Morg: Heyo! So it's Thursday.

Ikuto: So?

Amu: She's doing that Loving Thursday thing.

Morg: You bet I am!

Ikuto: Lame.

Amu: Agreed.

Morg: If I owned you…!

Ikuto: What?

Amu: You still wouldn't do anything.

Morg: I wouldn't, no. But the two of you… *.*

Ikuto: Hurry up and get ownership!

Amu: Not going to happen.

~Writing Love~

Opting to stay in the hospital for a few days despite Ikuto's assurance that he could set up the same type of room for her at his house, Amu quickly began to realize how boring it was to be stuck in a bed. Sure, she got to get up and walk around now and then, but not as much as the usually active pinkette would like.

Just as she let out her forty seventh sigh of the day the door slid open. Amu was rather unsurprised to see Ikuto walk through the door. Her boss visited her frequently. Amu still didn't know what to think about that.

"Hey Amu, how are you feeling today?"

Another sigh. "Bored."

"Really? Then it's a good thing I brought you a present."

Perking up only slightly, Amu let the expression on her face ask her question.

Chuckling a little, Ikuto pulled the bag out from behind him. The workers finally okayed for him to enter into Amu's apartment. He couldn't stay there for long periods of time and had to wear an oxygen mask, but he was allowed in and managed to get a few things for the girl that would be moving in with him. The clothes that he'd grabbed for her were currently being completely cleaned. However, the item he'd brought to the hospital for her could not be cleaned that way. In fact, it didn't need to be cleaned at all. Just aired out a little, which was why he hadn't brought it to her earlier. "I was allowed to get some things for you out of your apartment and thought you might like something to do while you refused to leave."

Pouting, Amu couldn't help hold out her hands despite Ikuto's snarky comment. "I'm not refusing to leave! I'm here because of the leak and I appreciate your offer to move me to your house, but I'd rather just use the hospital and go home when I don't need all these machines."

"Never mind that, I was just teasing. Here."

Taking the bag from Ikuto, Amu raised an eyebrow as she unzipped it. Inside she could see several notebooks and her laptop. Instantly, blood rushed to her face. "You brought my laptop!?"

"Uh, yes?"

Narrowing her eyes while hugging the bag to her chest, Amu couldn't help but worry. "Did you look at it?"

"What?"

"My laptop. Did you start it up and look at it?"

Finally catching on to why Amu would be acting this way, Ikuto maintained his confused expression. "Uh, no? Why would I? It is your laptop."

Feeling a bit stupid for doubting him, Amu let out a sigh that had more relief in it than she would have liked. "Thanks for bringing it to me."

"You're welcome. Have the nurses told you when you can leave yet?"

Shifting in her seat, Amu pulled out her laptop from the bag that Ikuto had brought it in. She wasn't certain if the man knew or he'd just grabbed her notebooks because they'd been with her laptop, but they contained information for the stories she was currently writing. "I should be unhooked tomorrow."

Happy to hear that, Ikuto smiled. "I'll make certain to get your room ready for you then. Is the same one okay?"

Amu's mind instantly flashed back to the night of the dinner party and how Ikuto had kissed her. "Y-yeah. That should be fine."

Taking a seat in his usual chair, Ikuto settled in to spend some time with Amu. Really, he wanted to see her write. She hadn't posted a chapter for their story since before the party and he was really in the mood to read one. A man could only reread and jerk off to the older chapters so many times. "Don't mind me, go ahead and write or whatever it is that you do. Just figured I could keep you company for a while. I finished everything at the office for the day."

Not really wanting to write about her and Ikuto doing naughty things while said man watched her from only a few feet away, Amu tried to find a way to politely say that she didn't want to use her laptop at the moment. However, Ikuto had gone through a lot of trouble to get the portable computer for her and Amu didn't want to be rude by not using it. Reluctantly, she lifted the lid and hit the power button so the machine could start up.

Unsure about what she wanted to write, Amu tried to keep her mind out of the gutter as she stared at the blank document page before her. Slowly, her eyes shifted away from the screen as she let her mind wander.

Ikuto looked actually rather happy to be sitting in the uncomfortable chair in her room as he looked through the book he'd brought along. Amu couldn't tell if it was for his personal enjoyment or something from work, but the man seemed engrossed in it. Feeling jealous of said book, Amu's eyes focused on Ikuto's hands as they caressed the cover of his book. God, how she wished those hands would caress her skin that way. Carefully but firmly. She'd let him do whatever he wanted. Amu had no trouble admitting she'd be putty in his hands.

Dropping the book from his hands, Ikuto looked up at the girl watching him from the hospital bed. "What is it?"

Pushing out her plump bottom lip, Amu couldn't help but pout. "I might be sick, but I'm not dead. You haven't touched me since that night."

