Morg: Heyo! It's that time of the year again.

Ikuto: Oh no.

Amu: What time?

Morg: It's my birthday! You know what that means!

Ikuto: Probably something dumb.

Amu: Dear heavens, protect us.

Morg: Updates for everything!

Ikuto: This could work.

Amu: You don't own anything!

Morg: Shut up! This is my one day a year to shine!

Ikuto: Shine on!

Amu: You are so lame.

~Writing Love~

Clutching the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white, Amu stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. This was a dream. This had to be a dream. There was no way that Ikuto was actually in her room. The man had not just heard her… doing that. Especially since she'd said his name. This was a dream and she was going to wake up in the morning and laugh at herself.

Ikuto wasn't completely certain as to what he should be doing. He'd acted completely on whim when he'd opened the door. There was no plan. Nothing that he could think of that would be suave and smooth. So what if she'd said his name? She could still laugh in his face.

Slowly, Amu turned her head. It didn't matter that it was already so dark in the room. Didn't matter that she couldn't exactly force herself to take in what she could see, Amu's eyes met Ikuto's. This wasn't a dream like she wished it was. Her mouth opened and closed several times but nothing came out.

Eyes staring into shocked ones, Ikuto barely noticed himself moving forwards. His mouth constricted. If he talked, he might ruin the moment. His voice might bring Amu back to her senses and then she could kick him out. Ikuto didn't dare make a sound.

Amu could feel her eyes getting wider with each step that Ikuto took towards her. Part of her wanted to ask what he was doing, but the majority of her brain didn't want him to stop. Her boss didn't look angry or upset at what he'd more than likely heard. She couldn't see anger on his face.

Placing his hands on either side of her head, Ikuto leaned down to stare at Amu for a moment more before placing his lips on hers. This kiss was so much deeper than their first. Neither of them were drunk, and the girl beneath him wasn't going to slip away during the night this time. He wasn't going to let her.

Responding to the kiss, Amu wrapped her arms around Ikuto's neck to pull him closer. She didn't mean to pull him down onto her, but she didn't regret it either. The movement only deepened their kiss. A kiss that Amu had been almost dying for. If her lungs could have handled the kiss lasting longer she wouldn't have broken it.

Despite Amu pulling away, Ikuto didn't stop. His lips trailed down the side of her neck to meet with all the skin he'd been dying to taste. The soft gasping noises that Amu made only spurred Ikuto on as he pushed the sheets that separated them out of the way. For a moment Ikuto thought Amu was going to stop him when her hands slid from their spot around his neck. Instead, she helped him remove his shirt before lifting up her torso so that he could remove hers.

The rest of their clothing disappeared during another long kiss. Unsure if this was going to be his only chance or not, Ikuto decided not to waste any of his time. His hands explored every part of Amu's body that he'd imagined about plus the spots he's been able to see but not touch.

Whimpering as Ikuto molded one of her breasts, Amu pushed herself up into his touch. If this was his way of rejecting her then she didn't want him to stop. Every touch felt amazing as they sent zings of electricity through her body. Despite just coming, Amu could feel the heat building in her stomach once more. Not that the feeling surprised her. The pinkette knew that Ikuto was more than capable of delivering pleasure with his hands.

Skimming his fingers along the inside of Amu's thigh, Ikuto felt the wetness from her earlier activities. To know that he was responsible for her first orgasm only made him want to be responsible for more that night.

Any thoughts that Amu had about being like any of the other women that threw themselves at Ikuto went out the window. There was no way that the man kissing her would be kissing her if he didn't have some feelings for her. Amu hoped so, at least. Then again, she felt so good at the moment that she wasn't going to stop the other to ask him.

Being that Amu was already slick and stretched, Ikuto didn't have to do much in preparation. That could be saved for another night when he wasn't acting on so much pent up sexual frustration. No, he'd take his time and explore her body right. Just not right now.

Slipping a hand down firm abs, Amu ran her finger tips along the tip of Ikuto's hard cock. The man was weeping. He wanted this just as much as she did. Bodies didn't lie. Amu couldn't hide the fact that she was even wetter because Ikuto's hands were touching her, nor did she want to.

Groaning at the feel of Amu holding him in her fucking perfect hands, Ikuto rested his head against her shoulder as he shuddered in her grip. If he wasn't careful he'd end the night a bit early. No one wanted that.

Pulling away, Ikuto shifted them so that Amu's legs were spread wide for him as he sat between her thighs. They shared eye contact for a brief second before she was pushing up onto her hands to connect their lips once more. Ikuto gently laid her back down as he slipped inside of her.

Amu arched her back as she gasped out. Her fingers had felt amazing, yes, but Ikuto's cock was much bigger than they were. The stretch was painful.

