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So I failed horribly at trying to crank out a whole week in one day, I'm sorry! I'm going to trickle Mimato Week down to this week instead. It's not like anyone will mind. I had meant for these to be one-shots only but I decided to make it a mini-series comprised of moments to celebrate their relationship ups and downs. They will be short though so no complaints!

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Hope you all enjoyed Day 2. Without further ado, here's Day 3: Sinful Sunday – just a short dirty moment. It will start out in Mimi's POV then switch over to Yamato then back and forth. WARNING: This is not for the faint of heart! Absolutely rated MA so if you're not comfortable with it, skipping this chapter will not impact the mini-series progression at all.

Shut Up and Touch Me

Mimi lay sprawled on the bed as she took a sidelong glance at her friend who stood before the floor-length mirror wrapped in a towel, a flush evident against her tanned skin.

"Ne, Mimi… is this really okay?" Sora smiled nervously as she eyed the yellow cream strapless dress from the shopping bag Mimi brought in. It had a sweetheart neckline and the soft flowing skirt stopped above the knees.

Mimi nodded as she rolled off the bed, grabbed some pins from the vanity, and stood behind her friend. She gestured towards Sora's ginger hair. "It's the least I could do after you offered to let me stay all summer."

"Of course you can stay with me. My dorm mate moved out and nobody's come to claim the spot. Why turn you away when I have an extra bed?" Sora leaned back and Mimi grabbed a section of Sora's hair from the right, twisted it back and fastened it with two pins. "You don't need to give me anything in return for helping my best friend." She grabbed her straightener and twisted her hair in different directions to create soft beachy waves.

"Well, thank you. I wouldn't have anywhere else to go otherwise…"

Sora gave her a hug then slipped into the dress and grabbed the white cardigan it paired with.

Mimi gestured to a pair of espadrilles in another shopping bag and demanded her friend accept and wear it. It was Sora's first date with Taichi and she could tell her friend was nervous. "Sora, you look great. Taichi will faint after he sees you!"

Sora giggled as she grabbed her bag and made for the door. "I sure hope not. I don't think I can carry him in these heels."

Mimi laughed and waved Sora off. "Have fun, Sora-chan! Say hi to Taichi for me."

Sora smiled and nodded then locked the door behind her.

Mimi sighed. It had been two weeks since she left New York. Two weeks since she and Yamato…

Apart from all the drinking and the dancing, she had not expected to take Yamato's first kiss let alone go home with him and keep at it for hours. It was a wonder they didn't do more than that, seeing as how passionate it had all been. Knowing Yamato, he probably didn't want to take advantage of a girl under the influence. What a gentleman… unlike that guy.

Her parents had allowed her all summer off from college in order to… collect herself. She had fled as fast as she could, booking the first available flight to Japan. She sat by the window and gazed out, willing herself not to think about her parents and what they would make her do after the summer was over and fall quarter begins.

Her phone chimed. She looked at the screen and heat spread from her face to her ears. It was Yamato.

She checked her messages and smiled. Join me for dinner? Yes, please. Yamato had been so busy with finals that she hadn't spent much considerable time with him since that morning. They met up for brief lunch dates and talked. He asked questions she didn't want to answer but eventually did. Yamato had creatively cursed and held her tightly, telling her sweet nothings and promising to keep her safe. The brief lunches grew longer and next thing she knew, Yamato was asking her to be his girlfriend. It had all happened so fast yet, she couldn't say no. She knew she couldn't stay but she couldn't say anything but yes with all her heart.

Even Sora had been supportive. She told Mimi about her confession to Yamato and how embarrassing it had been. She had encouraged Mimi and told her that it was no small thing for Yamato to fall for a girl so she better not break his heart.

Mimi texted him back and agreed. Apparently, he was already on his way.

She examined herself in the mirror and changed into her black Rebecca Taylor bare back dress with a plunging V-neck and pleated waist. The skirt flowed freely just past her knees and she reached back to tie the crisscross string into a bow. She wore gold dangling earrings with a gold bracelet and matched it up with champagne gold high-heeled sandals. Her hair fell in soft waves, framing her heart-shaped face.

It was her first dinner date with Yamato and she couldn't contain the nervousness and excitement. She locked up and made her way down to his car where he waited. From a short distance she could see him leaning on his car, looking down at his watch. He looked so handsome. He had on a black button up shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbow, a gray pant suit and black shoes. She looked to herself and smiled. She couldn't help but think how much they made a perfect pair.

