As the Wind Turns
(or The Many Lovers of Sakura Mikan)

Chapter 6:
Natsume Hyūga

"This is not part of the plan!" Mikan hisses as Natsume-kun trails his hands up her thighs.

Natsume-kun shoots her a dry look. "Obviously," he mutters, nuzzling his nose along her neck. "But if you'd rather go swimming with the alligators on the other end of the house, I can go with that too."

Mikan refuses to admit that he had a point, just as she refuses to kiss him on the lips. Natsume-kun exhales harshly and bites down on her neck punishingly, and that sets her off, just like it normally did.

It wasn't fair. She'd been getting better at controlling herself. It's been a week since she last had sex, since Tono-senpai on her damn birthday, and it's the longest she'd ever gone without sex.

Self-gratification is another story entirely, but shit, she'd been fine until this goddamn mission.

Their hard drive was in the computer, copying important information from a businessman suspected of selling government secrets to a Turkish terrorist faction. Japan had no idea which information the Turks would be interested in, but there was no doubt that it would be bad if any of their secrets made its way into their hands. So again and again, they sent in agents who didn't come out of there alive, until the Academy was finally called in to help. And with Tsubasa-sama still on-site in his previous mission (whatever the hell that was), Mikan was sent to help Natsume-kun sneak into the businessman's little house party and gather the files from his study.

Natsume-kun inhales sharply when she grinds against him, and it's just so damn lucky that the guards choose that moment to noisily enter the room because Mikan doesn't know how else to explain her reaction.

The guards are quiet as they observed Mikan and Natsume-kun, and after a few minutes of silence, Mikan has the sinking feeling they were just going to watch. And neither Mikan nor Natsume-kun could leave until the drive, disguised as her purse, finishes copying the computer's contents and erases everything on the computer.

Kami-sama. It was the Ruka-pyon situation all over again, only worse, because this time it's Natsume.

Natsume-kun seems to come to the same conclusion, because he swears in a low voice and pulls away to look down at her. There's an apology in his eyes, and Mikan can do nothing else but close her eyes and accept the kiss he places on her lips.

Why do these things have to happen to her? What has she done so wrong that all these twisted situations keep happening to her?

The guards are almost forgettable in the quiet of the room, and Natsume-kun's hands are kind and steady as he moves them under her dress.

Mikan doesn't want his gentleness.

She tugged at his hair and gives him a firm look. "No time," she insists in a slightly loud voice. "Just do it."

Natsume-kun gives her a frustrated look, but says, "Fine," in what was almost a snarl before he meshes their lips together in a furious kiss, teeth clicking and tongues tangling together. His hands move off her back to rip the lacey fabric wrapped around her hips, and Mikan drenches herself at the sound as it brings back memories of Tsubasa-sama doing the same thing.

It's clear that Natsume's surprised when he feels how wet she already is, and he lets out a shuddering breath before pushing his fingers inside to prepare her for him. He's hot and insanely skilled as he quickly finds that wonderful spot inside her that has her shaking and coming almost instantly. Natsume leans his forehead against hers, crimson eyes staring into her brown ones so intensely that she snaps her eyes shut to keep him from seeing her fall apart.

Mikan whimpers and holds onto him tightly as he moves his hand away and pushes his hot, hot length into her, and Mikan thinks she's boiling from the inside out.

"Oh God," he moans, and it isn't fair that he sounds absurdly sexy. Mikan barely remembers not to say his name and shoves her tongue into his mouth none too gracefully to keep herself from talking.

Natsume fucks her fast and hard, and Mikan's crying against his lips as she orgasms over and over again. And when Natsume comes, he pulls out thoughtfully even though the gesture leaves hot trails of him on her skin.

"Excuse me." The voice brings her back to reality, and the reality is that she just fucked Natsume in front of two guards in a room where she's committing government espionage. "Sorry to interrupt sir, ma'am. But this room is strictly off-limits."

Mikan can't bring herself to look at them and hides her face behind her hair, her eyes falling on the computer to see that the files are nearly done, thank God.

Natsume graciously takes the lead. "It is?" he asks in a chagrined voice. "Sorry, sorry, we were just…enjoying the party. Privately."

The guards shift on their feet. "If it's okay, we'd like to escort you to the washroom so you can…freshen up. And then we're bringing you back to the party."

"That would be wonderful," Mikan replies as the drive completes its copying program and instantly deletes everything on the computer, and she cringes when her voice comes out breathless. She uses her toes to detach the connecting cable from the computer and pulls the purse to her, fixing the cable so that it looks like the purse's strap. Natsume helps her fix her appearance, then nods at the guards, who lead them to the wash room.

Barely an hour later, they're driving back to the Academy, mission completed.

"Mikan—"

"Forget about it, Natsume-kun," she says immediately. His silence is surly and reflective and everything dangerous in Mikan's book.

"I can't."

Mikan grits her teeth, self-hate boiling in her gut as she reaches for Natsume's hand on the steering wheel. Natsume jerks his hand away, but it's too late—she's already taken the memory of them away from him.

"What—?"

"Don't ask," she advises, not looking at him. "You didn't want to know."

She feels Natsume's eyes on her, and in turn, she keeps her eyes on the road. "Did I say I didn't want to know?" Natsume asks, his voice bearing none of the tension and regret it had carried seconds ago.

"Yes," she says, and her tongue burns with the lie just as her lips still tingle with his kiss.

Author's Note

This is for everyone who wanted a Natsume/Mikan scene. And let me tell you, I actually didn't want to do this pairing, but I think it turned out nice and angsty.

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