Morg: Heyo! Look at me! Updating again!
Ikuto: Ah man! I'm fresh out of awards.
Amu: You are such an asshole!
Morg: I don't mind.
Ikuto: Yeah, I'm cool with it too.
Amu: Oh jeez. Thank whatever lucky star made Peach Pit think of us rather than you.
~Writing Love~
Amu's revision of the day made Ikuto extremely happy. In the head and in the pants. Ideas flew through his mind as how to spend more time with his sexy secretary so that he could read more chapters like the latest ones. Sure the others were like this one where she revised things that happened between them, but Ikuto sure liked reading almost exactly what they did and reading the smut she put in it. Maybe it was because he was thinking some of the things that she was writing while they were actually doing them. That could have been it.
Finally coming up with the perfect excuse to spend more time with the girl outside of the office, Ikuto got up from his desk and sauntered out to where Amu was typing invitations and creating a guest list. "Amu, have you decided what you are going to wear?"
Freezing her in place, Amu ran a mental check of the clothes she owned. "I… I'm sure that I'll find something."
Smirking, Ikuto leaned against her desk. "Nonsense. I'll be taking you shopping this afternoon for a proper party dress. Be ready at 1:00."
Not wanting to argue since this was an order from her boss, Amu nodded her head. "Fine, 1:00. I'll try to have these done by then."
"No rush."
Ikuto felt like a king as he walked back into his office and sat down at his desk only to stare at his clock, willing it to move faster. Being that it was only ten in the morning meant that he had a while before they'd be leaving. Why hadn't he thought to say that they'd be leaving now? Stupid mind! Well, he had time to spare, so why not daydream about Amu in the sexy dresses he was going to force her to try on later?
Amu typed furiously as she worked on the invitations. They were easy once she had one complete because then she only had to copy and paste and insert the correct names. All in all, she was done before 11:30 and had nothing left to fill the time with before she left with Ikuto. Opening her internet browser, Amu decided to read some of the reviews she knew she had waiting in her email.
Most of them just told her that they loved the new chapter and that she should keep updating. A few stood out. That same reviewer told her that it was hot and that she should really put the moves on her boss. A roll of her eyes was her response to that one before Amu moved on. Kukai's review restated that she couldn't tell that he slipped up and he promised once again to keep her secret. That situation still made her a little nervous, but if Kukai actually did ruin everything then Amu could just explain and hope that the worst Ikuto would do was ask her to take the story down since there was no way in hell that he would like the darn thing.
She replied to some reviews, spun a couple of circles in her chair before pulling a piece of scratch paper to her and brainstorming out some ideas for the next chapter. This dress shopping experience had some potential for a chapter and Amu was certain that she could somehow work in changing room sex.
The thought sent a pink color to her cheeks. Maybe thinking about this before it happened wasn't such a good idea. If she started imagining now then her control might slip and Ikuto could find himself being subjected to rape in a store. Amu didn't really want to go there. First off, too many witnesses and people that could help him out… what was she thinking? It was a bad idea because it would mean no more Ikuto time and he'd think of her like every other girl that attempted to get into his pants! That's what she meant to think first.
Amu let out a frustrated sigh and gave in. That wasn't what she thought first. Not at all, and though she slightly regretted it, her first thought still stood valid. The first time she had sex with Ikuto was not going to be in a public place.
A loud thunk echoed around the empty office as Amu slammed her head down on her desk. Maybe writing smut about her boss was a bad idea since it was obviously poisoning her mind. How could she be thinking such things? There was no way she was going to have sex with Ikuto. He was the boss and she was his secretary. Nothing more. Not now, not ever.
The fact almost made her cry.
Ikuto was concerned when he heard the sound of Amu's head hitting the desk. Being able to see her from where he sat made him relax a little when he realized she was just spazzing out a little. Probably having perverted thoughts that she didn't want to think about at the moment. One o'clock certainly couldn't come fast enough. He just wanted to take her out and make her think more dirty thoughts so she could go home and write about it so he could read it later. Maybe someday they'd be able to skip the thinking and writing part and just get straight to the hot sex for real part. Maybe.
Finally the clock struck one and Ikuto got up from his desk. Nothing had been accomplished yet again that day, not that he minded. Ikuto had spent the entire morning in a very productive way. Staring at Amu and imagining things he shouldn't be imagining. He'd had a very good morning.
Amu, on the other hand, actually did work and looked a little frazzled as she entered her boss's car not for the first time. Ikuto said not a word to her as he drove her to a rather expensive dress shop.