Soothing his lover the best he could, Ikuto dusted kisses all along Amu's face, neck and shoulders. Not stopping until he was fully seated within her tight heat, Ikuto kept his thrusts shallow. Once he could go no further, he stopped all of his movements. Amu was whimpering beneath him and needed a bit of a break.

Biting at her tongue and gripping the sheets around her head, Amu held back her cries as Ikuto filled her. They'd never talked about it, but she was a virgin. Though now she should say was.

Ikuto continued with his kisses until Amu's breathing somewhat calmed down. The man wasn't stupid. He knew that she was going to need a bit to adjust. That's why he kept his movements slow and easy until she was breathing out more moans than whimpers. For their first time together, he wanted everything to be slow and amazing. Nothing needed to be rushed. Not now. Not when he finally had her in his arms.

The pain was terrible at first. Not enough so that Amu was going to tell Ikuto to stop. As much as it hurt, she wanted to be with him in that way so much more. The pain could be ignored if she attempted to focus on his touches more. Not that it really helped that much. Amu still felt tingles of pain running up and down her spine with every move that Ikuto made. He gave her a break, but it was only so she could catch her breath. Then again, the more he moved, the better it became.

Keeping his thrusts slow and deep, Ikuto continued to make love to the girl he'd wanted for so long. Her body was better than anything he'd imagined. Then again, Amu was better than anything he'd ever imagined. There was no doubt in his mind that she was the girl for him. The fact that she wasn't shoving him off of her made him think that she might just like him too.

Everything began building after Ikuto's cock rubbed against her spot. Amu was hoping that he'd find it. She could hit it with her fingers so she knew how amazing it felt to be touched. Ikuto's cock only made the sensation a million times better. "There."

The breathy word was the first that he'd heard out of her since she'd moaned his name. Ikuto knew what she meant even if she didn't elaborate. Using all of his control, he attempted to give his lover exactly what she wanted. His orgasm was coming despite him not wanting it to appear just yet.

Amu switched her grip from the blankets to Ikuto's back. She didn't mean to dig her nails into his skin, but she couldn't help it with all the pleasure that he was giving her. Her thighs tightened around his waist as she urged him on.

Ikuto pulled Amu into another deep kiss as he tweaked her nipples to push her over the edge. She pulled away with a loud cry as her body convulsed around him. Thrusting through Amu's orgasm to prolong her pleasure, Ikuto nuzzled into the side of her neck while he found his own release. The man couldn't help the words that slipped from his lips. "I love you."

Freezing as her brain processed what Ikuto had said to her, Amu licked at her lips as she tried to figure out what to say. Did he mean it? "Really?"

Pulling away, Ikuto couldn't help but chuckle as he looked down into beautiful honey colored eyes. "Of course. Kind of hard not to when you're so amazing."

More than stunned, Amu continued to stare up at Ikuto. "Really?"

Feeling just a bit foolish, Ikuto lifted himself a bit further. Amu's thighs didn't let him go far. She still had them locked around his waist. "Is that the only thing you're going to say?"

Gasping, Amu pulled Ikuto down for a quick kiss before blushing. "No! I mean, I love you, too, but I didn't want to come across as one of those girls that just throw themselves at you. I mean, you're good looking, but I like your playful side more than anything. The fact that you're hot is just a bonus."

Stunned because he hadn't been expecting a confession along those lines, Ikuto pushed himself up again but didn't go far. "You love me, too?"

Shrugging a bit, Amu realized that she still had her legs wrapped around her boss, but decided to leave them there. "I mean, you're pretty amazing, right? Kind of hard not to."

Laughing because she'd used his words, Ikuto nuzzled back down into Amu's neck. "Good. Now you can't ever leave me. You're moving in for good."

Shocked but happy, Amu couldn't do anything but agree. "Okay."

Holding the girl he loved close, Ikuto slowly maneuvered them so that he was no longer inside of her. He wanted to hold her more than anything. The stimulation of his sensitive cock was too much with it inside her heat for him to be comfortable. There was more time for fun later. "Now we just have to talk about your stories."

Amu froze completely within Ikuto's hold. "What about them?"

Chuckling, Ikuto placed a kiss against the back of Amu's neck. "I like my part, but don't you think they could be a little more promiscuous? I mean, this is a big house."

He knew. He was reading them. He'd known probably the entire time. Amu couldn't even begin to comprehend what that meant. "Ikuto!"

Unable to help himself, Ikuto laughed as he pulled Amu closer. She was his and he was hers and everything was perfect. There was no reason for her to be embarrassed that he'd been reading her stories. Then again, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity to tease her, either.

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Morg: I don't know. Maybe I'm getting too old to be writing this.

Ikuto: What?

Amu: Maybe you are.

Morg: Or maybe I'll write fanfiction until the day I die!

Ikuto: Hell yeah!

Amu: I thought you didn't like her stories.

Morg: He likes them when I write them right.

Ikuto: ;3