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Dance with Me

Chapter 5 – Burned

Natsume's POV

Since the moment I saw Mikan, I had craved her fire. It seemed as if I was a moth that kept wanting to got to the light. Except unlike the moth, I knew for a fact that I could get burned. Burned by everything about her. Her lips, her scent, her body. Her dance.

It set something up in me. It wasn't the normal burn of desire. I wanted her. I craved to be burned by her fire. And it seemed that I already was.

"Feisty one isn't she?" Koko said as he followed my gaze on her while she served drinks around the club. "She's really something."

There was a tone in his voice that I didn't like but I just shrugged it off. "She's incredibly interesting." I said as my gaze was fixed on her movements.

From the moment I accidentally bumped into her during that boring dance audition, I knew there was something about her. If it wasn't for that damn Koizumi I would've talked to her. Or maybe teased her more likely.

Truth be told she was on my mind for the rest of the day and imagine my surprise when the new girl Ruka and Hotaru was talking about was her. And then I saw her dance. And she plagued my mind even more.

"So, you going to take the Saturday shift?" Koko asked me as he seemed to keen on cleaning the glassware in his hands.

I shrugged. "Maybe," I murmured. It wasn't that I needed the extra money—I had more of that than I could handle. "Is there going to be any event this weekend?"

"None that I know of."

"I'll take the Saturday." I replied as I gulped down my shot in one go. I stood up and wandered around the club for the perfect spot to watch Polkadots.

I was sure she was teasing me. She keeps on almost falling. Her skirt lifting to reveal smooth thighs and it just needs to show some more … and then it covers her skin again. For a great dancer, she can be very clumsy.

When I danced with her a while ago and I touched the hem of her skirt, almost touching the bare skin of her thighs, I knew I was going to have a hard time going home. And now she was prancing around almost all of the guys ogling her smooth long legs. It was bothering me how they were looking at her. Like she was some sort of piece of meat. But I couldn't really blame them; I probably looked at her like that as well.

Unlike all the other girls, who were dressed in see through tops and skirts(that were more like belts), she was breathtaking. Dressed in a simple pink off-shoulder top and a white skirt, I couldn't keep my eyes of her. Especially now that her hair cascaded down her back in loose waves since I took her hair tie when we danced a while ago.

I wasn't planning on doing anything other than watching her because that seems to be the number one thing I enjoy doing other than dancing with her and maybe sometimes teasing her. But when I saw someone suddenly feel the smooth skin on her thighs, I saw red. And when her cheeks were coated in pink as she looked embarrassed at what the man had done, I was a goner. I didn't like anyone touching what was mine.

The man had stood up and gripped her wrist as she tried her hardest to make him let go. I could see her eyes filling up with tears. Her fragile body had little chance against that guy.

I unconsciously crossed the floor from my spot in the shadows and in no time at all I was holding the man by his collar. If it weren't for Ruka suddenly placing a hand on my shoulder I would've beaten the guy into a pulp.

"Natsume?" I lower the man in front of me and look towards my best mate, Ruka.

His eyebrows are raised and his lips are slightly curved to show that he is amused.

"What?" I grumbled at him as I turned back to the man who dared to touch her. Dared to touch what was mine.

The man was already scurrying away even before the club's bouncers could escort him out. I wanted to run after him and pummel his face but Ruka had a firm grip on my wrist that restrained me. Not that something as small as that could restrain me but I knew there were more pressing matters at hand.

Mikan was crying on Hotaru's shoulder while Hotaru had her arms around my girl's shaking frame. Shit. There I am again with saying "mine". She wasn't mine. Yet.

I was actually surprised at how Hotaru was acting. I have never seen her show sympathy to a person she just recently met. Heck, I've never seen her show sympathy to anyone.

Hotaru continued to rub her back as she tried to calm her down. I was starting to envy her because she was the one Mikan was holding onto so tightly like that.

"Snap out of it, Natsume." Ruka said placing a hand on my shoulder. Stopping me from thinking of anything remotely bad about his girlfriend. He knew from my tensed posture what I could have been thinking.

I shook my head clear of my current thoughts as Hotaru tried to loosen Mikan's hold on her. She noticed how I was looking at her holding Mikan.

When Hotaru had finally coaxed Mikan at out her shoulder, Mikan had red puffy eyes. It made me want to run after the guy and punch his face off. But Ruka's hold on my shoulder made me stay.

Mikan was still slightly sobbing and a few tears were still running down her cheeks but I knew from the pace of her breathing that she was finally calming down.

"Natsume," I turn my eyes to see Hotaru looking at me. "Take Mikan home."

Mikan released a few sobs and hiccups. "I'm fine Hotaru," Another hiccup. "And I'm still not done with my shift."

Hotaru gripped Mikan's shoulders that made Mikan look at her. "You're done," She said flatly. "Natsume take her home."

My eyes widened at what happened next. Hotaru just tilted her head and gestured to Mikan. But from the look in her eyes, I knew I had to be careful of what I'd do next.