Smirking, Ikuto leaned forward in his chair in a suggestive manner. "What sort of touching did you want me to do?"

"Ikuto, don't tease."

Laughing at the way his lover was whining for him, Ikuto moved forward towards the foot of the bed. Slowly, the man began to crawl his way over the pinkette. "Teasing you is my favorite thing to do."

Amu could feel her heart begin to race as Ikuto's face grew closer and closer to her own. The possibility of them being caught like this by a nurse or doctor was rather high, but that only made her heart speed up more. Amu wanted this. She wanted his lips pressed against hers. If someone walked in on them, they could walk right back out.

Gently at first, soft lips met her own. Sighing into the kiss, Amu lifted her IV filled hand to tangle her fingers into thick, blue hair. When her lover's tongue swiped against her bottom lip, Amu had no trouble opening her mouth and letting the intruding muscle play with her own.

Ikuto couldn't help but push himself closer to the other girl. He could hear her heart rate speeding up and knew that too soon other people would come in and make certain that she was doing all right. Stupid machine was cock blocking him. "Amu."

Not wanting the kisses to end, Amu pulled Ikuto back down to her lips.

Trying again, Ikuto pulled back. "Amu."

"Hmmm."

"We can't. The heart machine."

"I'll keep my rate down."

"You sure?"

"I'll try."

Nodding, Ikuto moved his hand to slip underneath the gown that Amu was forced to wear while in the hospital. His fingers slid along her pale skin as they made their way to the spot they really wanted to touch. The spot he knew that she wanted him to touch.

Moaning into the kiss-

"-ear me? Amu?"

Snapping back to reality, Amu blinked a few times before looking up from Ikuto's hands to his face. "What?"

"I said, it is kind of creepy that you write while staring at me. Is something the matter?"

Blood rushed into her cheeks so quickly that Amu was certain her face was going to explode. "S-sorry. I got lost in my train of thoughts."

Ikuto decided to overlook the blush and nodded. "I don't mind, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I mean, your heart rate sped up again."

Registering the fact that the beeping sound emitted from the machine beside her was starting to slow down again, Amu took a few more deep breaths to keep it going in the right direction. "Just got caught up in what I was thinking, I guess."

The shrug that the girl gave him was supposed to make her comment seem sort of offhand, but Ikuto knew better. "Okay then."

Returning her gaze to her screen, Amu expected to find a blank document page still glaring up at her. Instead she was met with the familiar words of the scene that had been playing out within her mind. Hiding her shock, Amu read through the beginnings of a steamy scene once more before shaking her head. This wouldn't do. Ikuto could ask her what she was doing and she wouldn't be able to give him a proper answer. Not to mention, the risk of her falling asleep and him finding the story was too great.

Backspace, backspace, bbbbbbaaaacccckkkkssssppppaa aaccccceeeeeee.

With a newly blanked document once again awaiting her genius brain to fill it, Amu sat with her fingers on her keyboard as she swore off writing about Ikuto or anything related to him. She was going to keep this clean and fun so if the man wanted to read it then she wouldn't be too embarrassed to let him.

With her new goal in mind, Amu let her gaze begin to wander again as she attempted to find a new topic.

The lamp was nice. Sort of boring and bland but nice all the same.

Was that a bird that just flew by her window? Amu missed being outside. She could write about a bird.

Writing stories about birds was stupid anyhow. Amu liked writing about people.

Giving in, Amu couldn't help but sigh in frustration as her gaze once again landed on Ikuto. The man was just too beautiful for her to ignore. If the machines weren't holding her back, Amu would have no trouble asking for round two of that kiss. Maybe.

Resigning herself to being a pervert, Amu once again settled in and let her eyes rape her boss as she tried to come up with a good scene for the next chapter of her story. She'd been neglecting her readers lately and the pinkette truly did feel bad for doing that. The party had kept her busy though, and Amu really hadn't had the time. Not to mention, getting sick like she had was never a good thing.

Fisting her hands before letting her slim fingers stretch over the keys to find their rightful places, Amu hoped that Ikuto wouldn't notice her staring yet again. Although this time she wasn't looking at his hands.

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Morg: Maybe I left it there because I am spiteful.

Ikuto: Why do you say that? I mean, I don't disagree, but why?

Amu: She's just sad because she spent the day alone and it is Valentine's Day in America.

Morg: Let's just rub salt into my open wound?

Ikuto: That sucks. Good thing I've got my little lover right here.

Amu: You better not be referring to me.

Morg: Rub it in there all nice and deep like. Anyways! Since I don't have a lover in my life, I would appreciate love from all of my readers! LOVE ME! I hope you enjoyed my use of spaces while Amu was looking for inspiration!