TOWARDS THE END THERE IS A VAGUELY/SLIGHTLY NSFW (notsafeforwork) SCENE, AND I ADDED A (!) WHERE IT STARTS IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THAT.

One a lighter note thank you all for reading this, this is it though. The last chapter.

"Firinne-chan," Makoto sung quietly, prodding her in the shoulder. She had texted him the night before, asking him to come over in the morning. Right now though, she was curled up on the couch with her back to him. She grumbled something unintelligible, and rolled over. Mako watched for a few more moments, taking in her soft features, and her half-open mouth slowly breathing in, and out.

Sighing, he stood, and wandered into the kitchen where Shields was spread out on the floor, lazily meowing for food and water. He fed the cat, stroking his back until he purred, and nuzzled against his ankle.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud from the room over.

"Oh, god!"

Firinne muttered out a few more words, mostly in broken English and Japanese. He listened to her shuffled around, and jog up the stairs.

Not sure of what to do, Makoto sat at the kitchen island. Shields jumped up on the chair beside him, and nudged at his hand. Mako listened to the shower start, and rested his chin in one hand, still petting the cat with the other. He wasn't sure how long it was until he heard her jog down the stairs again.

He stayed silent as she dragged herself into the kitchen, wearing just a towel.

Stuttering, he stopped stroking Shields.

"F-Firi-"

She yelped, looking up at him.

Glancing back down at herself, she shrugged.

"I'll go put clothes on," she sighed, "Though I'd rather not," he heard her mutter as she pulled herself back out of the room.

Mako sighed with a slight smile. They were going to be camping as a sort of final excitement for the school year. It seemed like so long ago now that Haru had gone to Australia, and he had decided to go to a university in Tokyo. Firinne had finalized her plans to go to a university in the Netherlands, and was leaving shortly.

"Mako, do you have your bags packed?!" She called down the stairs, stepping down.

"Hai! Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, just let me grab a couple of things," she jogged into the kitchen, and set her duffle bag on the table. She grabbed up Shields, and let him nuzzle into her chest, and petted him softly. "We've got to go, I'm sorry. Mom, and Dad will be home soon, they just had to leave early this morning, alright? We'll be gone though. For a whole two nights!" He mewed in response, and kneaded his head into her collar bone. "Alright, can you grab the little case of water out of the fridge? It's the one that has ten waters in it. I'll grab the rest of the food, and we can go." She plopped the cat down on the floor, and began humming as she skipped around the room grabbing up the cooler, and lugged it to the front door.

He sighed at her struggling arms, it would be no use to offer help, she would only deny him.

The walk to the train station was long, and full of light silence.

"Mako, what am I going to do with Shields?" She croaked quietly at last as the train pulled up, and they dragged themselves into it. "I can't bring him with me, and I can't leave him with my parents, they're gone too much to take care of him."

"I'll take him." He said without a second thought. The building he would be living in in Tokyo allowed cats; he distinctly remembered that from one of the letters.

"I figured you would, I just didn't want to…"

"Ask, and then find out I couldn't?"

"Do you want money to take care of him? I know that Tokyo can be pretty expensive sometimes, and I still feel like I need to do something for him at least. I know that you practically own him too, but I don't know, I just know I'm going to miss him. I don't want to leave...him." She added quietly.

"Just him, huh?" He teased, but there was a gentle edge to his voice.

She punched him in the shoulder, and rested her head against his arms.

"Stop it," she whined. He brought one of his arms around her, and pulled her closer. "I'm going to be half-way across the world, and you're going to be a bunch of hours away. I mean we can...we can video chat, and stuff still, but I mean...I won't have my dad, or anyone really."

"You still have all of us, shhh….don't get upset, it'll be fine." He stroked her hair back gently, brushing through her curls.

"C'mon, I'm not a...a dog or something, and I'm not that panicked. Just...just a little upset I guess." Her muffled words came from tucked into his side now. "And upset that you aren't softer." She moved her head around, trying to find a good position on his side, and chest to lie her head against.

"Softer?" He chuckled.

