Morg: Heyo! Sorry it took so long!

Ikuto: You really should be.

Amu: You really shouldn't be.

Morg: I don't know why I try with you two.

Ikuto: Because everyone loves me.

Amu: No they don't!

Morg: Good point!

Ikuto: I know right.

Amu: This is why you don't own us. You don't listen.

~Writing Love~

"Make yourself at home. I suppose you'll be spending a lot of time here, might as well give you a tour and show you around."

Amu was too in awe while taking in the surroundings to fully hear what Ikuto was saying to her at first. "What?"

Ikuto smirked as he moved through his entry way. "I said that I'm going to take you on a tour of my house since you'll be spending a lot of time here."

Amu felt her body freeze as shivers moved down her spine. To see her boss being so relaxed and so chill was a turn on she'd never experienced. All the man had done was taken off his shoes. Maybe she was a pervert. "Why is that?"

Ikuto let one of his eyebrows rise up into his hairline before he moved back towards the girl standing in his doorway. Oh how he wanted to pull her further into his house and push her up against his walls. They were the only two there. Amu probably wouldn't put up too much of a fight before she gave in to him.

Mentally shaking his head, Ikuto tried to dislodge the thoughts of rape that he had swimming around his mind. For the first time in his life he wanted a girl that didn't want him in return. That could change; however, he knew that she thought of him that way even if she wouldn't act on it. Maybe she just needed a push. "You'll be here while planning for the dinner and you'll be here to make sure everything is ready. I should probably get you your own key."

Calm, remain calm. He didn't mean it that way. These were just delusions inside her head. "I-I don't think that that's necessary. I'm sure you have staff or someone that can let me in. Besides, we only have a couple weeks before the party. I won't need a key after that."

"Maybe." Ikuto smirked as Amu jerked her head up from her shoes to stare up at him. "So, shall we go for the tour?"

All she could do was nod numbly as he motioned for her to follow him further in the lush house. Whoever had decorated it had quite the style. Amu was more impressed with the more she saw. The art in his mansion matched what she assumed was Ikuto's taste all the down to the last sculpture of a cat. The rooms were huge and spacious and the dining room was to die for. No wonder he was going to throw a dinner party.

"This way please. I'm going to show you the upstairs next."

Amu froze at that. Somehow along the way, Ikuto's top two buttons on his dress shirt had come undone. Not that she was complaining. The relaxed look suited her boss and this was his house they were in. She couldn't possibly admit, however, that her eyes kept ghosting to the small amount of his chest that was visible. That smooth patch of skin that just promised that he looked just as good naked than with his clothes on. Not that Amu was thinking about him naked, or kissing her, or ravaging her. Definitely not thinking those things.

Ikuto kept his smirk off his mouth though he could definitely feel it ghost across every once in a while. Amu's eyes kept straying from his face and though that was his plan all along, Ikuto couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. This was Amu, she wasn't just some dumb girl that he wanted to fuck once and be done with. "Through here is my study though I never use it."

Amu almost jumped. When had he gotten that close to her? Why was he that close to her? She could smell him! Not that she was sniffing him or knew what he smelled like. Today had to be an off day and her dirty mind was just going to stay put in the damn gutter. "I want a study. Not because I want to do work in one, but because I'd use it to write. And a library. I want a library just filled with books."

Ikuto cocked an eyebrow and gave her a once over before noting that in the back of his mind. He didn't have a library in his house but he could definitely change one of the spare rooms to accommodate one. Funny, now he was thinking of ways to change his house to her tastes. He couldn't like her that much, could he? "Sorry Amu, no library. But you can use my study any time you want."

"I'll bring my laptop with me when I'm working from here so that you can still email me stuff you need me to do. I might use it then, if that's okay with you?"

That was more than okay with Ikuto, though his mind was moving on to other things he could use his giant wooden desk for. He might like the study more if those types of activities were carefully carried out in the room. "Sure, that would be a great help. This way to the spare rooms and through here in my room."

Amu almost felt like she shouldn't be looking as Ikuto swung open the double doors to show off his giant room. Most of her apartment could fit inside that one room and she couldn't help but let her mouth fall open. Besides the humongous bed that sat in the center of the far wall, there were a couple of decorative pieces of furniture and a couch. Why he needed a couch in his room was beyond Amu. "It suits you."

