Ok, not much to say here. Well, I forgot to do a disclaimer for the last chapter, but I think everyone can guess that if I owned Gakuen Alice, I wouldn't be writing stories about it. I would most likely rub it in everyone's face, like I AM THE OWNER OF GAKUEN ALICE SO BOW DOWN TO ME sorta thing. Anyway, I don't own it.
Natsume was tugging at Mikan's blouse, trying to get it off, when they heard a knock on the door.
The pair quickly jumped apart. Natsume cursed his bad luck- so close! But maybe it was a good thing? If they had gone on uninterrupted, would he have been able to stop himself if Mikan wasn't ready? He discarded the thought, mostly because he didn't know the answer.
"Wh-Who is it?" Mikan called, trying to keep her breathing steady.
"Hotaru. Did you forget it was our movie night? You're the one that went and planned it, yet you forgot all about it. Maybe I should just leave. Bye, Mikan."
"Hotaru! Wait! Give me just a second!" Mikan hurriedly replied. She turned her pleading eyes on Natsume, who rolled his own red pair.
"Where do you want me to go?" He leaned in close to her, brushing his lips against her ear. While he desperately wanted for Mikan to tell her friend to go away, he knew that Mikan was too good of friends with Hotaru to cancel like that.
"How long can you wait in a closet without being heard?" She replied hastily, moving away from the door and pulling him after.
"Oh god…" Natsume rolled his eyes again as Mikan led him towards her closet. He stepped delicately inside. "If you're not done in three hours, I'm going to start looking through your stuff and making a huge racket." He warned.
"I will be! I promise!" Mikan kissed him lightly on the cheek, still blushing furiously, and fixed her appearance in the mirror before opening the door for Hotaru.
Natsume had enough wit to quickly shut the closet door, though he left a crack open for him to see out of. He plopped down, getting ready for three hours of boredom, when he realized he could see the TV.
After just a few moments, the whole room smelled of popcorn and candy, and the lights were all out.
"Ready?" Mikan asked Hotaru. The stoic girl nodded, and Mikan popped the disc in the player.
A zombie movie. Great choice, Polka. Natsume thought. The world's biggest scardey cat was watching a horror movie on a windy winter night, when just a few hours from now, she would be all alone.
Looks like I'll have to keep her company all night… Natsume smiled at the thought of sleeping with his favorite person in his arms. He sighed quietly to himself and then focused all of his attention on the movie.
Approximately two hours and thirty-seven minutes later, Hotaru was heading back to her own room and Natsume was finally able to stand up and stretch out.
As Natsume emerged from the closed, Mikan was already sitting on her bed, a blanket pulled over head. Though he couldn't exactly see it, Natsume knew she was shivering in fear- once again, he chastised her movie choice in his head.
Mikan jumped as someone wrapped their arms around comfortingly. She leaned into the touch, then allowed the blanket to be pulled from her head.
"Why the hell did you choose that movie, Polka? Of all the things to watch, you just had to go and choose something that would terrify the shit out of you."
"I-I didn't think th-that it'd be that sc-scary." Mikan whimpered in defense.
"Guess I have to get your mind off of it…" Natsume whispered in her ear before nibbling on the lobe. She gave a small noise of consent, and then he moved his lips to hers.
Natsume was good at distracting her, all right. As soon as he spoke, she would fling whatever was in her head at the moment out and instead be captivated by his voice. She shivered in anticipation as he ran his hands down her sides, leaving them to rest on her hips.
Natsume began to unbutton Mikan's red flannel pajamas. He moved slowly, making sure to run his hands along her body where each new piece of flesh was exposed. When he finally had it all unbuttoned, he leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth, rolling it back and forth with his tongue.
Mikan moaned in delight. She was sure Natsume was the only one who could make her feel like this. He had one of her breasts in his hands, rolling the nipple back and forth in his fingers roughly, and his mouth was clamped over the other one.
As Natsume when lower with his mouth, he gently pushed Mikan back onto the bed until she was laying down completely. He leaned away for moment to take his shirt off before hooking his fingers around the rim of her pajama bottoms.
"May I?" He asked before continuing at her shaky nod.
Mikan lifted her hips up to help him remove her pants. Her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest. Surely Natsume could hear it? She was sure the world must be able to.
Natsume felt Mikan inhale sharply as he spread her legs open. Gently, slowly, he touched her with his right index finger. He looked up to gage her reaction at what he did.