He checked the black dial of his chrome watch to make sure they weren't running late for their dinner reservation. They had about a half hour and it wasn't far. His head came up when he heard the tapping of heels against the marble floor tiles. There she was, sauntering over to him, hips swaying, a sweet smile on her face but all he did was blink. Was he seeing right? Yes, she was already very beautiful to begin with but he didn't expect to see so much skin. Not that he was complaining. He blinked again and as soon as she reached him, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Her warmth spread through him like fire. He stifled a groan as her breast grazed his arm when she got in the car.

This was going to be a very difficult evening.

He drove off, hands gripped so tightly at the wheel the whites of his knuckles were showing. He heard a chuckle escape her lips and he turned ever so slightly but his eyes immediately fell to the nearly exposed mounds on her chest. His head felt so hot, he could feel it in his ears. He couldn't help it, they were very distracting.

"It's okay, Yamato." She spoke softly.

"What?"

"You're my boyfriend now. No shame in looking."

He tore his eyes away immediately just in time to see red flashing lights and the railway crossing gates go down. He looked at his watch and cursed under his breath. This was going to be at least five minutes and they risked being late to their reservation.

He sighed and relaxed his grip on the wheel, one hand reaching for hers and entwining their fingers together. He raised it up and placed a kiss on her hand. "You look beautiful, Mimi."

Mimi's cheeks visibly reddened and he saw her mouth open but no words came out. She was so beautiful, he never noticed just how much she'd blossom over the years she was away. Since they were stuck at the crossing, he might as well make the most of it.

He leaned over, his free hand under her chin, and pressed his lips softly against hers. She gasped against his lips in surprise but soon parted her lips to grant him entry. Her hands slid to his hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss with his tongue. Her skin was hot to the touch as his hands roamed her body and she didn't stop him, instead she arched her back and granted him more access. The feeling of her touch through his hair and her mouth moving passionately against his sent a pang of desire through him so strong, if the gates hadn't lifted, he would have grabbed her and pinned her on the seat.

It took all of his self-control to resume a steady breathing rhythm but one quick glance at her destroyed his effort. Her lids were lowered and eyes dark with passion, it was as if her mind continued where they had left off.

To hell with dinner. He changed directions and headed straight for his dorm. On the way, he was sure to shoot Taichi a text letting him know that him and Mimi are having dinner at the dorm and cannot be disturbed. Taichi shot him back a text of an emoji with a stupid grin and a thumbs up.

As soon as they pulled up to the dormitories, Mimi turned to him with her brows raised. "Where are we going, Yamato?"

He turned to her, a flame of desire evident in his eyes. "I'm not hungry anymore."

A short gasp escaped her lips and soon after exiting his car, their mouths once again continued their epic clash. Her fingers moved down his back, digging into his muscles with a fierce possession. If she kept touching him like that, all his control might slip completely and he'd take her right there.

They made their way to his dorm in a tangle of mouths and hands roving all over each other until she moaned and spurred him to action. He lifted up her skirt and hoisted her up against him, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he shuffled to his dorm. His desire was so great, it was a miracle they made it to his door without pulling her into a cleaning closet.

When they were inside, he set her down and paused. "Are you sure?"

Mimi lifted her hand and wrapped her fingers through his golden hair, her eyes glazed with yearning. "Shut up and touch me."

Without a moment's hesitation, he kicked the door shut, locked it, and propped a chair under the knob, just in case Taichi decided to be a prick.

Her eyes blazed with a hunger that matched his own as they continued their passionate dance with mouths and tongues and hands all the way to his bed.

They couldn't kiss deeply enough and his mouth soon traveled to her ear and her neck where he did things he didn't know would cause such pleasure to come out of her mouth. His hand roamed and found a breast, the other caressing down her bare back and sliding under her skirt to grab her firm buttock. He nipped at her neck as he pulled at the string that kept her dress together. He broke away briefly to watch as the top portion fell away, revealing her naked breasts, peaked with arousal. He loosed a breath at the sight and marveled at her pure raw beauty.

"Yamato, please…" Mimi held her arms out at him and in a heartbeat, brought himself crashing down to claim one of her breasts in his mouth as he kneaded one with his hand.

