Some faraway part of her wondered just what the picnic blanket was made of. It wasn't cotton, too soft, too light, but it couldn't be silk. So what was it, her naked skin tried to determine. What could it be?

But then her flesh found something else to be more interested in, swamping her mind with sensation, every muscle in her body quivering, every bone aching, every nerve ending on fire.

Hands floated down her sides, curving towards her hips, and then slipping down her thighs towards her knees.

Mukuro gave her a naughty look as he pushed one leg over his shoulder and nipped her inner thigh, marking it with small red mars against her creamy skin. "It's so hard to not just devour you whole… How can someone taste so delicious?"

She had no clue. Honestly, no clue. She had never really thought to taste herself before (and didn't that just sound incredibly dirty?).

But she was overjoyed that he was willing to sample. He looked so handsome and sexy with that countenance of devious want stitched into his expression, darkening his eyes and flushing his cheeks, blue hair coming undone from its strange spiky design to weave around his angular face and shoulders.

This was making him happy, to make her feel good. And that just made it so much better to give and take without feeling the shame and despair she thought she would. All of those girls at Kokuyo, they obviously had had no clue what they were talking about.

There was no possible way she could just lie there and let him do all the work himself. If she stayed still and even tried to do so, she would have gone mad. Instead, she writhed and moaned and cried out and her nails bit into his back and chest and arms as she scrabbled for something to hold onto, something real and immovable.

He rubbed his fingers against her most intimate place and she was done. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she screamed his name as her body erupted. She just exploded! That was the end of Sawada Tsunako, who had died happily in the arms of the man that she loved.

"Kufufufufu ~ your body is so innocent, Tsu-kun. We haven't even gotten started yet and you've already climaxed." He pressed his lips to her ear. "Don't leave me behind so soon."

She gulped and nodded and wiggled her toes just to make sure she could. Her body tingled strangely, hypersensitive as Mukuro trailed kisses down her body to her already molested nipples. He kissed one perky bud before suckling from the other.

"R-Rokudoooo…" Her hands went to his hair and tangled in the cool, light wisps of blue. "Rokudo!" She gasped and keened as his hand, still between her legs, began to rub again, slick with her juices. Her heart thumped at the thought.

Her body went ramrod stiff, arching off the blanket, mouth falling open, eyes impossibly wide, as a single finger slipped between her folds… inside of her.

'I, I can't think… I… This is…' "So good…"

"Good," Mukuro murmured against his pink treat. And then he travelled lower, tongue following the curves of her breast till they dipped between every rib and fell into the slope of her belly. He seemed to be incredibly fond of her naval.

And that one finger was moving. Curling inside of her, twisting around, it was as if her entire being was focused at that one point in her body. Then that finger stretched and it touched something that sent of jolt of discomfort through her.

"W-wait, Rokudo…"

"There it is." He trailed his hair against her saliva-moistened skin, startling her with a flash of pleasure. "Your virginity at the tip of my finger…"

"Take it."

He looked up at her through his bangs and she smiled at him. "I love you… So, please…" She fiddled with his hair nervously. "I-If I really am y-your princess, then I, I order you to, to…"

"Make you mine?"

"Y-yes."

"Kufufufufu ~ don't you know? The evil wizard obeys no one's whim." He stretched up her body, his hand leaving her most intimate place, and kissed her with all the gentleness and care that could ever be bestowed upon another. "But maybe just this once, neh? Because it is my princess who orders me and how could I go against my heart?"

"S-so corny…"

"You love it."

She did.

He spread her legs and nestled his hips down in the cradle of them. He used one hand to guide his manhood to her entrance while the other held his weight up next to her waist. She clung him with all of her strength, face pressed to his thundering heart. 'It feels like it's going as fast as mine is…'

"You need to relax, Tsu-kun, so that this won't hurt as much."

She nodded and took a deep breath.

Tsunako felt his head first, rubbing against her entrance, his pre-cum wet against her damp lips. And then he slipped… into her.

Her nails bit into his lower back as she was stretched beyond imagination. It burned, not in a painful way, but not in a good way either.

He paused for a second. "This is going to hurt for a moment, Tsu-kun."

"I, I know."

"Don't hesitate to give me your pain. Bite, claw, it will be okay, neh?"

"O-okay…"

He kissed her as he swiveled his hips and thrust, breaking through her last proof of innocence. She cried out into his mouth, bloody grooves forming where her fingers had caught on his skin, and just barely managed to not bite through his tongue.

It really did hurt.

"There you go, Tsu-kun… You're so tight and warm, this must be what home feels like… My home. My princess. Mine."

She nodded. Because she was finally, without being an object but a person, happy to be his. "I love you…"

"You're my heart," he whispered back. "How could anyone be as precious as you?" He bucked carefully, testing her response, and when she groaned, he pushed deeper. She arched off the blanket and gasped. "It's impossible."

