When Mochu said someone's getting laid tonight, it was actually true.

Mikan has her legs on Natsume's waist. Natsume's lips were all over hers. Their tongues were dancing in rhythm. They haven't pulled away as they trudge their way to Natsume's house. As soon as they got in, Natsume pinned her to the doorframe, making the door slammed in the process. He was unbuttoning her army-patterned long sleeves while Mikan was searching for the light switch. He was almost halfway when she pulled away.

"Not here."

Mindless about their surroundings, they tripped on a can of paint lying on the ground and both fell on the floor, laughing at their clumsiness.

Mikan's laughter died down.

"Natsume..."

"Hm?"

"I love you too", Mikan said lovingly, cupping his cheeks and giving him her angelic smile.

With that, Natsume carried her to his bedroom where the night of passion happens. Natsume gently laid her body on the bed, towering over her thin frame. Mikan suddenly became bold, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it away. When every piece of garments were finally discarded, Natsume stopped and looked at the goddess before him. His eyes hold so many emotions. They were filled with lust, love, longing, and admiration.

"Mikan, you're so beautiful... You are art. Something that people won't be able to take their eyes off. I want to get to know more of you."

Mikan brought his hands to her lips and kissed it.

"These hands... These are the hands of the man that I will only allow to touch me like this... that I will love forever. Natsume, I want to get to know more of you too."

Natsume then kissed her while his hands explore her softness—every inch, curve, and crevice as Mikan tangled her hands on his raven locks.

Becoming one with the one you love was the happiest day for the both of them.

•••

Morning came. Two people were lying on the bed, enoying each other's warmth. Mikan has Natsume's arm as her pillow while she is locked into Natsume's legs under the sheets.

Last night was...

Splendid.

Mikan intertwined her hand with Natsume's.

"Natsume? Are you awake already?"

He groaned in response.

"Did you mean what you said before? That I was the first one to distract you?"

He did not answer. Instead, he embraced her in the waist and placed his chin on the juncture between her neck and collarbone, kissing her shoulder.

"I'm thinking..."

"What is it, Natsume?"

"Since you are my girlfriend now, what if you become my permanent model?"

"Pervert."

"You know you like it", Natsume teased.

Mikan faced him as Natsume caressed her cheeks.

"Want to know the reason why I leave that wall blank?"

Mikan nodded.

"I was saving it for someone and that someone is you."

Mikan tackled Natsume, getting on top of him, her eyes glowing with enthusiasm.

"Really?"

"I just said it."

Natsume's phone alarmed, reminding him of the projects he needed to finish.

"I have so many deadlines."

"I'm taking a shower."

Natsume didn't let her go that easily, reversing their positions.

"But this position is so inviting", Natsume said lustfully, making Mikan blushed.

"D-Didn't you have to finish your p-projects? I think it's better if we-"

"It can wait."

Mikan's eyes grew wide, knowing what that means. Natsume kissed her passionately, pulling the blankets with him as they indulge themselves into an intimate session, again.

Fin.