said, still stroking his hair. I felt his arms move and form a tight grip around me. He twisted us around to where we were laying on our sides. He looked up at me.

"I'm not cold." he said, squeezing me tighter. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, too. It was quite comfortable, just laying in bed and hugging. I could've fallen asleep like that. But, I kept feeling the cold night breezes rolling in.

"Ikuto, I really need that door closed." I said, struggling to break free from his tight arms. He only held me there.

"I'm not warm enough for you?" he asked, looking up at me again.

"That's not what I said." I replied, still struggling. He didn't budge. I sighed and gave up. I looked around the room and noticed the TV was still on, though the volume was very low. It was now an acne care infomercial. I wondered how many infomercials had already gone by.

"Ikuto, what time is it?" I asked, moving my head closer to his.

"I got here around one and it's been about two hours." he said, not moving his head.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked.

"Well, I was going to, but I fell asleep in the process." he said, looking up again. I smiled.

"You're so cute." I said. His eyes widened a bit and he snuggled back into my chest. "Ikuto, it's really cold. I wouldn't mind sleeping with you if you closed the door." I said. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you know what I mean." He sighed and took his arms off me. He moved off the bed and walked to the door. He pulled it open further. "Ikuto? What are you doing?" I asked, standing up. He walked back over to me and hung his arm around my back. He then tucked his other arm behind my knees and lifted me up to his chest. "Ikuto! Put me down!" I yelled. He looked down at me and smirked.

"Shhh." he whispered. I frowned as he walked out onto the balcony. I shivered and wrapped my arms around Ikuto's chest. He kissed my hair.

"Why are we out here?" I asked, shivering again.

"You know, I find it funny how the bitter cold seems to bring us even closer together." he said, looking down at me. I blushed.

"Oh, so this was your motive all along, huh? Pervert." I said. He laughed. I raised my head up and kissed his cheek. He blushed and looked back down at me.

"It's been a while since you've kissed me." he said, still blushing.

"It has…" I said, smiling. He bent over to kiss my lips, but I turned my head. "The moon sure is bright tonight." I said. He frowned.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's cold." I said, smirking. He snorted and brought me back into my room. He slid the door closed with his foot and walked me to my bed. He lifted the blankets back and laid me underneath them. He then walked around to the other side of my bed and slid under the blankets with me.

"Are you still cold?" he asked.

"You tell me." I said. I slid my freezing arm under his shirt and he cringed.

"That would be a yes…" he said, his body relaxing. "Sorry, I should've brought you inside sooner."

"Yeah. You should've." I said, pulling my hand back. He grabbed it.

"Will you forgive me?" he asked, cutely.

"Only if you make it up to me." I said, leaning in closer. He leaned with me, but stopped suddenly.

"…Do you hear that?" he asked. I listened and heard foot steps coming up the stairs.

"Yes. Ikuto, get under the bed!" I whispered.

"What? But, I--"

"Just go! Now!" I said, pushing him. He quickly jumped off the bed and slid underneath it.

"Amu?" I heard papa calling on the other side of the door. The door knob twisted but the door didn't open. Thank God I locked it. I picked up the TV remote and turned the volume up nice and loud.

"Coming…" I half yelled in a sleepy voice. I walked to the door slowly and opened it.

"I…thought I heard voices." he said, looking around my room.

"You probably did." I said, rubbing my eye. "I accidentally fell asleep with the TV on. Sorry for waking you."

"You didn't wake me. I just woke up for some water." he continued looking around in my room. "Hey…why was your door locked?"

"I don't know. I must have left it locked when I changed into my pajamas. Papa, go back to bed, I'm tired." I said, pushing the door.

"Okay…I'm sorry for waking you." he said, still unsure.

"Good night" I said, shutting the door. I waited until I heard their bedroom door close. I walked back over to my bed. "Ikuto?" I said, softly. I saw him stand up on the other side of the bed. He looked over to me and smiled widely.

"That was brilliant!" he said, walking over to me. I blushed.

"Hey, I said I was good at acting." I said, smiling. He held my head in his hands for a moment, then he kissed me gently. I felt my face grow hotter as he did. I began to move my lips, just like I used to and my eyelids fluttered closed. My arms lifted up to his shoulders and I wrapped them around his neck. We continued to kiss like we hadn't even been separated all those days.

I pulled away, smiling, my face red. "Just like the old days, huh?" I said.

"Just the same." he said, smiling, his face also red.

"Let's lye down…" I said, pulling him back into my bed. We climbed under the blanket. He pulled me on top of him and held his arms around me. I snuggled into his neck, smiling. "Ah, I love you…" I said.

"I…love you, too." he said, his voice shaking. I kissed his collarbone and he shivered, just the same. I kissed his neck and his jaw and his cheek, while he continued to shiver. I brushed his lips with mine, lightly. I was now holding myself over him with my arms. We were looking into each other eyes for a long moment, when I felt his arms leave my back. His hand reached up to the collar of my pajamas and he began to unbutton it.