Their hands wove together, fingers intertwined, above her head as he built a rhythm between them, slow and uncoordinated at first but quickly becoming fluent.

She looked him in the eye with the last bit of sanity she had left. "It's not… B-because you're precious t-to me too."

~::~

The fear struck her in the afterglow of what they had done. Not that it would be a terrible thing, but it would definitely be bad timing a-and they still had to finish school and they were still so young with so much ahead of them…

"I'm sterile," Mukuro said, striking her suspicions with a fatal blow. "Even if we wanted to have children, it would be impossible."

"Oh. Oh…" She petted his hair out of his face and frowned. "I see…"

He smiled mirthlessly down at her. "You would have made an incredible mother in good time. To see your belly swell with our child would have been…" He trailed off as he looked distantly inward, stroking her side. "It would have been an experience."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I actually find it amusing, the things I can do and yet I can't do anything about myself."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, nothing… Just post-orgasm nonsense. It happens to everyone. Oya ~ you should try it."

She butted her forehead against his, closing her eyes. "I can't think of anything to say. A part of me is too happy to sleep, but the other part just wants to close my eyes and never wake up in case this is a dream."

"Do you have dreams like this?"

"All the time. I missed you so much when you were gone. So much!"

He kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm back now. I'm not leaving you again, remember? I would be a fool too, especially with the admirers you have now."

"You mean Hibari-san?"

"Is that his name?"

"Yeah. He's the chairman of Namimori High's Disciplinary Committee." She felt sorry for turning him down. She could only imagine how much effort he had had to put into approaching her, being as proud and shy as he was. "But he's just one guy, what do you mean by admirers?"

"Oya ~ I think the most difficult thing I'm ever going to have to teach you is just how irresistible you are. If there is one, I can assure you that there are plenty more, just waiting for you to turn their way and give them the time of day."

She thought about Yamamoto and Ryohei. But they were just friends, so it was okay, right? Then again… suddenly, that Valentine's Day didn't seem so innocent.

Mukuro rolled onto his back and pulled her over his chest, always touching her in the most treasuring of ways. "Now, sleep, Tsu-kun. You can't wake up from reality."

~::~

Having the whole gang back was like realizing that she hadn't minded having an extra, unresponsive limb that occasionally spastically hindered her, just in time to tell the surgeon to stop cutting it off.

The moment Ken and Chikusa saw them, their demeanors changed.

For one, Ken started yelling at her, screaming at her to be stronger and not be so forward and, damn it, stop smiling at me! These were, apparently, all the things she had needed to do against Birds – except that last one. By that last command, he had looked flustered and red in the face and she couldn't have stopped herself from laughing if she had tried.

Chikusa had taken a much calmer approach and simply patted her head, telling her that it was good that she was okay.

Lancia-Sensei had been there for some reason too. She had no clue why the sensei would be hanging around with Mukuro's gang of boys, but he had smiled grimly for her and handed her a ring, telling her to keep it on her always as a token of his gratitude.

A token of gratitude for what?, she had asked.

Lancia-Sensei had glanced subtly at Mukuro before turning back to her and saying, Simply for being who you are.

She was secretly happy that M.M. hadn't shown her face.

The gang, minus Mukuro, came over to her house the day they returned from wherever they had gone. Her dad was home, looking uncharacteristically serious and ruthless as he had given the group of four the world's darkest glare.

She wasn't sure why, but she had the slightest inkling that her dad didn't like her friends for reasons that didn't include Mukuro being her boyfriend. But what other reason was there? Besides the fact that they all attended Kokuyo and Kokuyo was the root of all of her bad memories. And the fact that they just oozed badass. …

Wait, were those the reasons?

No, because Tsunako had seen her dad act friendlier to a burglar brandishing a handgun once than he acted around her friends.

Even more confusing, her friends seemed to hold an equally if not larger dislike for her dad. But, why? Only Lancia-Sensei appeared to hold any respect in Iemitsu, taking a seat next to him at the kitchen table and beginning a halfway domestic conversation while shooing them with the other hand.

Ken, Chikusa, and she played video games into the wee hours of the morning.

It wasn't till she woke up, Ken snoring on the ground and Chikusa propped up against the wall while she had, at some point, been placed in her bed, that it occurred to her that mom had not been home.

How far did her dad's distrust in her friends go?

The gang enrolled in Namimori and seeing Mukuro's gang and her friends integrate… well. Horror and humor had never before come together in such harmony.

Ken tried to bite off Yamamoto's batting arm – nearly succeeded – only to be terrified of Ryohei and his demands for him to join the Boxing Club he was captain of. Kyoko seemed to enjoy Chikusa's silent company as well. And then there was Lancia-Sensei, who Yamamoto took an instant liking to (he seemed the type to befriend anyone who looked severe enough). For some reason, Yamamoto suspected that Lancia-Sensei was hiding a mean right curveball behind his frown.

