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Chapter Summary: Ikuto sees Amu naked and starts thinking of ways to hook her in.
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Getting Personal
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Amu awoke slowly, knowing instinctively who held her. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out; Ikuto had been the man to fall asleep in her bed the night before and therefore he had to be the one that held her now.
At eighteen, Amu had grown accustomed to Ikuto's random visits and sleepovers. She no longer fought them; he was one of the people she could now speak openly and honestly with. He was in his last year of University and majoring in Music. He had shared with her that he hoped to play violin professionally, but he had a backup plan just in case worse came to worst. He was going to be a music teacher.
So as not to wake him, Amu rolled onto her other side, keeping in the hold of his arms. Looking up into his face, she smiled to herself. He always seemed so young when he was asleep...well, other than the morning stubble on his face. He could easily pass for someone only a year or two older than her, if he'd cared to try. But he didn't.
His appearance hadn't changed much other than the addition of some muscles and more hair. The midnight blue hair was shaggy and a little too long, making her hands itch to run through it. Amu thought it suited him, made him seem more like a musician than ever before. And, had his eyes been open, she would have taken in the beauty of those blue eyes that no longer held a shadow of self-disgust. They were clear and expressive, rarely sad unless the past was brought up.
"If you keep staring at me, little pervert, I might just have to tickle you," he said suddenly even though his eyes were still closed. He shifted against her, stretching his legs while keeping his arms around her. Slowly, he blinked those to-die-for-blue eyes open. Raising one eyebrow, he smirked. "Why don't you just come out with it? You love me and you know it."
Before, she might have sputtered at what had been an accusation years before, but now she only laughed, reaching up to pat his cheek condescendingly. "Oh, yes, Ikuto. I love you more than life itself. Please take me!" Chuckling, she put her hands against his shoulders, gently shoving away. "Time to let me up, morning breath. I need to get away so I can breathe something other than your nasty air."
His eyes slid closed once again; his smile remained on his face. "Knew it. You're completely in love with me. Suppose I should run away with or without you?" His arms tightened around her waist and his face buried in her hair. Inhaling, he breathed, "Definitely with you. I think I've become addicted to the scent of your shampoo."
"Enjoy it while you can; I ran out of it last night before you got here." Stretching her arms above her head, she said, "But, for real, I've gotta go brush my teeth. My breath is rank. And so is yours. Come on; I've got your toothbrush around here somewhere."
After he had helped her move into her own apartment, Ikuto had brought over a few things for when he unexpectedly dropped by. He had a small supply of clothes and a few personal items, such as shampoo, body wash, a toothbrush, etcetera. Hence, she was always prepared for a surprise sleepover.
"Most of your clothes are in the wash," she said as she moved into the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower, but you know where the food and everything is." She didn't have to say, "Make yourself at home," because he would on his own. By the time she got out of the bathroom, he would be fed, dressed, and ready for the day. She only hoped that he saved her some coffee this time. He usually only made enough for him, which made her reprimand him each time he came over.
Stripping, she realized that she had forgotten a towel. She hid behind the door as she opened it a crack, shouting, "Ikuto, could you bring me a towel? I forgot one."
She waited impatiently for him to return with a towel in his hand. When she heard his voice approaching, announcing the towel he held in his hand, she reached out of the bathroom, putting her other hand on the side of the door.
Leaning too far, she stumbled, throwing the door unexpectedly open.
And giving Ikuto a good look at her birthday suit.
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"Here's your towel, Amu. You really have to stop forgetting everything—" Ikuto's voice cut off as all the breath left his body. Standing before him in all her glory was Amu, redder than she had ever been. He just stood there dumbly for a moment, towel still in hand even as his mouth slackened, opening slightly.
She was gorgeous. She had the body of a bikini model; all her curves were in the right places and she looked softer than the best silk in the world. Her bright pink hair was much longer, falling just above the curve of her breasts. It framed the shocked look on her face and continued to do so even as his gaze traveled down her body.
He couldn't help it; he was just a man. And no straight man could resist a body like that, with perfectly rounded hips and the best breasts in the world. He unknowingly took a step forward, breaking into Amu's shock.
"I-Ikuto!" she breathed, flying behind the door to keep herself out of eyesight. One lone arm flew out of her hiding place, the fingers on the hand attached to it blindly clenching and unclenching. "Give me the towel!"
Knowing that doing anything more would only get him in more trouble than he would be able to squirm out of--I'd rather she squirmed--he numbly handed her the towel, watching as she slammed the door in his face.
He had just seen Amu naked for the first time…and nothing had happened. Absolutely nothing. In fact, he now realized exactly how unrealistic his dreams at night--and sometimes the day--were.
Of course Amu wouldn't smile at him and invite him into the shower with her. Of course she would leave him in the hallway aching. Of course she would be embarrassed beyond belief. There was no chance that she was going to jump at the chance to have sex with him because she didn't love him like he did her.
And it was a painful thought.
Unrequited love sucks, he thought.
'Ikuto, I thought you wanted to be free! If you marry Amu, you'll be stuck with her forever!' Yoru's worried voice slammed into his mind, bringing a smile to his face despite the annoying message the feline had conveyed. It had been a long time since Yoru had felt the need to chime in and "guide" Ikuto. 'No escape, nya!'
He made it sound like a bad thing, being locked to that hot little piece of flesh for eternity.
Suddenly feeling arrogant, he thought to himself, Now, how to get her to fall in love with me….
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Hopefully my chapters will grow. Lol. This one is so short, the pages used wouldn't be enough to be used as toilet paper. XD
Well, I just had to get this started, so I hope you all like it!
Niixx