No matter how much I read and watch, this pair has always been one of my favorites. They're so different, and yet seem to fit so perfectly together, that they are just an amazing pair to write for. Yay for Mikan and Natsume! I don't own anything Gakuen Alice, but Tachibana Higuchi.

*The characters in this fic are several years older. Mikan and her classmates are now seventeen. Tsubasa and his are 19-20.

Mikan woke suddenly from her dream. What the hell? She thought. She had that dream again. She closed her eyes as she sat up. The brunette's hair was loose and tangled, framing her face. She thought back to her dream, the one that she'd had four or five times in a row now.

Mikan was sitting in her room, fixing her hair in the mirror before school started, when she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" She called, not moving from the mirror to see who it was. She assumed, of course, it was Hotaru, coming back for her notes she lent to the dumber of the two, or Ruka coming to tell her something about Jinno-sensei berating her behavior again.

Instead, she saw Natsume reflected in her mirror. He let his gaze wander around the room, falling last on Mikan at her mirror. She hurriedly finished her pig tails, and turned to face him.

Natsume's reed gaze bore down on her own. There was something unusual about his stare. It seemed more unsettling than usual. He sat on her bed, breaking their locked eyes. She asked curtly, "What?" putting her hands on her hips as she waited for a reply.

Mikan racked her brain for any sort of reason why Natsume would be in her room, but she found none. Still waiting for a reply, she crossed the room and got her bad ready. There was still and hour before school started, but she needed to find Hotaru and return her notes since she hadn't come to retrieve them.

"Listen," Mikan started again, "if you're just here to watch, then I'm gonna head on to school. Let me know in the next ten seconds if you actually need something other than to gawk at my room, or I'm leaving."

Natsume turned his gaze on her. There was that thing in his eyes again- she still couldn't identify it. He stood up, casually walking over to her. One, two… She began to count in her head. He stopped by her desk, observing the papers messily strewn across it. Three, four, five… she continued as he moved on.

Six, seven, eight… Her counting was more rushed now as he drew closer. Nine… He stopped in front of her. His breath was hot on her face. She turned it upwards to meet his eyes. He leaned down, and before she could stop herself, she had raised up. Ten… She sighed inside her mind as Natsume pressed his soft, firm lips against hers.

As his hands snaked up her back, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her fingers in his soft, black hair. Mikan's eyes flicked open once, but Natsume's were closed, so she trapped them back behind her eyelids until the kiss finally broke apart.

The two faced each other, their noses mere inches apart, and Mikan finally recognized the look in his eyes.

Lust.

Before she had regained her good thoughts, the pair had moved to bed. They lay in each other's arms, kissing passionately. They broke apart, and off came Natsume's shirt. Then Mikan's. Then her bra, and his belt, and both their bottoms, until they were left in their underwear. They kissed again.

Mikan had lost all rational thought now. She ran her hands up Natsume's toned stomach and chest, loving the smooth, hard muscles.

She let out a loud moan as Natsume took her nipple into his mouth. His hand played with the other one, rolling it back and forth in his fingers. She pressed her lips into his skin, trying to quiet the flow of sounds racing from her mouth.

Mikan could feel herself getting wet down there. She was flipped onto her back as Natsume worked his way down her body, leaving a trail of kisses across his stomach until he reached her panty line. He looked up, catching her fervent gaze, asking for permission. She nodded.

He slowly took the garment off her body, dragging it down her legs. When the small piece of cloth was finally off of her long, shapely legs, he gently spread them apart.

Natsume stared intently at Mikan's core. He moved one of his hands off her leg and used it to slip a finger between her folds.

Mikan's face turned red at the squelching noise coming from down below. She grabbed a nearby pillow and held tightly on to it.

Natsume circled her clit with his finger, earning a loud moan from the girl he was pleasuring. He let his finger slide to her entrance, and slowly pushed the digit inside. He brought it out quickly, and then shoved it roughly back inside. Mikan all but screamed in pleasure.

Natsume lowered his face to her sex, flicking his tongue across her clit as he continued thrusting his finger in and out. He added another in without slacking his pace, and began to suck on her little mound. He moved his mouth below his fingers, lapping greedily as the juices flowing out.

As he added another finger, Natsume bit lightly on her clit, causing Mikan to go over the edge, screaming her release. Natsume removed his fingers, replacing it with his tongue to make sure he got all of the taste of her out. He leaned up, making sure Mikan watched as her ran his tongue over his fingers, removing the last one from his mouth with a satisfying pop!

Natsume crawled over Mikan, stealing her lips in a fiery kiss.

"Like the taste?" Natsume asked, "I know I do."

Mikan blushed furiously. "Well, it's your turn now." She replied, flipping them over.

As she appeared down at Natsume's boxers, Mikan pulled the garment down, letting his thick erection spring up. She stared at it. How did it get that big? She had no idea how. A drop of precum leaked out the tip, and she touched it lightly, wonderingly.

Having a sudden burst of confidence, she grasped the length in her small hand, and pumped it up and down, earning a groan from Natsume.

Mikan looked up at the noise, slightly startled, before deciding that she wanted him to scream, and worked her hand quicker and quicker. She leaned up to it, cautiously sticking her tongue and swiping it across the tip.

Natsume just barely refrained from shoving his erection deep into her unexpecting mouth as he let out a long moan. He cracked his eyes open, seeing a smirk in place on Mikan's face.

Opening her mouth wide to accommodate for Natsume's length, Mikan took his erection into her mouth. She hummed, satisfied at the noise he made, and bobbed up and down. She used one hand to pump the base of his erection that her mouth couldn't reach, and the other to play with his balls.

Natsume's shuddering was the only Mikan got before his semen shot down her throat. Somehow, she managed to swallow most of it, with only a small dribble seeping out the corner of the tight-pressed lips.

Natsume grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her up to him to share another kiss. They flipped positions again, both of their breathing labored.

Natsume sought out Mikan's gaze, asking permission before it actually. She stared at him, weighing the possibilities. Lust overcame her common sense, however, and she gave a small nod, forcing her body to relax. He grabbed his member, setting the tip against her core.

Her eyes closed. His muscles tensed. And then, right when he was about to push in-

Mikan sighed, the dream coming to an end. She knew that she didn't want it to stop. If that happened in real life, she knew that she'd let Natsume go all the way.

Mikan pushed her thick comforter back and swung her legs over the side of the large bed, shivering as her feet hit the cold wooden floor. She ran quietly to the bathroom, showered and was fixing her hair in the mirror in her bedroom when she heard a knock on her door.

"C-Come in!" She called out. The door opened and she heard footsteps across her room. She turned to face her guest, a strangled sound leaving her throat as she saw who it was.

Hahahha I love reading and writing cliff hangers. Guess who it is? Too bad you won't know until the next chapter! Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it!

~Ko