She moaned at the feel of his touch and hot tongue flicking back and forth against her breast. She could feel one of his hands trailing down her stomach, pulling her dress down past her legs until it was discarded on the floor. His hand traveled to her lacy thong; instead of removing it, he moved it to the side in order to slide a finger inside her. Her eyes shot open in surprise as her body contracted and wrapped tightly around his finger. She arched her back against him, bringing herself closer and grinding herself against his hand. Another finger slipped in, his thumb caressing that sensitive bud that sent shivering heat along every inch of her body. "Y-Yamato…"

Her hands tore at his shirt, her fingertips running down the hard muscles of his shoulders. His mouth released hold of her breast as he trailed hot kisses down her stomach and slid between her thighs. Without removing his fingers, he began to feast on her, suckling at her most sensitive part as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. She screamed his name in delight and he didn't stop until the white heat that rose up from her caused her body to convulse in sheer blinding ecstasy.

They broke away, panting and Yamato unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Mimi went to him, kissing and gnawing at his lips, his neck, his ear. It was as if she had a hundred mouths and a large field of muscle to cover. She wanted him, here, now.

She grappled with his belt buckle and undid his pants. Her hand brushed over the hardness of his crotch and he let out a low growl as he hastily shrugged off his pants and undergarment, revealing a hard throbbing manhood, ready to bury itself in her.

She reached over and kissed his jaw, her hand sliding up and down his length. She moved down for a closer look and licked at the gathering moisture on his tip. His eyes widened as Mimi's mouth wrapped around him, licking and suckling, teasing as she moved up and down as far as she could go.

"M-Mimi… ah!" Yamato threw his head back, blood roaring through him as her fingers, mouth, and tongue caressed the bulb and length of him. With a deep groan and an overwhelming burning desire to be inside her, his hands grabbed her waist and lifted her up, setting her down on the bed with his mouth crushing into hers once more. Tongues flickered about, teeth nipping at each other as he slid his pulsating shaft inside her in a slow thrust that had her fracturing around him.

The sensation of pain was brief and hardly noticeable as it was masked by the immense pleasure that sent a crackling shock of heat throughout her body. The slow rhythm increased to match the hunger they felt for each other and Yamato's heavy breathing matched Mimi's in between her moaning and crying out his name.

Without missing a beat, he continued to pound inside of her as he hoisted them in a sitting position. Mimi's legs were wrapped around his waist, her breasts rubbing against his muscular chest and face as he held her waist in a steady grip, lifting her weight up and down against him.

They moved together with unending and burning euphoria, their breaths and cries mingled as they reached a crescendo that sent them both over the precipice.

He wasn't sure how many hours had passed but they laid in his bed, naked and tangled up in each other's arms. He gazed down at her sleeping face, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Her breathing was even and her heart steady unlike his, still raging and hammering against his chest at the sight of her in all her glory.

They had done it. Both of them, for the first time with each other after… two weeks of dating. He shook his head, not caring about how little time they had been together. It was a wonder in itself that he even lasted two weeks without taking her.

There were no regrets. She had said so herself. It doesn't matter if they were together two weeks, two months, or two years. He knew one thing for sure: he loved her. He loved her with such a fury that it threatened to rip him to pieces at the thought of being away from her. And even without her words, he knew she felt the same way too.

He dipped his head to plant a soft kiss on her hair. She moaned softly and stirred against him, causing a hot reaction from his body. He stiffened as she woke, her lids slowly fluttering open.

Before he could take her again, her stomach grumbled followed by his. They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"How about that dinner?" Mimi raised a brow.

"Of course, my love. I hope you find takeout suitable in light of our current… situation." His eyes roaming down her body as he reached for his phone.

Mimi smiled at him innocently. "Well… I'm not picky when I'm hungry but I do have a condition."

Yamato raised a brow in question as he waited for his call to be picked up. "Hm?"

"You have to keep me occupied while we wait…" She bit her lip and opened her leg in a silent invitation that sent fire from his manhood to the rest of his body.

He growled low in his throat and pulled her over him just as his call was answered. He stumbled over his words and struggled to place his order as Mimi tortured and toyed with him.

"T-Thank you… yes… 45 minutes… a-ahh… y-yeah… I-I'll be here..." He ended the call promptly, eyes alight as he grinned slyly at Mimi. "Damn you, woman. I'll make you pay for that."

Mimi pulled back from his length with a flicker of her tongue and giggled at him. "You have 45 minutes."