A shocked feeling coursed through him at those words. "What does that mean?"

Blushing a bit, Amu turned back from the room to look at the man studying her. His eyes traveled down her body and back up. In that moment, she realized that his shirt had come untucked. Seeing him like this, relaxed at home was turning her on more than it should. Amu felt like she was the only one that got to see him that way and it was a privilege. "I meant that the colors and the art, the furniture, everything fits you. Not just in your room but in your entire house. Who decorated it?"

Letting out a sigh, Ikuto turned to stare at the wall instead of the figure that he wanted to eye rape over and over again. "My sister."

A moment of confusion passed over the pinkette. She'd known that Ikuto had a sister, but she hadn't realized that his sister was an interior designer. "She knows your tastes well then."

"Only because she used to stalk me."

"What?"

Ikuto let out another sigh before he took Amu's hand to lead her back downstairs to the kitchen. Once they were standing in the huge room, Amu with a drink in her hand, Ikuto decided to continue. "My sister used to be in love with me. She decided that no one else could love me like she did and then started some crazy fan club. Luckily, Kukai came around and she fell in love with him. Now we're just brother and sister."

So this man had had problems with women even within his own family. No wonder Ikuto seemed guarded whenever he met someone new. This information only made Amu resolve herself to keep her hands off of him all the more. No way was she going to join the ranks of the women that attempted to force this beautiful creature before her to do something that he didn't want to do. No matter how tempting he seemed.

In that moment, she happened to glance up at him to watch as Ikuto took a drink from his own bottle of water. The cool liquid rushed to the opening and moved down his throat as he swallowed. And watch him swallow she did. Amu could barely contain herself as the muscles in his throat moved to push the water towards his stomach. Those muscles constricted and relaxed as the screamed for her to get closer and taste them. They taunted.

Just as she was about to turn away, a slight dribble of water managed to escape those beautifully manly lips and slide down his chin to run along the hard working neck. Amu gulped. This was bad. This was very bad. Ikuto had no idea what he was doing to her. She was going to jump him unless he could manage to stop doing things like he was now. Why did he have to be so hot? All that resolve she had only moments before was drifting away like dust in the wind.

Lowering his drink, Ikuto hid his smirk. The girl staring at him definitely wanted him. There was no doubt in his mind before and there was absolutely none now. Especially as he watched her lick her lips before her eyes flickered back to his.

The moment she noticed that he was looking at her, Amu lifted her own bottle of water to distract herself from the fact that she'd been caught. The moment was broken and she felt herself able to breathe again. When had her mouth gotten so dry? "Hmmm, so I suppose that that's it for today. I don't think that much will have to be done to your house to get it ready."

Smirking, Ikuto took a step closer and leaned up against the counter across from where Amu stood. His lean body moved with precision as he settled his weight on the cool surface with his hands.

Amu stared as the muscles started rippling under his stretched tight shirt. The way his hands were behind him, supporting him, made Amu realize how strong his arms were. Ikuto might not be a very large man, but he was not a weak one. Everything about him screamed for her to worship him. In her mind, Amu swore that she would later on when she was back at her apartment. For now, she needed to maintain her composure and stick with her decision to not rape him. Though that be hard to do.

"I suppose I could take you home. Unless you want to go out to eat? We didn't exactly eat much at the tasters thing since we decided after only trying one person's food."

The man had a point and though Amu knew that spending more time with the hot god before her was probably not a good idea, she couldn't help but nod her head yes. Steady beating heart for he can surely hear you.

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Morg: Sorry it's a bit short, but full of goodness!

Ikuto: I'm so tempting!

Amu: Obviously not since I'm resisting.

Morg: But for how long, Amu. How long can you hold out on that sweet amazingness?

Ikuto: Awkward, but she's right.

Amu: No, she isn't. I can withstand you forever.

Morg: Did you hear that?

Ikuto: I did.

Amu: What?

Morg: You want to be with Ikuto forever.

Ikuto: Definitely just admitted it.

Amu: No I didn't!

Morg: In order to resist him forever you'll have to be with him forever.

Ikuto: She won't last that long, but I'll still spend it with her.

Amu: This is stupid. You're both idiots!

Morg: Idiots that love reviews!

Ikuto: That we do!

Amu: Oh shut it.