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Ruka(-sama): Nessie-chan, is it true that this is the last chapter?

Nessie-chan: Yes, Ruka-sama, it is.

Natsume(-sama): So, is this what the "semi-lemon"?

Nessie-chan: It IS, Natsume!

Mikan: WHAT? But...but...NOOOOOOOOO!

Natsume(-sama): Polka, shut up. You know you want it. Your not THAT stupid, are you?

Ruka(-sama): Umm...well, I don't really want to stay for this fight, so, Nessie-chan does not own Gakuen Alice.

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Swimming Lessons and Speedos

Chapter 3

"Do you want to go for a dip, Polka?" Natsume asked. His voice was low and husky, like he was having trouble breathing.

Mikan merely nodded. She could barely breath, let alone speak. Natsume was wearing so little that she could barely stop herself from throwing him down onto the pool deck and kissing him senseless.

They went around to the shallow end, and slipped in together. Mikan was now holding Natsume's hand, instead of touching his chest, but it gave her nearly the same thrill. She was still touching him, after all. The fact that she usually held his hand made no difference to her. It felt the same as the first time he'd held her hand.

Natsume came toward her slowly in the water. He was almost a full head taller than her, now. When he stopped, he was millimeters away from her. She stared at him as he brought his lips to meet hers, but closed her eyes right before he did.

Natsume's lips met hers, and it felt wonderful for both of them. Mikan's arms went around his neck, pulling him to her, as his arms went around her waist, pulling her body to his. Mikan gasped as her midriff brushed against his abs. He was so strong, and it wasn't from an Alice.

When she gasped, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth, and she pressed herself closer to him. They were half standing, half swimming, now. Both of them needing the touch of the other so badly that their bodies subconsciously began keeping them afloat without their even thinking about it.

Natsume swept his tongue around the inside of her mouth, making her moan into the kiss. She started using her tongue to play with his, licking it, trying to let him get her tongue into his mouth.

Natsume, sensing her intentions, let her. She swept her tongue first over his teeth, very carefully to make sure he knew where she was in his mouth. Then, she swept her tongue over his, before turning to the sides of his mouth and sweeping her tongue against them.

Natsume moaned, this time. He pressed her closer.

Their lesson had been the last of the day, and it'd been twilight when Narumi had declared their lesson over. It was now full dark, the pool lights, the moon and the stars the only source of light for what seemed like miles around them.

He slipped his hand under her bathing suit top, finding her small breasts. He palmed one, and she gasped and pushed her chest against his hand. They were still kissing.

Mikan wound her legs around Natsume, holding herself to him. He was going between squeezing her breast, stroking it, and fingering her nipple. He was kissing her as best as he knew how, and he did know how. His tongue was no longer in her mouth, instead, their mouths were glued together and their tongues were playing.

With her legs around him, Mikan could feel his erection. She wanted it, but neither of them were ready for sex. Instead, she moved her hips against his through her bathing suit. He growled against her lips, wanting more of her.

He took his hand out of her top, and she began to whine in protest, but then he began untying the halter. She let him, wanting to touch his chest with hers. They'd somehow found their way to a ledge on the side of the pool. It was under water, so they were still semi-floating, but Mikan was mostly sitting on Natsume's lap.

Mikan's top fell away, sliding down her torso. She crushed her chest to Natsume's, still moving her hips against his, still kissing him. They were coming up for air occasionally during the kiss, but the breaths were brief, and they immediately started making out again after only a second to breathe.

Mikan continued to move against Natsume, both of them moaning and grunting from the pleasure they were giving each other. Natsume's hand was back on Mikan's breast. He disengaged their kiss, and she started to protest again, until he moved his lips to her other breast.

Mikan gasped when his lips touched her chest, and his eyes looked up to check whether this was alright. It seemed it was. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, her mouth parted. Natsume's hand hadn't left her other breast, and as he sucked on one, he played with the other. Mikan moved her hips against his with the same rhythm he was using on her breast with his mouth. Every sensation was new to both of them. They'd made out, but hadn't gotten this far before.