Tsunako decided not to ask.

The only person who eventually did not enjoy the new arrangement at all was Hibari-san. He still talked to Tsunako…. Sometimes. Usually, he just nodded his head at her and then walked away. But when it came to the new students stepping a toe out of line, he was there in a flash to tie them down in a bundle and throw them right back behind it.

Or, to use his favorite quote, Bite them to death.

~::~

Tsunako sighed and cuddled down into Mukuro's pillow, waiting for her boyfriend to get back from the market with ice cream and a movie.

She was hoping he would pick a comedy. But she knew him better than she knew herself and, by the time he was destined to return, she was dead certain they would be watching a horror movie. Why? Because she hated horror movies, hated them; they did their job and actually horrified her, which was terrible when one such as herself was watching a horror movie with such a person as Mukuro, who thought the genre in general was nearly the same thing as the comedy category.

Besides, he would want her getting scared – because when she got scared, she climbed all over him. That amused him more than any movie could.

Asshole.

Then she smiled into the cushion. Well, she hated horror movies; but at least it undoubtedly brought them closer together.

Who knew, maybe she could trick him into making comfort love. Oh, she was so sneaky!

She heard the front door unlock. "Tsu-kun, I'm back ~ Are you where I left you?"

She was out of bed so fast, the sheets tangled around her ankles and slammed her into the floor.

After a few painful moments of saying an intimate hello to the floor, she looked up to see feet in front of her. Following them up long legs, she eventually saw Mukuro's twinkling eyes fondly staring down at her. "This is not where I left you at all."

"Yeah, well… Help?" She held out a hand and he took it, swinging her up and off the ground and into the cradle of his arms. Princess-style. "Hiieee! You really don't have to keep doing that!"

"Oya ~ what do you mean? What am I doing?"

"This carrying kink of yours!"

"What carrying kink?"

"You're always carrying me around!"

"I am? How strange, I've never noticed."

Of course he hadn't. She glared at him as he sat down on the couch and arranged her comfortably in his lap. When his only response was to smile joyfully at her, she knew she had to give in and did so with a sigh. "What are we watching?"

He tucked a thin blanket around them as his other hand went to the remote. He must have popped the movie in before checking on her. "It's a classic."

"… Okay… What's it called?"

His smile was too angelic. "A Nightmare On Elm Street!"

She eyeballed him suspiciously. "I've never heard of it."

"Prepare to meet the true face of classic horror."

She met it. Quite frankly, after trying three different times to crawl through Mukuro, she was done meeting it.

Mukuro grabbed her the fourth time she tried to squeeze the life out of her and sent them both the ground, him over her. "Kufufufufu!" he laughed uncontrollably. "Kufufufufu!"

"I-it's not fun – HIIEEEEEEE!" She buried her face in his chest as Freddy Krueger went about doing what he did best to teenagers and their dreams. "Rokudo!"

He petted her gently. "Oya ~ let me put your fears to rest, Tsu-kun." He kissed her as a character screamed in the background.

Oh, yeah. She was so sneaky. Did it count if he brought it up first? She swallowed thickly and trembled. "O-okay… but f-first, please turn t-that off…"

"Only because it is my princess that asks."

Silence envelopes the room as he kisses her again, deeper, and his hands wander beneath her clothes. 'But how did he turn off the TV…?' Tsunako asked herself.

When he sat up and shouldered off his cameo shirt, leaving his chest open for her speculation, she decided it didn't matter.

Not in their two-person world.

~::~

Author's Note: Let me explain what sort of AU this is – Tsuna is a girl, obviously. And she has not been predestined to be Vongola 10th, again, obviously enough. But that doesn't mean that the Vongola does not exist in this story. I hope a majority of my readers got the hints I dropped along the way.

The reason why Mukuro and gang are in Namimori and not Gokudera or Reborn or Lambo? Well, simply put, Tsunako is still part of the mafia, whether she knows of it or not. And she is still the granddaughter of an Italian Don; plus, her dad still plays a huge part in the safety of the mafia because his position as CEDEF (notice how, in the story, Tsunako only knows of his cover job? The reason why she doesn't think he's dead is because that, in the manga, Iemitsu does eventually return home and so did Iemitsu in this story).

Gokudera didn't come to Japan till Reborn told him to come. Lambo came to Japan to follow Reborn. But if Reborn isn't tutoring Tsuna (or Tsunako in this case), then why would Reborn come at all? Iemitsu certainly wouldn't be conducting mafia business so close to home.

I thought I would give a hand at having mafia without having Tsuna knowingly be mafia.

Fun, isn't it?

But now Mukuro's uncharacteristically romantic to someone he knows is part of the mafia… Should I write a prequel explaining how it turned from being a mission of world domination into a love story? I know I should, but I don't even know if I can…