"I-Ikuto, that's…" I said, not knowing what to do.

"You don't love me?" he asked, continuing to unbutton my shirt.

"I do, but I don't love what you're doing." I said.

"It's not like we're going to have sex. I just want to see what's under your shirt." he said, undoing another button.

"Well…" I said, thoughtfully, "I guess…But, only if you show me what's under yours." His eyes widened a my agreement and he sat up immediately. He pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his toned torso. I blushed.

"Now you." He said, excitedly. He was such a…boy.

"Fine." I said. I undid the remaining buttons and tossed my shirt aside. I wasn't that worried, since I had such a pretty bra on. It was red with a ripped black lace covering it and a tiny bow in the middle.

Ikuto was looking at my chest, blushing. He swallowed.

"I…Ikuto?" I said, reaching out to him. Before I knew what was going on, he pushed me down on my back, towering over me. He slid his hand over my stomach. "Ikuto." I said, strongly. It didn't stop him. What I had worried about was happening. His hormones were taking him over. His hand slid up to my bra. I felt his finger lift the bottom up. "Ikuto!" I growled. He didn't listen and his hand continued to go under my bra. I slapped him, which stopped him for a moment, but not for long. He reached his arm around my back and unclipped my bra, pulling it off. My arms snapped up to my breasts and covered them. I looked up at Ikuto's face, quivering. His eyes were unfocused and his face expressionless, as if he had given in. I began to cry, and when I did his hands stopped moving. He suddenly looked me in the eyes, then looked at his own hands. He started shaking his head and moved backward.

"No…" he said, shaking his head.

"Ikuto, it's alrigh--"

"No…" he said, again. "No…I…I promised you…"

"It okay…You're tired." I said, sitting up. He looked at me, his eyes pained.

"I…Promised…Amu, I'm so sorry." he said, seriously.

"It's okay." I said.

"Don't forgive me!" he said, loudly. "It's not okay, I…I honestly can't believe I did that, I…I'm so sorry."

"I…" I didn't know what to say. I looked at him for a moment…and started crying again. I didn't know why, but I did. Ikuto handed me his t-shirt and I slipped it on. I crawled across the bed and wrapped my arms around him. I continued sobbing into his chest. He sighed.

"You make me so weak, Amu…" he combed his fingers through my hair as I continued sobbing. "I love you so much, I can't believe I did that…" he whispered.

"I love you…Ikuto…Thank you for stopping." I said between sobs. He held me closer.

"I love you so much, Amu…I love you…don't ever leave me…please…" he begged. I didn't reply. "Never…it would kill me." he said.

"I…"

"Seriously…my life would end." he said, "Please Amu…please." His voice sounded so sad…

"I won't." I said. "I promise, I'll never leave you…I love you, Ikuto. I love you."

"I love you…I love you…Amu, I love you…" he continued telling me how much he loved me, before my tears stopped and I hugged him, tightly.

"I love you more." I finally said.

"No, I--!!" I cut him off with my kiss. I held his head close to mine, kissing him violently. He kissed me, but kept his hands down. "I love you…" he told me through the kiss, "I love you more than life…I love you more than any words can express…I love you…so much…" I grabbed his arms and wrapped them around my waist. I kissed him roughly, until I finally felt his arms tighten around me. We kissed for the longest time. I loved him so much and was selfishly taking in every word he fed me.

"I love you, Amu." I kissed him harder. "I love you so much." I kissed him harder. "Do you love me?" he asked.

"Yes…Yes, of course." I said, slowing the kiss down. "So much." I stopped kissing him.

"You're spoiling me…" he said, when I rested my head on his chest.

"Look who's talking." I said. I hugged his bare torso, selfishly. "You know…I didn't think it was possible…but we're even closer to each other than before…" He kissed my hair.

"I love you…" he whispered. "Always have, always will."

"You're all mine." I said, "No one else can have you but me." He held me closer to him. We looked into each other's eyes for a minute, then he kissed me gently, for an instant.

"You're spoiling me…"

"It's 'cause I love you." I said. He kissed me, again.

FakeMustache: Well, sorry it's so short…And sorry for not writing anything in…months…eheh. You'll get over it…

Amu: Go f*ck yourself.

FakeMustache: …No…

Ikuto: It's like you don't even care about your readers.

FakeMustache: No, shut up.

Amu: You're the lowest…

FakeMustache: But I said--!

Amu/Ikuto: You. Make. Me. Sick.

FakeMustache: *CRYS* I'M SO SORRY I'M SO UNFAITHFUL!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Amu: …Geez, man, suck it up.

Ikuto: Yeah, it's not like you're all that important to anyone.

FakeMustache: Well, thanks, Ikuto, that really makes me feel better. Well, hope you guy enjoy. I'll try to get a new chapter in every month. : ) ILY!! :D