"You're…" she prodded his side, "You're just too muscley, and stuff. I appreciate that, I really, really do about ninety eight percent of the time, but sometimes I just want a pillow, and I just have to remember 'Oh, my boyfriend is super muscular, and actually in shape unlike me, whoops I wish I could use myself as a pillow', but then-"

He swooped down, and shushed her for a moment with a rushed kiss.

"I'm sorry I'm not soft."

Firinne chuckled, and draped her legs across his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him close until their noses were touching. Then, she pushed him back again, and prodded at his face for a moment with her hands.

"Your face is soft."

"Is that a good thing?"

"So are your hands though."

"I like how soft you are. If that's an alri-"

"I like how soft I am too." She excitedly rubbed her arm with a big, gappy, smile. "It's like baby skin. I guess that's what I get for having kid hands." She held up small hands, turning them over, and around.

"Well," he encaptured her hand with his own, "I like your 'kid' hands."

She giggled, and took her legs off of him, and crossed them.

Then she laughed again, and crossed her arms.

*The entire day of hiking, swimming, and adventures was over with too soon for Firinne or Mako to like.

Firinne stretched her arms up and yawned, watching Mako bend over, and fiddle with the zipper to the tent. Sighing, she cracked her neck, and walked to the opposite side of the door to the tent, and unzipped it about halfway. She reached a hand out to smack Mako from behind, and he stood straight up blushing harder than he had in a while.

"Wh-wha-! Firinne!" He tripped over the half-open tent flap to try to catch her, and succeeded in falling onto his face.

She covered her giggles with a hand over her mouth, and plopped onto the ground in front of him.

"Were you saying something?" She smirked.

He groaned, and sat up, holding a hand over his mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she leaned forward looking sincere, "Did you hurt yourself? Are you alright?"

Before she could notice the glint in his eyes, he tackled her back onto the mounds, and mounds of pillows, blankets, and sleeping bags they had brought with them. Her yelp of surprise turned into a fit of giggles as he attacked her neck, and collar with his mouth.

"Mako!" She screeched, splaying her hands over his shoulders. "Y-you know...that I-I…" she forced words out between laughter, and staggered breaths. He finally pulled away, and shifted their positions so she was resting with half of her body draped over his, still breathing heavily. They pushed their foreheads together, and smiled softly. Firinne gave him a small peck, and went to shift herself again to stand.

"Wait," Makoto held her back, and held her eyes, "I've had a wonderful time today."

She felt her face heat up a little, and admired his English.

"I like how you look at me." She sighed, letting her head rest in the crook of his neck.

"How is that?"

"It's the same way you look when you're swimming; only a little softer."

(!)He chuckled lightly, and pulled her head toward him, kissing her passionately, yet softly at first. Both became increasingly rough until they were nearly out of breath.

Mako seemed to realize that his hands had travelled up the back of her shirt, and rested on the back of her bra. He shrunk back, making a small squeaking noise as his face lit up.

"You've seen me without a shirt on Mako, this is okay." Firinne brought her hands down to rest on his forearms reassuringly.

"Yeah, but th-that was an accident!" He stammered out.

"If you don't want to go this far that's alright."

He shook his head quickly, and lifted her shirt slightly.

"I want you." He breathed with a gravelly undertone that made her shiver.

She brought her shirt over shoulders, and leaned back. Mako's hands slowly travelled to the front of her as he leaned over her body. They trailed up to the burgundy lace, and felt the cold, metal clasp in the front. Her back arched, and goosebumps raised on her skin as his mouth fell to her bare chest.

One hand felt over her soft pale skin, and the other grazed down her side to the hem of her loose shorts, and kneaded them. Navigating her own hands around him she undid one button, two, and then the third.

*I'm going to be making a little on/off series about them, and specifically this day.

-Also sorry this is late, but life was..well life for the past month.

-If you want an 'extended' version of the end of this chapter tell me in the reviews or message me! I'd be happy to, but I'll post it to the mini-series I'm starting with this story (which I need to figure out a name to hmm)

Thank you for staying with me through this I love you all!