Amu stared at the front of the building. All of the dresses and probably the belts in the store had to be worth than three months of her paychecks. No way was she going to shop in there. "Ikuto, I can't afford anything here. Let's go somewhere else."
Ikuto only smirked as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. "Who said you were buying." Once inside he looked at one of the workers. "You, help her. I want her to try on evening dresses until we find the right one. I'm sure you know who I am and why I need my secretary to look good for one of my parties."
The woman blushed darkly before licking her lips in a slutty manner and motioning for Amu to follow her.
Not believing that this was actually happening to her, Amu tried on one dress after another. Most of Ikuto's comments made her blush like crazy, though more than a few of the dresses did that as well. Honestly, who would wear something that was so sheer or something that covered barely anything? Thank God when Ikuto said no to those dresses.
Finally the perfect one was found. Floor length and the perfect shade of deep purple to make her hair look even more beautiful, Ikuto okayed the dress and paid for it. Amu was beyond excited and happy, but at the same time her brain wasn't processing what was actually happening until the dress was stored in the back of Ikuto's car and she was buckled back into the seat in front with Ikuto shifting into gear.
"So what do you think Amu? Was today a good day?"
Amu nodded before looking out her window. Ikuto bought her a dress. She could squeal. This was something she was going to keep forever and not just because it was uber expensive. "Yes, it was."
Silence followed her response until they were almost back to the office so that Amu could get her car. Ikuto couldn't take much more though and he was curious. "So, are you going to write tonight?"
Amu froze before turning to Ikuto and seeing an innocent curiosity in his eyes. He didn't know. She relaxed and sighed. "Probably not. I've got a reviewer that makes me a little nervous and I'm not sure what to do yet. Thanks for the dress. See you tomorrow."
Ikuto was beyond livid. "Don't mention it. I'll take your dress to my house. I'll hang it there for you since we don't want your cat to ruin it. You can just change into it there before the party."
Amu nodded and left for her car.
Ikuto had never driven so fast in his life. The moment he got home he kept his word and hung up Amu's dress. Then he beelined for his computer and pulled up Amu's stories. Everyone could see the reviews she got, though he was sure that not many of her readers read her reviews since they were there for the story.
Starting at the beginning, Ikuto read each and every one of them. Then he reached a name that made him choke on his own spit. xxxUtauloverxxx Kukai was dead. Ikuto was literally going to kill the man. How was it not obvious that he was the one leaving the reviews? So Amu knew that Kukai knew that she was writing the story about him and her. If that man ruined this for him then Ikuto would literally end his life.
Doing the only thing he could, Ikuto took out his cell phone and called the last person he ever wanted to call in any situation.
"Hello Utau."
"Why are you calling me? Did someone important die?"
"Cut the bullshit. You read Amu's stories and Kukai found them. He spilled that he knows both her and me and that he knows everything and now Amu's thinking about not writing them anymore."
"… That fucker! I'm going to kill him! I swear that I had no idea that he found them!"
Ikuto sighed before he responded. "Let me make this perfectly clear. If Amu finds out that I know about this before I have a chance to do what the story is about, I'm going to ruin your life. You know I can. I'll disown you, end your career and make you suffer. After you've lived a long and hard life, I'll kill you both slowly. You know I will."
Utau was silent after a gulp was heard. Ikuto knew that he'd gotten his point across. "Always a pleasure talking to you, sis. See you both at my party."
The call ended with Ikuto smiling in pleasure and checking the website once again to see if Amu had updated her story. There was still no new chapter and he wasn't entirely sure if there would be. However, he was certain that she could write one based on their afternoon since he'd made plenty of comments as to how good she made a dress look and Amu had spent plenty of time blushing in front of him. He could almost see the dirty thoughts running through her mind.
Or was it that he wanted her to be thinking dirty since he was always thinking of ways to get her out of every dress that she tried on? Either way, Ikuto counted the afternoon as a good one. Now that Kukai and Utau were properly taken care of, Ikuto doubted that his brother-in-law was going to be going out in public for a while since his sister would literally kick the shit out of him, he could relax and hope that Amu was going to update.
Not only that, but he had the actual party to look forward to. It was coming up soon and he knew that she was going to look rapable in that dress. He was going to have to be on his guard to keep the other male guests away, but besides that he was going to have to control himself.
Holding himself back was getting harder and harder and Ikuto wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to keep himself in check.
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Morg: The tension is rising for both of them. Someone will snap soon.
Ikuto: I like the sound of that.
Amu: Pervert.
Morg: If you want the next chapter to be the dressing room smut scene then you better review and tell me!