I approached Mikan and cupped her cheeks as I wiped the remaining tears on her cheeks. She looked up at me with those dazzling hazel brown eyes of hers and I knew I would never do anything to hurt her. Seeing her fragile like this made me feel protective of her. No one was going to able to do this to her again.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed her face against the front of my shirt. She held on tightly to my shirt as I could feel her tears through the wetness spreading on my shirt.

I rub her back up and down and brush my fingers through her hair in a soothing manner. I could feel her shaking lessen and her sobs turn into small hiccups. Even I felt more calm now that I had her in my arms.

I felt her grip on my shirt loosen and her arms wrap around me as she inhales while her face was still pressed against my chest. This action snaps me out of my Mikan induced trance and I remember that we were still in Hotaru's club.

I look up to find Ruka looking at me with an amused expression and even Hotaru had an eyebrow raised at what I just did. I try to keep my face blank even though I was certain my usually unemotional face was probably blushing from embarrassment. I wanted to bury my face into Mikan's hair but I knew that'd probably just creep her out. And I definitely didn't want that.

A sudden action on the corner of my eye suddenly grabs my attention as I look towards Hotaru. She inconspicuously signals me to go out her face still as stoic as ever.

I coax Mikan out of her hold on me and lead her outside with my hand possessively placed on the small of her back. Before we were able to get outside Hotaru suddenly gets in our way.

Her gaze is questioning and it makes me tense up for a minute. "Don't you dare make her cry again." She mouths at me before she moves back beside Ruka. I barely see Ruka smile down at his girlfriend before we exit outside. Ruka and I may be the best of friends but his girlfriend is just plain scary.

Mikan's breathing was almost back to normal as I guided her to my black Lamborghini Gallardo. I opened the passenger and easily guided her inside and put her seat belt on before I practically ran to the drivers side and started the car. I put on my seatbelt and adjusted the temperature to a slight cool so it wouldn't bother Mikan much.

"Thanks," She said in a whisper as she finally turned to me. And then her hazel brown eyes met my crimson ones.

That moment, I was sure time had stopped. That there were only two people in the world and that this girl was the only one that ever mattered. Everything blurred around us but she remained so clear and vibrant. Like a light at the opening of a cave that guided me to freedom.

I could feel the electricity all around us. Playing against my skin making me feel warm and intoxicated. I felt our bodies in sychronize as we both leaned towards each other. Closer and closer. Until I could feel her sweet smelling breath on my lips.

Then a loud clamor of people exiting the club had us suddenly jumping away from each other.

I turned away from her and to steady my breathing. I felt like I had run a marathon with the way my heart was beating in over drive. I almost kissed her. I almost tasted those cherry red lips of hers. The simple thought of kissing her made my body burn with desire.

I concentrated on driving the my car as we exited the parking lot but I couldn't help but glance towards Mikan. Her cheeks were flushed pink and she was breathing heavily. She was gripping her skirt tightly in her hands. It made me remember whhat just happened to her and I cursed myself for forgetting about it.

Someone had almost taken advantage of her. And here I am, thinking of doing the same. Well, not exactly the same but I know you get the idea.

We drove in silence as I headed for the direction where she headed for this morning after I ambushed her at the bakery. I may be a creepy stalker from her perspective but I wasn't a stalker enough to actually find out everything about her including where she currently lived. I'd rather find that out straight from her lips.

"You feeling better now?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Much better thank you," She whispers a reply as she directs her flushed cheeks away from me and her grip tightens on her skirt.

"You really shouldn't wear skirts anymore," Even though I love seeing you in them. "If you don't want others seeing your underwear."

Her cheek flush pink as she pulls at the hem of her skirt.

"I'm wearing shorts," She said in a whisper so low that if I wasn't paying attention to her I wouldn't be able to hear her.

Okay, now the mental image of her wearing tight shorts even shorter than her already short skirt makes my head turn to mush. I needed to think of something different before I had to adjust something.

"Really?" I say a little bit too eager. She looks at me carefully before she nods her head. "Awww... now, I won't be able to see your underwear."

She hits my shoulder with those small hands of hers. "Pervert," She mutters but from the grin on her face I know that she isn't in the least bit angry.

"Hey, you can't blame me for looking," I shrugged as I turned the corner and became just a few blocks away from what I predicted was the vicinity of her apartment. "I wouldn't want to miss it for anything."

"Pervert," She said ducking her head, trying to hide the blush in her cheeks.

"Polka, am I heading in the right direction?" I ask her so that I could see the pretty shade of pink coating her cheeks.

Her head shots up and her gaze focuses on the direction the car was heading. "Oh, um, It's just that building over there in the right," I park and proceed to exit the car.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Her hand suddenly grabs onto my forearm and a sudden jolt of electricity runs throughout my body.

"I'm walking you to your door." I say as if it was the most natural thing to do.

"You don't need to." She said biting her lip. I restrain from staring at her lips.

"I want to." I firmly say.

"I'm fine," She looks at me pleadingly with those sparkling brown eyes of hers. "You've already done so much."

"Walking you to your apartment isn't something much."

"No, but it's—" She released a big sigh. "I just don't want to burden you with this."

"It isn't a burden."

"But you've already done much more than what people would normally do."