Mikan's eyes were shut tightly, her mouth open and letting go a string of incoherent words and sounds. When she felt Natsume touch her most sensitive place, she moaned his name softly. Her dream was happening. But she had a bit of doubt, because her dream hadn't felt this good.
Natsume became a bit more adventurous as he heard Mikan call his name, and began to rub at her clit. She arched her back slightly as he continued, working his finger quicker and quicker. He replaced his finger with his mouth, flicking his tongue out.
Mikan all but screamed as she felt something warm and wet against her womanhood. She moved her hands down to Natsume's head, twirling her fingers in his hair as she urged him on.
Natsume slipped his finger into her entrance, which was all but dripping in her arousal. He pumped it slowly while he waited for her to get used to the sensation, then added in another finger.
The room was filled panting and moaning and almost screaming. Mikan looked like she was on the verge of hysterics. She felt something in her lower stomach, that kept growing as Natsume continued on.
Suddenly, she burst. Mikan yelled Natsume's name as she came, and he licked up all of the juices that were flowing out of her.
Mikan looked up after a couple minutes, her head still in a fog. She knew what was next, too. It was Natsume's turn.
When she faced him, she saw that he had already stripped himself completely, so she removed her unbuttoned top and crawled over to him.
Natsume just barely held back his laughter as he saw Mikan observing his erection. While we wondered how good at giving a blow job she might be, he couldn't wait any longer. He had to be inside of her.
"No need." Mikan heard Natsume say to her.
"What?" she replied in confusion.
"I don't want to wait any longer." He elaborated and settled Mikan back into a laying position. He balanced his weight on top of her, holding himself up with his elbows.
Natsume kissed his love gently. "It's going to hurt." He told her.
"I know." Mikan replied. Even though she was really scared of what happened next, she trusted Natsume. There was no one that she'd rather do this with.
She pressed her lips to his again, and Natsume took it as a sign to continue. He grasped his erection and positioned it at her entrance.
"If I wake up right now, I swear I'll kill someone." Mikan mumbled. Natsume just smiled into the kiss before replying, "You might just wish you will." And then slowly pushed himself in.
At first, Mikan didn't feel much pain, just a slight discomfort as being stretched out. She could handle this no problem. That's when the real pain started.
"Stop! Stop! God, that hurts! Ow ow ow ow ow!" She tried to do anything to focus her attention elsewhere. She kissed Natsume some more. She bit her lip and pinched her arm, and did her best her best to ignore the tear leaking out of her eyes.
"It's in" Natsume informed the girl crying beneath him. He leaned his head won and kissed away her tears, and then kissed her full on the mouth.
"Good." Came the curt reply. Mikan was thankful that Natsume didn't start again right away. If he moved, she knew that the soreness that had now become a dull ache would flare to life again, and she had to prepare herself for it.
It was while Mikan was contemplating when to give Natsume the ok that she felt it, and moaned in response.
To distract the brunette, Natsume had begun to circle her clit with his fingers. Now that she was distracted, she slowly removed his erection and sheathed it again. Since she didn't cry again, Natsume guessed that the worst of the pain was over and removed himself again.
`The third time Natsume entered her. Mikan felt a wave a pleasure so great she thought she might come on the spot. Natsume found out about it when she let loose a loud, low moan. He made sure to repeat the action just as he had the first time, keeping his fingers on her clit.
Natsume had to make sure Mikan came quick, or else he wouldn't last long himself. He picked up the pace, starting to slam in and out of her roughly.
Mikan didn't complain at the new pace Natsume had set. She loved it. After a while, Mikan began to rock her hips to his rhythm, crying out each time he slammed back into her.
Natsume barely managed to keep his pace as he felt Mikan's walls clamp down around him. He thrusted in and out as he heard her scream, allowing himself to smirk and the fact that he could make her sound like that.
Just seconds after Mikan came, she felt something warm in her, and knew that Natsume had come too. As the lovers were coming down from their high, they snuggled in each other's arms and almost fell asleep when Natsume had a troubling thought.
"Mikan," he started awkwardly, "I wasn't wearing a condom."
Mwahahaha do I smell pregnancy? Maybe, maybe not. It sure is fun to leave cliff hangers, anyway. As always, thanks much for reading my story and please please please please please R&R!
~Ko