For Mikan, having Natsume's mouth on her breast was like happiness made physical. It was the same with his hand on the other one. For Natsume, those same things were pure happiness and love, because he knew he was giving her pleasure from it, even though he wasn't getting much except for the thrill of touching her from the sucking or his hand on her.

Mikan's hips, however, were another matter. Her hips were thrusting against his, her core touching his erection through the think pieces of fabric they were both wearing. He was now glad the swim uniform for guys was a speedo. It made it easier for Mikan to aim her hip thrusts. Her core touching his manhood was like nothing he'd ever experienced. It sent shivers up and down his spine, and made him really want to take her. He was moving his hips against hers at the same time.

The movement of their hips was giving them both such pleasure that Natsume stopped playing with her breast, and cupped her butt with his hands. Mikan let him do that too. It felt good, and he hadn't stopped sucking her breast, so she had no objection.

If anything, his hands on her butt only increased the ferocity of his sucking, which in turn made her hip thrusts faster and harder. Mikan moaned as his hands traveled up and down her back, over her stomach, and back to her butt.

She thrust her hips faster. Natsume sucked at her even harder. Finally, Natsume came. He came as he was running his tongue over her nipple, almost lapping at it the way a cat laps at milk. He came violently. He grunted heavily, and his sucking became even more ferocious as he clamped her body to him. His hip thrusts continued to meet hers, but he had no control over it now.

Then Mikan came. Hers was just as violent as Natsume's. She'd been cupping his head to her breast, pushing him at it to make him go harder. She cried out suddenly, loud enough that anyone within a three or four hundred foot radius would have heard, and she went on autopilot, too.

Finally, their orgasms faded to shuddering spasms, as Mikan lay against each him in the water. Natsume's hands had traveled from her butt to the small of her back, and Mikan's hands had gone from pressing his head against her to hugging his neck. They were both short of breath.

Mikan was the first to recover enough to speak. "Natsume?" she said quietly, tentatively.

"Yes, Mikan?" he replied, surprising her with her real name.

"Thank you."

Natsume was surprised. He'd been expecting her to freak out when she realized what they'd just done, not thank him. "Your welcome, I guess," he said, slightly uncertain.

"You didn't try to do anything more. Didn't even take my top off the rest of the way. Thank you."

Realizing what she was thanking him for, he smiled. A rare, true smile, not the smirk he usually gave. She was thanking him for understanding what she wanted without her saying anything. For simply knowing her.

"Your welcome, Mikan," he said, this time with more conviction.

He checked the pool's clock, and nearly jumped when he realized what time it was. If they didn't hurry, they wouldn't get any dinner. For Natsume, this wasn't a problem, but he knew that Mikan without dinner wasn't a pretty sight. She got very angry and moody.

He pulled Mikan's top back up, and tied it. "If we don't hurry, we'll miss dinner," he said, giving her a tiny push in the direction of the changing rooms. She looked at the clock and ran towards the changing rooms.

Natsume got out too, and went to the changing room, only to find Kokoroyomi there, having heard every word and thought they'd had.

Natsume glowered at him when he realized what Koko'd done. "You breathe a word about this to anyone, and I will burn you black," he said, his voice low and dangerous. Koko looked at Natsume with his usual expression, but there was fear in his eyes. "You will also stay here until you can't feel our minds in your range anymore, got that?" Koko nodded feverishly, not wanting to be incinerated.

In the girls changing room, Mikan was having no problem. She changed, left her hair down since it was still wet, and went outside to wait for Natsume. He came out a second later, his wet hair glistening in the moonlight and his eyes full of love for her. The rest of his face looked the same as normal, but it was his eyes you had to watch for emotion.

They held hands as they ran back to the dorm, just barely catching the end of dinner. They sat next to each other, but didn't talk much.

Mikan slept in Natsume's room that night.

~The End~

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