I couldn't help the smirk that spread my face. "I'm not like normal people." I said leaning down to her level.

Her eyes glaze over and she unconciously bites her lip. My eyes immediately dart towards her lips and I have that sudden urge to kiss her again. I unconciously lick my lips.

My action suddenly snaps her into reality as she continually blinks her eyes. Then she abruptly flashes me a big smile.

"I know, because if you were normal ..." She whispers teasingly as she pushes herself up and whispers the next words close to my ear. "I can't make you burn."

She surprises me by immediately exiting my car and heading up the building. If I followed after her I would seem too desperate. Mikan was really proving to be something more than just interesting.

I drive away with a too big smile on my face too excited for our meeting tomorrow.

I enter my empty penthouse and proceed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I could see from the kitchen the home phone that had a blinking light from voice mails.

I clicked the button for the playback of all of my voice mails. I didn't really bother listening much since it was probably just some girl that got a hold of my number.

"Natsu-kun~" Next.

"Natsume, this is—" Next.

"Before you click the button this is your sister, Aoi." I sighed. If I didn't listen to this she'll end up calling me repeatedly later. "Stop with your string of girls—" Next.

"I know you'd skip listening to that last message but I just had to say that." Smart little sister. "Well, go get yourself one steady girl friend and— " Next.

"I thought about it for a while and I knew you would probably cut off my rant." I heard her sigh through the phone and I couldn't help but sigh as well. "Mom and Dad want—" I pushed the next button as hard as I could. There wasn't anything to talk to them about. And that was final.

"This is the last message that I'm going to send so at least listen to it until the end. I miss you. Our parents miss you as well. At least call them once in a while."

Beep.

And by that sound I knew it was the end of my entire voice mails for the day. I shut the thought of my family far away in my mind. I just still needed some more time.

I stretched my arms and headed toward my bathroom. I stripped my clothing and set the shower to the coldest setting possible. I wasn't going to jack off to her just because we danced each other. Truth be told, I almost did it last time and she wasn't even grinding against me that time. But jacking off is just really not my style. But if we were going to dance with each other I might be too tempted to. Damn. That would really ruin my image. Polka's too damn sexy for her own good.

I tried to focus on the cold shower cooling my heated body and not Polka's long toned legs. Her beautiful auburn hair. Her dazzling hazel brown eyes that just screamed sex—And I really shouldn't be thinking about these things.

Really, Natsume? Jacking off to a poor girl's image in the bathroom? That's really something.

I ignored my mind and immediately lathered and rinsed my body. I dried myself off and grabbed a pair of boxers and just collapsed on my bed.

I dreamt of lifting her skirt and possessively wrapping those toned legs around my waist all night. But in truth, I barely dreamed anything. The image was just too tempting to be able to drift off.

I watch as the light slowly fills my room. I didn't sleep a wink and I was going to see Polka later. This girl was really making my mind spin. Any advancements I try to make on her, she'll just easily brush away unlike those other girls that practically go gaga.

I ran a hand through my raven hair and headed to the bathroom to take another cold shower. I'd better be safe if I was going to spend my entire morning with my temptress.

I dress myself and immediately head out. I know it's way too early to go to the club so I opt to get a bite instead.

I enter the practically empty coffee shop and proceed to a table in the far corner. By the time my coffee is served, my phone starts playing an upbeat song I didn't know I had.

I look to see that the number is my sister's and grudgingly proceed to answer it.

"What do you want?"

"I heard from Ruka-nii that you have a grilfriend!" She practically screams through the line. I keep my phone about a meter away from my ears to prevent getting deaf. "I want to meet her~!" I sigh and hang up.

I turn off my phone and put it back into my pocket as I finish my cup of coffee. Ruka was going to have it hard later when I see him. She wasn't even my girlfriend. Yet.

Did I really just say I wanted a girlfriend?

My sister was really starting to get to me.

I head out of the cafe and get a cup of hot chocolate and some cookies for Mikan. From what she usually buys from the bakery, I was quite sure she had a sweet tooth. Unlike all the other dancers of the academy who practically starve themselves, my Mikan could actually eat. And there I go again with mine.

I didn't have to wait long for her outside the club. She arrived covered in an overly thick coat, jeans and a pair of boots. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold.

"Here," I handed her the cup of hot chocolate and the bag of cookies. "Something to make you feel warm."

"Thanks," She taking the drink from me.

"Come on," I opened the door and gestured for her to walk in. The moment she stepped through the door she removed her coat to reveal a turtleneck sweater that fit her in all the right places. I tried not to focus on her sweater. "Are you going to teach wearing jeans?"

"I can," She shrugged. "Or would you rather have me wearing tights?"

"Up to you," I shrugged. Please wear the tights!

"I'll stay with the jeans," She said biting her lip teasingly. God really doesn't like me huh. "Let's start."

As she entered the club and I watched the sway of her hips, one thing I knew was that she had burned me. Marked me with her fire. And her essence was now seared into my body leaving me warm even though I wanted to be burning.

Author's note: Did you guys expect that this would be written in Natsume's POV? Even I was surprised when I had started writing it that way but I just hope I did it some justice.

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